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kepamount · 2 years

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part twenty-four - butterflies

blue moon 🌙 - MM19xreader, smau, crack comedy, fluff, angst and smut

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warnings: explicit sex (don’t read the written part if you’re under 18 please!!), unprotected penetrative sex, riding, fingering, praise, dirty talk, I think that’s it but pls let me know if I missed anything!!

a/n: and here is the twenty-fourth part of blue moon, dedicated to the lovely and beautiful @benluvbot for her birthday, love you lots bby! this is not proofread bc I literally just wrote it in the last three hours so pls forgive any mistakes 😭 lmk what you think and hmu if you wanna be on the taglist! x

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‘I could stay here forever,’ I sigh happily as I look up at the beautiful sunset, my arm locked with Mason’s, and I can see him smiling at me out of the corner of my eye. We’re walking down one of the small side streets towards the beach, so we can walk along the shore back to our villa.

We woke up together in my bed again, having another slow lazy morning. We had a little morning swim in the pool, having races and diving competitions, before he made us breakfast which we ate together on the balcony. And then we got ready for our group daytrip to see the ruins of Atlantis!

It was so much fun. I practically dragged Mason around the entire time, spouting off different mythology facts, and he just listened with this little smile on his face, giving appropriate reactions to everything I said. All our friends just watched us with these amused looks on their faces, as though they knew something we didn’t, and I know what they were all thinking, but they’re wrong. Me and Mason are just… friends who still can’t help but be a bit mean to each other.

When we got back, I begged him to watch Hercules with me, and we set up the living room as a little cinema. I made us a makeshift bed on the floor with blankets and cushions whilst he set up the projector on the wall. We ate way too much popcorn and I sang along to every single song, Mason amazed that I knew all the words.

When ‘I Won’t Say I’m In Love’ came on, I properly got into it, Mason watching me prance around the room singing my heart out with this big grin on his face. He tried his best to sing the backup vocals that the Muses do even though he’d never heard the song before, reading out the lyrics from his phone, but I performed more than enough for the two of us, belting out Megara’s lines like they were coming from my heart.

Once the film was over, we had a light dinner on the balcony and then he suggested a walk to watch the sunset. We left around an hour ago and we’ve just been strolling around the area, stopping every few minutes to take photos of the sky and selfies with everyone who asks.

‘You’d stay here forever? You wouldn’t miss London, or touring?’ he asks, and I mull it over for a moment. ‘I’d definitely miss it but… life is so much more simple here. Lazy mornings and days on the beach and amazing food and pretty skies. I adore my normal life, but here… everything’s easier,’ I explain, not saying the thought that’s really on my mind, but he says it for me.

‘We don’t have to worry about us here. When we get back home, things won’t be this simple, and we’re gonna have to have a conversation about this,’ he says softly, and I nod without looking at him. ‘But…’ he begins with a grin, taking my hand and moving around to stand in front of me, walking backwards and pulling me along with him, ‘you don’t have to worry about that yet. You have other priorities.’

‘And what, may I ask, are those priorities?’ I ask with a raised eyebrow, unable to hold back my smile. ‘Trying to stop me from throwing you in the water.’ Before I can process his words, he’s scooping me up into his arms. ‘Mason!’ I shriek as he runs across the beach, nearing the water, and I thrash around in his arms to try and get him to put me down.

‘Mason, I swear to God! Please, Mase, don’t! Mason, please!’ I scream through giggles, Mason laughing as we reach the shore, some families further down the beach watching us amusedly. He throws our phones down onto the sand before carrying on running into the ocean, all the way until the water is right up to his waist, the back of my dress soaked through.

He puts me down in the sea, the water reaching to just beneath my chest, and I give him a death stare, a wide grin on his face. ‘I’m gonna kill you,’ I threaten, failing to hold back my smile, before splashing a load of water up onto his face, and he gasps as it drips off his hair (and abs. In fact, his entire torso drips with water, my stomach turning at the sight). We chase each other around, soaking each other with big splashes as our laughter drifts out into the sea.

He grabs me after a couple minutes, pulling me into his arms just as a particularly big wave hits his legs. He loses his balance and slips, both of us falling into the water. ‘I’m so sorry,’ he says straight away, getting up before holding out a hand to me, and I just laugh as he lifts me up. ‘You’re an idiot, Mount,’ I say affectionately as we head up towards the beach, our villa visible on the hill in front of us. ‘I’m your favourite idiot, though,’ he grins, and I just roll my eyes.

I take off my sandals and Mason takes off his water-logged trainers as soon as we’re on dry ground, the sand sticking to our wet skin. He takes my hand into his, our fingers interlaced as we walk up off the beach, and then he suddenly remembers our phones. He goes rushing back to find them and I watch him amusedly as I searches for them in the sand. He finds them, holding them up above his head victoriously, and I laugh as he runs back up towards me.

As soon as he reaches me, he puts an arm around me, rushing me up the road, and I look at him confusedly. ‘You are wearing a white dress. And it is soaked through. And you’re not wearing a bra,’ he murmurs under his breath, and my heart drops as I look down at myself. I’m practically naked.

‘Oh, my God,’ I gasp, and we begin to run up the hill, hoping none of our friends are looking out of their windows, and we’re both out of breath when we enter our villa, collapsing into giggles against the wall.

‘You’re an idiot,’ I say amusedly when our laughter dies down, both of us sat on the floor in the entryway, leaning against opposite walls. ‘Like I said, your favourite idiot. Just like how you’re my favourite brown girl with great tits,’ he grins, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘I’m honoured,’ I say drily. ‘You should be. There’s a lot of brown girls with nice tits out there,’ he says lightly, and I roll my eyes.

‘None as good as yours though. I might even go as far to say you have the best tits out of all the girls in the world, brown or not,’ he murmurs, snaking an arm around me and pulling me down onto him. ‘Ever the romantic,’ I whisper with a small smile, and he grins before sliding his hand to the back of my neck so our lips meet.

He has such a lack of control, instantly deepening the kiss by parting my lips with his, sliding his tongue across mine in a way that makes tingles run through me. His hands are firm on my waist, the curves of my body slotting into his perfectly, legs tangled together as our lips move in sync, letting out soft breaths and gasps. His hands slide under my dress, one stopping at my pants whilst the other grasps my boob, groping me like a horny teenage boy.

He slips a finger under my pants, ghosting along my folds, and my breath catches in my throat. ‘We’re gonna fuck here? In front of the door?’ I ask with our lips still pressed together, his quirking up into a grin. ‘If you want to,’ he responds, pushing a finger into me, and I feel my entire body set alight, a soft moan falling from my lips. He adds another finger, fucking into me and scissoring his fingers to try and stretch me out a bit.

I’m too focused on the pleasure to kiss him back so he presses his lips to my neck as I roll my hips to meet his hand. ‘Feels good?’ he asks against my skin, and I just whimper in response as my walls clamp around his fingers, his lips curling up amusedly. ‘Stop clenching, babe. Gonna break my fingers,’ he murmurs, and I try to relax as gentle waves of pleasure roll through me.

‘Can I ride you?’ I whisper, and his movements stop for a moment as he looks up at me with dark eyes. ‘Seriously? God, you’re a fucking dream, babe.’ ‘Remember when you said to me a couple days ago that I’m not exactly a dream?’ I ask him with a small smile. ‘I take it back, I take it back. You are a dream. The dreamiest dream to ever… be dreamt. Created by sandman himself,’ he grins, making me giggle. ‘Someone’s a fan of Rise of the Guardians.’ ‘The biggest fan, babe.’

I put my hands on his chest and push myself up to straddle him, sat on his stomach. He leans back on his elbows, watching as I pull my dress over my head, dropping it on his head. He throws it away, about to say something, but his words die on his tongue when he sees me sat almost-naked on top of him. ‘God, you really do have the best tits,’ he murmurs, making me laugh.

He pulls his shorts and boxers down to the tops of his thighs, tugging on his dick a few times. ‘Go on, babe. It’s all yours. You can do the work today,’ he grins, making me roll my eyes. I pull my pants aside before lifting myself up. He guides himself into me, eyes glued to the area between my legs as I slowly sink down onto him.

He curses softly as I gasp, taking him all the way to the hilt. I’ve never felt so full in my life, and I take a moment to adjust. ‘You okay?’ he murmurs, and I nod, taking deep breaths as he watches me with a slight grin on his face.

After a good thirty seconds, I begin grinding down onto him, dragging my hips back and forth, flooding my mind with pleasure. ‘Ah, fuck,’ he groans, my stomach turning at the breathlessness of his voice as I roll my hips, the tip of his cock pressing against the spot inside me that has my head feeling light.

My clit brushes against his skin with each movement of my hips, and I feel my body getting weaker as I let out a soft moan, my hands pressing into his strong chest. ‘God, so tight,’ he murmurs as I clench around him, lying back with his head resting on the floor, body tense and veins corded tight in his arms and neck. I could cum just from the sight of him like this.

‘You’re so fucking big,’ I whisper, eyes watering at the feeling of being so full, hips erratically grinding down onto him, and he grins up at me. ‘Yeah?’ ‘Yeah. Filling me up,’ I whimper, a shit-eating smirk on his face. Clearly, I’m not the only one with a praise kink. ‘God, if only you from a few days ago could see you now,’ he says cockily, and I shoot him a dirty look.

He suddenly thrusts up into me, forcing a loud moan out of me, and the arrogance exuding from him literally triples as he continues thrusting up into me, making me bounce on top of him. ‘Fuck, ugh, feels good,’ I whine as his cock drags against my walls, hands digging into my waist to lift me and drop me, meeting his thrusts.

I already feel the knot in my stomach tightening as he rams into me, the sound of our skin slapping together and obscene squelching with each thrust echoing around the room. He pushes himself up to a sitting position and I wrap my arms around his shoulders, his hands still pressing into my waist to guide my movements.

I press my lips to his, our teeth clashing with each bounce of my hips, both of us moaning into each other’s mouths. How he’s managing to maintain enough sanity to lift and drop me on top of him at a steady pace is beyond me, because I’m so full of pleasure that I can barely focus on keeping myself upright, my head falling back when he slides a hand between us to rub slow circles on my clit.

‘Close, babe?’ he asks, and I nod, nails digging into his shoulders, and I can tell he’s close too, his cock twitching inside of me. He focuses on getting me there, guiding my hips back and forth with one hand whilst the other continues its onslaught at my clit, my vision blurring as I near my high.

‘Cum for me, y/n. So fucking pretty for me. Want you to cum on my cock, babe,’ he prompts, fucking up into me each time he drops me onto him, his cock hitting my soft spot each time. ‘Fuck, Mase, I’m gonna…’ I trail off, and he thrusts into me particularly hard, pressing down onto my clit, making me hit my high.

I let out a loud moan of his name, body shaking as I lean my head against his shoulder, clenching around him, and he rubs at my clit to get me through my orgasm. As soon as my walls loosen around him, he begins fucking into me, the overstimulation making me shudder, but I meet his thrusts to try and get him to his orgasm.

‘Fuck, y/n, I’m close, babe,’ he groans in a strained voice, and I can feel his cock twitching, his hands tight on my waist. ‘Cum in me, Mase. Want you to fill me up,’ I whisper against his ear, clenching around him, and that’s all it takes. He buries his head into the crook of my neck, moaning my name, and I rock my hips back and forth as he cums deep inside me.

We stay like this for a few minutes, both of us taking deep breaths as he goes soft, his head still resting in my neck as his fingers lightly dance up and down my back. ‘We need to get up, Mase,’ I murmur, fingers playing with his hair, and he sighs against my skin before looking at me with a soft smile. ‘Come on, then.’

We get up, my legs shaky as we head to the living room, and I drop down onto the makeshift bed from earlier as he heads upstairs. He comes back a few moments later with a towel and a fresh change of clothes for both of us, a grin on his face. He cleans me up with a gentle touch and helps me put on the clean clothes, before getting changed himself and lying down beside me.

‘A shower can wait ‘til the morning,’ he murmurs, and I nod in agreement. ‘You must be shattered,’ I say tiredly, and he lets out a soft laugh. ‘Yeah, I am. You were supposed to do the work, you pillow princess.’ ‘Pillow princess refers to LGBT women,’ I tell him, and he looks surprised. ‘Really? …That actually explains a lot,’ he says, and I giggle at the thought of some of the funny looks he must have had when using that term before.

‘Before you fall asleep… I got you something,’ he says casually, reaching into his pocket and pulling out something silver. He hands it to me with a small smile, and I sit up in surprise, taking it from him. It’s a bracelet with a light blue butterfly pendant hanging from it, the exact bracelet I was looking at in the gift shop at the Lost City ruins before Steph distracted me with some drama about her sandal breaking.

‘Mason,’ I whisper in shock, looking at the bracelet in wonder, and the smile slips from his face. ‘Do you like it?’ ‘Yeah, of course I do,’ I say, feeling tears in my eyes as I look at him, a massive grin on his face. ‘Let me put it on you,’ he murmurs, taking the bracelet from me and clasping it around my wrist, his fingers brushing across my skin making my arm tingle.

‘I also… got this for myself,’ he says, trying his best to sound all relaxed and offhand as he gets another bracelet out of his pocket. It’s the same as the one for me, with a slightly darker blue butterfly. ‘Matching?’ I ask and he nods with a small smile, holding out his wrist so I can put it on him.

‘Look at us,’ I grin, looking at the butterflies together once his is on, and he pulls me into his arms, my back resting against his chest, head tucked under his chin. ‘Any particular reason you decided to get us matching bracelets?’ I ask, the boy chuckling and I can feel the vibrations of his laughter against me. ‘As a matter of fact, yes. There is a reason.’ ‘Oh, really, Mr Mount? What’s the reason?’ I ask amusedly.

‘The reason… is that when we’re back in London, we can look at these bracelets and remember this time we’re spending together. We might go back to our frenemy ways, but this can be a reminder of a simpler and happier time, of us living in… domestic bliss in Santorini,’ he laughs, making me giggle as my stomach explodes with butterflies, my eyes locked on our bracelets together.

‘You told me yesterday that your heart is happier here, and mine is too. So I want us to look at these butterflies and remember that happiness,’ he murmurs, and I turn my head to look at him, my eyes watery. ‘Thank you, Mase,’ I whisper, a tear spilling down onto my cheek, and he laughs, raising a hand to wipe the tear away.

‘I take it you like it then,’ he chuckles, and I nod, resting my head against his chest. ‘I love it,’ I respond softly as he presses a kiss to the top of my head, and I don’t think that I could ever feel happier than I do in this very moment, wrapped up in his arms with matching blue butterflies on our wrists.

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alreadyblondenow · 3 years

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Touched by a god

▸ Jungwoo x reader ▸ 2.6k words ▸ Fluff, Smut, Angst lol I tried ▸ A Megara story hehe. kissing, public sex, oral (female receiving), cheating?, lucas is here, major character death. just bc 1000 day since debut, we love u zeus.

“Do you want to play hide and seek?”

“No” you answered sternly.

“If I give you a basket of berries, will you play with me?”

You stopped walking and looked at Jungwoo. Your mother strictly told you never to talk to the gods or to the young prince who’s the same age as you. But Jungwoo is a lonely prince, and he wants to have a friend. He has been bugging you since he saw you hide under the apple tree. “I’m going to get in trouble if I play with you,” you said to the prince, trying to get away from his presence.

“Hmm. Well then let’s hide from everyone and play? I don’t have any friends, you can be my first friend if you want to”

His offer was not hard to refuse because honestly, you’re bored to death. No one can know that you’re friends with the son of Zeus. “Where will we hide?”

“Come on I’ll show you!” Jungwoo’s smile was from ear to ear while tugging your arm as he wants you to follow him quickly.

For years and years, following Jungwoo is always the best decision you made. He is the reason why your life is full of adventures, wonders, and learnings. Being a daughter of a slave was never a problem to Jungwoo, he did not care about where you came from. The prince thinks you crave knowledge but you don’t know that you are already smart, you are very honest when it comes to your thoughts just so you can’t lie to him, the way you call his name ‘Jungwoo’ is something he would like to hear every day instead of you calling him 'prince', and the more you two stay as good friends, Jungwoo is falling hard for you. He kept it for the longest time, as long as you stay beside him and became his only friend, your adventure continues and grows. But more importantly, he can admire you closely and love you silently. And because you’re smart and the prince is becoming bold with his feelings each day passes, soon he proved his feelings for you but not quite admitting it yet. He holds your hand, whisper beautiful and sweet words to you, he sings for you, brings you flowers whenever he can, and he makes you happy every day. Jungwoo tried so much to hide his feelings until the right time comes because he doesn’t want you to get in trouble. Slaves are not allowed to be friends with gods, and more importantly, fall in love.

Today, he brought you to the waterfalls. You two just turned twenty and to your surprise, the prince finally confessed his feelings to you. Which you can’t accept obviously, “Took you long enough, but I’m sorry my prince this is wrong” it pains you to hurt his feelings of course, but he can get into trouble too if you dive in with him.

“We don’t need to worry. When did I ever put you in danger?” he came closer to you as you two stood in front of the waterfalls. He was confident, and his presence can make you feel safe and is urging you to let go and fall in love with him. As he keeps you close to his body, he caressed your cheek and slowly came close to you until your lips touched.

“Tell me, what did you feel after we kissed?”

You weren’t planning on lying because Jungwoo can always see right through you, so you told him the truth with every bravery you have. “Happy and somehow I felt blessed by the gods. How can a prince fall in love with a slave? I have nothing to offer” you said, pouring your feelings like how the waterfalls continue to flow.

“I’m not asking for too much like the other gods. I just want you to love me back. I have loved you for the longest time and I am willing to be a normal human being for you-“

“Don’t say that. You don’t have to sacrifice what you truly are for me because I accept you for who you are just how you accept me”

And ever since that night you and Jungwoo loved each other deeply in your own little world. Away from every threat, away from reality. And as you get older you became even more beautiful that Jungwoo became greedy when it comes to you. He hates it when the other gods mention you, he even hates it when the other gods look at you. During the banquet where every slave is needed to serve the guests, the god of the underworld, Jungwoo’s cousin was attracted to you to the point that he became obsessed with your existence.

“Back off cousin, we are in love with each other” Jungwoo said while sipping on his glass of wine.

His cousin Lucas just smirked and watched you walk around the hall serving wine. When he called you to pour him some wine, Jungwoo was watching you like a hawk, nervous for his own cousin. “I will make you mine” Lucas whispers to you.

After that day, you shrugged it off and forget about it. No need to tell Jungwoo, you didn’t want him to get angry at his own family. Instead, you shower him with kisses and love when you two finally met at your usual hiding place. The grass feels warm on your skin as you lay comfortably on it, enjoying Jungwoo’s kisses on your neck. The view of the clear sky while feeling Jungwoo’s lips on your skin felt like freedom. Freedom because you don’t feel like a slave and although a god is kissing you right now, you don’t feel like he owns you like some kind of material thing. This is the feeling of being loved deeply.

“Where are you my love?” he asks, bringing you back to your little world. When you meet Jungwoo’s eyes, you returned his kisses, and this time you’re the one who goes on top of him. And because you two are becoming even more touchy these past few days, when one of your sleeves fell from your shoulder and expose a good amount of skin, just enough to make the prince beneath you hard, you smiled innocently and removed the other sleeve. Leaving your breast, fully exposed to Jungwoo. Without hesitation, he kissed you hungrily and knead your breast and pinch your nipple according to his liking. He made you lay down on the grass again and with your permission, he lifts your dress and caresses your inner thighs until his fingers shamelessly go inside your damped underwear. You moan quietly and spread your legs wider so he can have more access. He removed his fingers for a second, remove his clothes, and went in between your legs. “Beautiful,” he says, kissing your knee and slowly removing your underwear.

“What if anyone sees us?” you moan out while watching him situate himself between your legs.

“We’ve been going here for years, that’s impossible” he smiled and spread kisses on your heck again. Hands gently cupping your breast, “If it hurts, tell me and I’ll stop” he says, warning you about his godlike strength. You feel him grind on your body while your eyes were closed and just feeling him on top of you, bodies to bodies and skin to skin, listening to his whispers. You don’t have to take a look at his cock, it felt big while he was lining it in your entrance. He kissed you while he pushes in slowly, but it was hurting so bad and so good at the same time that you moaned a little too loud making Jungwoo cover your mouth and start moving slowly. “Are you feeling this-“ he groaned near your ear, hand slipping back down to your breast and feed his lust. You were overwhelmed by every feeling Jungwoo is giving you that your long nails scratch his perfect skin at the back. And even though everything felt great already, it’s obvious that he is holding back.

“Don’t hold back” you said, kissing him and urging him to do whatever he wants. And when he finally let go, every thrust he gave you is piercing hard that your body is being dragged on the warm grass. He watches you take everything he gives, sucks your right nipple while watching your face contort and your lips part, listening to every sound you make. But Jungwoo was still not satisfied, he pins your legs on the ground while it’s perfectly spread then he fucks you at a quick pace. Quick but hard. That godlike strength is not made for a human, now you understand. He soon cums inside you while kissing your neck deliciously, whimpering and shivering as he enjoys his orgasm.

“I can’t get enough of you” and because of that, he pulls out, watched his cum drip from your entrance, and glides his soft cock on your slit. The feeling was too much even if his cock is not inside you, but Jungwoo knew that he can make you cum by playing with your slit. And he was right, when he felt you tensed up, he spreads your legs once again and licked your folds in a very sinful way. His tongue glides up and down very fast, that you don’t have a choice but to try to push his head away from you until you finally came and became weak while Jungwoo is still torturing you with his tongue.

“I can’t take it anymore-“ you said, bitting your lips and breathing heavily. Thankfully, the man in between your legs stopped. And spread kisses on your sensitive body until his lips are near yours.

“I got carried away” he smiles. “I promise, I will make love to you in my bed. Tomorrow?” he kisses your swollen nipples while he waits for your answer. Tomorrow sounds great you thought, but you were so tired that you only answered him with a nod.

When it’s finally time to go home, you and Jungwoo watch the sky turn dark blue as you two walk hand in hand on your way back to the village. Little did you know that the perfect day will be ruined in the most unexpected way. You can’t move when you saw it heading towards you two, you didn’t want to let go of his hand but he was brave as expected and bolted to danger. No one knew that a deadly cyclops has been lurking outside the village of Mt. Olympus. He told you to run and call for the soldiers and of course, you did. You left him.

As you call for help with great panic, the guards did not believe you because you were just a slave. You feel bad and hopeless. You feel like you’re wasting time so came back for Jungwoo with a big rock in your hand, hoping that you could strike the cyclops with it. But it’s too late. You found him on the ground, gravely injured and almost lifeless. “Stay with me!” you shake him and tried so hard now to let him close his eyes as you scream at the top of your lungs, “HELP!”

Nothing. You screamed again, a little desperately than before and then someone appeared. Leaning on the side of the true calmly as if he likes what he’s seeing. You begged him to help you but instead, he smiled, came close to you, and held your chin oh so tightly. His hands were big and hot on your skin as if he was fresh from the underworld.

“Lucas your cousin needs help please” you begged again.

“He’s dead. Two minutes ago. He is now trapped in the river of souls”

“You are the prince of the underworld, I’m sure you can do something” you sob. He released your chin and smirked in front of you.

“Of course I can do anything. But the question is, what can you do to bring Jungwoo back to life?” You don’t know what to answer, you don’t know what you can offer. As a slave, you don’t have anything.

“I don’t have anything to offer” you looked at Jungwoo’s cold body and hold his hand. Lucas is now dying of jealousy. He did not plot Jungwoo’s life to feel defeated. No.

“Offer your soul and loyalty and I’ll bring him back. Pledge your loyalty to me, and love me. When I’m satisfied, I’ll make sure to keep my word”

It was an offer you can’t refuse but also an offer that meant betraying Jungwoo. But he has to live. So without further thinking, you agreed to Lucas and gave your soul to him. He brought Jungwoo’s dead body in the underworld, with you on his side. The deal is to show your loyalty to him and to try to love him until he’s convinced and satisfied. And so you did. You became loyal to the prince of the underworld, stayed with him day and night, accept his gifts and his admiration. Time moves slowly in the underworld so no one is suspecting about Jungwoo’s disappearance. Soon, you earned Lucas’ trust and kept his word. He brought Jungwoo to life and trapped you in the underworld.

When Jungwoo came back to life, he can’t remember what happened after having sex with you that day. Your disappearance was a mystery to him and your family. He looked everywhere for you, searched high and low but still, nothing.

“Why are always gloomy my child? It’s banquet everyone should be happy, please wear even a fake smile before you meet your bride” his mother whispers beside him. As prince Jungwoo fakes his smile to all the guests and made small talk to a few people, his world stopped when he saw you again. After many years. Although he is not sure if it is really you, because his cousin’s hand is on top of your waist and you were smiling as he has never seen before. You changed, you don’t look like the girl he loved and adored.

You tried so hard to avoid Jungwoo and seclude yourself. You missed the view of Mt. Olympus in the afternoon. You let out a sigh and drank your wine, thinking more of how can you escape Lucas. Even if you die, or kill yourself, he still wins. And that thought alone makes you mad to the core. “Y/n? Is this really you?” you turned your back slowly and face the man you love.

“So that’s why you’ve been gone missing? You finally showed your true colors and betrayed me. Cheated with my own cousin?” he was angry but you didn’t care. Everything he said hurt you.

“I did it for you. Please don’t say those harsh words to me. Jungwoo it’s still me, please save me from your cousin-“

“That’s prince Jungwoo for you, slave! I don’t- I can’t believe I loved someone like you. You made a fool out of me” he said tears in his eyes like his own words hurt him too. Hearing him call you a slave was like a dagger to your heart. After everything you did just to prove him, you love him.

“My love, what are you doing outside?” Jungwoo’s bride came to fetch him, she was a goddess and they looked perfect together. You turned your back to dry your tears and wish to not see Jungwoo anymore especially in the arms of another. ‘My love’, you used to call him that and it was for the two of you only, but now those words are meaningless.

You were a daughter of a slave.

He was a prince and a son of a god.

What did you expect to happen?

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firefly-in-darkness · 4 years

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Deception

Characters →Y/N, Steve Rogers, Jasper Sitwell, Sam Wilson

Summary → Captain America has come out of the ice and SHIELD sends you undercover to find out what he plans to do next.

Word Count → 3.8k

Warnings → 18+, Smut (Oral - fem receiving, unprotected sex - wrap it before you tap it!), Swearing, Angst.

Beta → the wonderful @princessmisery666 - as always, my mistakes are my own.

A/N → This for @panicfob 900 follower writing challenge - congrats on your milestone lovely and hope you enjoy this story! Heavily inspired by Hercules & Megara’s weak ankles conversation... You can also find the dividers @firefly-graphics (just a lil self promo of my side blog!).

You weren’t supposed to sleep with him. You weren’t even supposed to become his friend unless it was necessary. You were supposed to just be his neighbour and report everything back to Sitwell.

You gently unravelled his arm from over your waist, slid to the edge of the bed and fumbled around for your clothes as quietly as possible. Luck was not on your side as your attempt to not disturb the super soldier was thwarted. His body pressed against your back, his large hands glided the straps of your bra back down, the cups dragged against your nipples deliciously.

Wet open-mouthed kisses were pressed into your shoulder, his soft lips trailed across your skin. Subconsciously, you rolled your head to the side to give him more access. His tongue slipped out and up your neck then he nibbled on your earlobe.

The moan that escaped your lips snapped you back to reality. “As much I’d love to stay. I’ve got an early start tomorrow.”

His hot breath fanned against your neck as he continued to kiss at the sensitive spot behind your ear and unclipped the bra, “Stay, you only live across the hall.”

You melted back into him, the guilt of spying on him gnawed away at your conscience. But all you wanted was to give in to the temptation, succumb to the desire that had grown in your core and pool into your panties.

If this is the last time, then I might as well make the most of it. I know I’ve said that fifty times already, but this is the last time I spend the night with Steve Rogers.

He pulled you back onto the mattress and laid above you, his hand cupped your cheek as he pulled you in for a kiss. Steve’s warm tongue slid along your bottom lip as his fingers stroked down your stomach, the light touch roused the pleasure at your core. You moaned against his lips and he didn’t hesitate to brush his tongue against yours before he continued the assault of kisses along your jawline.

He lifted his torso, knelt into the mattress and stared down at your half-naked body. The loss of his lips on your skin and the heated weight of his chest laying over yours had you craving his return. From the light that had to start to glow between the slats of the blind, you could just make out the lust blown icy blue eyes that watched you bite your lip.

Steve’s fingers skimmed up your legs and then tugged down on your panties, you lifted your hips so that he could pull them away. You heard them fall to the floor, somewhere across the room, all care for leaving forgotten.

Steve parted your thighs and his head dipped to your core and his light stubble brushed against the delicate flesh. He avoided the spot you wanted most, it caused a whimper to fall from your lips. Steve smirked and huffed a laugh at your keening responses to his teasing, his warm breath fanned over your slicked pussy. Seconds later he licked a stripe up your lips, swirled around your clit and sucked at the sensitive spot.

Your fingers curled around and gripped Steve’s sandy locks, the tug elicited a growl, the vibrations rippled across your skin and deepened your arousal, lifted your hips only to be pushed down into place by his arms wrapped around your thighs.

“Oh, Steve.” You gasped and clutched at the sheet, the pleasure flowed from your core, travelled to curl your toes and flutter your eyelids in ecstasy.

Steve’s tongue swirled and his lips kissed your sex. You were so overwhelmed by the sensations that you hadn’t noticed one of his hands loosened their grip on your thigh until his fingers nudged at your entrance. You mewled at the combination of tongue and fingers stimulating you higher, it left you breathless in anticipation for more.

His middle and fourth finger swirled around, lathered up the slick before he edged inside. Your back arched with pleasure from the way his fingers stretched you further and his tongue flicked at your clit. Steve’s fingers curled and stroked against a spot that caused your thighs to clench around his head, he opened them apart again and kissed the inside of your leg.

Steve watched his fingers pump in and out of you; a lopsided grin and then his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. He had you right where he wanted you, your climax edged closer and closer. It was the moment his thumb joined the attack on your pussy, he rubbed harshly against your clit, and that pushed you over the precipice of the orgasm. The euphoria washed over you; your back arched as you moaned out expletives and Steve.

You hissed as Steve didn’t stop, the overstimulation sent you into a further orgasm, the force pushed the back of your head deeper into the pillow. Steve’s ministrations eased as you came down from the high. You slowly gathered your thoughts whilst he knelt above you, hooked his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and shoved them down his legs. His cock slapped against his abdomen; the thick length made your mouth water.

He lowered back down, his arms caged you in and his hands cupped your cheeks. His lips crashed into yours, all tongue and teeth whilst his cock teased your entrance.

With a hook of your legs, you flipped him onto his back. His deep chuckle reverberated through you as you slid along his length and soaked him with your slick. You lifted, gripped the base of his cock and eased down onto him. Both of you gasped as he filled you in one swift motion.

As soon as it was announced that you were going to be Captain America’s babysitter the rumours began about what you had done to get the task in the first place. After the first few drop-ins to the office, you begged Sitwell to rearrange the location as you couldn’t handle the gossip or snide comments of being the teacher’s pet or giving blow jobs for missions.

You always arrived at the pre-arranged location first, usually a coffee shop or library. You made sure to sit in a secluded part with your back to another chair or shelves. Sitwell always sat or stood behind you, asked for a quick update and then disappeared as his coffee order was called out or he found the book he required.

The coffee shop was a small boutique; the usual off the beaten track place but the moment Sitwell stepped inside to the chime of the bell above the door, it was a different approach.

He pulled out the chair opposite and sat down, leant back with his legs spread wide. “Spill it.”

You frowned and turned your lip up in a sneer, he attempted to intimidate you and be the man about business. It didn’t work, he’d hardly been in the field and you’d be able to take him out three times over before he knew what was happening.

You blew on the coffee and took a sip before you responded. “There’s nothing to spill. We have gotten closer, but I don’t have any insight into what he plans. In all honesty, I don’t see him as a threat and I’m not sure-.”

Sitwell raised his hand and leant forward, his harsh whisper spat through gritted teeth, “You work for me. Not the other way around. Whether he’s an active member of SHIELD, going rogue or a threat is for me to decide. You’re only here to give me information and if you can’t do that then we might have to end this mission.”

Sitwell shifted in his seat, scanned around the coffee shop and if anyone didn’t suspect him of anything, they did now. You rolled your eyes at his behaviour; you could tell he hadn’t done much undercover work in a long time. It wasn’t like Steve Rogers would be randomly roaming the back streets for this coffee shop.

At his paranoia, you glanced around the coffee shop and scanned the civilians around you; a group of teenage girls gossiped at the sofas in the window, a man put up a poster that you couldn’t read from here and a bunch of businessmen tapped away at their laptops or phones whilst dollar signs glowed in their eyes.

“I understand that sir.” You placed the mug down, lost in how much Steve had begun to mean to you. Sitwell’s accusation of Steve going rogue didn’t sit well with you. “I don’t think he’s who you think he is. He might have been a soldier back in the day, and he might have the serum in his veins but he’s honest and sweet. He just wants to get a grip on this life before starting a new one. He wouldn’t hurt anyone.”

You frowned at Sitwell; the lack of response had the hairs on the back of your neck raised.

“Oh Y/N, you say he has no fears or weaknesses but that’s because you haven’t realised that it’s you. You are his weakness.”

Your eyes widened at his revelation and shook your head, “No, you’re wrong-”

The conversation was interrupted by the man that had put up the poster, you accepted the leaflet he offered. You glanced at it; a meeting at a community centre for war veterans. You shoved it in your handbag and looked back at Sitwell.

“Use it to your advantage.” He opened his wallet and dropped a few bills on the table then left.

Sitwell left, you stared into your coffee mug, lost in the froth that lined the rim of the ceramic. Your heart hammered against your ribcage as the weight of the consequences of how far you had taken things with Steve. You were going to break his heart. And your own.

As you wandered through the Waterfront Park and along the Potomac River, Steve recounted another tale of him getting into trouble, with Bucky at his side as always. Laughter erupted from you both and you sat on one of the benches that overlooked the serene water.

“Oh, what a day.” Steve smiled, “Thanks for coming to that art exhibition at the Kreeger.”

You knew you had to be focused, that you had to get as much from Steve as you could; to find out what he was going to do next after he got used to this new modern world. Sitwell counted on you to know whether he’d stick around or if he’d become America’s hero once more.

At that moment your phone’s ringtone interrupted the tranquillity of Steve’s company. You fumbled to get it out of your handbag and noticed the number, you glanced at Steve, “Sorry, I’ve got to take this.”

You walked away with the phone pressed close to your ear, you didn’t want the super soldier’s enhanced hearing to detect the voice on the other end; Sitwell’s unpredicted check call had you on edge.

“You know, for a secret agent, you’re doing a lousy job of staying under the radar.” Sitwell clipped, and you bit at your lip. I’m getting pulled, I just know it. “You need to find out what he plans on doing now.”

“I’ll call you when I have more information.” You sighed, glanced back at Steve with a weak smile then turned your back to him once more.

“The world is not a safe place Agent Y/L/N. If you know someone’s fear, you know them.”

“I’m on it.” You spoke through gritted teeth then hung up the phone.

You spun and walked back to the spot where Steve had remained, your voice strained. “Sorry about that. Family being a nightmare as usual.”

“Hey, no worries, we’ve all got our problems to deal with.” He smiled back at you.

This was an opportunity to open the conversation, you slid up the bench to get closer to him. “Yeah, they’re a bit controlling and even though I know they’re trying to help me make the best out of situations, I’d rather them just cut me some slack.”

“Is everything okay?” Steve’s face flushed and he rubbed at the back of his neck. “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

You weren’t sure he could get any more endearing than this moment, yet, you were playing him. Sure enough, he made you putty in his hands whilst he tore orgasm after orgasm from your body, but when it came to feelings and talking, well this was the arena you were champion of.

“I love my job, being a nurse is amazing and self-fulfilling. The people you help along the way but then some days are just awful, asshole attacks or,” You were bending the truth but your heart swelled at the sight of his fists clenching at the thought of you being harmed, “or there’s a major injury and there’s just nothing you can do to save them. It sucks. And then my father just wants me to get the job done, make quick decisions as if it’s not embedded into my life like it’s a separate thing.”

Steve nodded, his fingers weaved between yours, “It’s okay to feel overwhelmed Y/N. You are one person and looking after yourself is important. Be selfish if you have to.”

You shook your head; real tears began to well in your eyes. No, this is supposed to be me getting to him, how is he doing this?! You used the back of your hand to wipe away the salty dew on your cheeks.

“So does Mr Steve Rogers have any problems that need solving?” You choked on the fake laugh, hoped he didn’t notice the distress. Your body pressed against his and your hand gripped at his thigh, desperately for more information.

“Nope, I’m all good.” Steve grinned and moved off the bench towards the edge of the water. He dropped to a squat and collected a handful of pebbles.

“Wow, America’s Golden Boy is perfect.” You scoffed and rested your chin in the hand propped up on your knee.

“Thanks.” He grinned at you before he turned back and skimmed a rock across the water, but you could see he was looking much further into the distance than the drop of the pebble.

I’ve got this, I can bring the conversation back to his problems, his weaknesses or fears. I can do this, years of training alongside Natasha Romanoff will pay off. You stood beside him, grabbed a collection of pebbles to skim yourself.

After your fifth failed attempt to get the pebble to bounce more than twice on the surface, your shoulders sagged as you watched Steve’s sprint across the water several times before it disappeared into the depths.

Your skin heated up as he stood behind you, took your wrist in his large hands and guided you with your throw. Your breath caught as his body aligned with yours, his arm moulded along your forearm. The feel of his chest pressed into your back, his fingers linked with yours, it overwhelmed all your senses.

Thoughts were clouded as your mind drifted back to what had happened earlier that morning, amongst his bedsheets; the way he’d pushed your head into the pillow and lifted your hips and lined himself up from behind before he pounded you deep into the mattress.

As you watched the pebble skim across the water, his voice dropped an octave, “Y’know, when I was a kid, I wasn’t like this. I had every ailment going, and I was a scrawny little thing. I was then given this gift, and, well, I did everything to get into the army, so why not be America’s golden boy. Right now, though, I would give anything to be exactly like everybody else.”

“You want to be normal? To be self-centred and deceitful?” You turned around and folded your arms. The guilt of your actions simmered under your skin, ready to burst free onto him in a verbal assault but you kept your composure as you began to walk along the bank once more.

Steve walked beside you, “Some people might be like that but that’s not you.”

“You don’t know me, Steve, how do you know I’m not any of those things?” You stopped; an eyebrow raised to goad him further into the debate. His silence was what you needed, “That’s what I thought.”

“Y/N listen, you are one of the most amazing people I have ever met.” Steve pulled your arms away from their hold, his fingertips ran down your forearms and hooked your hands in his. “I came out of the ice and you were the first person that cared about Steve, not Captain America. When I’m with you, I don’t feel so alone.”

You couldn’t believe the words that tumbled from his lips, your heart hammered against your chest and your fingers trembled in his grip. His words pierced through your ribs and into your lungs, breath stuttered as you tried to reply.

“It’s better to be alone. Nobody can hurt you.” You whispered.

Steve dipped his head to yours, “I would never hurt you doll.”

Steve placed his lips to yours, a light touch compared to the others you had shared; it was delicate and held so much more than desire. You pulled away and gave Steve a beaming smile. He pulled you closer by the nape of your neck, a chaste kiss pressed to your forehead before he winked and continued the walk around the river with his hand firmly in yours.

Luckily you had dropped Steve’s hand as you turned the corner to search for your keys in your handbag because as you reached the apartment building, Jasper Sitwell stood with another agent outside the entrance. Your heart hammered at the thought of him seeing anything that looked remotely like affectionate gestures that had been made in the park.

Jasper looked straight past you, pushed his glasses back up his nose, and focused on Steve.

“Back in a minute.” Steve wandered off with your boss, he left you in the lobby as they talked in the parking lot.

You waited, leant against the wall, and thought of what had happened between you and Steve at the waterfront. The sharp pain from earlier had become a dull ache, and as you watched them from afar, you couldn’t help the guilt that continually seeped into your chest.

Steve was toeing the forbidden line of this becoming more than sex, potentially a relationship. He laid himself bare, put himself out there for you to accept. And, regardless of the mission ending on your own or Sitwell’s decision, you were going to hurt him.

Whilst you pretended to check your phone, another figure caught your eye. A man stood across the street, you had the sinking feeling that you recognised him and that’s when he glanced at you, then back at Steve and Jasper. Your hand darted into your handbag; fingers curled around the Glock as you watched him stroll towards Steve.

“On your left!” the man commented, you watched Steve turn slightly and grin at the man.

You released the gun and straightened up, to watch Jasper nod at the men and walk off without another glance. You returned to the men he had left, they wandered over and you recognised the stranger as the man with the leaflets in the coffee shop. If you remembered him, was it likely that he wouldn’t recognise you?

Panic bubbled up as they got closer and you could tell that they were more than acquaintances from the laughter. Steve gestured to you, and then the stranger, but you didn’t hear a word as the blood rushed through your head and echoed around your ears.

“Y/N, you okay?” Steve’s hand gripped your arm, a concerned look etched on his features.

“Yeah sure, miles away.” You shook your head and smiled at Steve’s friend; you hope it played off as a daydream. “Sorry, Sam was it?”

The man nodded, a slight grin on his face, “So how do you both know that guy?”

“Both?” Steve frowned.

“Yeah, I recognised your friend from the coffee shop near the community centre. That guy was there too.”

“Y/N, what is he talking about?” Steve no longer held the face of adoration from earlier or the confusion from Sam’s words. Now it had morphed into realisation as to who you were and your betrayal. “You’re one of them?”

You couldn’t find the words, your heart dropped into your stomach. The tears welled in your eyes; you knew you had fucked up and you knew it was wrong to spy on him, but you couldn’t lose him.

“We need to talk.” You stuttered. “Inside.”

The walk up the stairs remained in silence, you chanced a glance back to Steve, his face was flushed with pain and you could see it glisten in his eyes. Once you reached the corridor to your apartment, you were pushed back against the wall, Steve’s forearm against your throat.

“I can’t believe I trusted you,” Steve whispered angrily.

Sam tugged at his shoulder, “Stop it, Steve, just hear her out man.”

“Why should I? She’s been reporting to SHIELD the entire time. What else is there to know?” He glared back at him, his jaw ticking with anger and not letting go of his grip.

“Please, Steve.” You begged, “Please let me explain.”

Steve released his arm, and moved away from you, straightened out his jacket and ran his hands through his locks, “Fine. Sam stays and we do this in your apartment. I don’t trust mine to not be bugged.”

You nodded and headed to the front door, your hands trembled as you put the key in the lock and pushed it open for them to enter. You followed behind and hoped you could turn this around. That you could tell Steve what you were asked to do and how much you had withheld from Sitwell and SHIELD.

And deep down, you hoped that Steve could forgive you, not now, but maybe at some point.

the end.

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April Contest Submission #24: Surface Tension

Words: ca. 3,800 Setting: mAU Lemon: no CW: underage drinking, alcoholism, angst

“Just make sure you stay near Elsa when you’re in the water,” Agnarr says, flipping on his blinker to indicate a turn. Anna can’t stop herself from rolling her teal eyes at the statement. Agnarr catches it from the corner of his eyes.

“You may think I’m being overbearing but it’s just a precaution. With your mother being in one of her… situations, I can’t risk you getting into trouble,” Agnarr warns. Anna huffs, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Dad, I’m 15. I know how to handle myself,” Anna grumbles, turning her head to gaze out the window as they pull into the parking lot. It’s early in the morning in the middle of summer. The ocean lays beyond the asphalt filled square with waves that gently kiss the shore. Perfect weather for Anna to practice her surfing. They slip into an empty space and Agnarr shifts the gears into park. Anna immediately reaches for the door handle but a large hand on her freckled shoulder stops her. She sighs, turning to face her father.

“I just want the best for you girls. You know that. I’m glad you two are so close. Hopefully, you’ll always have that,” Agnarr tells her softly. There’s heavy emotion swimming in his hazel eyes and Anna now notices the dark circles beneath them. Her irritation fades, and her resolve drops. The redhead knows that her mother’s current plummet is one of the worst they’ve seen, and she can see that it’s taking a toll on her father. She leans over and gently kisses her father’s scruffy cheek.

“I know, Papa. I’m sorry. I’ll be careful. Promise. I love you,” she says, with a small smile. He manages to return it and removes his hand, jerking his head toward the beach.

“Let’s get your board down,” he says. A few minutes later Anna stands with her surfboard in her arms and waving at her father as he pulls out of the lot. She fiddles with her braid as she watches him disappear around a bend before swiveling and heading toward the beach. The population this early in the morning is few and far between. Anna prefers this, though she doesn’t necessarily enjoy getting up this early. Her eyes eagerly scour the beach, searching for her sister. A grin forms when she spots the 17 year old platinum blonde several feet away.

“Hey, Elsa!” The younger girl calls out as she jogs awkwardly toward her sister. Elsa turns around at the sound of her name. Her hair is plaited in a tight braid over her left shoulder and she’s fitted with her black and blue wetsuit. Her own surfboard is propped vertically in the sand beside her. She opens her arms as Anna drops her board, running into them. A content sigh escapes Anna as she buries her face in Elsa’s pale neck, inhaling her familiar scent. Elsa chuckles softly.

“Hey, princess. Ready to practice?” Elsa asks, as Anna pulls back a bit to gaze into Elsa’s intense blue eyes. The words sound distant as Anna loses herself for a moment. She loses herself to the familiar, yet concerning feeling of infatuation for her older sister until she realizes Elsa is gently shaking her. There’s concern in those brilliant eyes and a pang of shame hits Anna. She steps out of Elsa’s embrace and distracts herself with the task of slipping on her ankle leash.

“Hell yeah, Elsa. My balance is getting so much better thanks to you,” Anna finally manages to reply, beaming at her sister. Elsa stands silent for a moment with her head tilted before facing her own board and lifting it out of the sand. She runs a hand along the smooth surface of her snowflake patterned board.

“It has improved, but you’ve still got a lot to learn,” Elsa replies. Anna nods, and stands next to her as they both take a moment to stare out into the sea.

“I know. I’m just happy to spend time with you. It feels as though I hardly see you anymore, since summer started,” Anna says quietly, unable to hide the hurt in her voice. A cool hand slips around her own, squeezing tightly.

“I’m sorry, Anna. It’s just… been hard with mum having another of her… instances and Papa always being… well Papa. It’s tough being home, but I realize it’s not any easier on you. The added bonus of having a summer job doesn’t help this situation. Anyway, I promise that we will spend more time together. Speaking of: there’s a bonfire tonight by the cove. Would you like to join?” Elsa offers, turning to face Anna. The younger girl ponders this for a moment.

“Will Hans be there?” she asks, a bit of jealousy hitting her. Hans was an older guy who was constantly hitting on Elsa, though she always thwarted his attempts. He also had an extremely sketchy aura that surrounded him. Elsa shrugs her shoulders.

“Honestly, I’m not sure. But Megara, Rapunzel, and Merida will be there. Along with a few others from school,” Elsa responds. “You like all of them.”

“You think Papa will actually let me go?” Anna asks, and Elsa huffs, annoyance twisting her normally stoic features.

“As long as there’s no mention of Hans, he should be fine with it. He’s met all of the girls, and knows they’re good people. Though, I’m sure he’ll insist on driving us and bringing us home,” Elsa mutters. Anna nods in agreement.

“Okay, yeah, I’ll come,” she says. Elsa grins, and Anna’s previous thoughts of sketchy Hans dissipate. Her heart pounds as Elsa tugs her hand, pulling her toward the water. Moments later, they’re out in open water, sitting on their boards. The wind is gentle, and with it comes small waves. Elsa gestures Anna to venture forward. Anna takes a deep breath before approaching a small wave.

Her red braids flutter in the wind as she grips the sides of her board and lifts herself onto her shaky feet. She quickly counts to ten, maneuvering her board and is ecstatic to find herself riding the wave. Her heart slams against her ribcage as adrenaline pumps through her veins. She risks a glance at Elsa, who is cheering in the distance. Confidence spreads through her as she bends her knees and shifts through the wave. She basks in her success too soon, though as her foot moves to the edge of the board and slips off, causing her entire body to tumble into the cold water below.

Anna is tossed around a bit beneath the wave before she manages to break the tension of the surface, sputtering as the salty water of the ocean leaves her mouth. Elsa is there within seconds, and strong hands grab Anna beneath her arms and she’s pulled up onto Elsa’s board. She’s coughing, and Elsa pats her back. Anna’s ears are full of water and she vigorously shakes her head, trying to get rid of the offending liquid. Finally, she registers Elsa is speaking.

“You okay, princess?” Elsa asks, as Anna’s coughing begins to fade. She nods in response and glances over at Elsa, who is looking past her sister with a look of despair. Anna follows her gaze, and her own heart drops. Her board is next to them in the water, still tethered to Anna’s ankle. Unfortunately, it’s only half of it. Elsa places a hand on Anna’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry. I’ll buy you another one. Either way, you did an amazing job, Anna. I’m so proud of you,” And suddenly Elsa’s arms are around her sister, and Anna’s head is spinning, not just from her tumble in the water. There are alarms going off inside her mind, but she ignores them, returning the embrace. Her pride is swelling at Elsa’s words. Finally, Elsa pulls back with an enormous grin on her face. She leans down and rips the leash from Anna’s ankle, leaving the board to float toward the beach.

“Come on. Let’s ride a few together then we’ll go shopping for a new board,” she says as she places a gentle kiss on Anna’s cheek. As she paddles them toward another wave, Anna can’t help but bring her hand up to cup her cheek as a dopey smile crosses her flushed face.

—–

The rest of the day is filled with shopping and other various activities. As dusk descends upon the small beachside town, Elsa and Anna find themselves in their father’s car to return to the beach for the bonfire. It had taken convincing from both girls along with large amounts of reassurance from Elsa before Agnarr allowed them to go.

The brown-silver haired man stole glances in his rear view mirror at the girls who were giggling quietly amongst themselves. He loves them both, dearly. A decision that’s been weighing heavily on his mind recently rears its head and his grip on the steering wheel tightens. He frets over how it will change everything. Should he even do it? His jaw clenches as they arrive at the beach and he parks the car. There’s rustling in the back seat as the sisters gather their items and slip out of the vehicle. They meander to Agnarr’s window, which he obligingly rolls down.

“Stay together and on the beach,” he instructs firmly. He grins when they both roll their eyes. Anna leans in and kisses his cheek with a whispered I love you, papa. There is hesitance on Elsa’s part and she fidgets nervously. A bit of guilt stabs at Agnarr, and he knows this is his doing. He’s much stricter with the elder on certain things. There’s a nudge from a freckled shoulder and, though Elsa casts a glare at her sister, she steps forward and plants a kiss on her father’s cheek as well.

“Keep her safe, Els,” he says quietly as he reaches up and ruffles the hair that’s not currently threaded in her braid. She frowns, ducking her head and smoothing the hair back down.

“Always, Papa. Love you,” Elsa says, and grabs Anna’s hand, pulling her toward the glow that Agnarr suspects is the bonfire. That decision surfaces again and he sighs. He needs to do a bit of contemplating and settles in for a scenic drive.

——

Anna had known from the start that there was a high chance there would be alcohol at the bonfire and she wasn’t wrong. As she and Elsa approach the small group of people that surround the soft orange glow of the fire, most of them sport a plastic red cup in their hand. Rapunzel bounces up to them with two in her own hand. Her long, straw colored hair sways behind her as her face bears an enthusiastic grin.

“I’m so glad you guys could make it! It’s so good to see you again, Anna!” the chipper blonde says. She hands a cup to Elsa before smothering Anna in a tight hug. The younger girl pats Rapunzel’s back in an awkward gesture until she pulls away.

“Good to see you, too, Punz. This is a pretty decent turnout,” Anna comments, taking a look around. There were a few people she didn’t recognize, along with vaguely familiar faces from school. A spritely redhead with curls that jut out from her head in tight ringlets hurries toward them with a somber looking brunette lingering a few paces behind.

“Anna! Elsa! You guys came!” Merida chirps, wrapping the siblings up in a hug. Elsa laughs as she pulls away and the woman behind Merida flutters her fingers in a wave.

“Of course. It’s been a while since we’ve had one of these nights,” Elsa says. A breeze slips past the group and ruffles the unbuttoned shirt that envelopes Elsa’s slender torso. Anna swallows as she allows herself a few fleeting moments to observe the tight muscles of her sister’s abdomen beneath the bikini top she’s wearing. Her pulse races and she tears her gaze away. Stop it, she’s your fucking sister.

Elsa takes a cautious sip out of the cup that Rapunzel had given her. Her brows raise in surprise. Rapunzel notices her reaction and grins.

“Good, huh? Super fruity,” she says and shoves the other cup into Anna’s hand. Anna stares blankly at the swirling red liquid. Elsa moves to her side and glares at Rapunzel.

“What are you doing?” she snaps, and reaches out to take the cup from Anna but the younger girl takes a few steps away. She sniffs the liquid tentatively and ignores the scowl on her sister’s face as she tastes it. Warmth spreads through her and she inhales sharply.

“Holy shit this is delicious!” She comments, taking a large gulp. Elsa’s jaw drops and she makes another attempt to take the drink and Anna giggles, running to the other side of the fire.

“Anna, come on,” Elsa says, concerned. Anna shrugs, rocking on her feet.

“Elsa, it’s summer vacation. It’s not like I’m driving anywhere and you’re here, along with other responsible people. I’m not an idiot. Let me live,” Anna protests, unable to help the pout she takes on. Elsa’s free hand clenches and her jaw is set as she contemplates her sister’s request. Finally, a sigh escapes her and she nods.

“Fine. But I’ll be keeping an eye on your consumption,” she gives in, and turns toward Merida, who immediately launches into a conversation regarding surfing. Anna rolls her eyes and takes a seat in one of the available lawn chairs. Megara plops into the seat beside her and they talk about how things are going for them.

As the evening continues, Anna begins to feel the effects of the alcohol. Her balance is thrown off more than usual but she feels giddy. A few more people join the fire, and someone brings in a radio and blares music. At some point, Anna decides to dance, and others join her. She’s happy in these moments, and she notices that Elsa is often glancing in her direction as the older sibling stands off to the side, nursing her cup. Finally, Anna separates herself from the dancers and skips over to her sister. Her inhibitions seem to have flown the coop, and she knows that she’s smiling like an idiot as she gazes up at her beautiful sister.

“Elsaaaa,” she whines, throwing herself against the taller woman. Her arms circle Elsa’s neck and she can’t help but play with the fine baby hairs that lay at the base of Elsa’s head. She isn’t too inebriated to miss the goosebumps that form on Elsa’s skin or the way her breath catches. She dismisses it though. It’s a bit chilly out and I did kind of just stumble into her.

“You’re drunk already, Anna? Hmmm, seems someone can’t handle their alcohol,” Elsa teases, her arms circling Anna’s slim waist. Anna feels her face warm even more and she swallows.

“Well, not all of us are seasoned. Anyway, dance with me?” Anna asks, jutting out her lower lip. Elsa stares at her for a few moments. Her hand rises to cup Anna’s freckled cheek and a cool thumb swipes across it. Anna leans into the touch.

“Okay, princess, let’s dance,” Elsa murmurs. Anna beams happily and lifts herself up to kiss Elsa’s cheek, but it seems as though Elsa had the same idea in mind because Anna finds her lips pressed against the soft lips of her sister instead of the smooth skin of a pale cheek. Neither girl moves for a moment, seemingly frozen in an infinite moment. Finally, Elsa pulls away with a chuckle and disentangles herself from Anna, but grips her hand reassuringly.

“Come on,” she says, as she pulls Anna toward the group. Anna is in a daze, wondering if Elsa even knows what had just occurred while Anna replays the moment over and over in her mind. The feel of Elsa’s lips against her own had felt so… right. Anna is sure she had imagined it, but could have sworn Elsa had kissed her back. As they approach the crowd, Anna is drawn back to the present. They slip between the mass of warm bodies while Elsa pulls her close and begins to dance. The music is muffled to Anna’s ears by the blood rushing through her.

They dance together, synchronizing their movements. They’re laughing, smiling and Anna thrills at seeing the pure joy in Elsa’s face. More time passes and soon the group begins to dwindle. There are just a few scattered people now, and the dancing is done. A yawn slips from Elsa and she glances down at her watch.

“Papa will be here soon,” she says and Anna frowns with disappointment. They say goodbye to their friends after finishing their drinks and begin to walk toward the parking lot. Elsa continues to hold Anna’s hand. Anna’s thoughts are muddled from the alcohol and she halts her steps, causing Elsa to nearly stumble from the abrupt stop. She turns to Anna, who’s gazing down at her feet.

“What’s wrong, princess?” Elsa asks with concern. Anna fidgets nervously because she can’t get the accidental kiss out of her head. Her barriers are down and her fingers are twitching. In a sweeping moment of courage she tugs their intertwined hands, pulling Elsa flush against her. Anna’s free hand grabs the hairband holding Elsa’s hair up and tugs, setting those luscious locks free. Elsa swallows, her blue eyes wide with puzzlement.

“A-Anna?” She says, and her voice cracks. Anna’s heart feels as though it’s trying to escape her chest as she drops Elsa’s hand and cups her sister’s face. Her breath is heavy as she stands taller, and presses her lips against Elsa’s. There’s a whimper from the taller girl, but she doesn’t pull away. But she doesn’t move, she stands there, still as a statue. As suddenly as it appears, the bravery Anna felt fades, and anxiety creeps into its place.

As she’s about to step away and apologize profusely, a hand falls to the small of her back and tightly grips her shirt, holding her in place. Those cool lips against her own are parting, and Elsa sighs into the kiss. Anna feels her heart stop for a moment as an everyday fantasy plays out. They move against each other and Anna finds her hands sliding up to bury themselves in the depths of Elsa’s hair. Although Anna would like the moment to last forever, her lungs begin to burn from the lack of oxygen and she reluctantly pulls away. She draws in a shuddering breath as her eyes open to find Elsa’s closed, and an expression of such content and…relief? Before she can fully dive into the complexity that is Elsa’s current expression, the moment is interrupted by a shout:

“Elsa!” The sisters jump apart and turn toward the sound to see their father standing in the sand a few feet away. Anna’s heart sinks. She can’t decipher the expression on her father’s face. She avoids looking over at Elsa as guilt and shame floods her senses and she quickly makes her way to the car.

——

Anna paces in her room a few days later. She hasn’t spoken to Elsa since the beach; Agnarr hasn’t allowed it. There’s been fighting between her parents. The last few nights have been filled with shouting and slamming doors. Anna is worried; about the state of her family and about Elsa. She’s heard snippets of their parents’ conversations. She knows that Elsa has been sneaking out the last few nights and returning reeking of alcohol. She’s brought out of her thoughts when there’s a soft knock on her door.

“Anna, please come downstairs. We need to have a family discussion,” Agnarr says softly and Anna hears his footsteps recede. She takes a few deep breaths to collect herself before slipping out of her room and down the stairs. Her mother is nursing a glass of wine at the kitchen table. There are bags under her unfocused eyes and she looks about ten years older than she actually is. Elsa is currently seated next to her. Her arms are crossed over her chest while her hair is done up in a hasty ponytail. She appears as though she’s just woken up. She glances up from the table when Anna enters the kitchen but quickly averts her gaze. A sharp stab of pain hits Anna in the chest and she has to fight to continue breathing. She slides into a chair at the opposite end of the table while Agnarr stands beside her. A heavy hand rests gently on her shoulder, squeezing.

“Your mother and I have had quite a few long… talks, as I’m sure you two have noticed,” Agnarr starts, after a loud throat clearing. He drops his hand and moves to stand before all of them. Iduna is refusing to look at any of them, but Anna watches Elsa place her hand on top of their mother’s. She had always been closer to their mother than Anna, while Anna was her father’s daughter. Agnarr rubs his face tiredly. Anna notices that his usually tamed scruff has accumulated length, and he looks exhausted.

“We’ve come to a decision that I think will work best for everyone regarding the current situations. As of next week, I have accepted a job as lead engineer of a new company in Norway,” Agnarr continues, his hazel eyes sweeping over Elsa and Anna. Anna frowns with a tilt of her head as she chews on this information.

“So… we’re moving?” Elsa asks, and Anna risks a glance, seeing the same confusion she currently feels on her sister’s face. Anna returns her gaze to her father as he shakes his head. Anna can tell he’s nervous as the large man begins to pace.

“Anna and I will be. You will be staying here with your mother, Elsa. We will be… separating. You’re already set up to go to school here in the fall, with your scholarship. Your mother and I have agreed that it’s best for you two to spend some time apart,” Agnarr says. Anna can’t believe what she’s hearing and she can’t help the sob that escapes her. The world is spinning and she’s reminded of when she fell from her surfboard. She finds herself falling into an ocean of emotions and she just can’t seem to reach the surface.

There’s a hand on her arm, and through her tears she sees Elsa trying to comfort her. It’s as if Elsa’s just saved her from drowning, and Anna can suddenly breathe again. Because everytime she feels like this, all she has to do is look at her sister. This realization causes Anna to sober up, but she feels as though she’s floating above herself. Anna watches her own hand rip Elsa’s from her arm, and, even as tears are trickling down her face, Anna manages to wipe it clear of visible emotion. There’s pain in Elsa’s eyes as Anna stands, wiping her tears. This is for the best. I’m sick, and disgusting. And obviously I can’t rid myself of these feelings. The farther from Elsa I am, the easier it will be, and I won’t ruin her chance of a good future by soiling her name. Turning to Agnarr, Anna wipes the tears from her face and stands from her chair.

“I understand, Papa.”

#elsanna #submission #April 2021 contest #prompt: break

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➳ pairing/characters: hercules! mingi x reader, wooyoung as terpishchore (muse of dance), seonghwa as erato (muse of love poetry), hongjoong as euterpe (muse of music), jongho as polyhymnia (muse of hymns), yeosang as thalia (muse of comedy), san as clio (muse of history), yunho as urania (muse of astronomy)

➳genre: fluff, greek mythology au, inspired by hercules (the animated disney film), romance, angst, mutual pining, denial of feelings (reader is very stubborn hehe)

➳ tw: mentions of death, slight violence, light swearing, soul-selling, servitude, mentions of bullying (nothing too intense)

➳ disclaimer: may contain slight inaccuracies concerning dates, i also changed the story a little bit to make it a less bit intense, so there won’t be anything like what happened in the movie, which is honestly a bit intense? i mean, hercules goes to the underworld and retrieves meg’s soul after she gets crushed by a boulder so i won’t be including that outcome in this series.

➳ rating: m, 18+

➳ wc: 5.8k

➳ summary: after your first relationship had ended quite tragically, love was the last thing on your mind. however, after countless encounters with song mingi, the beautiful hero, being open to love again seemed possible.

➳ note: this was originally supposed to be a drabble, but i guess it’s a mini fic series now? oops? anyways, i hope you all enjoy this, and, as always, feedback is always appreciated💖!! i adore all of you so much and i hope all of you are staying safe and drinking lots of water!! please take care of yourselves my loves!! also this is my first time posting a fic on this blog, so it’s lowkey nerve-wracking but here goes nothing!

“it’s too cliché, i won’t say i’m in love.” - megara (hercules, 1997)

( june 1, 1300 b.c.e)

you sighed, wringing out your wet hair, gaze shifting to the muscular male a few feet away, whose cheeks were flushed with pink and looked quite embarrassed. “s-sorry about that.” he mumbled, blush deepening. despite that fact that you had just gotten splashed with water, you couldn’t help but let out an amused laugh. “don’t worry about it, wonder boy. besides, you saved me from the nessus, after all.”

he laughed softly at the nickname, hand rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “it was nothing, really.” you rolled your eyes, fingers combing through your damp hair, ridding it of tangles. “you are too humble, wonder boy.” “i-it’s mingi, actually.” “hmm, it suits you, but i think i like wonder boy better.” you smirked, trying not to laugh at how flustered said male was, turning a shade equally as red as his hair.

out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a flash of pink and green, as well as a tendril of black smoke, and tried not to grimace at the sight. “well, i better go. thanks for saving me, wonder boy.” you turned to go, ignoring the dread pooling in your stomach at having to talk with hades again. “wait, can i at least get your name?” mingi blurted, stopping you in your tracks. you glanced over your shoulder, making sure to keep your expression as neutral as possible. “it’s y/n.” and with that, you disappeared into the heart of the woods, ignoring the erratic beating of your heart.

you braced yourself for the annoying lecture you were going to receive from the god of death himself, watching as he took physical form, tendrils of black smoke filling the air. a few seconds later, hades stood in front of you; his two minions standing attentively at his side. “y/n, how was your first meeting with wonder breath?” “fine.” hades frowned. “that’s it?” “nothing, you know, dramatic happen?” you tried not to roll your eyes at how clueless hades was acting, as if he wasn’t the one that summoned the monster in the first place. “the monster grabbed me, i pretended to act like a damsel in distress, wonder boy saved me; i got splashed with water, that’s about it.” “so, he didn’t, you know, show a weakness that might help me defeat him?”

“no, wonder boy’s as strong and unbeatable as they say.” hades’ dark eyes narrowed. “we’ll see about that.” he murmured, and you ignored the uneasy feeling in your stomach. “good work today, y/n. once wonder boy falls for you, then we can find out what exactly can break him.” you swallowed against the bile rising in your throat, and managed a weak nod.

“don’t forget the deal we made.” you resisted the urge to scowl at the way hades’ lip curled at your reaction.

centuries ago, you were a completely different girl, romantic and open to love. you had fallen in love with your then boyfriend at the time, only to have him taken away from you, permanently. a sickness had plagued the small village you lived in at the time, and your boyfriend had been unfortunate enough to succumb to the deadly illness, and died just a week after he had contracted it. you were desperate and heartbroken, and then during one rainy day, hades had appeared before you, offering you a deal. he would revive your boyfriend, but only if you would sell your soul to him, as well as promising years of servitude. agreeing to such a deal would be foolish and unorthodox, especially for a dead lover, but because your heart and mind were so broken, you had agreed to hades’ terms.

hades had summoned a scroll and a black feather quill, and thus, your soul had been signed away. the god of the underworld had kept his word and revived your lover, but he had soon ripped your heart out by leaving you for another woman. you had never felt so foolish in your life, and from that day on, you swore off love, and built walls around yourself, refusing to let anyone in, afraid of suffering the same fate you had with your first love.

“you’re my servant, don’t forget that. and what i tell you to do, you do it, unless you want to be thrown in tarturus, or maybe suffer the same fate as him?” you fought the urge to punch hades in his horrifyingly gorgeous face as you shook your head, careful not to let your anger show. “i don’t have any complaints.” hades smiled, seemingly pleased. “good, you know what to do, with wonder breath then?” you nodded, tearing your gaze away from his dark, soulless, eyes.

hades gave you a mock wave as he disappeared in a cloud of black smoke. when you were finally alone, you collapsed onto the soft, green grass, burying your face into your hands, sobbing.

(months later)

you allowed yourself a small smile at the dainty, white flower in your hand, the sweet-smelling petals invading your senses; the petals soft and velvety against your fingertips. it was a particularly beautiful day, with the sun shining brightly above you, the sky cloudless and a gorgeous shade of light blue. there was even a small breeze that tickled your skin and hair, fresh air washing over you, relieving you from the otherwise unbearable heat. you were sitting on a stone bench in a garden, enjoying the great weather and admiring the flower in your hand. it’d been nearly four months since you had begun to flirt with mingi, and there were days where you had forgotten the reason you were talking to him in the first place. mingi was not only unbelievably gorgeous, with fiery red hair and forest green eyes that turned into crescents whenever he smiled, but he was also unfailingly sweet, gracious, humble, clumsy, and polite.

mingi would also turn an adorable shade of pink whenever you would compliment him, rubbing the back of his neck shyly. you also tried your best not to stare at his arms, which were corded with muscle, as they were quite distracting.

and over the past few months, you had found yourself becoming more and more intrigued and infatuated with mingi, of which you couldn’t help but scold yourself for. there was a part of you that was convinced the sweet words he spoke so often were sincere, but then there was also the part of you that thought otherwise. after all, your last lover had left you to wallow in your own sadness, without so much as a goodbye, even after you had sacrificed so much for him to be able to live again.

suddenly, annoyance coursed through you and you threw the flower over your shoulder in disgust, not bothering to see where it landed. “y/n, seriously? you’re throwing away a perfectly good flower? it’s like you don’t even care about nature.” you fought the urge to roll your eyes. “wooyoung, i didn’t throw it away, i just carelessly tossed it.” “uh huh, sure.” you couldn’t fight the fond smile that tugged at your lips as you turned to look at the muse, who was standing behind you, mock disapproval on his face. beside him, a tall, silver haired male scoffed and smacked him lightly on the shoulder. “would you quit being a pain in the ass, woo?” seonghwa scolded good naturedly. aforementioned male pouted, the gesture nearly childlike. “you’re so mean seonghwa-hyung.” the older rolled his eyes, expression brightening upon seeing you. “hey, y/n, how’s everything?” you shrugged, ignoring how wooyoung’s hazel eyes narrowed in suspicion. “alright, how is everyone?” “oh, you know, being a pain in my ass, as always.”

“ignore him, he’s been having writer’s block and has been moping about it for days, so he’d taking out all his pent-up anger on us by being a mother hen all the time.” “kim hongjoong, you better shut it right now before i throw you into tarturus.”

said muse giggled, head popping out from behind a tall tree, blue hair falling in strands across his forehead. “hi!” hongjoong called out from his hiding place, small hand waving in greeting. “hi , joong, it’s nice to see you!” “likewise!” “what are you doing over there?” “o-oh, i was picking flowers, i was going to weave them into a flower crown.” hongjoong mumbled shyly, a light shade of pink settling across his cheekbones, and you couldn’t help but smile fondly at the sight.

“you’re adorable.” “am not. i am older than you, you know.” “yes, but you’re as intimidating as a baby bunny.” “shut up, i am not adorable!” “fine, fine, whatever you say, joong.” “i hate you.” “aw, i love you too.”

hongjoong sighed as he stepped out from behind the tree, a bunch of pink flowers in his hand, settling down on a patch of grass a few feet away, setting to work on his crown. “if any of you dare to annoy me while i do this, i will bite you.” “wow, cannablism much, hyung?” “san, shut up.” “wow, hyung, you’re so cruel! i just got here and you’re already insulting me!” “san, i swear to zeus, you better shut your mouth and let me weave this gods-damned flower crown before i strangle you.” “damn, someone has a-” “san, would you please just stop being a pain in the ass and listen?” “ok, ok, fine.” san plopped down on the ground next to wooyoung, who was busy admiring the flower in his hand, violet eyes shifting towards you, a smile breaking out on his gorgeous face, dimples indented in his cheeks. “y/n! i haven’t seen you in a millennia! how are things?” “alright, how are you?” “oh, you know, just trying to make sure wooyoung doesn’t get kidnapped or thrown in tarturus, the usual.” “why am i always being bullied?” “because you’re so easy to pick on, woo.” the blonde male gasped in mock offense. “san! how could you say such a thing? i thought we were friends!” said male only rolled his eyes. “quit being so dramatic, will you? you’re giving me a headache! and would you stop yelling? i’m pretty sure zeus can hear you.” “y/n, help me! i’m suffering!” wooyoung whined, falling dramatically into san’s lap, white chiton billowing with the movement. you laughed. “sorry, woo, i’m kind of outnumbered here.”

wooyoung huffed in annoyance. “stupid hyungs won’t go away and leave me alone.” that earned him a finger flick to the forehead, causing him to cry out in pain. “san, what was that for? that fucking hurt, you know!” the former ignored him. “you should be grateful we’re even around to look after you, you big baby.”

you rolled your eyes fondly at their incessant bickering, and settled down on the grass next to san, leaning your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes. immediately, you felt an arm wrap around your own shoulders. ever since you had met the muses all those years ago, you had become extremely close with all of them, and they were not only your best friends, also the older brothers you’ve always wanted. they always looked out for you, no matter what, and was there for you when no one else was, and had always treated you like a sister.

“seriously, though, what’s up with you? you seem happier these days.” san’s tone was light, teasing, but the question was enough to make your face flush scarlet. “you’re as red as a tomato, are you seeing someone?” wooyoung asked, hazel eyes alight with curiosity. one of san’s perfect eyebrows raised in question. “well?” “there’s no one!” “liar.” seonghwa sing-songed from where he was sitting with hongjoong a few feet away, watching the latter with a fond gaze as the petite male wove flowers into a crown. “ok, ok fine, there might be someone.” you mumbled, immediately regretting it when san’s face practically lit up, green eyes twinkling with mirth. “oh? who is it? maybe we know him?” you hesitated, not sure if telling them about mingi was the greatest idea, but you decided to just do it, for you knew that the muses would keep pestering you about him for gods knows how long.

“i-it’s mingi?” as soon as his name left your mouth, san and wooyoung gasped. “NO WAY! SONG MINGI??? AS IN THE HERO HIMSELF??!” “yes?” san gave your shoulder a light shove. “how long?” “how long what?” “how long have you been seeing him for?” you blushed furiously. “we’re not dating.” “oh, so do you have a crush on him?” “what? no!” san chuckled, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. “y/n, you’re not fooling anyone. you definitely have feelings for mingi, don’t you?” you sighed in defeat. “i really don’t know yet. i’m still trying to figure out my feelings.” san hummed in acknowledgment. “well, you didn’t confirm nor deny, which means that we have the right to tease you about your potential lover!” “say it a little louder, will you?” you hissed, a light shade of red settling across your cheekbones.

seonghwa snickered, ducking his head down slightly so that hongjoong could place the now finished flower crown on his head. “there’s no shame in being attracted to someone, it’s normal.” “it’s not that i’m embarrassed, it’s just.. i don’t know if i’m ready or willing to be attracted to someone, not after-” san cut you off by throwing his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. “don’t you dare finish that sentence. that jerk deserves to rot in tarturus for hurting you.” wooyoung nodded, expression darkening. “i really wanted to punch his face in that day.”

‘‘we all wanted to.” seonghwa mumbled, crossing his lean arms over his chest, frowning at the memory. “i’m sorry for ruining the mood.” “oh, don’t you dare. you did nothing wrong, y/n. and you did not ruin the mood.” “i did though?” hongjoong shot you a look from across the garden, chestnut eyes flashing with warning. “y/n, please stop blaming yourself for things that aren’t your fault. i hate seeing you miserable, we all do.” his voice was gentle, yet firm, and your heart clenched at how sincere he was. “i really don’t deserve you all as friends.” seonghwa scoffed. “i think it’s the other way around, y/n.”

where’s yeosang, jongho and yunho?” “jongho’s probably forcing yeosang and yunho to listen to one of his newly written hymns. he’s very picky about them, you know.” “but aren’t they-” “the muse of comedy and astronomy? yes, which is why yeosang and yunho always complain when jongho asks them for feedback, as they know nothing about music.” “yeah, that’s my forte.” hongjoong mumbled, a slight pout on his lips. “he never asks me for help on anything, hyung.” seonghwa rolled his eyes half-heartedly, reaching out to ruffe the younger’s hair affectionately. “it’s ok, joong, he’ll ask you one day.” “i’ve literally been waiting for a whole gods damn century, hwa!”

seonghwa tried not to laugh as he pulled the younger into a hug, rubbing comforting circles on his back. “i know, i know, just be patient.” hongjoong huffed, but didn’t say anything after that, burying his face into the crook of seonghwa’s neck, sighing. “the day jongho asks me for help on one of his hymns is the day i will throw myself into tarturus.” “please don’t do that, joong. someone has to help me keep jung wooyoung and choi san in check, i can’t do it on my own.” aforementioned muses cried out in protest. “hey!” seonghwa ignored them, hugging hongjoong tighter. san rolled his eyes, falling back onto the grass, pulling you and wooyoung down with him. you laughed and closed your eyes, letting sleep take over.

mingi couldn’t help but smile as he tossed a stone carelessly across the smooth surface of the river, face flushing scarlet as it always did when he thought of her. cheesy and cliché as it was, she was truly unlike any girl he had ever met, for most of them practically fell at his feet, which made him highly uncomfortable, especially when they would propose marriage. he shuddered, remembering coming back from a particularly difficult mission, which had included killing the hydra, a three-headed beast that had begun terrorizing a small, defenseless village, and as he had walked through the streets once home, girls had tried to grab at him and even went as far as to chase him around the town.

while mingi was happy that the village acknowledged him, the female attention was well, irritating. people had teased him for it, claiming that he secretly loved it and just was pretending not to like the attention. he really truly hated it, dreaded it even, and would breathe a sigh of relief whenever he managed to escape his very, very, enthusiastic admirers.

you were different. while you were aware who he was, you didn’t know the “heroic” side of him, which was something that mingi could rarely keep under-wraps lately, and it both surprised and relieved him that you didn’t have a clue about his accomplishments. mingi always felt so awkward whenever people would constantly praise him for his bravery, heroic deeds, the like. he never knew what to say, as he didn’t want to sound arrogant or narcissistic. deep down, mingi hated it when people would talk for days on end about his heroic deeds, for it made him feel a bit uncomfortable. and yes, maybe he asked for all the praise and the glory when he had practically begged maddox to train him, in hopes that people wouldn’t see him as “different” or a “freak.”

when he’d been living with his parents in the small village he used to call home, all the kids wanted nothing to do with him, for they thought the unnatural strength he possessed was scary and abnormal. after enduring their harsh words for years, mingi decided to leave home and try to find someone who would help him control his strength.

at first, maddox had been reluctant, especially after all the past heroes he trained died tragically, but eventually gave in when he realized that mingi wasn’t going to take no for an answer. training was difficult, and there had been times where maddox was ready to give up on mingi entirely, to tell him to go back home, but mingi was determined, and he began to improve.

the training had paid off, mingi supposed, as fighting was something that now came naturally to him. “still thinking about that girl, huh?” mingi fought to hide the blush that was spreading across his cheekbones. “n-no, what makes you say that?” maddox scoffed. “kid, please, you’re making it obvious. you’ve been spacing out a lot recently. plus, you always have that look on your face.” “what look?” “oh you know, the look that says i’m a fool in love, something like that.” “i-i’ve only known her for a few months.” “and?” “there’s no way-” maddox held up a hand, silencing him. “look kid, i know i may not look like the type who’d be in love, but i’ve been there. and you definitely look how i felt centuries ago.” “i mean, i guess i am, i don’t know.”

maddox leaned against a tall tree, scoffing. “you are kid, trust me. i can see the way you look at her, you’re very much smitten.” “i-i guess?” “you’ll see for yourself one of these days.” mingi ignored how his face flushed at the thought of you having feelings for him, and turned away from his mentor, looking out at the smooth surface of the river in front of him, trying not to let his mind wander.

“so, are you sure you’re not in love with him? not even a tiny bit?” yeosang asked, lifting a perfect eyebrow in question. you scoffed, placing the scroll you’d been reading off to the side of the large wood table in front of you. you and yeosang were currently in the spacious library that the comedy muse often occupied during the week, reading various scrolls. “did the others tell you?” yeosang rolled his eyes. “of course they did. well, it was mostly wooyoung. you know that little shit can’t keep his mouth shut sometimes.” “wooyoung may be loud, but he’s the sweetest and he means well.”

“yeah, yeah. anyways, how’d you meet mingi?” you groaned, burying your face in your hands. “how much did wooyoung tell you?” yeosang chuckled. “too much.” “i will kick his ass later.” you mumbled. “i’ll help.” the former offered, lavender eyes twinkling with mirth.

“he saved me from a nessus months ago, and from then on, we just kept bumping into each other after that.” “by coincidence? or by chance?” you shrugged, ignoring the pang of guilt that shot through you. “probably by chance. we just somehow end up seeing each other in the most unlikely circumstances.” yeosang hummed thoughtfully. “you definitely have it bad.” “what? what do you mean by that?” “y/n, even the dumbest person alive can tell that you are in love with him.”

you threw your hands up in exasperation. “why does everyone think that?” yeosang reached out and gently patted your shoulder, as if to comfort you. “y/n, i love you, you know i do, but it’s kind of obvious. you’re kind of shit at hiding your feelings. even i can tell, and i’m the muse of comedy!”

“he’s right, you know.” you turned to glare at the source of the voice. seonghwa was leaning against one of the white pillars that surrounded the outside of the library, golden eyes practically sparkling in the warm sun. “not you too, hwa.” aforementioned muse shot you a sheepish smile. “sorry, y/n, but it’s honestly undeniable at this point.” “but i’ve only known him for a few months!” seonghwa shrugged, pushing off the pillar with a sandaled foot, making his way over to the center of the room. “so? love is a funny thing, you know. you can realize you’re in love with someone in a short span of time, it’s not unheard of.” the love poetry muse plopped down on the chair next to you, hastily tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear.

“how you long were you standing there?” “not long. i was just passing by and happened to overhear your conversation.” “where are the others?” “they’re in the garden, doing gods knows what.” “is hongjoong with them?” seonghwa nodded. “yeah, but he’s probably making a flower crown and purposefully ignoring wooyoung and san’s antics.” “but, jongho is there, and he scares the shit out of those two, for whatever reason, so i trust that he’ll keep an eye on them while i’m gone.”

yeosang huffed a laugh, picking up one of the discarded scrolls on the table, lavender eyes scanning the contents curiously. “so, what are you doing here?” “i needed a break from san and wooyoung, and well, i thought that, since i’m here, i can look for some inspiration for poems. like hongjoong mentioned, i’ve been having terrible writers’ block recently.”

“do you want help? i’m not doing much today anyway.” seonghwa’s expression practically lit up. “you would do that? it’s not going to be a lot of fun, though.” you shook your head. “i love looking through scrolls, gives me an excuse to read.” “want to join us, yeosang?” said muse in questions shook his head. “i’d love to, but i have some errands to run. i’ll see you two later at the garden?” you nodded and waved him goodbye, smiling fondly as the blond male rushed off.

“he was lying, wasn’t he?” seonghwa asked, an amused smile on his face as he scanned the massive shelves that took up a quarter of the other side of the library. you chuckled. “definitely.”

hongjoong rolled his eyes fondly at the sight before him. jongho, wooyoung, and san were in a heated debate about which olympian god was the best, of all things. he sighed in exasperation and turned back to the flower crown he’d been working on for hours now, ignoring wooyoung’s petulant cries. it was nearly done, and all he had to do was string one more flower together. hongjoong furrowed his brows in concentration as he wove the last flower together, sighing in relief when it stayed intact after he’d finished tying it off. he’d always loved making flower crowns, as it was something that calmed him after a particularly difficult day, or when lyrics for a song just wouldn’t come to him immediately like they normally did. weaving flower crowns often made his anxiety and worries dissipate like smoke. the others often teased him for it, but their words never had any bad intent behind them. he had been mocked for his favorite hobby in the past, and hongjoong was glad that he finally found people, a family, who accepted him for who he was, flower crowns and all.

hongjoong hummed softly to himself, placing the finished flower crown onto his head, making sure it was secure, and laid back onto the soft green grass, letting the cool night air wash over him. he didn’t realize he’d fallen asleep until he felt someone shake his shoulder gently. “joong?” hongjoong’s eyes fluttered open slowly, and seonghwa was next to him, golden eyes twinkling with amusement. “did you fall asleep again?” hongjoong blushed as he slowly sat up, adjusting the crooked flower crown on his head. “n-no.”

seonghwa rolled his eyes, but his smile was fond as he helped hongjoong to his feet. the former led him to a more secluded part of the garden, where the rest of their friends were waiting, gathered around a table of fruit and bread.

you waved at hongjoong, a sheepish smile on your face as he drew near with seonghwa. “it’s not much, and i know it’s not quail eggs or anything luxurious, but i thought i’d try and prepare something nice for once, since all of you have done so much for me.” wooyoung shook his head and pushed past san, bounding forward and throwing his arms around you, hugging you tight. “don’t say that, y/n! this is more than enough! and you really didn’t have to do this! you already do enough just by tolerating us.” you huffed a laugh, wrapping your arms around the muse of dance. “you guys are too kind to me.”

“we love you, and you know that you’re like a sister to us. you never have to do anything for us.” “i wanted to, though.” “yes, and we appreciate it a lot, so don't you dare say it’s not anything special.” yunho declared from behind san, light green eyes bright with happiness. you fought back the happy tears that were threatening to spill and smiled. i love you all.” “aww, we love you too!! group hug!!!!” yunho shouted. a few seconds later, you were being squeezed tightly by seven muses, and you had never felt so loved in your entire life, which made you feel even more guilty for what you were about to do.

after a light dinner of fruit and bread, you found yourself laying on the soft green grass of the garden that you now considered your safe place, surrounded by seven muses, staring up at the midnight blue sky, stars like tiny specks from afar. the night air was crisp and cool, and you allowed yourself a smile, leaning your head against seonghwa’s shoulder, who immediately wrapped an arm around your shoulders, squeezing gently. stargazing had become a daily thing after hongjoong had first suggested it after a practically exhausting day of work, and you had come to love it.

suddenly, you felt a wave of sadness crash over you, and before you knew it, you were being pulled into a warm and firm chest, strong arms wrapping around you, comforting circles being rubbed on your back. “y/n, what’s wrong?” seonghwa asked, and you didn’t have to see his face to know that he was extremely worried. you didn’t answer, burying your face into seonghwa’s chest, feeling your heart ache with immense guilt. “i-i’m s-sorry.” you choked out, voice shaking. “darling, what could you possibly be sorry for? you’ve done nothing wrong.” you shook your head, reluctantly pulling away from seonghwa’s warm embrace, refusing to look any of your friends in the eye, instead focusing on a blade of grass.

“i really don’t deserve to have you all in my life, and i am the shittiest person in the world. i-i lied to you all.” “about what?” you closed your eyes, turning away from the people you never deserved to call your friends. “about how i met mingi. it wasn’t a coincidence. it was all on purpose.”

“what? what are you talking about, y/n?” yunho asked, and your heart broke at how confused he sounded. “hades.” you mumbled, voice barely audible, but you knew they heard you, from the way the tension in the air seemed to thicken. “what about hades?” seonghwa asked, voice deadly calm. “d-do you remember my past lover?” “the one that broke your heart into pieces? we’re familiar with him, why?” san asked, clear disgust in his tone. you fought back tears as you forced the words to come out.

“w-when he died, i was so heartbroken and desperate for happiness that hades appeared to me and he offered me a deal, which was that if he would bring him back, only if i agreed to sell my soul to him and become his servant. and then, he wanted me to make mingi fall in love with me in order to discover his weakness. hades wants to kill him. i wouldn’t have agreed, but he then threatened to hurt all of you, and i- i c-couldn’t let that happen so i-”

you couldn’t bring yourself to finish that sentence, and felt your knees give out from under you, your pale blue chiton billowing around you as you fell. you didn’t dare open your eyes, as you couldn’t bear to see the looks on their faces. to your surprise, you felt strong arms wrap around you, holding you tight. you felt your eyes flutter open due to shock, and tears practically leaked out of your eyes.

your friends, no, your family, were gathered around you, hugging you tight. san looked up at you, violet eyes glimmering with tears, smiling sadly. wooyoung, lips quivering, reached out and wiped your tears away with the pad of his thumb. seonghwa had his face buried in your shoulder, crying softly, lacing your fingers with his, squeezing tightly. hongjoong was curled up in your lap like a child,small hands gripping the fabric of your chiton, trembling as he cried. yeosang had his lips pursed tightly as he placed a gentle hand on your head, fighting back tears. jongho and yunho were both a mess, swollen eyes and flushed cheeks, resting their heads on each other’s shoulders.

“h-how can you all forgive me? how can you all stand to even look at me?” “we could never hate you.” “b-but-” “you’ve gone through so much, darling, and you grieved in your own way. if i was you, i would’ve probably been desperate enough to do the same.” “i really don’t deserve to be forgiven.” that earned you a light shove to the shoulder. “shush, don’t say that. you could lie to us a thousand times over and we would still love you just as much as we do now.” you allowed yourself a soft, sad laugh as you buried your face in the crook of san’s neck and cried happy tears.

after your shocking revelation and the tears had subsided, you lay back down on the grass with your head resting on san’s lap, letting him play with strands of your hair, while the others were curled up next to you. “thank you.” you whispered. “no need to thank us. just promise us that you won’t keep stuff like that from us again.” you nodded. “is anything going to happen to you?” “probably, you never know with hades.” “we’ll protect you.” you smiled sadly. “i know you all want to, but hades is too powerful. i don’t want any of you getting hurt.” “y/n, we would never be able to live with ourselves if anything happened to you!” hongjoong exclaimed, chestnut eyes glimmering with determination. “the same goes for me, if anything happened to any of you, i would never be able to forgive myself.” “don’t worry, y/n, we’ll figure out a way to protect you.” san reassured you, ruffling your hair affectionately. you returned his smile, but deep down, you weren’t so sure if that was possible.

➳ a/n: this was part one, and i hope you all enjoyed this! let me know if you have any suggestions for the sequel! this was so much fun to write! what do you think will happen in the sequel? let me know your predictions!

tagging: @deonghwa @subinily @hwacinth-main (ily all MWAH)

#mine #drabble #this is for my fellow disney/greek mythology enthusiasts hehe

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intcashes · 4 years

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Ship Bias ( anyone )

@ancshe // sailing ships!

I don’t have the ability to make this kind of decision... so here’s just a bunch of ships on this blog that make me weak. We gotta start with some romantic ships, that’s what I’m feeling today. ( I know like 3 of these are Talya, but I love her, thanks for coming to my ted talk )

1. Holland/Talya I was weak for them from the moment I read about them in canon. Talya became my gal because ( and I stand by this ) she deserved better! I was intrigued by why she chose to kill Holland and so much information that we’re never given???? Like she and Hol are together for a while, so why didn’t she try before then? There’s this amazing potential for angst in this ship, which is my complete favorite, so it has a deep place in my heart. Also @vejrtok ( i love and miss you libby ) does such a fantastic job with Holland? I love the verses where he forgives her and all the ones where he doesn’t. Just the phenomenal aus and exploring this beautiful character. I’m also just weak for them re: that ask libby sent 10 years ago. Their interactions and the potential for what they could have/should have been just KILLS ME. Also angst, did I mention angst?

2. Holland/Talya/Vortalis I can’t even remember who’s fault this one was, I’ll be honest. It just kind of happened and I have a soft spot for any and all ot3s. It’s also just brilliant because both Vor and Talya already have a lot of parallels with Holland, so exploring them together is fascinating. ( Especially because both Vor and Tal deserved better ) Then of course there’s like the 15 aus we have for them which makes it so much better. I know the spy/rebel/antari au is a classic, but I’m vulnerable to that marvel au because Super Power Tal and Her Super Power Boyfriends? Also, I think I’ve cried about this ship multiple times to libby and kim on more than one occasion, we don’t need to discuss it.

3. Talya/Vortalis Yes, I love 1 OC ( not really ) Talya. Their marvel au murders my heart, I still think about that thread where Talya yells at Vor and throws daggers of light at him a lot. ( Maybe I was going through a cloak and dagger phase ) Of course @oflegendaries helped bring these 2 to life and I love it? This ship just has so much potential! I mean, on one hand you can do enemies to lovers if Vor is the one to pay Tal in silver to kill Hol. ( this could be canon, it has been years since i read the books i am sorry lol ) But also 2 people who struggle so much in White London with parallel stories slowly falling in love? God, it’s just so brilliant, I love them

4. Hercules/Megara Had to mention this classic because they’re my favorite disney couple. I do know every single one of meg’s lines, there’s several art pieces hanging up in my room right now. Her song???? The weak ankles! When he gives up his immortality to stay with her??? Her vulnerability and the way he is willing to stick around despite everything! god, these 2 just kill me. I actually don’t think I’ve done much with them yet because I think I went on a uhhh semi-permanent hiatus before I had the chance, but I would die to write some herc/meg thanks for letting me cry about them

5. Charani/Silver Another ship thanks to kim! Charani had her own blog for a while and that’s where these 2 met, our 2 descendants kids. I love them both having an un-Auradon upbringing and being a little bit of outcasts? Also, their slow dances together??? The way they both get so flustered around each other??? Adorable teenage dating attempts??? they’re too cute okay! Absolutely adorkable children that deserve the world ( also every time Silver compares her to the stars I gain 20 years to my lifespan )

6. Special mention: Irie/Caprice This is based on my dnd game, which both cap and irie live in and wow. Just wow. I know i’m crying about my own characters but like here me out for a second. Irie who’s been betrayed time and time again and is here to save the world and her handsome not-bf? They’re both the strong silent types, the outcasts, and they both struggle so much with their own decisions? Cap really gets her to be vulnerable ( see my 1000 fics on them ) and I love how he just knows what she needs. he doesn’t push, which I think is the failing of a lot of relationships, he really knows how to back off and let her make her own decisions. i also just love that they can be such a battle couple and watching them fight together? The concern? the cute? the opening up to each other about a hard life? i’m really weak for my own characters okay

I do have some other ships but technically we’re out of room so... it’s also my own fault for just listing a bunch of random ones instead of picking a muse, thank you so much though, I loved crying about my own kids <3

#ancshe #answered ask #What's my name without yours; (Holland/Talya)#The sweet of poison berries the open rolling of the sea; (Holland/Talya/Vortalis)#People do crazy things when they're in love; (Hercules/Megara)#silver and charani tag #Two ships passing in the night (Caprice/Irie)#{ashes ashes queue all fall down}

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askthedustbowl · 4 years

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You already know... fluff with some angst to make it spicy™️ (Orphydice, of course)

hell yeah! this was inspired by a conversation that mod payton and i had about orpheus and eurydice being each other’s first meaningful relationship.

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“eurydice!” megara waved as she walked in to the near-empty bar, tossing her purple hair over her shoulder with the other hand. “hey, babe.”

it was so off-putting seeing her in a non-classroom setting that eurydice almost didn’t recognize her. “oh, hi!”

orpheus looked between them and slipped his hand in eurydice’s, interlocking their fingers.

megara raised an eyebrow. “who’s this?” she looked orpheus up and down and then met eurydice’s eyes again.

eurydice froze. she had been dreading this moment ever since she and orpheus kissed for the first time. she hated the idea of a label on their relationship—that would make it too real, and she just wasn’t ready for that kind of responsibility. being a girlfriend just wasn’t who she was. to be fair, she’d never been one before. always someone men went to when they needed someone to use, never someone they went to when they needed someone to love.

she knew she had to say something quick. anyone within a five foot distance probably saw her life flash before her eyes. “this is orpheus.” eurydice cleared her throat awkwardly. “he’s...the bartender.” she felt orpheus’s hand fall out of her grasp.

“the bartender?” megara asked.

“the bartender?” orpheus whispered.

“and do you kiss all your bartenders like that?” megara smirked, unaware of the wall that had just slid in between the couple in front of her.

orpheus whirled to face eurydice. “there are other bartenders??”

“no! i mean, no. this is orpheus.” eurydice sighed.

“yeah, i think you mentioned his name is orpheus.” megara clicked her fingernails on the bar. “while you sort that out, could orpheus the bartender get me a bottle of water?”

orpheus bit his lip and nodded, turning to get megara’s order.

eurydice excused herself to the back room and put her head in her hands. “really?” she hissed to herself.

eurydice disappeared into the apartment above to try and distract herself by studying, just waiting with dread for orpheus to close up the dust bowl and come upstairs. she got the feeling that she really fucked up, but she didn’t know how orpheus would react. would he hate her? break up with her? tell her to get out of his apartment?? she tried not to think about it, but it always managed to come to mind, just when she’d almost forgotten.

at ten o’clock, eurydice heard his key turn in the door and winced at the sound. it was a good thing hermes was out with persephone and clio for the night, or else she would have had to fake her death and move across the ocean.

eurydice stood from her place on the sofa and stopped in front of the door. orpheus entered with his denim jacket draped over one arm. eurydice waited with bated breath for him to say something. if she spoke first she feared she would only fuck up more.

finally, he took a breath to speak. “the BARTENDER?” he exclaimed, voice cracking. it was louder than eurydice had ever heard him speak.

“i didn’t know what to say, okay??” eurydice crossed her arms. “i-i just...i didn’t know what to say.”

orphe hung up his jacket and turned back to face her, shaking his head in something that could be mistaken for disbelief if his wasn’t so disappointed. “the bartender?”

“poet, i’m sorry—“

“are you...” he trailed off, looking at her with sad puppy-dog eyes. “eurydice, are you embarrassed of me?”

eurydice felt like all the wind had been knocked out of her. that was the last thing she wanted orpheus to think. “baby, no. i could never be embarrassed of you, i promise—i just, i’m not...”

“you’re not...what?” orpheus asked quietly. eurydice could tell that he was bracing himself to get his heart broken, and it made her chest ache with guilt.

“i’ve never been somebody’s...” she exhaled hard. “i’ve never been...”

“somebody’s bartender.” orpheus finished.

eurydice felt a weight lift from her shoulders. he always knew what to say. she chuckled. “yes. yeah. this is...new.”

orpheus smiled faintly. “i get it.” he nodded.

“you do?” eurydice uncrossed her arms.

orpheus took her hand. “i do.”

#he’s her bartender 🥺#dust bowl au #dust bowl.fic #orpheus #eurydice #megara #fic: orphydice

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loves-to-read-fanfic · 4 years

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Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Hercules (1997) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Luna Lovegood & Draco Malfoy, Gregory Goyle & Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy & Pansy Parkinson Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Luna Lovegood, Gregory Goyle, Pansy Parkinson, Parvati Patil, Blaise Zabini, Ron Weasley, Original Trans Character(s), Original Pet Additional Tags: Hogwarts Eighth Year, Getting Together, POV Draco Malfoy, Humor, Fluff, Drama, And by Drama I Mean, Theatre, Pining, Crushes, Questionable Love Advice, Luna saves the day, Hercules Puns, Post-War Wizarding World, Muggle Studies, Good life lessons, Re-integration in Society, Draco Trying to Be Better, Denial of Feelings, Harry Has Issues, Queer Characters, Angst, (Mostly Hurt/Comfort Kinda Angst Though!), Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Hate Speech, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Conversations About Tolerance, Unredeemed Lucius Malfoy, Emotionally Abusive Lucius Malfoy, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Blink And You'll Miss It Mention of Torture, Eventual Smut, Frottage, First Time, Draco as Megara, Harry as Hercules, Happy Ending, Bickering Series: Part 52 of Harry Potter in English Summary:

Merlin. Why couldn’t Draco have moved to a forgotten village in the Alps? He could have turned into a shepherd, learned to make his own damn cheese and given up his damn magic. But no, he’d had to come back to his Eighth year, hadn’t he? And this was his life now. Draping himself over Potter to hear words from him that he knew Potter wouldn’t ever mean.

Great. The school year ahead of him looked simply great.

“All I know is—when I’m with you, I…” Potter, the heathen, grunted when he read the rest of his line. “Do I really need to say this?”

“What, scared of believing your own words, Scarhead?” Draco spat.

“Boys,” O’Neill warned them.

“All I—all I know is you’re the most amazing person with weak ankles that I've ever met, Meg.” Potter scowled. He was blushing again. “And when I’m with you, I feel less alone.”

Or where a drama play, a grumpy pompom and a bunch of well-intentioned friends help Draco and Harry find peace—and each other—after the war.

#drarry

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oddnub-eye · 4 years

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Mythology Drabbles #20

@whatissleepeven since I know you like these

We’re finally doing Heracles! And also angst returns!

Disclaimer: Some of these drabbles are not presented entirely accurately to the source material they are drawn from. They are not meant to be entirely accurate. That being said, I hope you enjoy, and constructive criticism is always welcomed and encouraged.

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That Damned Goddess

Heracles awoke warm. Warm and sticky. That...that wasn’t right. He’d come home late that night, and didn’t go to bed with Megara…

“Megara?” The demigod cried out tentatively. Heracles tried to open his eyes, but something deep within himself resisted opening them.

There was no response to his calls. Megara did not answer them.

“Therimachus? Ophites?” Heracles called, worry creeping into his great voice.

It was at this moment that Heracles began to feel the dull throbbing in the back of his skull. He remembered arriving home late last night...and then...did he black out? Heracles thought he fell asleep...but he’d remember falling asleep.

“Megara?” Heracles tentatively called once again. It was at this moment that the demigod began to notice the feeling of wetness on his skin. A dark thought welled in his mind...a thought he didn’t want to acknowledge.

“Therimachus...Ophites…,” Heracles called softly, trying desperately to ignore the feeling of wetness that was starting to force its way to the forefront of his mind.

The warmth, the wetness, the stickiness…

The harsh scent of copper making itself known to Heracles…

“No...No...No! NO! NO!” Heracles cried, still refusing to open his eyes, even as his body finally registered he was still standing.

He’d never gone to sleep.

“I WOULDN’T DO THIS! I WOULDN’T HURT THEM!” Heracles screamed out, clawing at his hair, even as what had happened became increasingly obvious to him.

Against possibly even himself...Hercules eyes began to crack open.

“That damned goddess…,” Heracles whispered, trying to keep his eyes welded shut, trying to bury his face in his hands.

Hera hated Heracles. She hated all of Zues’ illegitimate children, but it seemed it would be Heracles she centered her wrath on.

Heracles knew he’d have to face reality...but he didn’t want to.

He didn’t want to face the bloodstains, the faces frozen in wordless screams, the mangled corpses, bent beyond recognition by great strength…

But, Heracles’ eyes forced their eyes open, possibly in acceptance, possibly in morbid curiosity, possibly in responsibility…

“DAMN YOU HERA! DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU QUEEN OF GODS! DAMN YOU! Damn...you...damn...you…”

After that, the only sounds were the sobs tearing from Heracles’ throat.

For it wasn’t carnage.

It was only them. Not mangled, not desecrated, not brutalized.

They’re bodies were perfectly intact...only their throats, crushed, would prove they were killed.

Heracles doubled over, crying, not even able to curse the goddess who had inflicted that madness upon him.

For Heracles, for all his strength, could do nothing. For the goddess Hera had found the one weapon even Heracles could not stop.

Heracles.

#oddnub writes #reimagining #interpretation #greek mythology #heracles

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tremainetribunal · 4 years

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You know what we find hilarious? You all preach about how you’re so much better than us and how you don’t bother yourselves with our “petty gossip” and then turn around and live your lives by our posts. You’re giving us power over you and we love it more than Maleficent loves eating babies.

Case in point? Flynnpunzel. One word from us and that sickening joke of a couple was no more. You’re welcome ladies! Rider might be moping around now, but we’re sure by homecoming he’ll remember he can have any girl he wants (WE VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE) and get his balls back. Word on the street is he’s secretly a Prince, so you can bet we’re going to find out more about that as soon as we finish dishing to you losers.

Rapunzel, on the other hand, has decided to take on the world vagina first since she’s been liberated from her doting cheater of a man. We weren’t actually on the camping trip - we hate mosquitos - but we heard that she was getting pretty cozy with Shang before she turned her headlights (we mean her boobs, guys) on Pan and took his pants off to play with his peter. See what we did there? No word on who ended up scoring with her, but she and Pan flew off into the night together. Your reputation’s already shot, Pun, but you might want to tone it down before you start looking as desperate as Tinkersmell, who we heard went to bed moping about the fact that Pan wants to spend time with anybody BUT her.

Speaking of Shang though, this is what, the third? fourth? event where he’s ended up almost completely naked. Seriously, if there weren’t so many thirsty freshmen huddling around him, we’d actually start coming to these events to get a piece of that. Last we heard of him, he was having deep conversation with Ursula by the lake. More than likely breaking the news that he and Ariel totally hooked up a while back and trying to make sure that the balls Ursula conjures next time aren’t going to be his own. We don’t think he has anything to worry about though, Ursula might not be as into Ariel as we thought, if the way she was drooling over campus demigod Maui at the gym the other day. We had pictures, but Maui was shirtless so we’re keeping them to ourselves. Personal collection, you know?

Ariel’s certainly been busy trying to fill Sluterella’s shoes. A little birdy spotted her and Aladdin sneaking off somewhere together. We’re not sure what was happening there, but now we’re starting to wonder if the whole reason Rapunzel grabbed Shang to chicken fight with her was to help her friend sneak off with another dude. Since when is red in again?

Oh yeah! Now that we mention chicken fighting, we should also mention the appearance of James Hook’s protegé, Smee. We forgot his real name but it doesn’t actually matter. He’s only got eyes for Hook, but we’re not going to deem him a threat until Hook starts looking at him instead of our tits when we see them together.

Unexpected girl on girl action was apparently a theme of the camping trip this year though. We heard Tink and Rapunzel made out for Pan and Shang, first of all, and we have it on good authority that our dear sister Sluterella and Mulan both “fell asleep” while everyone else was having their fun.

Honestly, we kind of hope that Sluterella’s gone gay. We heard she’s been sleeping with literal hottie Damian Hades and just... she should not get to tap that. Even if she is, we heard he was hanging out with Maleficent for most of the night, so maybe she’ll destroy our dear sister in her quest for that magical D.

Also in the fight for D’s D? Megara Creon. Despite rumors of her making Jack Sparrow wear her panties for fun (potentially why they seemed to be avoiding one another like the plague), before she had one of her rage fits and angst walked out of there, Megs and Hades were apparently arranging to wife swap with Pan and Tink. Figures they’d be into that kinky shit. We don’t hate it, but Hades & Pan could do a lot better if they subbed us for Megs and Tink.

Last but not least, campus security has informed us that with the help of Maui and the Northuldra people who live in the forest, our dear Gaston and his trusted ladyboy LeFou were returned home safely. Apparently they, along with that oafy moosefucker Kristoff, were lost in the woods on the way to the campsite.

If you need us, we’ll be at the Alpha House making sure our dear Gaston is fully recovered.

#nasty #drizzy #megara #jack #gaston #lefou #maui #smee #tink #pan #hades #maleficent #shang #mulan #sluterella #ariel #aladdin #ursula #flynn #rapunzel #hook

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hd-wireless · 5 years

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🎶 H/D Wireless Fic 🎶

📻 Title: Falling for a Golden Boy

🎤 Creator: Anonymous

🎵 Rating: Explicit

🎵 Word count: 44.6k

🎵 Song and movie: I won't say (I'm in love) - Hercules

🎵 Tags/Warnings: Hogwarts Eighth Year, Getting Together, POV Draco Malfoy, Humor, Banter, Fluff, Drama, And by Drama I Mean Theatre, Pining, Crushes, Questionable Love Advice, Luna saves the day, Hercules Puns, Post-War Wizarding World, Muggle Studies, Good life lessons, Re-integration in Society, Draco Trying to Be Better, Denial of Feelings, Harry Has Issues, Queer Characters, neurodivergent characters, Autistic Gregory Goyle, Angst(Mostly Hurt/Comfort Kinda Angst Though!), Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Hate Speech, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Conversations About Tolerance, Unredeemed Lucius Malfoy, Emotionally Abusive Lucius Malfoy, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Blink And You'll Miss It Mention of Torture, Eventual Smut, Frottage, First Time, Draco as Megara, Harry as Hercules, Happy Ending

🎵 Summary: Merlin. Why couldn’t Draco have moved to a forgotten village in the Alps? He could have turned into a shepherd, learned to make his own damn cheese and given up his damn magic. But no, he’d had to come back to his Eighth year, hadn’t he? And this was his life now. Draping himself over Potter to hear words from him that he knew Potter wouldn’t ever mean.

Great. The school year ahead of him looked simply great.

“All I know is—when I’m with you, I…” Potter, the heathen, grunted when he read the rest of his line. “Do I really need to say this?”

“What, scared of believing your own words, Scarhead?” Draco spat.

“Boys,” O’Neill warned them.

“All I—all I know is you’re the most amazing person with weak ankles that I've ever met, Meg.” Potter scowled. He was blushing again. “And when I’m with you, I feel less alone.”

Or where a drama play, a grumpy pompom and a bunch of well-intentioned friends help Draco and Harry find peace—and each other—after the war.

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#drarry #hd wireless #hd wireless 2019 #drarry fic #hp events #hd wireless fic #drarry fest

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ao3feed-helsa · 4 years

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Voice of the Past

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/3br8hpG

by theCreativeWriter

"Feelings that come back are feelings that never left" - DailyQuotes

When Meg gets an unknown visit from the person she never thought she would ever see again, a voice from the past reminds her of why she fell for this person in the first place.

*WARNING: Mentions of Past Abuse, Trauma, Use of Drugs and Infidelity

Words: 8742, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English

Fandoms: Disney - All Media Types, Frozen (Disney Movies), Hercules (1997)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Characters: Megara (Disney), Elsa (Disney), Hercules (Disney), Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood), mentions of Hades, Mentions of Pitch Black

Relationships: Elsa/Megara (Disney), Past Megara/Gaston, Elsa/Hans (Disney), Past Elsa/Astrid Hofferson, Past Megara/Esmeralda

Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Sexual Content, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Past Sexual Abuse

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/3br8hpG

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #helsa #hans x elsa #elsa x hans

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ao3feed-harrydraco · 5 years

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by Anonymous

Great. The school year ahead of him looked simply great.

“All I know is—when I’m with you, I…” Potter, the heathen, grunted when he read the rest of his line. “Do I really need to say this?”

“What, scared of believing your own words, Scarhead?” Draco spat.

“Boys,” O’Neill warned them.

“All I—all I know is you’re the most amazing person with weak ankles that I've ever met, Meg.” Potter scowled. He was blushing again. “And when I’m with you, I feel less alone.”

Or where a drama play, a grumpy pompom and a bunch of well-intentioned friends help Draco and Harry find peace—and each other—after the war.

Words: 44641, Chapters: 6/6, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Hercules (1997)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Luna Lovegood, Gregory Goyle, Pansy Parkinson, Parvati Patil, Blaise Zabini, Ron Weasley, Original Trans Character(s), Original Pet

Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Luna Lovegood & Draco Malfoy, Gregory Goyle & Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy & Pansy Parkinson

Additional Tags: Hogwarts Eighth Year, Getting Together, POV Draco Malfoy, Humor, Banter, Fluff, Drama, And by Drama I Mean, Theatre, Pining, Crushes, Questionable Love Advice, Luna saves the day, Hercules Puns, Post-War Wizarding World, Muggle Studies, Good life lessons, Re-integration in Society, Draco Trying to Be Better, Denial of Feelings, Harry Has Issues, Queer Characters, neurodivergent characters, Autistic Gregory Goyle, Angst, (Mostly Hurt/Comfort Kinda Angst Though!), Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Hate Speech, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Conversations About Tolerance, Unredeemed Lucius Malfoy, Emotionally Abusive Lucius Malfoy, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Blink And You'll Miss It Mention of Torture, Eventual Smut, Frottage, First Time, Draco as Megara, Harry as Hercules, Happy Ending

#ao3feed #fanfic #drarry #harry/draco #ao3feed-harrydraco #ao3

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We are stardust (10)

Summary: Your favorite place on New York is a small coffee shop, what happens when one day you bump into a mysterious goth god and he keeps coming just to see you?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 1780

Warnings: Language and all that shit. I cried writing this, so thats a warning.

A/N: This is really the end. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for all the support and love this fic is having. I am very self-conscious with my art and in general, and you liking this as you are is really helping me, a lot. I hope you stick around for the next works I have in mind and thank you for coping with my angst. Please, the songs that I mention are kind of important to understand what they are feeling, so I’ll link you.

From Bucky’s POV: Come back when you can (first song mentioned)

From Y/N’s POV: Ocean (last song mentioned)

The cab drove through the streets of New York, while you were fighting with yourself. Head over heart. Staying or leaving. You did believe him, you knew he was sincere and it was Dot’s doing, but you were tired of the situation, of her. You loved her with all your heart and soul, you gave her everything you could offer and she just hurt you at the end. You couldn’t stop thinking about her all the way to the airport, and you were actually glad you did, because thinking about your friends and Bucky was way too more painful. A part of you wished to really forget about everything and just go back to his arms, but you needed time and space. You knew you loved him, with a pure and raw love, with no flaws, no regrets, but sometimes love wasn’t enough. You needed to let go of your past and forgive yourself for what you did, you needed to move on from Dolores. You had at least half hour more to arrive, so you plugged in your sound cancelling headphones and pushed the shuffle option. When the first seconds of the song played, you couldn’t believe your atrocious luck, but then you understood why it wasn’t that bad. You and Bucky made a collaborative playlist on Spotify, it seemed to be a really long time ago, and the last song was added right after your meeting at the coffee shop. His audacity made you giggle, but tears were streaming down your face when the lyrics hit you.

Please take your time

But you've got to know that

I am taking sight

Oh, you look good

With your patient face and wandering eye

Don't hold this war inside.

He really was the person you wanted to be with the rest of your life, and maybe it was too fast to think that way, but you couldn’t control that. Maybe if you left, you wouldn’t see him anymore, maybe he would forget about you. Maybe, after all, you were not meant to be together.

You left your home

You're so far from

Everything you know

Your big dream is

Crashing down and out your door

Wake up and dream once more.

You looked out the window, feeling like a complete mess, and honestly, you felt like the protagonist of a sad indie music video. It was raining outside, the teardrops fighting against each other, the ones who arrived first won, the others were just banished as they merged into one single drop. You pressed your warm hand to the window, feeling the coldness of your home, saying goodbye for a while to everything you’d built here.

Come back when you can

Let go, you'll understand

You've done nothing at all to make me love you less

So come back when you can

Come back, I'll help you stand

Let go and hold my hand

If all you wanted was me, I'd give you nothing less

So come back when you can.

When the song ended, you were a crying mess. You leaned into the window, and drift off into a dreamless sleep.

“Excuse me, ma’am. We’re here.” A female voice woke you up. You blinked and smiled at her, embarrassed because you had fallen asleep.

“I’m so sorry. I’m sure I’ve been the worst client of the day.” You said, laughing softly. She shot you a huge smile and clicked her tongue jokingly.

“Hey girl, you’ve actually been the best. An hour without mansplaining about my own job and harassment? Sign me the fuck up.” You laughed and for a second, she made you forget why you were at the airport.

“Actually, can I get your number? I’ll be coming back possibly on a month, and it would be an honor to be your break time hour.” She laughed again, and gave you her number. You paid her and got off the car, and before you could turn around and leave, she grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you into a hug. At first, you were confused, but you realized your whole body was screaming for a comforting touch.

“Whatever it is you’re going through, I’m sure you’ll overcome it. Give yourself time and self care, and everything will make sense again.”

“Thank you so much, I really needed this. By the way, I’m Y/n.”

“I’m Megara, but you can call me Meg or whenever you want to.” She winked at you, got in the taxi, and left.

You sighed and entered the building, ready to leave everything behind for a while. You can do this. After checking in and passing the security checkpoint, you sat in a starbucks to have a coffee while you waited to board. You were scrolling through your twitter timeline when someone called you. It was an unknown number, so you took the call.

“Hello?” Someone gulped at the other side, and a shiver ran down your spine. Please, don’t be you.

“I know you don’t want to talk to me, so just listen to what I have to say.” You fixed your glasses and pinched the bridge of your nose.

“Go on, Dot.” You said, actually relieved that it was her and not Bucky or the girls.

“I want to apologize. For everything. For all the lies, the broken promises, for Bucky...I know you may not believe this, but I did what I did for love. I still love you Y/n, and I know I will for a long time. But this is not about me, not anymore. I just wanted James and you to break up, but after seeing how miserable you both were and how you looked at each other…” She sniffed and cleared her throat. You knew Dot very well, and she was not the type of person to open up out of the blue, so she really must have felt bad. “I really don’t expect you to forgive me nor I’m asking you to. I saw James after you left, and he told me you were leaving somewhere. He is so heartbroken and it’s all my fault.” Her voice trembled and she started crying, soft sobs escaping her lips. “I’m so sorry I brought so much pain to the two of you. Have a good life and be happy, Y/n.” A single tear fell from your eyes after she ended the call, and you wiped it off before it fell to the table. You’ve cried enough. You stood up and made your way towards the boarding gate.

You took your phone, opened the spotify app and added a song to Bucky’s playlist, then you opened your contact list and texted him.

Y/n: I believe you, sorry I ever doubted you. But I have to do this. I have to get away from the toxicity that poisoned me these past three weeks. I hope you understand and please, take care of yourself. I hope we can fix this in the future or at least be friends. I’ll block and delete your number after sending this text. I will miss you and remember that I will always adore you.

FIVE MONTHS LATER

“Girls, I’m going to work a little bit. I’ll be at the coffee shop! Love you.” You shouted to the apartment before closing the door behind you. It was good to be back. You made your way towards your still special place on earth, your bag full of your drawing materials and your laptop. You were wearing your favorite mom jeans, with high top converse and Bucky’s NASA sweatshirt, stolen a long time ago. You missed him everyday, but you couldn’t find the courage to tell him you were back.

You spent a couple of weeks at your brother’s house, but you were slowly killing yourself. You hated your hometown and its people, you weren’t on speaking terms with your family and you had no friends left there. So after those weeks, you booked the cheapest flight you found and ended up living for five months in between Vienna and Bucharest, with just the bare minimum. You worked as a waitress and also had time to draw and write. You had always wanted to do travel journals, so that’s what you did. Every weekend, you visited new cities and countries. You wrote almost three journals. You missed New York with all your heart, and the worst days always were after you skyped with the girls, you really missed them. Marie was a Literature professor in the NYU, Wanda left her shitty job and opened her own library and Nat became the CEO of the New York Times. Meg and you hit it off quite fast, she even came to visit you for a couple of days, and after a goodbye kiss and a promise to still be friends, you realized you were still in love with Bucky.

You ordered your regular Earl Grey tea and sat at your spot, feeling happy and content with your life. After a few hours, the small bell from the door rang, making people gasp, cough, clear their throats or fall into complete silence. You frowned, unaware of what was going on and then you turned around, your whole world falling into your feets. There he was, standing in the middle of the shop, staring at you like you were a ghost.

You stood up and made your way towards him, his eyes widening at the sight of you. You looked beautiful, as always, but there was something different in you. Your hair was shorter, and you gained the weight you’d lost all those months ago, your cheeks had their pinkish color and your eyes were full of joy. Is she real? He thought, not quite believing he finally was seeing you after all this time. You were now mere inches away, your chests almost pressing together, and before you could open your mouth, you were pulled into his arms. Your body responded immediately, screaming at you that you were finally home. You pushed away, placing your hands carefully on his strong chest and looked at him straight into his eyes.

“I’ve been waiting to tell you since the first day I saw you, that I love you, James Buchanan Barnes.” He smiled, his cheeks reddening and his eyes tearing up.

“I love you so much, Y/n, words could never make justice to all these feelings.”

He pulled you closer once more, tilting his head and kissing you. All the shop burst into claps and cries of joy, even from Susan.

You started laughing and so did Bucky, you held his hands in yours and went to sit on your spot. Like nothing ever changed.

You both were finally home.

#james bucky barnes #james barnes #bucky #Bucky Barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky x reader #bucky imagine #bucky au #bucky x y #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes coffee shop au #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fluff

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