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The Spy Who Loved Me | Lee Sangyeon

SUMMARY: you had a clear mission: find out what happened to the missing submarines and get your hands on the microfilm being sold illegally on the market. it was a fairly straightforward task, and you were certain that you would be able to complete it in no time—that is until you crossed paths with the infamous Agent 007 himself.

PAIRING: 007!Sangyeon x agent f!reader

GENRE: james bond / 007 au, spy, crime, angst, suggestive

WARNINGS: nc-17, its a james bond / 007 au so...expect it to be action-packed, mentions of blood, murder, mentions of gadgets and weaponry (guns, missiles, snipers), petnames (honey, sweetheart, princess), violence, Sangyeon is so goddamn flirty here i had a hard time writing this folks (expect loads of teasing and flirting from him 😃), kissing, making out

WORD COUNT: 9,276

A/N: here is my submission for the 007 files collab!! i've chosen the film the spy who loved me & obviously sangyeon (which later on i realised that i should not have wrote this film for him bcs i was going through a crisis...yall would know why as you read this 🫠) i tried my best...wished i could've executed it better but its done and dusted!! shoutout to @momhwa-agenda for always, ALWAYS, beta reading my works for me & that she's always there for me throughout the entire process 🥹🫶🏻💗

You weren’t too sure how you even managed to get yourself into the mess you were in.

Your mission was as clear as day: find out what happened to the missing submarines that had been stolen from the British and Russian army and to get your hands on the microfilm which contained illicit submarine tracking systems that were being offered for sale on the black market.

It all started out fairly smoothly—leave Russia at 5 in the morning to catch the earliest flight possible to Cairo and meet up with a man named Max Kalba, who apparently has his hands on the microfilm itself. By evening, you had safely arrived at the club after tracking his movements while scouring the bar. Sure enough, you eventually find him sitting at the corner of one of the rooms, enjoying the performance that unfolded right before his eyes.

After a few attempts to talk your way out with the club workers, you finally made your way towards the infamous man himself. You sat beside him and tried your best to coax him into handing over the microfilm.

That was until you heard a thud coming right next to you. The individual took a seat down with his glass of whiskey in hand, spinning his alcoholic beverage. At the same time, he attempted to cut right into the conversation you were having with Mr Kalba.

“Why, good evening, Mr Kalba. I’ve been eager to reach out to you-” he paused momentarily before moving his free hand to pick yours that was laid on the hems of your dress, leaving a gentle kiss on your hand. “It’s also my pleasure to meet such a beautiful young lady like you,” he winked.

The male was dressed in a full tuxedo, the suit tugging on his skin a little tight, which obviously shows that he has been hitting off the gym for quite some time. His brunette hair was parted to the sides, his shiny forehead out and shining brightly. He also paired his look with a pair of glasses, and you could’ve sworn that he probably wore a little lip tint, given the fact that his lips were a little too bright red than the usual men you have come across.

You were used to men swooning over you or using all sorts of methods to impress you because, respectfully, you weren’t labelled as one of the wisest yet most beautiful KGB agents in history. It was also part of your tactic to get them to fall for you first before you eventually turned the tables and used them to your advantage.

However, something in this person’s eyes seemed a lot different than the men you have encountered in the past. Something tells you that this man isn’t someone to be taken lightly off, as he looks back up to you with this malicious intent.

It was as if he was trying to tell you to challenge him.

What was he then? Was he after the microfilm just like you were?

After a few minutes of the male trying his best to break the ice between Mr Kalba, this whole facade that he has been working hard on finally comes to a halt as he leans over, intertwining his fingers, and stares intently at you.

“I would like to purchase the microfilm.”

As far as you knew, only the KGB agents were aware of the missing submarines and the microfilm being sold on the black market. You were certain that the general had made it clear to you that none of the other agencies or associations were aware of this matter, and it was strictly up to the KGB agents to deal with the case privately.

So who was he? Why did he know about your supposed mission?

The adrenaline came rushing all over you, and you needed to do something and act fast before the microfilm fell into the wrong hands.

“I would like to bid for a higher price, Mr Kalba,” you announced, leaning in close to the infamous man to give him a little whiff of your perfume, hoping he would fall for you. Sure enough, the man couldn’t resist the scent or your outfit before responding to the other male waiting patiently at the side.

“I’m sorry, gentleman. You heard the woman, and clearly, you’re at a disadvantage right here, don’t you think?”

“Well then, I suppose I just have to bid higher than the stunning woman herself, no?” he said confidently.

Mr Kalba was certainly intrigued and was ready to hear the male’s proposal before he got interrupted by one of his servants, ushering him out to another room to pick up an urgent call. Once he was out of the room, the male suddenly moved closer towards you, to the point that his shoulders were touching yours, leaving little to no space between you both.

“Who are you exactly?” you bluntly spat out, not giving him the opportunity to start the conversation, at least like normal strangers would.

“Aww sweetheart, that’s some very bold language you’ve got there coming straight out of your mouth. You don’t trust me at all, huh?” He leaned in closer till you felt his hot breath on your bare skin.

“You’re a spy; which agency are you working for?”

“That’s too blunt.”

“I’ve got no time to waste,” you replied.

Before the male could even give you a proper response, something made him turn his head immediately towards the other room. He stared at the locked door for a good couple of seconds. He immediately examined the room, not caring about your presence, causing you to trail him from behind.

Once he did manage to pick the lock, the both of you were met by the lifeless body of Mr Kalba, lying in a pool of his blood. The male immediately bent down to examine the body up close, shaking his head when he did not feel a pulse on his wrist. Before he was ready to leave the body, he noticed the marks that were left on the side of his neck, causing his eyes to widen at the sight of it before he began marching down the hallway.

You wouldn’t get your potential witness or suspect off that easily, so you decided to jump onto the vehicle he had stolen from outside the party—a food truck.

As you easily opened the passenger door and slipped right into the vehicle, the male glanced at you before diverting his attention back to the road and driving off into the darkness.

It seemed as if the male could tell that you had so many questions to dump on him, but he beat you to it before you could even open your mouth.

“Major Y/N is working for the KGB. An agent who has never failed a single mission and is always on the hunt for the most notorious criminals across the globe. A seductress, seducing men has always been your primary method to manipulate people and get them to cooperate with you-”

“Okay, you made your point,” you cut him off. “Now, tell me what made you decide that driving into the darkness in the desert is the most plausible reason, given the situation that we’re in now.”

“Honey, you’re a high-ranking agent from the KGB; I’m sure you have noticed the bite marks on the late Mr Kalba’s neck,” he replied nonchalantly.

Bite marks? You were confused. You definitely saw that the source of the blood was oozing out from his neck, but you never did witness bite marks upon the wound with your naked eyes. Could it be that you missed a crucial detail? And how was the man able to catch onto something you couldn’t?

Your stunned behaviour and look gave the male more than enough reason to believe that you couldn’t examine the body up close, so he did you a favour by telling you all about his thoughts and predictions.

“Those bite marks belong to a notorious criminal that you and I have been trying so hard to catch over the past few months, and I’m sure that will certainly ring a bell now.”

Sure enough, it did, and there was only one person you knew of who also committed crimes with the same modus operandi.

“Jaws.”

“That’s right, honey. Let’s go meet our man of the night, shall we?”

After hours of driving through the desert, both of you arrived at a seemingly deserted site filled with tons of broken-down monuments and statues.

There was absolutely no reason for anyone to come here at all, so you knew from the back of your mind that this would be the perfect hunting ground for Jaws as there was also barely any signal out here, making it nearly impossible to contact the headquarters if something tragic were to happen.

As the two of you stepped out of the vehicle, the male immediately took one of his free arms to keep you in place behind him. His other hand was busy reloading a Walther PPK 7.65mm to ensure that he was armed and ready should Jaws ever strike back. You decided it was best to follow in his footsteps while trying to be his other pair of eyes to scour the place.

The place felt eerily silent, almost way too silent. It was an abandoned site, and no one would be in the right mindset to come to a place like this. But the fact that both of you were on the hunt for a wanted criminal paints the situation differently.

Just when the both of you have reached the other end of the site, your sixth sense immediately tells you that something is going to happen within the next few seconds, and that is when you look up to see a brick falling right on top of the both of you. You immediately push both of you out of the way with your quick reflexes before a looming shadow falls upon the male himself.

It was Jaws.

The criminal was already armed with a broken wooden board in hand and began swinging violently at the male to hurt him. The unnamed spy was trying his best to dodge by landing a few punches onto the criminal, which was clearly deemed ineffective, given that Jaws was known for their brute strength and solid defence. Unlucky for the male, he actually took out quite a few hits from the wooden board—you were surprised that he was still standing strong despite having a few cut marks on his bare skin.

You quickly backed away and hid in a corner, trying to take out your revolver where you hid on the holster that was wrapped around your thigh and reloading it with bullets. You have encountered the criminal a couple of times in the past; you knew that normal bullets would do little to no damage to that man; his body was as solid as steel.

Instead, you looked around to see if there was something you could aim at to ensure that the criminal could be stopped momentarily while trying to save the agent who was fighting for his life. A minute passed when you finally landed your eyes upon a rope close to breaking off several metres high from the brawl between Jaws and the agent. There are a few stacks of abandoned materials that would knock them out for a while if they were to fall upon someone.

Quickly running in closer without being detected, you aimed your gun at the rope before mentally counting down for a few seconds before firing the shot. The shot was loud enough to make both males divert their attention towards you, and thankfully, the agent was able to catch on with your doing before he quickly ran towards you and grabbed your wrist to take you away from the site as the wooden boards and abandoned materials came crumbling down directly onto Jaws.

Rushing right back to the vehicle, you offered to drive as you deemed the male himself to be unfit for the driver’s seat (given the injuries he had sustained). As you peered through the rearview mirror, you could tell that Jaws was slowly making his way out from the crumble and would start charging towards you. Not wanting to allow him to do so, you stepped onto the accelerator and quickly sped away from there, not caring if you were going beyond the given limit.

After minutes of driving at full speed, you finally slowed down when you decided you had lost him far enough. Now, you can drive at your own pace while taking in everything that has happened throughout the night until that voice cuts you off from your train of thought.

“Geez, can you female agents not drive at an average speed? Where’s your sympathy for us sitting on the passenger seat?” He sulked.

“I think you owe me a “thank you” instead for what I did back there,” you replied bluntly.

The male could only respond with a smile before he took his hands off the handle and leaned back into his seat. “Actually, I think you might want to thank me instead.”

Right after he finished his sentence, he pulled out a little black USB containing the sole mission you were tasked with for the night.

The microfilm.

But now, it was in the wrong hands, and you needed to negotiate with the agent to find out how he knew precisely about this and who he was working for.

Composing yourself, you took a deep breath before politely asking the male, “What do I have to do to get my hands on the microfilm?”

“Huh, look at you, ready to pounce on me already? Did they not tell you to behave as an agent-”

“Cut off the wild thoughts. I’m only here from the microfilm, and that’s it.”

That was when the male began twirling the USB device on his fingers, giving you a little Yes-I’m-currently-thinking look, trying to rationalise with himself on what to do with you. “How about a glass of red wine while we gaze at the sunrise next morning?”

“What are you, a romanticist?” You growled back, feeling a little annoyed with the answer that he gave.

“Of course, darling. It’s one of the many reasons I always succeed at my job.”

“Clearly, those young ladies need to check their eyesight at the doctors.”

“Now, now…” he pouts before almost laying his hands to rest on your thigh but retracting when he saw that you were giving him the death stare as if you were about to ditch him out here right in the middle of nowhere if he ever had the guts to do so. “Hmph, you’re no fun.”

“What exactly do you want, Mr Agent.”

As you said those words, his flirtatious image began dying down, and he looked at you as if he were being drop-dead serious. You intrigued him, and he was now resting and leaning his arm on the winded-down car windows while he stared right into your soul.

“You’re not bad, Major Y/N. You definitely live up to all the expectations people label you as.”

So, he knew about your identity.

Instantly, you stepped on the break vigorously before pointing your loaded gun right into his face, forcing him to spit out whatever else he was hiding before anything else.

“Time is up. I’ve been patient enough to deal with your nonsense, but I’m done playing pretend. So you better tell me who exactly you are before I pull this damn trigger,” you threatened.

As he looked up and down from the gun to your face, he gently placed two of his fingers right on top of your gun before pushing it down gently so that he could lean in closer so that he was merely inches away from you now.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Major Y/N. The name is Agent 007, better known as Bond. James Bond. You will be coming with me instead, my princess.”

You couldn’t believe it when the general informed you that the Soviet agency would collaborate with British Intelligence. Right after that confrontation in the desert, Agent 007 took over the wheel and drove you both to a secluded area near an oasis, where he informed you that both generals from your respective agencies were already expecting your arrival.

As soon as you both met your superiors, Agent 007 wasted no time briefing the team about what he had found on the microfilm itself (apparently, he could examine it while you were speeding off from Jaws). Unfortunately, the crucial evidence from the film has been removed, and there isn’t much to go on with it.

That was until the infamous agent discovered a faded-off crest at the far end of the film. With Q’s help (the quartermaster of the M16), they could track down the source, which belonged to the famous scientist Karl Stromberg. However, his lab was located in Sardinia, which required a train and a boat ride to reach the island.

Luckily for you, you were pretty familiar with the place itself since you have spent much of your time there hunting down wanted criminals for the past decade, so you practically knew your way around the entire island.

However, it was also unlucky for you that both agencies decided that two brilliant minds like you two would prove to be worthy and crucial for the mission to succeed, causing them to make a pact, and they agreed that both agents would work together to fulfill the mission.

So here you are now, sitting in Agent 007’s car as he drives the both of you up to the highest mansion in Sardinia, making your way towards Mr Stromberg’s lab while posing as Agent 007’s wife.

Yes. Wife.

That idea irked you so much at the beginning, knowing that both of your first encounters with one another weren’t the best, and you certainly did not return the favour of him trying his best to woo and flirt with you. But you knew that taking on multiple identities was part of your job, and so was keeping your personal feelings and emotions out of the way while you were on duty.

With that, you decided to casually guide Agent 007 around the city, securely infiltrate Mr Stromberg’s lab, obtain the necessary information, and quickly leave the islands to return to headquarters.

It shouldn’t be that hard.

Right?

“Say, princess, tell me a little more about yourself.” Agent 007 broke the silence between you two, desperately trying his best to break down the solid wall of ice between you both since that first encounter in Cairo.

Yet, you had no interest in returning the favour and tried your best to turn him down. “I would suggest you drive safely instead. The rocky roads up to Mr Stromberg’s lab are pretty nasty if you’re not careful.”

“Oh, honey, don’t worry about me. I’ve driven pretty much every single vehicle or transport out there. I could take you up in my very own helicopter for a little ride after this whole mission is complete.”

“Don’t bother. I will cut ties with you after we secure the microfilm.”

“Shame. I thought we were getting closer now that we’re partners.”

As soon as you heard the word “partners,” you couldn’t help but feel a sudden wave of anger rise upon you. You began raising your voice to respond to the male while swiftly turning your entire body towards his direction as well.

“You’re insane for thinking that we could ever be partners. Clearly, you don’t prove yourself to be worthy as Agent Seryozha-”

That was when you instantly slapped a hand to cover your mouth, trying your best to calm yourself down as you readjusted your sitting position. You have no idea why on earth this man irks you so much, to the point that you’ve messed up and even brought your lover—well, ex-lover—into the picture.

Agent Seryozha unfortunately passed when he was on a mission in Austria, and a week later, the missing submarines happened, and you were sent off to Cairo. Hence, you barely had time to grieve over your actual partner in crime before you had to convince yourself and everyone else that you’re nowhere near as affected by the sudden news.

But your now bright red face proved otherwise, and Agent 007 was able to catch on pretty quickly to what happened, and he immediately handed you a napkin from his side pocket while his other hand was still on the wheel.

“W-What?” You sniffled.

“Take it, honey. Wipe off the teardrop dripping down your face. It doesn’t look good on you.”

That was when you realised you were crying, and you quickly snatched the napkin away from his hands before drying your eyes. Things went quiet for a while, but he decided that you probably needed some comfort after all that had happened over the past several weeks.

Without saying a word, he instantly intertwined his fingers with yours, holding them tight while giving you a little squeeze to let you know that everything would be alright and you were more than welcome to let out those tears if need be. At this point, you desperately needed this for so long, someone who wouldn’t judge you, and that time could slow down for a little bit. With that, you shut your eyes tightly while letting the remaining tears fall straight down onto your hand as well as his, all while you tightened the grip of your hands with his, too.

After a good minute or two, when you finally could calm down, you mustered up all of the courage left within you to give him a simple answer: “T-Thank you…”

“Call me Sangyeon instead; we’ve now made a pact that we’re partners in crime on our new mission together.”

Thankfully, both of you could easily infiltrate Mr Stromberg’s lab without being detected. Once you got out of the car, you immediately showcased your professionalism by taking on the role of Sangyeon’s wife and linking your arms around his. He introduced himself as Lee Sangyeon, a scientist who was also into marine biology like Mr Stromberg. He was eager to share his recent discoveries with the infamous man himself.

Mr Stromberg strictly requested that only a few people enter his lab one at a time, so you had no choice but to stay in the common area with his assistant while your “husband” went off to attend some business.

Before he left, he quickly turned his attention to you and pecked you on the cheeks, which caused them to heat up fairly quickly. Then he smiled and gave you a little wink.

“I’ll be back real soon, honey.”

As Sangyeon and Mr Stromberg entered the elevators and brought them down to his official lab, you sat on the couch and quickly placed your palm on your cheeks to feel the heat. Unfortunately, your actions did not go unnoticed; his assistant remarked on them, making you feel ten times worse.

“Seems like you both are a newlywed couple, huh?” She smirked.

“W-What! No! I-I mean…what makes you say that?” You tried your best to keep your composure.

“Oh, sweetheart, it’s how you both look at one another, especially your husband, as he came back to peck you on your cheeks. And look at you now, trying your best to reduce the redness and heat that’s rapidly rising,” she commented while moving her fist to cover her mouth as she giggled.

As much as you hated how she taunted you, you couldn’t deny every detail she had just pointed out in her speech. It was true, and you hated how Sangyeon was making you feel things and that you weren’t keeping your cool as usual.

You have made out with many men before this because of your mission, so a little peck on the cheeks would prove to be little to no concern for you. But it was different this time. It was the James Bond, his real name being Lee Sangyeon, who was actually making you feel this way, and you’re not sure what exactly your viewpoint on the man himself is anymore.

Not wanting to create more of a scene, you quietly looked down the entire time while playing with the hems of your dress, trying to calm yourself down and not having other unnecessary thoughts. Mentally, all you wanted was for Sangyeon to get the microfilm and get out of there quickly.

Perhaps this is something you have to discuss with Sangyeon about? You certainly can’t be going on like this forever; it would definitely be best if you both came clean and-

Wait. No. Absolutely not.

There’s no way the KGB's Major Y/N would be vulnerable to small matters like this. You have fought armies, destroyed nuclear weapons, and guided the Soviet army into war; there’s no way a little flirting or romance could crumble you like this.

Because that would be humiliating for you.

After what seemed like hours of waiting, Sangyeon finally returned. He immediately approached you, causing you to get up frantically from the couch before clearing your throat to get back into your supposed role.

“H-How was the discussion with Mr Stromberg, my love?”

“Oh, I assure you, honey, that everything went very well, and it’s time for us to move now.”

With that, you linked your arms with his before you bid farewell to the assistant as she showed the way out. Instantly, you both got into the vehicle and drove off from the lab, heading straight to the docks.

Again, it seems as if Sangyeon hasn’t had enough of the breaking-the-ice talks with you. He decided to keep the ball rolling and would constantly come up with something to discuss when all you wanted was peace and quiet.

Especially after what happened back at the lab.

“Honey, you’re still blushing,” he teased.

“Cut the crap, Sangyeon. We’re no longer in our role-plays.”

“Aww, and I thought we were both finally partners now? What’s with the foul mood once again?”

“Shut up and drive, I swear,” you huffed.

“Or else?”

“I will actually throw you right into the ocean right now.”

“Feisty. I love it.”

Oh, hell no, you were definitely frustrated, alright.

Just before you could make your following remark, a bullet instantly grazes through the vehicle, causing you both to turn your heads behind to see that you were now being chased by several vehicles, all of whom were part of Mr Stromberg’s bodyguards.

“Guess the infamous man himself isn’t so dull, after all,” Sangyeon commented before speeding up the vehicle. As he was about to reach for his revolver, which was hidden on the side of his seat, you immediately stopped him by grabbing his wrist.

“Don’t bother, just continue driving up ahead. I’ll keep them busy.”

With that, you instantly took out the gun that was hidden inside your purse and reloaded the weapon within seconds before you peered your head out from the windows and began shooting at the bodyguards.

It was fairly easy for you, being KGB’s best sniper, as you were able to hit all of the vital spots of the vehicles, causing each of them to lose control before either crashing right into the slope of the hill or into the ocean. However, it seemed as if the vehicles kept coming, for you were not coming any closer to knocking them out for good.

“It seems like Stromberg has way too many henchmen on patrol,” you commented before resuming your work.

At this point, Sangyeon has already driven you nearly half the distance to the docks, and you were coming far from eliminating all of them. Suddenly, things were about to get from bad to worse when a big truck came crashing into you, trying its best to damage your vehicle in hopes of attempting that the both of you would surrender. That was when the driver peered their head out from the windows and immediately aimed his gun towards you.

Jaws.

Sangyeon clearly saw what had unfolded, and he quickly swerved the vehicle to the left in hopes that the criminal would miss the shot (which he did) before pressing onto the accelerator once more to head as fast as he could to the docks. At the same time, the sound of a helicopter's thrum came flying in, and you both peered your heads up to see that it was the same assistant from before driving it.

“Agent 007 and Major L/N, I would highly advise you to hand over the microfilm and surrender quietly right now,” the assistant announced out loud through the radios before aiming her gun towards you both.

You both were stuck in a tight-knit situation: a car chase from Jaws and his men while Stromberg’s assistant was above the high ground. Now, there was nowhere to hide or run.

Or so you thought.

“Say, Y/N. Can you swim?” Sangyeon asked swiftly.

“W-What? What are you saying-”

Before you could respond, Sangyeon quickly pressed one of the many buttons on his steering wheel, causing his vehicle to launch a missile from the back towards Jaws and his men. The missile instantly hit the cars, and they all blew up within seconds before Sangyeon drove the vehicle straight into the ocean.

Once the vehicle came into contact with water, it seemingly transformed itself into a mini-like submarine, making it easy to navigate and drive through underneath the water.

“Well, it also seems that we should eliminate our unwanted guests, no?” Sangyeon questioned before pressing another button. He launched a missile that shot straight up out from the waters and right towards the helicopter, making it explode almost immediately.

Now that all enemies were gone, Sangyeon rolled his shoulders to relax the tension that he had gotten throughout the car chase before driving smoothly through the waters.

Throughout your time as an agent, you have witnessed and experienced crazy things, but nothing came close to what you had just seen with your very own eyes.

Grabbing onto the handle upon your seat, you turned to Sangyeon and let out a little huff before shaking your head. “You’re insane.”

“I know, sweetheart. That’s why people adore me.”

It has been about an hour since the both of you got back to your accommodations, and you were now just writing in your journal as a time to wind down for a little bit. Both you and Sangyeon had a little chat about the findings he had gotten through the microfilm, and talking to Mr Stromberg himself was that he had a hidden supertanker in the ocean called The Liparus and an underwater base named Atlantis. In order to proceed, both of you needed to wait for your next orders from both generals specifically to arrange a much more suitable transport and disguise to head over to the locations.

So here you were, relaxing with your journal while Sangyeon was busy taking a nice hot bath after all the chase from Stromberg’s henchmen hours ago. When you heard the water supply being turned off, the male stepped out of his bathrobe and took a towel to dry his hair as he approached you.

Once again, your cheek began burning red as you took in the sight before you—his hair dripping wet, his bare face as he just got out of the shower, and the slightly exposed chest from the bathrobe.

It’s illegal to look this good, Lee Sangyeon.

“Like what you see, princess?”

With that, you immediately snapped back into reality, clearly your throat, before ducking your head back to your journal. “In your face, you idiot.”

Just when you thought that returning to your journal would help you escape his torments and flirty comments, you suddenly felt the need to lift your head to see what was happening. You felt that someone had been eyeing you up close for a while now.

Turns out your instinct was true, and you could’ve sworn that you were about to explode anytime now due to the immense heat rising rapidly up to your head as Sangyeon had positioned himself entirely on top of you, both of his legs on either side of yours as he leans his head forward, making you lay back down on the couch.

“W-What on earth do you think you’re doing!” You screamed, covering your face with your journal before the man himself removed it.

“You have been acting strangely since this morning, Y/N. Care to share with me why exactly that is?”

“I-It’s none of your business!”

“Unfortunately, now that we’re no longer strangers but partners, I deserve to know every single detail about what’s going on in that little mind of yours,” he retorted while lifting his fingers to rub your nose, making your stomach feel even worse. “Tell me, princess. Pinky promise that we won’t keep any secrets from each other, no?”

“Jokes on you, we’re spies. We’ll always live a double life. You’ll never get to know about my secrets, ever.”

“Hmm, maybe I can make that happen.”

In the blink of an eye, he immediately leans down to kiss your lips directly, slowly increasing the pressure as he lowers his body to yours. You were too stunned to react and could only open your eyes to see the whole thing unfold before you. Within seconds, he pulled away before rubbing his thumb across his lips, savouring your taste on his.

“Hmm, mango lip balm huh? That’s my favourite kind of flavour,” he smirked.

Goddamn you, Lee Sangyeon.

“I swear you’re so-”

Before you could finish your sentence, a knock was heard from the front door, and Sangyeon immediately got up from you and headed towards the source of the sound. He then unlocked the door to see that a messenger had arrived to pass him a note.

As you squint your eyes to examine the letter from afar, you clearly see the stamp on it, and you know that it is time to cut off all of this nonsense and get back to work as soon as possible.

Sangyeon immediately returns to the living space and opens up to read the letter in his hands. Thanks to Q’s examination, it seemed that The Liparus and Atlantis were keeping something far more threatening, and it was up to you two to head there as quickly as you could before it was too late. The two of you were to board a US submarine that would be passing back to Sardinia early the next morning, with the general already informing the crew abroad about your presence.

“Alright, that seems plausible,” Sangyeon replied before burning the letter into the fireplace (it was what spies usually do after receiving a message about the next mission or crucial evidence anyway).

As you took on the next mission, you stood up before heading back towards your room to pack up for the trip before Sangyeon stopped you in your tracks by posing a question.

“That nightgown sure does look pretty on you.”

You figured you were done trying to escape his comments, so you took a deep breath and tried your best to respond properly. “Yeah, I got it in Austria a few weeks prior. It’s such a beautiful place.”

“Indeed. I miss travelling there; I’ll have to head back there soon.”

“Oh? So you have been to Austria? When was your last trip?” You asked.

“Two weeks ago.”

Just then, that comment suddenly rang a bell in your head. Sangyeon was there two weeks ago, just like you did, but both knew very little about the other. But what if…there was a possibility that he knew about your ex-lover? You were all spies; surely you must’ve known about one another, even in an auditory manner.

Instantly, you marched towards Sangyeon, pulling up a picture of your ex-lover and shovelling it into his face. You desperately wanted to find answers and a conclusion to the case. “Do you recognise this man?”

It took Sangyeon a while to look at him before he stepped away and started pacing around the room. “No, what makes you say that?”

“He was Agent Seryozha, my lover,” you bluntly replied.

After a few moments of what seemed like Sangyeon trying to find the right words to respond to your comment, he placed both hands on his hips and slowly walked towards you.

“Hear this out, Y/N. If you’re out trying to enjoy your little break and someone comes up behind you in an attempt to murder you, you don’t always have the time to remember who the individual may look like. In other words, agents like us must always be prepared to give up our lives in the line of duty. If I knew that, then so did he.”

With one final step in front of you, he stares down at your face before he humbly whispers to you with a “Yes, I did kill him”.

Your facial expression immediately sank and tightened. Both hands balled up into fists, resisting the urge to lose your cool for the millionth time before him. Instead, you calmly tip-toed up to bring his neck down with your hands as you leaned into his ear.

“Well then, thanks for finally putting a closure to this case. So when this mission is finally over, I will kill you with my own bare hands.”

Once you had made your point, you immediately shoved him away and stomped towards your room, slamming the door shut loudly before leaning against it. Taking a deep breath, you just wished this nightmare would end soon.

Just when things finally looked good for us, Sangyeon.

You knew from the back of your mind that kiss meant something, or at least you thought it was. Sure, he was a womaniser, but the Sangyeon you knew wouldn’t go around kissing random women like that. As much as you wanted to ask him about it, you had your ego and pride to keep, not wanting to show that he was winning the little game that he was playing. Hence, you kept your mouth shut and spared little to no glance at the man since the day before, even as you were slowly let down into the submarine sent by both of the generals for you to board to head to Stromberg’s The Liparus to find out what exactly he was hiding truly.

The commander was surprised to see a woman like you on board, but Sangyeon jumped into your defence, and you were immediately let loose, given that they were now aware you were the Major L/N of KGB. After some time of meticulous planning of how everyone would proceed, the alarm started going off immediately, sending everyone on the submarine into a frenzy.

It wasn’t long before you and Sangyeon realised that the tanker had captured the submarine, the vehicle slowly rising from the waters to the docks. Immediately, Sangyeon nudged your shoulders and quietly said that the missing submarines had been found, each hanging up on both sides of the docks.

Now, you have plenty of evidence that Stromberg was the man behind the disappearance of the submarines and the illegal distribution of microfilms.

But the question of why Stromberg did it still remains a mystery.

Why?

“All crew members of the USS Wayne, surrender yourselves immediately with your hands behind your back right this second,” one of the commanders announced out loud from the speakers.

This was when you knew it was time to put your feelings aside and that working with Sangyeon for now was best. You both needed to devise a plan to release the two submarines and save the crew simultaneously. Time was ticking as you were now being escorted out of the submarine to the docks, but Sangyeon managed to take off his cap and place it right on your head, pushing it down to ensure it was intact.

“Stay close to me; I’ll keep you safe from Stromberg’s men.”

You didn’t give him a proper response but managed to walk right in front of him as you exited the submarine, lining up with the crew as Stromberg’s men carefully examined every single one of you. They pulled out batons and immediately started landing a few blows directly onto the crew members as if to torture and humiliate them.

Your blood was boiling, and you couldn’t wait to take these men down with your bare hands. You have done it countless times, taking out an entire army alone; it was easy for you. However, Sangyeon notices that you are about to jump right onto the men and perform a takedown; he snakes his hand to intertwine with yours from behind, putting a slight pressure to tell you this wouldn’t be a good idea for now.

The only thing was: were you going to take up his advice?

As one of the men stood before you, he looked suspiciously at you, examining you from top to bottom before commenting on your body: “You look far too slim and weak to be in the navy, youngster.” Just then, he took his baton to lift your cap, causing all of your long, brown, wavy hair to fall straight down to your shoulders, and his eyes widened upon the sight.

Within seconds, you quickly landed a strong punch into his abdomen before running to do the same to the other men, instantly knocking them out cold. All of the other henchmen on duty on higher grounds quickly started aiming their snipers towards you, shooting recklessly in hopes of one of the bullets hitting you eventually. Little did they know that you are the best sniper in KGB, so obviously, reading and sensing where the bullets were coming from was a breeze in the park.

When you have taken down all of the men at the docks, a shadowy figure emerges upon you, yanking both your arms behind your back, leaving you no room for escape. Suddenly, you felt that familiar breath hit the back of your neck, and you slowly turned behind to look at the familiar figure.

“Jaws.”

“My my! What a sight that was!” Another shadow emerges on the top of the deck, accompanied by a hand-clapping sound that the individual was producing. It was the infamous man himself. “I’ve always wanted to see the infamous Major L/N in action with my own eyes.”

This can’t be good.

“Now, it’s very brave of a woman like you to board my tanker, but I think you’ll be far more useful if you quietly come with me. I could definitely use some help in my office.” He steps in front of you and takes a strand of your hair before he starts twirling it around his finger. As much as you want to retaliate and land a blow into his face to break his jaw, you are stuck and unable to move even in the slightest.

Jaws indeed was an exceptional human being.

“Hate to be the party pooper, but I’m sure I could be of better use to you than she will be, Mr Stromberg,” Sangyeon cuts in as he slowly makes his way towards you both, aiming his revolver right at the mastermind himself.

Mentally, you were sending him death stares, thinking that he was out of his mind to aim his gun at Stromberg when dozens of snipers were already aiming right at him from above. Instead of putting up another joke to ease the situation (which he usually did to tease you), he glared right into your eyes, signalling a code only high-ranking agents like you could understand from the get-go.

Don’t miss my signal, and do it right away.

With a gulp, you carefully examined his body movements and speech, studying his demeanour to explore the opening that would let you know that you could finally retaliate and defeat the criminals themselves.

“Ah, Mr Bond. Your disguise as Dr. Lee the other day certainly did not go unnoticed. I assure you that my men are far more ready to deal with whatever tricks you are about to pull,” Stromberg responded confidently.

“Now, that makes me so happy to hear you have been expecting my arrival. But I must first and foremost deeply apologise, for I probably would not be meeting your expectations.”

That sent a confused look in Stromberg’s eyes, and it was then Sangyeon pointed his gun up and fired a shot, causing the entire electricity to go off in the tanker, making all of the henchmen panic and lose their cool.

Now that it was dark, you had a bigger advantage of taking down the criminals, starting with Jaws. You lifted your legs to land a solid kick up on his thighs, causing him to yelp in pain as he released you from his grip. You quickly climbed up to Jaws and gave him a headlock, knocking him out temporarily so that you had time to deal with the other henchmen for now.

Before you could even make your way up, you noticed Sangyeon’s absence and began hearing multiple men grunting on the upper docks. This gave you more than enough hints that your partner was up there dealing with the mess.

Instead, you decided to follow and hunt down Stromberg, following his faint shadows as he disappeared into the bottom deck. Many obstacles were in the way, such as laser fields and sleeping gas. Still, thanks to your flexibility and agility, you avoided each one, narrowing the distance between you and the mastermind.

Eventually, you reached the control room, where the man stood before the panel, his hands inches away from pushing down on a huge red button.

Aiming the gun right at him, you weren’t going to waste any more time and let him run loose again, and you were finally going to get him to spill all of the motives and deeds he had done up till this point.

“You want to know why I stole the two submarines in the first place, sweetheart? I am going to use the missiles in both submarines to destroy Moscow and New York City and create a whole new underwater world where people could reside.”

“You’re just going to trigger a global nuclear war.”

“And what about it? As long as I have the Atlantis, it’ll all be possible!” He screamed, inches away from pushing the button down any second now. “So say your last prayers to these beloved cities, and join us to start a new civilisation underwater!”

No, you don’t.

Without a thought to spare, you instantly aimed and pulled the trigger at his wrist, the bullet penetrating right through the skin and causing him to pull back as he yelped in pain. You weren’t going to let him live just like that, and you were more than ready to throw the man right into the cold, rising ocean water that was now slowly filling up the tanker.

Right when you were just about to do the deed, someone grabbed your wrist and held you back. It was Sangyeon. “Women like you shouldn’t get your hands dirty; let me do the honours.” With one swift push, he was immediately thrown into the waters, trying to survive the best that he could until the water completely engulfed him.

Sangyeon then turned his head back and walked straight to the panel, typing in a few things that you could barely make out yourself. This made you squint your eyes and try your best to read his fingers on the letters he was typing.

“Don’t do that; it doesn’t look pretty on your face.”

“Mind your own business; what exactly are you doing now?”

“Honey, I’m trying my best to contact the respective submarines to pull back and not fire the missiles, but it turns out that it’s not really plausible since the missiles are already loaded and ready to go.”

“So, what do you plan to do now?”

“Well, there’s only one option left. And that is to make both submarines destroy one another.”

Destroy one another? You have got to be joking. Your mission was to find out the locations of both missing submarines to ensure your respective agencies were safe and sound. So why destroy them now?

“Because that’s the only way to prevent a war from happening, sweetheart. It’s now or never,” Sangyeon made his point loud and clear, and he would not take no as an option. Reluctantly, you finally accepted his decision and gave him a nod, allowing him to proceed with what he was doing.

That was until Jaws interrupted you both once again, this time holding a broken piece of cement from the flood on the upper floors. He quickly aimed and hit you with it, but you dodged it swiftly. It seemed like he wouldn’t go down without a fight, and you certainly couldn’t let him distract Sangyeon while he was trying his best to send coordinates to both submarine commanders.

Then, you noticed an opening where a wired fence had broken apart, leaving a hole that someone could easily fall into if they weren’t careful. Then you decided to take the chance, moving slowly towards that spot while still dodging Jaws’ attacks.

Slowly but surely, you finally began to see an opening, and you immediately moved out of the way, causing Jaws to run right towards the edge of the opening. He started to lose his balance before finally falling straight into Stromberg’s shark tank, which he kept handy while running his illegal business.

After ensuring that Jaws was busy with the shark in the tank, you quickly ran back to Sangyeon, who was now staring intently at the screen with his arms crossed. With that, you clearly got the message that he had successfully sent the respective coordinates and was now waiting for both submarines to launch the missile against one another instead.

“How much longer?” You asked the male.

“Hmm, I’d say in T minus…10 seconds.”

“W-What? 10 seconds? Then-”

“Yes, sweetheart. It’s time to get the hell out of here.”

Immediately, Sangyeon quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you away. He returned to the docks and found the nearest exit before jumping straight into the escape pod. Sangyeon wasted no time navigating and getting the thing to work as you both quickly got the hell out of the tanker that was about to sink.

Apparently, he could also free the other crew members beforehand while you were busy chasing down Stromberg and had them returned to their submarine. With his signal, the commander on board was to shoot down both The Liparus and Atlantis. In order to do that, both of you needed to get far away enough to make it happen.

After navigating through the open waters for about ten minutes, Sangyeon sent the commander a set of coordinates via the mini-control panel on the side of the escape pod. Two missiles were then launched immediately, shooting down both Stromberg’s hideouts.

It all happened so quickly. Now that both submarines were destroyed, and so was Stromberg’s valued tanker and hideout, the mission was finally accomplished.

Or was it?

Instantly, you pulled out a revolver from your holster and pushed it right towards Sangyeon’s skull. You have always kept true to your promise, after all.

“What is this all about, princess?”

“Like I’ve said before. Once the mission is over, and so will we, I will kill you for what you have done to my past lover.”

Sangyeon immediately shut his eyes and took a deep breath. “Sweetheart, you clearly said that it was your past lover. Would killing me do any good or bring him back to life?”

You hated how much his words stung your heart. You were too blinded by rage and revenge to determine right and wrong. Since the beginning, Sangyeon has always been there and kept you safe while completing the mission. Sure, he was a womaniser and could be a pain in the ass sometimes, but he always kept his word, no matter what he did.

If it wasn’t for him, you weren’t sure you could complete this whole mission alone. Yet, you couldn’t bring it out from your mouth to actually acknowledge his presence in your life and how he was somehow able to give you a sense of comfort throughout the past couple of weeks as you mourned over the death of your ex-partner.

Your grip on the revolver loosened, and Sangyeon made a move to grab hold of your wrist and slowly pull it down. It was evident by now that your tears began flowing again, and he reached out to brush them off with his thumbs before lifting your chin with his fingers to make you look straight into his eyes.

“You have done so well, Major Y/N. I couldn’t be more proud of you as a partner.”

“P-Partner?” You sniffled.

Instantly, his eyes brightened, and he leaned in close to you. “Unless you would like to proceed further than that?”

Not wanting to lose the fight, you placed both hands behind his neck, pulling him in closer to you so that both lips were now inches apart. “Don’t be stupid.”

You had no idea what made you return the favour this time when you have been actively rejecting his comfort and touch for so long. Perhaps it was because you have finally decided to accept reality and move on with life; you didn’t even know much about yourself. But you needed one thing so badly: to feel his lips on yours again.

You couldn’t enjoy it much during your first time with him (well, it was his fault for teasing you and thinking that it would be a good idea somehow to manipulate your thoughts and emotions in a bathrobe). Still, he also wore a cologne that smelled way too good for him, one that would lure you in if you weren’t careful enough.

His lips, god. Never in a million years would his nasty mouth actually hold such plump and flavourful lips, and he definitely knew his way around kissing a woman. He knew the right pace, movement and pressure to please someone, and he was also wearing a mango-flavoured lip balm, very similar to the one you would often wear yourself.

When you both finally broke apart for some air, Sangyeon gave you a grin, and you returned the favour with a slap on his shoulders, knowing that he was going to say something about you.

“So you finally admitted your feelings for me, princess? It took you long enough to do so,” he teased.

You knew all along that your feelings for Sangyeon weren’t normal. It definitely did seem like Sangyeon was an escape for you to get over your ex, but eventually, it blossomed into something more, and you fell for his charms. At this point, you knew there was no longer a way to hide your feelings, and it was time to face reality the way it is.

“You could’ve just told me you wanted me this badly, Y/N,” he continued.

“I’m still going to kill you someday, Sangyeon. Don’t get all cocky,” you deadpanned.

However, the male wasn’t affected in the slightest, and he leans back down to reconnect your lips with his once more.

“Tempting, and I’ll very much look forward to the day when it happens.”

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House Of Memories (15/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: some angst, more darkside mentions, canon typical violence, feelings (a lot of them) oh and also !!SPOILER!!: obi-wan takes his shirt off

Summary: The execution of Anakin, Padme, and Obi-Wan does not rule well in Count Dooku's favor, but when he makes his escape, Obi-Wan and Anakin are left battered, and it's up to you and Padme to pick up the pieces.

A/n: hi welcome to episode 15, otherwise known as my favorite part of this series... oh boy you guys don't understand I'm rlly excited ab this part bc it's the beginning of other plotlines down the road okay anyways enjoy

Words: 5.4k (bc it's the best part)

"I didn't expect to see you so soon after our last meeting, young one."

The insidious voice of Count Dooku rang about your ears as he and four guards escorted you down the hallway, away from where Obi-Wan was.

"Did you miss our time together?" He played at you, trying to get you riled up. The last time he saw you it was to try and turn you to the dark side. You figured he would try again, subtler this time, but still with a driving motivation.

"I know what you're trying to do, and it won't work," you spat in his direction, though he was slightly in front of you and could not witness the deathly glare you were burning into the back of his head.

"I think that you may change your mind after today."

You jerked in the hands of whoever just grabbed you, letting their fingers wander a little too low for your liking, before you used the force to throw that singular guard away from you. You knew you couldn't get away from all of them, much less Dooku, so you settled for the small amount of pay back. He chuckled in his deep voice, rather fond of your annoyed antics.

"Already you are so mischievous, surely you can see why I find such potential in you," he asked, turning to you with a raised brow.

"Whatever you have planned, whatever you think may turn me, you have wasted your time yet again."

"Oh, I'm not sure about that," he brought you to a small room, not a torture chamber, as you'd been expecting. "You are strong in yourself, harming you physically would do us no good anymore."

You sat down upon being forcefully shoved by one of the other guards, pushing his luck after what happened to the last one.

"Like I said before, my path is chosen, you'll have to kill me before I follow the darkness."

You were proud of the way you stood up to him, but lost all feeling if confidence upon seeing his grin, like he'd been waiting for you to say those exact words. He sat down across from you, leaning back in his chair and watching closely your reaction.

"Not you, young one. But someone you are rather... fond of," he teased, watching your mind put the pieces together. "Kenobi has trained you well, but without him, I wonder if you should be so strong to resist the call of the darkside."

You laughed, and he looked at you quizzically. The rapid beating of heart heart gave you away, but you seemed so unbothered by his threat to your master, the one you loved dearly. He didn't know how to interpret your actions and your emotions.

"Funny, you think you can kill Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. Far more powerful men have tried, and he sent them limping away, cowering in fear."

The Sith Lord was taken aback, no one had ever spoken to him like that before. You had fire in you, that was clear. If only he could find a way to harness it for his doing, you would be the most valuable asset to the separatist cause. Your power was still somewhat raw, and untamed. You couldn't control it as much as you wish you could, and Dooku could sense that. He also sensed that you were driven more by your feelings than discipline. This was a rather fortunate reason why his plan could work so well.

"Rest assured, he will be outnumbered one hundred to one, myself included if it should come to it. He will die, and you will become my apprentice."

You figured it out. Killing Obi-Wan was not just to leave you without a master, but a small step in a smart plan, with a deeper meaning that you did not pick up on before.

Killing Obi-Wan would make you angry, and miserable for the rest of your life. It would also make you fearful of facing anything without him ever again. Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, and hate leads to destruction.

If Obi-Wan were to die at the hands of this man, you would not let him have the satisfaction of turning you over it, because you surely would. You would kill yourself, unwilling to let him use you as an instrument of evil. You weren't going to let him get into your head, and you weren't going to let him win this battle.

You weren't going to let him kill Obi-Wan Kenobi.

"When does this execution take place?" You asked, your voice and face gave away nothing, but you were using the force to undo the restraints that held your hand behind your back. You knee Dooku had your lightsaber, and since you'd taken it back from him once, you knew it was likely you could do it again.

"As soon as I give the order. I ask you to reconsider once more, my offer stands that I will let him go if you accept. It would be such a shame to lose the one person you desire over such pride of the Jedi."

He stood to his feet, beckoning his guards to come back and move you to a new location.

You sat among the grand crowd, being ushered to a seat in the front row, where you could not only see Obi-Wan. chained to a tall post, but also Padme and Anakin, who were being brought out on a chariot, like this was some damn parade. It was an execution, but they rolled them out as if they were meant for entertainment. You supposed this was for entertainment, however sick and twisted the people who watched it were.

You knew you had nothing to lose at this point, and since you were sat in front of the others, you knew they would not see as you closed your eyes, your hand which had broken free, reaching out only an inch away from you to help you connect. You searched your feelings to grab hold of Obi-Wan's signature, and for the first time in days, he let it in, embracing it as well. He didn't know you were here, only Anakin and Padme, as they were about to executed beside him.

You made sure that no other force presences were listening in, before you thought a message into the void, Obi-Wan hearing it in his head seconds later.

'Master, I'm here,' and when you saw his head snap upwards at the small whisper in his mind, you knew you'd reached him.

'What? Why?' His loud and angry thought almost made you jolt in your seat, but you kept calm, hoping for the right time to steal back your lightsaber and get out of here. No mistakes, not like last time when you let your weakness get the better of you.

'I've come to get you out, Anakin and Padme, too.'

He sensed your presence and its location by now, looking up at the balcony to see that you seemed to be in a worse position than he was, sitting with the Sith Lord himself Count Dooku. His blood boiled just seeing him next to you, when clearly, he had been the one to do so much damage to you just a few short months ago. You almost died in his arms because of that man, and it enraged him to see you with him in any capacity.

'If he touches her, I'll kill him,' you didn't think that thought was meant for you to hear, but you heard it anyway, his mind spiraling deeper into aggression the more he thought about this.

'I'm okay, so far he's been civil,' you gave a short reply to his words, and indeed the reaction you saw confirmed you weren't meant to hear that previous thought.

'Stay where you are, I'll figure something out.'

Like hell you were gonna stay put. This was an execution, and the moment you sensed he or the others were in imminent danger, you'd be off that balcony, finding a way down to the lower levels of this chaotic arena. It really was chaos, with creatures of different species and rank all here to watch the show. You wondered how demented someone had to be that they would watch this hideous display of violence for kicks.

They released several beasts into the center of the grounds, poking and prodding them till they began to go after your loved ones. You took a deep breath and tried to remain in your seat. You had no assurance that this was the time for you to leave, although everyone was distracted, a pull in the force kept you sitting for the time being.

"A little anxious, are we?" Dooku provoked you, but you shook your head, watching as each person down in the arena gained their advantage over the beast that was assigned to them.

"Of course not, they seem to be on top of things," You nodded to Padme, who had climbed the entirety of the tower she was formerly chained to, whipping the Nexu in the face with her chains to keep it away from her. Anakin was harnessing the Reek, channeling his energy to control the creature. Obi-Wan, well, he was just dodging the humongous claws of the Acklay that chased him. He was doing a tremendous job, though, if you would say so yourself.

"I find that a bit more time in the arena will make them tired. They will succumb to my defeat, I assure you."

You rolled your eyes and kept watching, beginning to understand, if only for a moment, the reason for watching this as entertainment. It was nerve-wracking, having people you love and care about in the middle of it all, but had it been three random galaxy-goers, you might find it thrilling. You shook that thought away, because if anyone was here, that meant they were prisoners, and were being forced into this arena against their living will.

"I find that in a bit more time, you will be swallowing the words you have so careless thrown around in my presence," you looked back at him this time, expecting a scowl, or even a grimace, but instead you found a smirk, and a raised brow. He crossed his arms and looked down at you in your seat, but you turned back around upon feeling him try and enter your signature with his darkness. It was so uncomfortable, the dark. You hated it, and you were repulsed anytime it was mentioned that a tinge of it floated around in your veins from time to time.

Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Padme, once chained and unable to find a way out, were all mounted on the mudhorn, riding around to find an exit to the arena, and that's when it swarmed you. The hundreds of light side force signatures, previously guarding themselves, but now were fully exposed, and you looked behind you, watching as Mace Windu entered the area, and ignited his purple saber. He gave you a stern look, which you were quick to cower away from, but at the same time, you'd never been so glad to see Mace Windu in your life.

"Master Windu, how pleasant of you to join us," Dooku kept his composure, though it seemed he'd been cornered.

"This party's over."

Jango Fett, the bounty hunter who stood by the blade of the Jedi Master, seemed unfazed, even with his young son by his side. You took the grand council member's entrance as a distraction, standing up and using the force to pull your lightsaber in your hands, igniting it and preparing yourself for a battle if need be. You had Master Windu on your side for once, which did feel pretty empowering, you'd admit. You wished he was on your side more often.

"Brave, but foolish, my old Jedi friend. You are impossibly outnumbered," Dooku spoke, still confident that he had the upper hand. So many Jedi had shown up to come and face them, you hoped it would be more than enough to succeed.

"I don't think so," Windu remarked with a slight chuckle under his breath.

"We will see."

At the sight of battle droids coming down the hallway, you bolted, jumping over the high balcony and landing to the low ground with a roll to your shoulder. Mace Windu followed not after, and you stood side by side, deflecting blaster shots from an endless about of vulture droids which were oncoming to attack.

"I suppose I'll be in trouble for this," you said, but he was not in the mood to argue with a padawan at the moment. Or any time, really. Especially not you.

"Greatly, but we will not discuss this now," he said, pulling two sabers from his belt and tossing them in your direction. If not for the force, you would have dropped them both, but thanks to your gifted abilities, they landed in the center of your palm. "Get these to your Master and Padawan Skywalker."

"Alright," you huffed, using him as cover as you ran to where the reek was standing, tossing them up as you kept your steps moving. They caught them with ease, and within no time, were fully armed, as Padme managed to strip a blaster from a droid.

You were never one to stand back and wait for your enemy to approach, so you jumped headfirst into the crowd of droids, slicing and blocking and pushing your hand in the direction of where you wanted the force to flow. You had not yet mastered it, but wall running was one of your favorite skills, and had aided you in beheading about fifteen droids in eight seconds flat. You smirked, looking at the burning pile of rubble, then moving onto the next section, where the beasts of the arena still run rampant.

"Master, head's up," you said, watching him duck as you threw your saber and let it slice into the leg of the Acklay. It lost its balance, but did not fall, so Obi-Wan chopped at the other legs until it was on the ground.

You kept blocking blaster shots from hitting him while he killed the beast completely, spinning his saber once and plunging it straight through the heart of the creature. His hair was sweaty, and fell in loose, untamed strands beside his face, and you couldn't help but be distracted for only a moment, His heaving breaths, making his robes move along with the rhythm of his chest was also something you noticed, nearly slapping yourself in the face as you did. Focus, stupid.

"Are you alright, little one?" he came toward you, and it was quite hard for you to keep your eyes on the droids when you could feel his arm brush against yours now and again when he used his saber to block a shot.

"I'm fine. Let's just finish this so we can go home," you said, but right after, you took a shot to the shoulder, hissing in pain, but trying to regroup so you didn't get shot again.

"Get behind me," he said, but didn't even allow you time to follow his instructions before he pulled your arm and stood in front of you.

"S'just a scratch," which was all but true, but you were luckily still able to wield your saber one handed.

Scratch or not, these droids were simply so many in number, and as more Jedi began to fall, the more you felt the odds were against you. There were few of you left, and the droids had narrowed the area of the fight, so the Jedi were left in a small circle.

The droids had lowered their weapons, and among the halt, came a booming voice from the balcony you'd resided on earlier.

"Master Windu, you have fought gallantly. Worthy of recognition in the archives of the Jedi Order. Now, it is finished. Surrender, and your lives will be spared," he droned on, making his speech so formal, as he usually did.

"We will not be hostages to be bartered, Dooku."

Mace Windu had a strong voice as well, professing his disagreement to the terms which were laid.

"Then, I am sorry, old friend."

The droids raised their weapons again, ready to fire upon you when given the order, but it never came, instead, the roaring engines of many trooper ships came down upon you, all lead by none other than Master Yoda. You'd wondered where he had been.

An army of hundreds, maybe even thousands came to your rescue, and you were able to board one of the ships with Obi-Wan as soon as they created a perimeter. Anakin and Padme soon joined you, then you were off, away from this arena, escaping death for possibly the third time in your life, now. Someday you figured you might lose count.

Speaking of count, the Sith Lord Dooku had managed to make a very quick escape, and your ship was ready to follow after him. Anakin had made a suggestion on where to fire some tactile missiles on the way, bringing down the entire structure by simply damaging the fuel cells.

The ship began to jolt with oncoming fire when you'd begun getting closer on Dooku's trail, and the ship jolted, nearly skewing out of control at once point. Padme and a few other troopers fell out of the carrier, and upon seeing Anakin's dismay for what happened, you stepped to the edge of the platform, eyeing their location.

"I got her, go," you yelled over to him before jumping off of the transport.

You didn't know if it would make a difference, or if he would let his feelings cloud his judgement, but you ran over to tend to the unconscious senator, hoping she hadn't endured any serious head injuries. She seemed to be okay, and after a few moments, she came to, her eyes wide with realization on what happened.

"Padme, are you alright?" you helped her to her feet, and the other clones around you tried to make contact with the last transmission.

"Yes, I'm fine," she was a little dizzy when she first stood, but otherwise would be okay.

"We need to get back to the Ford Command Center."

The clone trooper's suggestion went in one ear and out the other for Padme, and she shook her head rapidly, as if it was a great offense.

"No, no... Gather what troops you can, we've got to get to that hangar," she said, determined as ever. You weren't sure what happened between her and Anakin once you'd split up at the base, but it was widely impacting both of their minds and actions. You wondered if perhaps a confession had come between them in the small moments that they felt their lives could be ended.

"Get a transport, hurry," you told the trooper, and he nodded, running the other direction.

"Right away."

You counted every second of each minute it took you to arrive at the hanger, where you sensed darkness, but also defeat. It was a horrible feeling, and though Obi-Wan's signature was strong, it was accompanied with harsh pain. Your heart raced as you hopped off the ship, running alongside Padme to get inside.

There was no sign of Count Dooku, but instead two jedi, laid across the floor, their injuries more visible than anything else.

Padme ran to Anakin, and likewise, you didn't let any time separate you from reaching the object of your affection. You slid down on your knees before his body, his arm and leg singed with the mark of a lightsaber. You knew first-hand what that felt like. It was a burning sensation that did not easily fade away. It consumed the rest of your body and most of the time rendered you useless in battle.

"Obi," you completely disregarded any formal title that you would normally use, saying his name brought comfort to both yourself, and also him. He hissed in pain when you accidentally grazed the wound on his shoulder, his face clenched up in pain. "I'm sorry."

"I'll be-" he paused, turning to where he was able to sit. Not comfortably, but better then struggling to lie on his side, held up by one unharmed arm. "I'll be alright."

"We need to get you to the ship. Can you stand?" you stayed close by him, waiting for any signs he needed your help.

"I believe so," he pressed his palm to the ground, kneeling like you had, before carefully pushing up to his feet, but only for a second, before the pain got to be too much on his leg, and his knee gave out, the weight sending him falling into your arms. He clung to you for dear life, and for only a fleeting moment, you reveled in it. The feeling of his embrace around your whole being.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, trying to steady him, and it seemed he was becoming more stabilized the longer we were up.

"Are you sure about that?" you snickered but didn't include all the usual sarcasm that most times filled the words. You were still much too worried over him to be joking about his current state.

"I can walk, if you help me."

Your heart should absolutely not have fluttered when he uttered those words, but damnit, it did. You let out a shaky breath before turning him so that you were side by side, one of his arms slung over your shoulder, your grip on his hand held tightly. You kept your arm around his midsection, hoping to possibly catch him somehow if he should fall again.

"I shouldn't have left," you murmured, but he was glad you did.

"I didn't want you anywhere near that piece of filth. Not after what he did to you."

You smiled at his fond protectiveness, leading him slowly to the ship, hearing him hiss every few seconds at the pain of putting his weight on that leg.

"And now, after what he did to you?" you knew it was wrong of you to turn the tables, but you know if you'd been thinking clearly, you would have stayed with him, by his side, to fight the man who had come to harm you both so badly.

"It's not about me."

You shook you head, deciding to let it go, at least for now. Walking up the onramp of the ship, you were relieved to get him into a seat, watching as they loaded Anakin onto a different carrier before both ramps were lifted, and the ships were in the air.

He sunk down into a seat, but you had to make sure he was settled before you went off looking for the first aid supplies on board. He had his eyes squeezed shut for the bending his knee did, but then upon taking a deep breath in, he opened them, lifting his head to meet your concerned eyeline. You couldn't even stop yourself; you didn't even try. You brought a hand to the side of his face, stroking your thumb over his cheek and watching as his eyes again closed, but fluttered peacefully, embracing the signature you'd extended and wrapped around him like a warm blanket in the cold. His hand came over top of it, holding it in place before hesitantly turning his head and kissing the center of your palm. He then held your hand to his, squeezing it tightly before letting it fall back to your side.

You weren't even sure what to say or do following those events, and how could you? He had just given you the most tender expression you'd ever seen him wear, then he held your hand against his skin like it was the most precious thing in the world to him. You didn't even know, but in that moment it was. Your gentle caress was easing his pain and making his heart leap with joy. It took his fears away.

"I'll be right back," you finally let out, though it was hushed, and the words had been stumbled over.

You asked one of the nearest clones if they had any medical supplies on board and were relieved when the clone had taken you into the hull, where a few med kits had been stashed in case of emergencies.

You were not able to lift the large crates up into the cargo hold, so instead you brought with you only supplies you could carry. Bacta pads, bandage wraps, and cleaning supplies.

You set them down beside him when you returned, and he was still looking at you with that slightly glassy eye stare. The one that told you he was taking in his surroundings and considering what he was to do amongst them. You knelt down in front of him, your knees between his feet as you prepared to work on his leg. You were able to see clearly the wound in its full capacity, the fabric of his pants being singed through and stretching wide enough that you could access it.

"I'm sorry, I know this is going to hurt," you warned him, starting with a cleaning pad, trying to wipe away anything that could enter and cause infection. You dabbed his leg gently, and his fist came down onto his other thigh, clenching tightly around nothing as he forced himself fight through the pain. "I'll be as careful as I can, I promise."

You removed the pad that had the stinging liquid poured into it, setting it aside and ignoring how much blood and blackened skin remained when you pulled it away. You replaced it with a bacta pad, which was soothing, and healing to the skin. You took the hand that had come down on his kneed and moved it to the leg you were working on, placing it upon the bacta pad so that you could move on to the wound on his arm.

"Just hold this here."

He obeyed immediately, watching your features become softer as your worry over him faded slightly. He focused on you, the slow movements you made as not to hurt him, the way you treated him with the upmost care and affection. He was not sure if the small gesture he'd given you had crossed a line, since you only seemed to be making your own out of intentions of calming him, but now, seeing you act so wonderfully on behalf of his wellbeing, he knew it had been to you a sign of gratitude for your never-ending help.

After examining his arm more carefully, you were alarmed to find out you wouldn't be able to treat it without more access. The hole in his sleeve was far too small to make any kind of mends to his skin.

"I-" you hesitated, your cheeks darkening red at the thought of the words you had to say. "I can't get to this one very easily. I might have to take this off."

He didn't see any harm in your request, but by your reaction to having to ask it. You were so flustered, and he thought for a moment, maybe it made you embarrassed that you would have to remove a piece of his clothing. You seemed very shy about it.

"Alright," he said, trying to look at you, but you refused to meet his eyes. It didn't make you uncomfortable, and it certainly didn't make him uncomfortable, but the next few movements were a tad bit awkward to witness.

You removed the belt that always sat around his waist, usually holding his saber clip and more importantly, his saber... which was probably on another ship right now. You shifted to kneel between his legs, getting close enough that you could drag the fabric away from the front of his body, and bring it over his shoulder. You focused more when you pulled it along his arm, not wanting to irritate the wound any further.

You tried to fight yourself and not to look at the bare skin, only the wound that was left on it, but failed. You dragged your eyes over his shoulder, the scars that were already there, and the curve of the muscle. It was all beautiful, like you envisioned it would be. Your breath hitched in your throat, and you had to blink rapidly to shake yourself out of it, before you let your eyes over the broad expanse of his chest. You reached into the pile again, ridding your mind of the thoughts.

"I'm sorry that you have to do this," he spoke up suddenly, and took your hand in his, releasing the hold on the bacta pad it previously held in place.

"Don't apologize. I want to help you, Master," you said, fishing through until you found another cleaning wipe.

Great pride rippled through him, and a smile shown on his face. He was more than happy to hear you say those words, and with such pure intent. Such sincerity.

"You don't have to call me that all the time, you know," He offered, and it was only now that you looked up to see his brilliant smile. This was the most intimate moment of your life as far as you were concerned, and being this close to him, while he smiled over words that you'd said, was almost overwhelming to you.

"It's just become a habit," you admitted, forgetting to warn him as you placed the cleaning pad against his arm, watching him jolt in his seat and throw his head back against the wall. You felt bad, and out of instinct, you placed your hand on his chest, trying to soothe him, not realizing the hole you'd immediately dug yourself into. You still didn't let it click with you where your hand was, or what it was doing, your fingers trailing along the expanse of the muscle he'd built over the years. He wasn't bulky by any means, but very fit, more practical for Jedi activities.

He felt your hand run over where his heart sat, and he wondered if you could feel how fast and sporadically it was beating.

"I'm not sure if the council would like it if I called you by your name. They seem to find fault in everything I do," you trailed off, finishing off the cleansing wipe and applying the bacta pad, holding it there yourself as you allowed it to soothe the skin, letting its healing properties to sink into his wound.

"If they have anything to say about you, I'll make sure it never reaches your ears."

You smiled, looking back up at him, and seeing that your faces were very close, since he'd leaned forwards again. You didn't even remember a word he said, too captivated in the closeness you only ever dreamed about. You could lean forward an inch, and those dreams would become a reality. You even dared to glance down at his lips, only once. He caught it, though. You leaned away after a moment more, keeping your hand on his arm while you found the bandages. Opening the package with your teeth, you tried and failed to use one hand to wrap his leg, so you had him hold the bacta pad to his arm while you were busy elsewhere.

Once you were satisfied, you repeated the process, no other words being spoken between you, except for when you were finished. You went to stand up, to turn around and find a clone who could give you an ETA for Coruscant, but you were stopped when a hand caught your arm, delicately and gentle as can be. You turned around and saw an almost pleading look in his eyes, and he nodded next to him for you to sit, and you couldn't deny him.

"Thank you for taking care of me," he said gratefully, his voice was soft, and had there been anyone else near, you would have been the only one to hear him.

"After everything you've ever done for me, I will always do my best to take care of you, Obi."

It was a sentiment that seemed simple enough to your tired mind, but the impact it gave on the receiving end was so powerful. It gave him hope that perhaps someday you might feel the same way about him, that he had come to feel about you. It was like an oncoming freight speeder, his feelings for you, and how quickly they had progressed. All he knew was that he would always hold you close to him, protecting you, and giving you everything he possibly could.

You fell asleep on his shoulder during the flight home, and the closeness and the warmth you provided for him became his tether that it was all reality.

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juneviews · 5 months

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I’m so glad you summoned us to your ask box bc I agree that watching cooking crush is so lonely. I am constantly lurking in the tag and its so depressing compared to the energy ‘not me’ got every sunday. I am so happy that offgun are doing a romcom. I know that you like angsty offgun but I desperately needed an offgun show that is lighthearted and cc is serving. Gun is shining in this show and I love that he lives with his grandma and sister. I have always found that Gun bounces off of actresses really well, especially older women, and he makes dynamics with them seem really natural and comforting. And holy moly is Off Jumpol blessing my eyeballs. I find myself swooning every time he comes on screen and this character feels so soft. I love how gentle Ten is with Prem. The way he quietly accepted that Prem was willing to teach him despite Prem screwing with him earlier in the episode. And then reassuring Prem that he is a good cook. Ugh I am so living for this dynamic and can’t wait to see what offgun do with it further.

But gmmtv and I will have words about them not releasing the full versions on youtube. Like what more can they do to inhibit offgun?

yeah to be fair I never expected the fandom experience for cc to be anywhere near not me bc that kind of collective watching experience can never be matched, but I'm glad many people have taken up my open call to discuss cooking crush lol bc it was getting lonely!

honestly, while I do love my angst & deeper topics, I've been glad that cooking crush is a silly romcom since the first trailer dropped. as I said in my gmmtv 2022 reaction video, I think we do need a breather after how intense & life-changing not me was, and also offgun are just SO GOOD at romcoms bruh, it's the perfect genre for them (even though they've slayed every genre they've been in too!) also I have this theory that cooking crush was chosen for offgun specifically to bring them back to their "bankable" image that they lost due to not me being too political & half of the entertainment kinda blacklisting them, which while not me being censored is bullshit, I am glad that it's not gonna affect offgun's careers long term & they're now back to getting more events & ads together!

you're so right about gun bouncing off actresses & especially older ones very well, I 100% agree! prem's ama is my fave I love her, she's such a good supportive force in prem's life :))) as for ten being super gentle & soft, YES!!! I was told before the show aired that novel!ten is like the softest man in existence, yet off still managed to exceed my expectations! especially after sean who was his roughest character to date hahaha! ten just feels like a big teddy bear, every time he appears on screen I wanna squish his cheeks 🥺 ten is really as forgiving as sean was hahaha, whoops I think I found another favorite character! the tenprem dynamic is literal perfection, though. they match each other so well I think I might pass away once they get together 😭

gmmtv is so fucking weird, like they still stand behind offgun & give them shows & fanmeets, etc. but at the same time they often do a terrible job promoting them. here what upsets me the most is that gmmtv actually was promoting cooking crush pretty damn well, but they set up cooking crush with their contract with wetv. it's nice that wetv seems to have given cc a lot of funds, which is why it was their headlining thai show of the year at their event in september, but I think in exchange they refused to have gmmtv post the full uncut eps to make it a wetv exclusive, which is bullshit. while gmmtv couldn't do much against it, they couldn't have discussed other ways, like they've done for other shows. it just really sucks bc the uncut version is the only great way to watch the show, but I wanna support the show on gmmtv's channel too :(

xxx

#answers #cooking crush #cooking crush the series #tenprem #off jumpol #gun atthaphan

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sebsxphia · 2 years

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bradley when mav pulled his papers 😍😍😍

maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe i can be an emotional drunk sometimes, or maybe i am just a secret angst whore bitch but i love imagining a young bradley, freshly orphaned, realizing he has no one & then pushing the only person still there away.

like he rlly believed that mav believed in him (which he did, it was mainly carole getting mav to pull his papers even though mav had a whole thing on not wanting bradley to go through what goose did himself) his only father figure (besides ice [mainly] & slider, the occasional hollywood & wolfman) doesn’t even believe in him.

then here you are, maverick’s niece that he treats as a daughter, who just freshly lost her virginity to a now angry bradley🥲 mf doesn’t even respond to ur texts now bc he associates u with maverick. u literally helped plan carole’s funeral (who is basically a second mom to u) with him & he does this.

fast forward years later, bradley and mav make up. turns out you also disowned maverick as an uncle (damn was that a knife to the chest? first his chosen god son disowning him & then his actual niece, the only blood relative that can fully stand him?) bc of bradley. you were so upset u lashed out on him bc lashing out on bradley was no use.

eventually you agree to talk to mav again. somehow penny convinced you, you always liked her. bradley happens to be there, you don’t even make eye contact with him let alone say hi when he says hi.

it’s then he realizes how much of a dick he was. how he literally took your virginity, something u said was only for someone special, & then ghosted you the next week after u spent years talking with him. - 💋

oooooof. my beloved anon, this got me right in my chest!! there is something about being an emotional drunk that just really brings the angst out in me too!!

if bradley and mav have made up, it fucks with your head even more. you were only meant to come and make up with mav and now bradley has to come with it too? like a two for one deal? it’s agony. it nearly stops you from even bothering with mav if you know bradley’s going to be hanging around him all the time. but mav convinces you, just you and him.

you can come around and forgive mav seeing as him and bradley are closer now, but you don’t even want to bother with bradley. that’s far deeper than your relationship with mav. all of his weak and feeble attempts at an apology you brush off. you’re going to make him grovel.

thank you so much for this incredible thought my beloved anon!! 💌

#💌you’ve got mail #💋 anon #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x y/n #bradley bradshaw x you #rooster x you #rooster x y/n #rooster x reader

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space-ninja-fashion-show · 1 year

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HELLO. ask game time. >:) For Alden, I'm curious about 14 (i see your post about making him into everything he was against and i want More) and 2. You gave me five, I'll stick to three - I also wanna know about 7 for Higgins >:)))

!!! Let's go :D

(Gonna go in number order and oh god it got Long)

Alden, 2. What is your character's favourite weapon/way to fight?

His no1 weapon is the Xoris. The same way I canonised Kohlrabi's frame being a Volt Prime waaay before the Sacrifice bc Volt was my starter, Xoris is also chosen for Attachement Reasons. I love that thing to bits, it got me through so much of the game, and even now when I no longer have one single favourite weapon it is still Up There

His fighting style is fast and flashy. He's far from tanky but he's nimble and quick-witted enough to avoid getting hit most of the time, feet barely touching the ground, an eye-catching moving target. He knows that as long as he keeps attention on himself and avoids getting hit too bad, his allies can either get to safety or deliver blows from the shadows to more success, whichever is applicable at the time

Watching him fight is a bit like watching a dance

Alden, 14. How (not) okay are they with being a Warframe?

It's…complicated

Were he conscious during The Old War (he wasn't anything stronger than a flicker, unlike Lanius) he would've hated every second of his twisted existence. He used to tear at Orokin rule from the shadows, fight a war from behind enemy lines, and they made him into something polished and obedient, a gilded attack dog to do their bidding

He would've done everything he could to tear himself away from Tenno control and take a swing at the golden bastards one last time and die trying (he would've loved Kohlrabi even back then. But he didn't need a telepathic leash and he would've had no intention to drag a child down with himself)

I talked about him having a reasonable level of self-preservation before, but were he conscious during the Old War, that would've gone out the window. He would not have seen himself as alive anymore, and so with no life worth protecting. He would've readily died to land just one last blow on the Orokin

But! None of that happened, so! In present day, he…tries not to think too hard about it? He tries to be neutral at least bc there's no way of changing this now aside from dying, and he does not wanna die. He has a family and a purpose. He doesn't like being seen by strangers as an instrument of war, but it's a useful cover sometimes, and the things he can do as a warframe but never could've as a human help him protect ppl

What "being a warframe" is had changed the day the Orokin Empire fell. Alden no longer has a leash around his neck. He was made from something horrible, but now exists as himself. And he decides what that means

If he could, he'd choose to be human, and he doesn't like looking at it like "well at least something good came of it :)" but he also sees himself as a whole, living being, and tries to live his life as such. Some days it's easier than others

Higgins, 7. What is your favourite thing about this character?

Oh fuck, making me choose

On a meta level it's that ppl enjoy him. Like this blog used to get shitall interaction esp in the OC department and now it gets a lil bit more and that started around when I mentioned how inadvisable it is to allow Higgins in a kitchen. Ppl other than me seem to be fond of this shortass lab safety violation and that makes me really happy

On a less meta level…look, i love individual characters dearly but at the core it's relationships between characters that really drive me to write. And Higgins is fun alone but three times as much when it comes to his relationship with North. I'm having Such a good time subjecting them to Situations. They're idiot best friends and they bond via body sharing and they'd die for each other. Higgins gets to be both the comic relief and the angst potential of his own story but that wouldn't work without North being the other half of everything

#ask games #kata's chatter #ask #revukanfendrenim #oc: alden #oc: higgins #i really need to dig up what i typed up from aldens backstory ages ago at some point and refurbish it for posting

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baeshijima · 2 years

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your regular angst delivery is here!

this is,,, basically what happened to me-

kazuha feared he will see many stars across the sky, without a pull tugging at his soul, telling him to come home. he feared someone else will be blessed but then-

then he felt it! at the very first star lightening up the sky, a weak tug, a hesitant one… but it was not strong enough for him to leave. his heart grew heavier and heavier with each group of shooting stars, while he was still waiting.

and then, finally! the sky turned gold, but- but it wasn’t him. he saw how another one was chosen, diluc of mondstadt and bitterness filled his whole being. he wanted to go home, to you, finally join you after waiting so long and this?!

and so he watched how others were blessed, lady ningguang and thoma, as well another anemo vision holder, known as heizou. but him? not him.

his heart broke when he suddenly heard a tearful voice, whispering about their last wishes, the last stars- and once again he felt the pull, still weak, but he used his anemo vision to help himself, to finally go home.

or; i lost pity, got diluc and cried in happyness AND sadness and then i used the rest of my wishes, and with my last 10 pull, kazuha came home 😭❤️

also… imagine kazuha being super bitter towards diluc because uhm- yah i didn’t farm for him but i could immediately level him up to 80 and kazuha only to 60- 😭🥺 kazuha don’t worry i love you very much <33

and imagine he didn’t come home- i would‘ve died

bubbles anon 💕💕

i didn‘t proofread this, please spare me i was writing this in a rush, i‘m very sorry if my english doesn’t make any sense-

NOOOO AT LEAST U GOT HIM THO 😭😭 dliuc coming home bc he knows he has us wrapped around his finger bc of the new skin,,,, but kazuha only being able to get to 60 and diluc 80 is just 😭🖐️

#omg a convo !?#bubbles nonnie !!#djfghbk if he didnt come home that just means he was super salty abt diluc and the rate up 4 stars taking his spot <//3

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simon-rileys-slvt · 9 months

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angst!!! with simon!!! maybe price🤭

Ahhh!!!!! My first rec!!! Tysm ❤️❤️❤️

I have a good idea for Simon and Price, but I’ll do Simon in this post and maybe a little bit of price after. If you want to see price as well, lmk!!

I hope you like my idea bc I have u bunch moreee 🤭🤭

Also, Simons dialogue is orange

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The Other Woman

Pic creds to @661ave

Synopsis: you go to simons barrack and find a new recruit coming out of his room. 💔

I just came back to base from a stressful mission, just wanting to relax in Simons arms. We had planned to make advances on a murderous cartel, but that plan soon went to shit. They had caught a small detail left from us, and it almost became a suicide mission. I have several cuts and bruises to remember the compromised ordeal. But ultimately, we had barely escaped and made it back to base.

And it was all the more stressful when Simon wasn’t chosen to come on the mission. All I wanted to do was come home and lay in his arms after a shit-show of an assignment.

I walk back onto base and waste no time, walking back to the barrack area to greet Simon after almost a week after being away. I knock on his door with excitement throughout my body. “Simon, I’m home baby!” I shout through the door. I hear some mumbled words and shifting sounds on the other side of the door but before I contest, the door opens and I look up to not find Simon, but a new recruit, bra and panties in-hand. Her uniform read ‘Williams’. “Excuse me, sorry” she says in a hushed voice.

No.

It’s not happening.

I see Simon sitting on the edge of the bed with a pair of boxers on and his balaclava. I step in and close the door. “Baby-“ “no. Don’t fucking ‘baby’ me. You have no right to call me that right now.” I start to fill my waterline with un-fallen tears. How could he? I had gone through living hell for six days, alone. I had gone six days without him, six excruciating days. Only for him to climb into bed with another woman? What did I do to deserve this?

“Why. Why is Williams coming out of your room without her fucking bra and underwear on?!”

“Can you please not yell? I don’t want to draw attention to anything.”

“Draw attention? You mean the fact that you were just fucking another woman?!”

“I GET IT! SO COULD YOU PLEASE NOT FUCKING YELL?!!” He slams his fists down on the desk, making dents in the dense wood. I had never seen him like this. I had never seen this side of Simon. What is he going to do? My eyes widen in fear and I back up.

He sees this and his gaze softens, realizing what he had just done. He had scared me, the one thing he swore to himself he’d never do.

*Sigh* “look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just…..” he stares off as he finds something to excuse his actions. ‘She couldn’t know how weak I was. She couldn’t know how fragile I was underneath.’ He thought.

My lip quivers as my tears threaten to fall. “Why? Was I not…. Good enough for you?”

“What- no! You are my everything, yn.”

“Apparently not, if I was… you wouldn’t do this. Why did you do this?” My tears finally fall from my face, rushing down my cheeks like miniature waterfalls.

He stayed silent. It looked like he was in thought. Was he thinking of why he did it? Did he just think with his dick and pay no mind to the consequences?

“I don’t know, yn.”

“You… don’t know? So you just did it. And didn’t think about anything else?”

“No! Of course I thought about what would happen.”

“So…. You did it because, you don’t love me anymore?” My voice crackles at the thought of him no longer loving me

“God, no! Yn. I just…. FUCK!” “I’m scared of losing you, yn.”

“So you just cheated on me? To rip the bandaid off?” I mutter

“No. It’s…. Complicated. It’s my fucked up mind telling me to do things.” “I’m scared of commitment. So I just sabotage my relationships so they don’t go further.”

Oh.

He’s scared to lose me, so he just abandons it before it gets too real.

“Can you forgive me? Please. I know it was stupid. But I do the same shit every time. I love someone, I get scared, I jump ship.” He says with a pained look, tears ghosting his eyes and mask.

“Simon, I’m sorry. But what you did was….” I trail off to silence, not wanting to finish it.

He nods. “I understand.” His eyes tired, sad.

“Goodbye, Simon.”

“I love you, yn. Goodbye.”

“Love you too.” I walk out of the door, walking to my barrack.

It happens Everytime.

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sincerely not. (13)

↳ gojou satoru/reader

with an arranged marriage set in place, the sacred bond is doomed with a wife who wants to make the relationship work and a husband who’s ready to ruin it all. unbeknown to him, a tragic fate already lies within the pages of his romance book.

genre. heavy angst, unrequited love, arranged marriage, modern au, 18+

tags/warnings. profanity, explicit smut, physical abuse, violence, blood, strangulation/asphyxiation, mentions of past traumas, smothering, manslaughter, minor character death. please read at your own discretion.

notes. 13k wc. i tried to make it lighter bc the original draft was kinda heavy :(( but overall pls excuse my writing for this one. we’re gonna have one final arc until the series ends. beta read by my furrae @suhkusa uwu

series masterlist -> episode fourteen

FLASHBACK: The Gojou Mansion

“You made it, darling!” It was evident on the woman’s face that your arrival was anticipated with enthusiasm. Like a mother who adored her child, she treated you like her own and even kissed you on the cheek, praising you for your light blue ball gown as soon as you ran up to the older woman. “Our cute little Y/N has great taste in fashion.”

As you beamed towards Satoru’s mom, your own mother also smiled and embraced the said woman with familial warmth. They had been friends long before you were born in this world and watching how the two mothers naturally conversed with a sisterly bond reminded you of the same relationship that you had with Gen. It was a kind of bond similar to that of siblings that were bound by blood. They laughed together during their happiest days, cried tears in their loneliest, and even gave birth to two beautiful kids at nearly the same time.

“Sorry, we were stuck in heavy traffic,” your mother explained to the woman while your little hands carried the gift that you had chosen for your closest childhood friend. “Where’s the birthday boy?”

“Oh, he’s been pretty grumpy all day. He hasn’t smiled since the party began.” Satoru’s mom then led the way, guiding the mother and daughter outside to their spacious backyard that revealed an impressive medieval royal theme with castle turrets, large stone wall panels, hanging cloth pelmets, and funnily, a number of waiters hired to dress up as knights for the celebration. Everywhere you looked was a kingdom of your dreams. A peek into the past where kings and queens reigned supreme—where horses and carriages were the only modes of transportation, where having silk jacquard dresses signaled one’s nobility, and where swords, jewels, and crowns were considered the most prized possessions.

Being only seven years of age, Satoru was still considered a prince. His princess? It was no one other than you.

“There he is,” your mother pointed towards the birthday celebrant. “Go give him your gift, honey.”

The boy had a mantle draped around his shoulders as he looked around from his throne, scanning every kid that littered the area in this sunny afternoon until his eyes found you. Didn’t his mom say he hasn’t smiled all day? Well, right then and there, he was a grinning kid with sparkling eyes as he took off his royal cloak and rushed towards you. “Y/N, you’re here!”

Walking along the fresh ivy trails and garlands, you met each other halfway and the boy was looking at you as if you were the greatest gift he has received. The gleam in his eyes limned your cheeks incarnadine. “Happy birthday, Satoru.”

He took your glove-covered hand and placed a kiss on top of it like a true gentleman. The sweet act earned giggles from the older women who all cooed at the young lovebirds. “I thought you weren’t gonna come!”

“I won’t miss your birthday!” you offered a kiss on his cheek before you handed his present. “My gift.”

With curiosity dancing in his gaze, he took the box and tore the wrapping, opening it to see a 20-pack McLaren Hot Wheels set. It was impossible to find the best gift for a kid who already had it all, but you took the opportunity to choose a limited edition gift at the perfect timing because it was all he ever talked about for the past month. “Y/N… this is…”

“You said you wanna drive that car when you grow up,” you mentioned your previous conversations about his bucket lists, “so I gave you twenty of it!”

You could hear his mom and yours chuckling from a distance as they watched how their two kids sweetly interacted like a young couple. In this case, it was Satoru who was outwardly showing his keen interest towards you. It was Satoru who requested a medieval royal theme because he wanted to make you a princess. It was Satoru who took your hand, dragged you with him as he walked towards your mothers, and cleared his throat like he was an adult male instead of an innocent juvenile who had just turned seven.

“Auntie,” he spoke to your mom, hand clasped around yours as he continued, “I kissed Y/N.”

You restrained your breath and tugged his hand, cheeks reddening because you’ve fallen shy around the older women who expressed lighthearted squeals and exaggerated gasps at the little boy’s admission. Scared of your mom’s reaction, you looked away and hid behind Satoru while you could hear his mother scolding him for being a ‘naughty little boy’.

“Oh, you kissed our princess?” your mom played along, eyes showing a glint of amusement at the sight of you and him. At that point, you were trying your best to get the Satoru to stop talking but there was only so much you could do with a spoiled, stubborn kid.

Of course, he didn’t listen. He even became more confident in displaying his signature charming smile while facing your mother without a trace of coyness. “Auntie, you said Y/N can’t kiss anyone until she’s married, so I promise I’ll marry her.”

“Satoru!” His own mom felt a little embarrassed at her son’s blatant request. But since he was a child, everyone around the banquet found his words endearing.

“You’re gonna marry my daughter?” Your mom crouched down to pinch his cheeks. “Will you promise to take care of her?”

The little boy straightened his back and held your small, delicate hand tighter around his. “Yes. I promise.”

Gojou couldn’t think straight when he sped off the freeway nearing 200mph just to rush back to the penthouse. A word from his bodyguard gave him the knowledge that you ordered your driver to take you home and Satoru was certain that you would not stay with him tonight. Or ever. Perhaps he would come home to see you packing your bags, taking only what was necessary before you could completely walk away from his life. It would only take a few minutes to leave your shared home, but it would take a lifetime for him to accept that you would soon be gone.

He was crumbling into broken pieces. The thought of losing you was carving a painful stamp on his chest each time his mind repeated your agonizing words. ‘I want a divorce’, your resolute voice sounded like a broken record, making him wish that he could go deaf than hear you say those words over and over again. How did it all come down to this? What made you suddenly decide on a separation without telling him? Have you been planning it all this time? Or could it be that you have fallen in love with someone else? He felt undeniably stupid because he couldn’t find the answer to his questions. And he felt even more pathetic that he was once in a position swearing on his life that he would be the one to divorce you without regret.

Now that things have changed, now that you were the only woman he could see in a room full of people—it was beginning to hit him as though he was standing in front of a bullet train that was accelerating off the rail at lightning speed. His wife, his partner in life. He wasn’t ready to let you go and he would never even think of doing so. There was not even the tiniest scintilla of hesitation when he left the company’s celebration because nothing was more important than you. Who cares about the CEO position? Who cares about the merger? His thoughts were only filled with the thought of his beautiful, loving wife who owned every inch of his heart.

Call him desperate, but he was truly, genuinely scared. He was facing his biggest fears in life by thinking of how easy it would be for you to take the same path as his mother did. For him, seeing you leave will wreck him ten times worse than when his own mother walked out of his life. It was haunting to even think about and he was incessantly refusing the thought before he could lose his sanity. He could barely even breathe when he stepped out of the express elevator, immediately dashing across the corridor until he finally reached his destination.

Until he finally reached you.

In denial, in pain, and in sorrow was how Satoru found himself when he entered the penthouse and saw you walking out of the closet with a small bag that had some of your important items. His feet carried him to you long before you even got to notice his presence, only facing him after he already latched a hand around your wrist. “Baby… Don’t do this. Let’s talk.”

There was no change from the rigid expression on your face. You simply pulled your hand out of his grasp and walked past him, but he shamelessly followed your trail like a lost puppy begging for attention. “I’ve given you a chance to talk.”

“But…” Confusion then painted his face. Your voice, cold and toneless. Your face, stern and apathetic. For the first time in his life, Gojou was afraid of you because it felt like he was seeing a different person instead of his wife. “I don’t understand why you’d suddenly—”

With a heavy sigh, you dropped your bag atop the bed before you turned around to look at your husband. “Can you stop fooling me?” you raised your voice, eyebrows furrowing as you glared at him. “Stop acting like you care about me. Stop pretending like you… like you wanna be with me. I’m doing you a favor by setting you free, so go be with the person you love!”

“But I don’t want anyone else!” he countered, holding your arms and forcing you to look at his shiny blue eyes. “Y/N, I already told you I wanna be with you. I want you. Just you. I’m gonna lose my mind.”

“Stop. Stop it.” It was evident on your face that you had no intentions of listening to his truthful words. Everything that came out of his mouth must have sounded like a lie to you, but Gojou was willing to do whatever it would take just to get you to believe him. With this thought in mind, he pulled you for a hug despite your unwillingness to listen. He wrapped his arms around your frame and buried his face into your shoulder, but instead of softening within his embrace, you sighed and tried to push him off. “Get off.”

He refused and shook his head like a stubborn child. “No. Tell me why you’re mad first,” his voice cracked as he spoke, “T-Tell me why you want a divorce. You can’t just—”

“Because I can’t stay in this marriage with you.” Once more, you pressed your hands on his chest and separated yourself from him. Satoru didn’t expect to see your tearful eyes that mirrored his as you looked up at him. You were breathing through your mouth, chest heaving as you tried to refrain any tears from falling. “You’re having a family with Sera. Do you really think you can keep doing this to me? Isn't it enough that I suffered in this marriage with you?”

Sera? Satoru was stupefied by the mention of her name. But more than that, his heart was aching because he couldn’t handle seeing the painful look on your face. Your pain was his, your tears were his as well. You shared the same heart and soul. “I’m not having a family with her. I’d never do that to you,” he denied it like his life was on the line. “Please, Y/N. I already chose you. We’re married.”

“Married,” a laugh of disbelief flew out of your lips, “If you care so much about our marriage, then why did you go around and get someone else pregnant? I saw you in the hospital with her so don’t deny it! She has your baby.”

Putting the puzzle pieces together, his mind took him back to the time where he brought Sera to the OB-GYN and he could now understand where your anger was coming from. Fuck. He messed this all up. Of course, who in the right mind would stay with their spouse after they assumed that they had gotten another woman pregnant? Gojou was frantically shaking his head in realization. “No, no. Wait, it was a misunderstanding,” he pleaded, cupping your cheeks so you could only look at him. “She’s not pregnant and I just wanted to be sure. That's the only reason I took her there. You can even ask Ieiri if you don’t believe me, but… I promise. I already broke it off with Sera because I wanna be devoted to you. I wanna right my wrongs and I need you to trust my words, please.”

The revelation seemed to have surprised you because your eyes widened for a minute, stuck on his gaze while in deep thought. The disarray inside your head was reflecting through your perplexed mien and Gojou wished that he had the ability to read minds because seeing you internally forming your own conclusion was making him crazy. He was powerless when you had already decided on your own. How could he even defend himself if you refused to hear him out?

“Even if she isn’t pregnant…” You held your breath and suppressed any extreme emotions from coming out. “Even if she isn’t, I’ve already decided. We’re not meant together.”

Satoru ignored the throbbing pain in his heart. “Don’t say that. Don’t, please. We need to talk this out and work our differences out like a normal couple, I… I can’t live without you.” It must be shocking to hear your husband pouring out his feelings this much because it wasn’t something that he had done throughout the course of your marriage. And if only he had done it, if only he had communicated, this would have never happened. Now, he was at the edge of a cliff, ready to fall with just one word from you. How could he salvage his marriage when it was him who ruined it in the first place?

It appeared that you had the same trail of thought as you spoke again. “You made it clear from the very start of our marriage, from the very first night after our wedding, that you and I will never work.” As much as you tried to hold it in, tears spilled from your eyes while you gazed up at him. He couldn’t do anything but to press your foreheads together, holding your cheeks as he stared at your beautiful yet downcast face. It broke him. It painfully broke him to see you like this. “Satoru, d-did you ever stop to think about everything that you did to me while I was with you? I know that you didn’t want this marriage and I know that you wanted to marry Sera regardless of how you feel for her now. I know that you hated coming home to me and I know that you’ve been insulting me behind my back. I… I felt like I wanted to die, for many reasons, than to be with you. I felt like I wasn’t worthy of love, because you made me feel so. D-Did you ever think of my pain?”

Hearing the aftereffects of the things that he had done to you was not only devastating, but it also made everything feel like the Earth took a stop from spinning on its axis. Time has slowed down and restrained all of his thoughts, trapping his mind in an endless void where only pain was a sensation that dominated over everything else. His vision got blurry from the accumulation of tears that were pooling in his eyes because he could see how your own tears cascaded down your cheeks. “I’m sorry,” he couldn’t breathe一his voice quivered uncontrollably as he realized how much of a nightmare he had been, “Y/N, I-I’m sorry… I was a monster to you.”

It was excruciating to see his wife crying because of him. He had heard similar things from you when you had a falling out back in Bora Bora, but he was a different man back then. He was spiteful, unforgivable, and just plain cruel. Memories of the hurtful things that he did to you came flashing back right before his eyes, blinding him of the wounds that left a huge gash in your innocent heart.

“Even if you hated our marriage, I-I was not a complete stranger to you,” you cried, breathing through your mouth as your chest rose and fell. He tried to wipe your dampened cheeks with his thumb, but his own tears had fallen on your skin as he thought of the misery that he had put you through. “You’ve known me since we were born. Once in your life, you thought of me as a real friend. We were each other’s partners in crime. We supported each other’s dreams and made promises to be there for one another. I know that time separated us, that our experiences made us distant, but how could you hurt me this much? How could you treat me like a person you’ve never once cared about?”

Scars never leave, Gojou could see them now. He could see why一no matter how much he tried to make things work一you would always remember all the damages he had done. Those memories could never be erased. They have already imprinted a significant amount of pain in your most agonizing memories and the only way he could think of fixing his mistakes was to suffer the same. “I was blinded by rage,” he spoke softly, momentarily closing his eyes but keeping your foreheads connected together. “I thought Sera was the woman I could spend the rest of my life with, so all I did was blame you for trying to keep us apart. I-I used my anger as an excuse to detach myself from you because I was so fucking stupid… I’m damn stupid for thinking that my life should revolve around her. It doesn’t. My life is with you.”

“It’s too late.”

“It’s not.” He opened his eyes to see you wiping your cheeks while you returned to giving him an unforgiving stare. It was impressive how you managed to keep your emotions in check even after you released a bucket of tears—perhaps it was an acquired ability after having your own husband constantly neglecting and demeaning you. “It’s not too late. I’m willing to do anything for you.”

He was practically hopeless at this point, but even at that, you refused. “Be happy that this divorce will set you free—”

“I don’t want that!” Satoru had to pull away when his emotions got the best of him because he didn’t mean to yell at you. He was only distraught from how firm you were about divorcing him. His hands were shaking terribly because the traumatic memory of how adamant his mother was in leaving him was how he saw this situation in front of his eyes. It was history repeating itself—a sight that would blow his heart into smithereens.

Thankfully, you didn’t flinch from his loud voice. What you did do was take a step back, becoming more and more indifferent as if you were placing a wall between the two of you. As if you had prepared yourself for the paroxysm of emotions that would burst out of him. The lack of proper lighting made the atmosphere a lot more emotional than it seemed, but despite the dimness, your luminescence was brighter than the envious moon. “It’s what I want, not you. This divorce is for me and not for you. My decision is final.”

This can’t be… This can’t happen. He couldn’t afford losing you.

“Y/N… no, please.” Gojou had already bawled, weeping his heart out as he clung to your arms and forced you to look up at his pitiful face. He had no reasons to deny his feelings anymore so he had to say the words that were dying to pour out of him. “I love you. I-I’m so in love with you. I can’t think straight when I’m not with you. My heart feels lonely when I can’t see you. Y/N, you’re my life now and I’ll… I’ll do anything just to make you stay.”

‘I love you.’

You didn’t believe that you would ever hear those three words from him.

And you never thought that you would see this day. You never thought that Satoru, the man who always took pride in being superior among everyone else, would fall on his knees like a sinner begging for forgiveness. His crystal blue eyes were lachrymose as faint tears streamed down on his cheeks and he clung to your waist like a child grasping helplessly to stop you from leaving. “A-Anything you want… P-Please.”

You had to turn your face away because your ice cold heart was beginning to melt for him. However, despite your pretentious austerity, your guilt was eating you alive while you were seeing him like this. “Don’t do that. You look pathetic.”

“I don’t wanna lose you.” While his breakdown was already surprising, his desperation was what led him to further take your hand, placing it next to his face as if he was ready for any damages that you could inflict. “Please hit me. Hit me however many times you want. Slap me until you’re satisfied. Curse at me, scream at me, pour your anger out on me. I’ll take all of it. Just…” he squeezed your hand, chest heaving as he gasped for air, “just don’t leave m-me.”

It was for the first time that you actually felt your heart breaking in half, not because of your pain, but because of his. Seeing him willingly offering himself to physical abuse was not within your intentions and it tore you apart to see your husband projecting his own trauma after realizing that he was on the verge of losing you. How sad was it that he started viewing violence as a way to seek forgiveness? You never wanted to make him suffer to this extent. You never aimed to wreck his soul by using his own traumatic experiences against him, because no matter how messed up Satoru was as a husband, you cared for him as a person.

“Get up,” you ordered, pulling his shaking hands as you tried to blink your tears away.

He looked at the floor and shook his head. “No… I’ll keep begging on my knees if I have to.”

“I said get up and look at me.” As your tone became stricter than the last, he followed your instructions and slowly got up until his tall figure towered over you. He was squeezing both of your hands, tears streaming down on his cheeks as you leaned back against the wall and sighed. “So you love me now, but what happens when you find another reason to hate me again? What happens when you realize that I can’t fulfill the role you want me to have as your wife? You’re always indecisive. What if you wake up one day and suddenly wanna get back with Sera again? Or if you meet another woman?”

You could tell that your questions were sinking into him in a negative way and he was determined to reject every single thought. “Y/N, I won’t change my mind. I wanna keep loving you for the rest of my life. I-I know it’s hard to believe b-but….” It was instinct for him to hold your cheeks again, backing you against the wall and leaning in closer, “...but I’m being true. I’ll make it a lifelong promise to make it up to you.”

Truthfully, you didn’t know what you wanted. You were burdened by the conflict in your head and you found yourself stuck on your feet, unable to do anything but wrap a hand around his wrist as you felt him inching closer to your face. You broke me first, you wanted to tell him. He was the reason why you’ve become the way you were now一a cold, seemingly heartless wife who cared none for her husband’s emotional breakdown. Of course, it was just a front since the divorce was initially a result of a misunderstanding. However, because of the stockpile of misery that he had placed on your shoulders, you were able to open the bottle and spill your woes about this marriage.

You were no saint. You could forgive, but forgetting was not easy. It could take him months, years, or possibly a lifetime to try and remove all the heart-wrenching memories that were already engraved in your heart.

In the face of your inner turmoil, looking at your husband’s eyes was somehow calming. The vivid blues around his irises were sincere but lonely. You could feel the tip of his nose pressing against yours as he held your face with such yearning, unaware that you were longing for the same affection as him. Was it too wrong to let things slip for tonight? You allowed him to lean in and close the distance by pressing his lips on top of yours. Your emotions let your heart win over your mind as you kissed him with equal fervor, warm tears spilling from your closed eyes while Satoru tilted his head to deepen the kiss. He, too, was drowning from the surge of his own tears. There was saltiness that went with the taste of his tongue that was rolling against yours, breathing you in like suction as though this was the first time the two of you had ever kissed.

It was a shared burning desire that ignited flames in your respective hearts when you allowed more passion from the synchronization of your lips. Your back was pressed against the cold concrete while you placed a hand on his chest, fingers on autopilot as you reached to unbutton his shirt. He was breathing raspily from your mouth before he ran his tongue on your lower lip, sucking the plump flesh without any care of how you peeled the coat off his body. You watched him roughly pulling the tie off of his neck before he encased your lips back to his. The tips of your fingers were cold, but his chest was warm when you managed to undo every single button on his shirt.

Everything was passing through your vision in a complete blur because you had tears brimming under your lids. How long has it been since you last kissed him like this? You couldn’t understand why it hurt to love your own husband without any repercussions.

“I love you,” you could hear him say as he continued latching his mouth onto yours. “I love you. I love you.”

You’ve decided to hold back from responding for now. What you focused on was to relish the taste of his buttery soft lips. Your thoughts were on a hundred meter sprint and you were already stumbling in bed, back falling against the mattress with your legs wrapped around Satoru’s waist while he worked on unzipping your dress from the back. “This…” You looked up at him as he hovered over you. “This is just for tonight.”

Pain stretched into his face. “No…” He kissed you. “Don’t, please. I wanna be with you.”

Anyone would know that he was in despair. It wasn’t normal to see Gojou being this emotional in the middle of intimacy, but you allowed him to undress you, leaving you bare of any clothing as he pressed himself down on you. “Mm,” you couldn’t help but bite back a moan through his mouth, hands travelling down to reach for his fly. You were able to unbuckle his belt easily, unzipping his pants the next because the feeling of intense longing was spilling between you two. He was already trailing soft kisses along your jawline while cupping your sore breast to give it a wanton squeeze. His breath tickled your ear when he moved his mouth on your neck, sucking and nibbling until his kisses landed on your collarbone. At this point, you have already successfully released his aching member from the restriction of his underwear and he was gazing down at you with a glint of saddened lust.

Your husband’s cheeks were damp and your lips were moist when you kissed him again. You kissed each other to no end一your hand pulling on his mop of white hair, his hand kneading your bosom, and your folds gliding along his length as his hips undulated gently to garner titillating whimpers from you. “S-Satoru…” You felt the muscles on his back flexing when you dug your nails on his skin, gasping into his mouth while he continued to grind his hardened cock between your labia.

You were suppressing a moan due to the combustion of flames inside of you and he pulled away from kissing your neck by fondly staring at your face. “You’re so beautiful to me,” he whispered, planting kisses all over your face一cheeks, jaw, nose, forehead, “so… so beautiful.”

Hearing him say that did not earn your smile. In fact, it brought tears back in your eyes because you remembered just how much you wanted to hear those very words from him on your first night. Were you a masochist? You couldn’t fathom how you were able to last this long in your marriage without receiving those sweet words from your husband. And now that he said it, now that he allowed you to hear it, you were a weeping mess. “You didn’t e-even look at me on our first night together.”

“I…” He shared the sorrow in your eyes while wiping your cheeks. After resting his lips on top of yours, he then pressed your foreheads together so he could look at your face. The way he stared at you made you think as if he could feel your pain ten times worse. “I’m sorry.” Faint droplets from his eyes landed on your cheek. “Let me love and appreciate you from this day forward.”

You should have done it from the start. You couldn’t stop the searing pain in your chest, but you pulled him back so his kisses could distract your heartbreaking memories of Iceland. “Make love to me,” the request flew off your lips before you realized it.

He blinked slowly, attaching his lips on your cheek while caressing your skin. “If you let me… I’ll show you how much I love you. Just you.”

Your chest was a pendulum that rose and fell through heavy breaths. As you nodded to give him your consent, he gave you one last kiss before reaching for the bedside drawer. His movements confused you until you saw him pulling out a familiar square packet from a box, later ripping the wrapper between his teeth. “Satoru,” you stopped his hand, “no need to use a condom.”

He propped an elbow on the side of your head as a leverage to lift himself off of you. “It’s safer,” he spoke under his breath. “You don’t wanna get pregnant.”

You responded by snatching the packet out of his hand, flinging it back to the drawer before you pulled him down to kiss you again. “You can pull out.” It was tough to drag a heavy guy like him when you shifted positions so you could straddle his lap. You hadn’t realized that the both of you had cold sweats sticking on your skin until you were sitting chest-to-chest, meeting each other’s panting breaths while his hand held a tight grip on your buttocks. You let your own hands roam around his shoulders, feeling the softness of his lips on the valley between your breasts, soon rolling his tongue around your nipple to elicit a salacious mewl out of you. “Mmm.”

He released your tit from his mouth with a pop and placed his fingers on your entrance as if to test if you were ready to take him fully. You met his pleasurable actions by wrapping a hand around his lengthy cock, swollen pink head leaking of precum as you pumped your fist around him. “Ngh一babe, wait… I’m too aroused.”

Although you stopped doing the job on his member, he didn’t cease from doing circular motions on your clit, stimulating your cunny as your mouth parted open from the sensual gratification. “Y-You said… you told me before that you weren’t hard enough to have sex with me.”

Surely, he could remember his exact words from the night of your honeymoon because his guilt was oozing from his face. “It’s not true.” His voice was almost pleading, dewy blue eyes shining like diamonds. He raked his fingers through his hair as he glanced at your lips. “Just imagining you drives me crazy.”

You were holding onto his shoulders when he hoisted you up to place his tip on your entrance, allowing you to sit slowly and adjust yourself as his girth stretched you with a burning sensation. “A-Aah—! S-Satoru!” He kissed you to silent your whimpers—guttural moans falling out of his own lips at the feeling of your bodies connected again. Of him filling you up once more. Of you, shamelessly moaning his name until sunrise.

It had been a while. Maybe that was why the two of you were driven by overflowing passion and lust as you began moving on a slow rhythm on his hips. His cock was twitching while he penetrated your velvet walls and you were bending your back to look at the ceiling, soaking in every sensation that sent euphoric shivers down your spine. Your husband’s large calloused hands held your waist so he could thrust himself upward before he rested his back against the headboard. At that moment, he was looking at you like he was mesmerized. “I’m so fucking in love with you.”

How many times had he said those words tonight? You’ve lost count and you were not in the right mind because you were engulfed in the way his cock was going in and out of your core, your tender breasts bouncing as you rolled your hips on top of him. In the middle of your lovemaking, he strangely held your hand and intertwined it with his. “Mm—why—!”

“I can’t have this with anyone else,” he said, feeling every inch of you with glossy eyes appreciating your mere presence in his life. He kissed both of your hands and changed the control by flipping you over to return to your previous position, except your legs were now on his shoulders as he fervently fucked you. “C-Can’t have anyone b-but you—agh…Y/N...”

You gripped the sheets with balled fists as your husband continued to rut into your sweet pussy at a faster pace, and it was only until you started feeling a familiar clench on your chest when you asked him to decrease his speed. “Satoru, slow… slow down a little.”

You’ve consulted your doctor about it before and you were told that sex wouldn’t pose a big problem to your health. If anything, it was just the same as taking an early morning jog for exercise where you could release a few sweat without any worry. It was no threat to your heart and you had diligently taken all of your medicines this morning knowing that the events tonight would be stressful, but you still wanted to be cautious for your own sake.

“Am I hurting you? Look at me,” he worriedly asked, softly cupping your cheek. You immediately shook your head and urged him to continue snapping his hips into you at a gentler pace. His cock was already covered with slick when you took a peek to where your bodies were connected. “Baby.”

“It’s fine,” you reassured, looking back up at him and feeling a coil in your lower abdomen when he reached a certain spot. “A-Aah!” The more he hit it, the more you were clenching around him. And he continued doing so by thrusting into you at a slow, but consistent pace. You were getting sore at every slam of his pelvis because it had been sometime since the two of you were last intimate. Somehow, you assumed that your lack of sexual activity was also the reason why your stomach felt firmer than normal. Your body might have been adjusting again when you felt light cramps on your tummy. “I… I think I’m gonna cum.”

You appreciated the way he adjusted himself and dragged his length in and out of you with more passion and less roughness. The height of your orgasm made you see stars as you lay your hands flat on his chest, arching your back as you creamed all over his cock when he went deeper into your core. You were gasping for breath with eyes closed, recovering from your climax before you felt your husband’s lips reattached to yours.

And before you could open your eyes again, he had already pulled out and released his warm seed outside of your cunt. “You weren’t into it,” he stated with a voice laced with sadness, soon falling on top of you but kissing your temple nonetheless.

“We’re not exactly in a situation where I can fully enjoy it,” you replied, truthfully, “and it’s the last time we’ll do it.”

His eyes appeared even more downcast after hearing those words. The lack of color on his face was because of the realization that you were still pushing through with the divorce. His reaction was normal, but what he wasn’t aware of was the fact that you were simply afraid that you would put your health at risk if you’ve fallen deeper in love with him. It was a struggle enough to inevitably love him this way, how much more if you became emotionally dependent on him? He could easily take his words back and ruin you entirely. Unfortunately, trusting was an issue that you’ve obtained because of your complicated marriage.

“I’m sorry, I won’t sign any papers you give me,” was his response, burying his face into the crook of your neck with a deep exhale. It was also the last conversation that you shared until the both of you fell asleep after your emotional night.

It was such a night full of tears, heartbreak, and yearning. Your initial plan was to announce the divorce, take a few of your things from the penthouse, and come home to your father’s mansion. You were never expecting that your husband would sob on his knees and ask you to inflict physical damage on him just to make you stay. If he hadn’t told you that he loved you, it would have been difficult to soften your wounded heart around him, but after knowing Gojou since you were born, you knew that he wouldn’t carelessly throw I love you’s without meaning it.

At around quarter past three, you woke up again from your slumber to find yourself on top of your husband. His arms were tight around your waist as if he was certain that you would sneak out in the middle of the night to leave him. His brows were furrowed when you took a peek at his angelic face and deep down, you were feeling bad to see how much he had broken down in front of you just a few hours ago.

You would have easily returned to sleep so you could cozy up to your husband and enjoy the warmth of your skin against his, but the ceaseless sound of the doorbell that echoed through the walls of your home had long awakened you.

The noise even drew out a groan from Satoru’s lips as he shifted from bed, checking the clock and sighing heavily. “Who the hell’s that?” he murmured to himself.

“I’ll get it,” you insisted, moving out of his hold and swiftly wrapping yourself with a robe. Your husband was already getting up from bed, wearing his boxers while you were knotting the tie around your waist. “I said I’ll get it.”

He declined your offer and gently pushed you to sit on your bed. “It’s okay. Stay here.”

You understood that he was only being protective, but you were also curious to know who the late-night intruder would be. The last time such a thing happened, it was Sera who greeted you from the door with a piercing look on her face after labeling you a homewrecker for sleeping with your own husband. How much has time passed since then? You remembered having to suffer a lot that time. Gojou had never shown you any ounce of affection back then, but you have always tried to understand their side even to a point where you painted yourself as the villain.

Would Sera be showing up at your front door again? Because this time around, you would be standing your ground. You had not even asked Satoru about the scratch on his cheek, but you suspected that it either had something to do with Sera or he got it while he was out drinking all night. If she had found out that she wasn’t pregnant and Gojou had broken up with her, she would not have easily accepted that. There must have been a crazy argument that happened between the two of them.

With all these thoughts lingering in your head, you soon followed your husband who was standing at the door with a horrified expression. It seemed like he had frozen from the spot because of whatever was going on and you made a haste move of walking closer to see… Nana’s caregiver.

“Hey,” you greeted in confusion, holding your husband’s arm as you faced the woman. Her eyes were bloodshot from the tears that she appeared to have shed. “Wh-What’s going on?”

She swallowed hard before answering. “Sorry, we couldn’t reach Satoru all night, but… your Nana. She was rushed to the hospital.”

It was insane to see how much had happened in a span of one night.

You were partly to blame because you started all this chaos when you announced your divorce at the Gojou Group’s 50th Anniversary and everything else was a domino effect after that. The merger would not have pushed through and the reaction from your families must have been wild. It was only now that you finally had a look at the bigger picture and how things have affected the people around you. You didn’t mean for any of this to happen.

It was your selfishness to file a divorce that became the root cause of all this.

Although your husband had temporarily recovered from his emotional breakdown, there was no stopping the tears that gushed out of his eyes again. You could barely keep up when he ran across the hall, passing patient after patient, gaining the attention of curious doctors and nurses as the two of you rushed to try and find the emergency room. For his sake, you tried your best to ignore the nausea that you felt from the hospital’s olfaction. You tried your best to ignore the growing pain in your chest because of the amount of stress that would accumulate at the wee hours of the morning. You could only hold his arm as he approached the nurses station, taking the chance to use a GTN spray under your tongue to avoid an attack. Because Satoru was heavily distracted, he didn’t notice what you did and you were saved from the series of questions that he could have asked about your health.

You were not his priority tonight. His grandmother was on the median between life and death and all you had to do was be there to bring him comfort.

As he desperately uttered Nana’s name towards the nurse, he tapped his fingers on the counter and you saw how his hands were trembling again. “Where’s she, please? What room number?”

A head nurse soon came back to speak to your husband with a rueful expression. “Mr. Gojou?” Your husband immediately turned to her. “Your grandmother has been transferred to the mortuary.”

No way… Satoru had completely spaced out.

“M-Mortuary?” you asked again. This couldn’t happen.

“Yes,” the head nurse answered. “She was confirmed dead on arrival.”

Why and how did this happen? You’ve known Nana since you were a little girl and it devastated you to know that she passed away. The thought of her death reminded you of the trauma that you suffered when you lost your mom and it was a feeling that sent you into an abyss of melancholy. Losing a family member was your biggest fear in life and you knew that staying long in this hospital while engulfed with the miasma of death might end up giving you the most vivid flashbacks of your mom’s passing from when you were younger. You could just walk away and say that you couldn’t proceed going further to see Nana in the mortuary, but seeing the way Satoru shut his eyes in anguish, your care for his well-being dominated your fears.

At least, in your case, you had the chance to say goodbye to your mother before her demise. Satoru had to face seeing his grandma in her deathbed without even hearing any word from her before she departed from life. He was already racked with the pain of his mom leaving him and you could only imagine the amount of depression that would kick in after the other maternal figure that your husband loved so dearly was now gone. Forever. Nana was the one who took care of him after his mom left. Nana was the one who, despite her old age, protected Satoru from his father’s anger issues whenever she was within vicinity of his rage. Nana, the kind old lady who gave you the gold bracelet, was the same woman who wanted to see you and his grandson living a happy, married life.

It pained you to hear that she was deceased, but the bereft that Gojou was suffering was exceedingly torturous.

“Satoru, calm down.”

“Na...Nana.”

He was struggling to breathe by the time you reached the hallway outside of the mortuary where you saw Yuuta sitting on one of the benches, looking extremely traumatized and agitated from the very sudden death of his foster grandparent. He was quick to get up as soon as he saw his older brother and tried to console him by mirroring the same lamentation on his face. “Nii-san.”

“What happened?” Satoru was so close to falling apart. His voice was breaking each time he spoke and you had to be the one to hold his arm for support. “What...Why did this happen?”

Yuuta’s face was a contortion of ambivalence, seemingly wanting to speak about something but was deciding against it. His countenance was similar to a person guilty of a crime, but you did not place any judgement on an eighteen year-old who simply wanted to comfort his brother’s loss.

Unfortunately, before he could answer, Satoru’s stepmother came into view with a male doctor who was speaking to her about the process of Nana’s autopsy. She was initially calm and composed, but she suddenly burst into tears as soon as her eyes landed on you and your husband. She even had a handkerchief ready to wipe her tears as she began wailing. “This is all your fault!” she sobbed, mourning Nana’s loss while blaming your spouse. “She was shocked to hear the news of the divorce and because of that, she… she suffered from cardiac arrest.”

It couldn’t be. You refused to believe that Nana’s death was caused by the divorce because you knew that she was a woman who could contain her emotions very well. Could she really have taken the news so badly that it ended with such a tragic outcome? Your husband was already pressing his head against the wall, hands laid flat on the concrete as he shut his eyes in grief. “Nana,” he cried, shaking his head, “Nana… No, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, this is一this all my fault.”

“It’s not,” you teared up for your husband, soothing his back to reassure that none of this was your desire. “Shh. It’s gonna be okay一”

“Be swallowed by guilt for the rest of your life!” His stepmom yelled at Satoru from a mere six feet away. Yuuta was then trying his best to silence his mother to no avail. “You killed your grandma because of your incompetence! If you treated your wife well, the divorce would never have happened, the merger would have pushed through, and your Nana would have still been alive. This is all on you!”

Satoru sobbed against the wall, unable to separate himself from the cold concrete as he tormented himself with the undeserved blame. It wrecked you to see him crying helplessly, but it also urged you to stand up against his stepmom.

“It’s not fair to put the blame on him,” you responded in utter disbelief, “he didn’t want this and nor did I.”

The woman simply avoided your gaze and continued to glare at her stepson. “You should step down from your position in the company,” she suddenly brought up, prompting Satoru to turn around and look at her with a puzzled face, “Since you’ve given this family so much shame, it’s only right for you to do so.”

Why was she mentioning such matters of inheritance at a time of someone’s demise?

[warning]

As perplexed as you and Satoru were, his father suddenly walked out of the mortuary, wiping his eyes behind his glasses before noticing his son’s presence next to you.

“D-Dad.”

“You son of a一!”

Your father-in-law was seeing red. He didn’t hold back on throwing his fist across his son’s face, rendering him speechless with a busted lip as he continued to throw multiple punches without mercy. You were completely petrified at the sight of your husband willingly receiving the ruthless strikes until his nose started bleeding. No, the old man didn’t stop there. He even went as far as throttling Satoru on the neck, restricting his son’s breathing while he teared up from all the beating that he received.

“Stop!” you screamed, trying to separate the two as your hands began to shake. “Don’t hurt him!”

Yuuta helped you by grappling his stepdad away from Satoru, but the old man was far too absorbed in letting his own son have a taste of hell through his demon rage. “Dad, stop it.”

“D-Dad, I-I’m s-sorry.” Your husband was pressed against the wall, face turning red from the lack of oxygen before his father hit him across the face one more time without any remorse.

“You see what you’ve done?! Do you see?!” His growling voice echoed through the hallways and he was never going to let Satoru go until the nurses and bodyguards rushed to separate the two after seeing the entire scene before their eyes.

“Sir, that’s enough.”

“You’re causing a disturbance to other patients.”

Your chest was tightening from all the things that you’ve had to witness and you felt like throwing up from the nausea that the old man’s brutality had shown, but you had to gather yourself together to quickly take your husband in your arms. You had to be strong for his sake because God knows how much it shattered you to see his fists violently shaking after being thrashed by his own father. Satoru deserved none of this. He did not deserve to be blamed for the death of a person that he loved, he did not deserve to be beaten into a bloody pulp to serve as his father’s punching bag, and he did not deserve the pain of having no one else by his side to provide him even the tiniest bit of comfort.

This was the moment where you finally understood why Satoru had been desperate to make you stay.

“Hey,” you crouched down as he fell on the floor, pulling a handkerchief to wipe the blood on his nose, “It’s okay. I’m here… I’m here. I won’t let him near you again.” You let him rest his head on your chest as you silently cried together, embracing him with your warmth and allowing him to mourn for his loss. You had to get Yuuta to call for a nurse and give your husband some first aid treatment for his bruises while you watched how your father-in-law walked away together with his wife, stopping in their tracks as soon as they crossed another person’s path.

It was Satoru’s mother.

She was standing still like a statue, eyes widened in horror as she looked at him from a distance. She must have witnessed all the violence that her own son had just received. But because you were too drained, you did not have the energy to greet her and simply observed from afar how she slapped your father-in-law’s face. “How dare you hit my son!”

Was it the first time she had seen him hitting Satoru? Was she not aware that her son had been physically abused by his father’s own hands? With the way your mother-in-law was seething, it seemed as if she had no single knowledge that this wasn’t the first time that her own flesh and blood had to receive that much violence.

Satoru, while wrapped in your arms, weakly looked up to see his mother in a fit of rage in front of her ex-husband and second wife. “Mom…”

“Just stay here with me,” you told him, wiping the faint tears on his cheek. So many things were happening in a single day that you were so close to fainting. You couldn’t even properly grieve Nana’s death because of all the family conflicts that were ensuing. When will all of this end?

“Don’t you have any respect for your mother? This is how you grieve for her death?” The sound of Satoru’s mom’s voice rang in your ears as she yelled at her ex-husband. “You never changed! If I had known that you were hitting my son, I wouldn’t have left him with you!”

“It’s not the right time to discuss this bullshit with you. You’re not my family anymore,” was his response before he proceeded to walk out with his second wife following him behind—a subtle smirk visible on her face. She demanded for Yuuta to follow them despite the boy’s reluctance and left the place without even turning back.

This was a lot to process. Even Satoru himself was discombobulated as he heard the brief exchange between his parents, wincing as the nurse tended to the bruises that he obtained on his face. You squeezed his hand as you both looked at his mother who was now fast approaching together with Nana’s caregiver.

In an instant, she was sitting next to Satoru to carefully examine his wounds. “My son.” There was pain in her voice一not just simple pain, but an amalgam of sorrow, heartbreak, and regret. A mother’s love was unparalleled and you’ve had your fair share of receiving the same nurturing affection so you could understand why your husband seemed to have felt more relaxed. For Satoru, his mother’s presence was the most calming of all. “Are you okay? How can mom make it better?”

Instead of shunning her like he normally did, he allowed her to give him a comforting hug. “Nana, she… She must have been surprised.”

You exhaled and closed your eyes. “We weren’t expecting that the divorce would affect her this much.” It was physically, mentally, and emotionally draining. You haven’t even had the time to check your phone knowing that you probably had dozens of calls from your own family.

“I’m sorry to chime in, but…” the caregiver trailed off as you all turned to look at her, “I don’t think Nana died because of that.”

Sera was livid.

She couldn’t believe that you would have the audacity to say those things to her face as if you weren’t the one who stole Gojou away from her. Saying bullshit like ‘you seem to want everything that I have’ was such an insult for Sera to hear because why would she want something that was rightfully hers in the first place? Regardless if you and Satoru had been childhood friends, he never would have fallen in love with her if he truly loved you. Besides, he was only desperate to be with you now because he was striving to reach the CEO position, and by then, he would leave you to come running back to Sera.

She didn’t feel as angry when Satoru ignored her when she tried to stop him from chasing after you last night. She was simply surprised, but had let things be knowing that a conflict was arising between the two of you. More arguments would be a win-win situation for Sera because Gojou would soon realize how much of a deceitful, vile person you were.

She already expected prior to the celebration that you were going to parade yourself wearing a designer dress while walking around with your so-called husband to get everyone’s attention. You were an attention seeker so that was not a surprise. What shocked Sera mostly was how you pulled up in a sexy dress that made you look like a cheap whore. Maybe, that was the real you after all. All that elegance was just a facade to hide your true nature.

Still and all, that was not the main concern for today. The reason why she met up with Naoya was to ask him about the stupid dress that he made her wear. She was invited to visit their mansion so that they could have a private talk at their spacious outdoor patio and Sera had to refrain herself from becoming enthralled with the impressive architecture of their chateau. If she wasn’t too frustrated, she would have complimented how magnificent the Zen’ins’ property was.

“You set me up. It was her old dress!” she snapped, huffing as she sat at one of the chairs in the patio.

Imported English teas and biscuits were prepared for her on the table as Naoya himself then sat across from her. After hearing Sera’s accusation, he was quick to widen his eyes in surprise. “No way. Really?”

He had no idea? Sera reached for the huge paper bag that had the dress and handed it to him. “That damn dress. You knew she rejected it for her wedding, didn’t you?”

Naoya took a sip from his teacup, only smiling after he put it down. “How would I know that? I wasn’t even invited to their wedding.”

Right. But then again, that girl from Elie Saab was his friend so he could have an idea. Sera refused to accept his reason. “I’m pretty sure that Meredith girl told you.”

Under the sunlight brought by this clear afternoon, the guy’s hair was an ashen grey with dark tips that accentuated his golden saintly features. If Sera wasn’t so in love with Satoru, she would have openly expressed how handsome Naoya was. “Meredith told me that the dress was made for someone but she didn’t say who,” he explained, relaxed and unbothered. “Look, how would I know it was Y/N-chan’s dress if it was never specified to me?”

Sera considered this: if this man was lying, he would look unsettled right now. He would feel uncomfortable under her accusatory gaze and probably be guilt-ridden for trying to fool her. Naoya seemed like a genuine guy and Sera was a very perceptive person so she would have easily noticed from his body language that he was lying.

He showed none of those.

“You still made me wear a wedding dress, though.” She slumped on her seat and crossed her arms. “I mean, it was really gorgeous and all but I didn’t realize that it was fitting for a wedding until that witch pointed it out.”

The corner of Naoya’s lips upturned. “Witch?”

“Y/N.” Sighing, she rolled her eyes remembering how you looked that night. “Can you believe she wore that trashy dress? It was showing too much skin. Do you think that’s appropriate when she’s a married woman?”

“Ah…” The blond stared at her face as she talked, looking as though her face was too pleasing to gaze at. “Well, you do many inappropriate things yourself.”

Sera denied that straight away. “At least, I’m not pretentious. Everything about her reeks of entitlement and she’s putting on an act to hide it.”

Naoya propped an elbow on the table and rested his chin on his palm. “Her elegance isn’t an act, but you have a point there. It must be annoying to see that woman, huh? I always thought she’s a bore so I never really paid much attention.” Tilting his head, he scanned her face and smiled. “I bet people still found you more beautiful than her last night. You see the difference between you two? You were a pure flower dressed in a beautiful white dress while she's a try-hard vixen attempting to look high fashion with such skimpy attire. Poor Satoru-kun. He must have been so embarrassed for his wife.”

Every time this man spoke, Sera found herself agreeing with him more and more. He could understand her sentiments pretty well and he, too, was reasonably distasteful towards you. How could she suspect him when he had been nothing but helpful towards her? Sera decided to look past the wedding dress incident this once and gave Naoya a chance. “Rumors say that she announced a divorce that’s why the merger didn’t push through. I feel bad for Satoru.”

The news seemed to have intrigued Naoya even more. “Is that so?” he hummed, seemingly pondering at the thought of your divorce. “Y/N-chan’s pretty brazen, isn’t she?”

She thinks she’s all that. Sera couldn’t even begin. You must be in seventh heaven now that you prevented Satoru’s chances of taking over the company because of your selfish desire to monopolize him. Business was business—you should be a better wife to him and support his dreams instead of ruining all of his hard work. This was one of the many reasons why Sera knew that she would be a better wife than you would ever be.

“I really don’t understand what people see in her,” she mused, watching how the colorful butterflies flew above the perennial shrubs. “Aside from her money and status, of course. She’s never been with any other man except Satoru so maybe that’s why she’s being so obsessive. I’d be suffocated if I were him.”

Naoya listened to her as he grabbed a viennese whirl and took a small bite. To think of it, even this man’s casual clothes seemed too expensive. Do rich people really live like this? “The next time you see Satoru-kun, you should show how much you pity him for being stuck with his wife,” he advised, eyes trailing on Sera’s neck. “You have to sound genuine, though. If he feels that you care about his well-being more than your own, he would easily soften up. Say ‘I imagine it must be stressful to live with a toxic wife’ or something like that. Be convincing when you express your sympathy for his marriage and maintain your class while doing so.”

Maintaining my class. Sera looked down at her coordinated tweed outfit and felt strangely satisfied. Who knew that wearing these types of clothes could make her feel expensive? “That’d be easy.”

He gave her a look of approval. “Good girl. Now, do you know any dirt or rumors going around about Y/N-chan?”

Her thin lips stretched into a smile as they looked at one another with a gleam of curiosity. Was Naoya perhaps trying to read her mind? Well, as of now, her thoughts flew to the head of the Zen’in household. There were rumors that you were infertile because you hadn’t gotten pregnant even after being married for months, but Sera knew that this was because you were taking birth control pills so it was futile to use that against you. What she could think of, on the other hand, was your particular closeness towards Toji Zen’in who was a widower and of a slightly more powerful status than Satoru. Maybe you wanted to hit two birds in one stone. Sera spitefully laughed at the thought before she decided to share them with Naoya. “I think it’s weird that she’s very close with Toji, don’t you think? I mean, he’s your family and I’m afraid that she might drag him down if there are rumors about them having an affair. But then again, he isn’t married so he has no liabilities with anyone. It’s Y/N who will receive the public’s brutal criticism.”

She was hoping to see Naoya sniggering along with her, but she was taken aback when she saw how his expression became cold. “Don’t mess with Toji-kun,” he stated, firmly. “Or any of my family. You’ll regret it.”

The sudden change in his demeanor alarmed her. “Oh, I wasn’t trying to—”

For a minute, Naoya exhaled as if he was gathering his thoughts together before he returned back to his playful self. “If you’re so curious, Toji-kun just feels bad for Y/N,” he revealed, just as Sera had assumed initially. So she was right after all. “He feels some sort of responsibility over her because he’s great friends with Gen.”

“Gen?” Sera blinked as she asked.

“Y/N’s older sister,” he quickly answered while leaning his back against the chair. “You should be thankful that you haven’t met her. If she finds out that you’re having an affair with her brother-in-law, she might pull your hair until you’re bald.” He chuckled in between his words before adding, “Not gonna lie, women like Gen are sexy.”

Sera was about to ask more about your sister but a rich, manly voice interrupted her conversation with Naoya. She turned around to see Toji Zen’in stepping out of the patio with a phone on his ear and a gaze glued towards the horizon.

“Are you sure you’re gonna be okay?” His voice was full of worry when he spoke through the phone. “How’s your health? If anything bad happens, give me a call.”

Was he talking to a girlfriend? Sera frowned, but didn’t take her sight off him. She saw how he sighed after ending the phone call, sullen because of whatever the other person on the line said to him. Toji seemed so distracted by his thoughts that he started lighting up a cigarette without noticing Sera and Naoya’s presence to his left side.

“Toji-kun~!” the blond called in a sing-song voice. But before Toji looked at him, he first noticed Sera with fleeting surprise. “Toji-kun, is everything okay?”

The dark haired man cleared his throat and took a drag from his cigarette, releasing a puff of white smoke from his mouth. He didn’t even bother greeting Sera. “Yeah, I just heard some bad news.”

Naoya’s inquisitive self continued to ask. “Like what?”

“Like—”

“Dad! You said you’re not gonna smoke anymore.”

“Oh, what do we have here?”

Joining the patio were two familiar teenagers that appeared in countless magazines and media outlets before. The boy was a splitting image of his father while the girl had dark green hair that fell just a few centimeters shy from her shoulders. If Sera was right, this was Megumi and Mai. Both kids were known as popular heirs and heiresses to their rich family business and you had to be living under a rock to not recognize them.

“Just this once,” Toji said to his son, patting his back before putting the cigarette away from him.

Sera was about to introduce herself until Mai cut her off by scrutinizing her. There was sharpness within her gaze as she looked at Sera from head to toe, crossing her arms before turning to Naoya. What a rude, entitled brat. “Naoya, is this—?”

“Satoru-kun’s ex-girlfriend,” said the blond, sending a lopsided grin towards her. “This is Sera. She’s gorgeous, right?”

Megumi was polite enough to give her a respectful bow, but Mai refused to show any cordiality by simply rolling her eyes. Is this girl insecure? She must be. Sera was absolutely baffled at how such a young girl could act like such a snob. She wasn’t even that pretty in person.

“Hey, Megumi,” Sera decided to only greet the boy out of spite, disregarding any sort of acknowledgement towards Mai as she focused on Toji and his son. “You look really handsome. I guess you got it from your dad.”

Toji’s stoic visage didn’t change while Megumi let out an awkward laugh. “Thank you, Miss Sera.”

“Naoya,” Toji called for the blond’s attention who quickly looked up at him like an obedient puppy. “Go and prepare a plain suit after that.”

The guy raised an eyebrow. “Suit? For what?”

“We’re going to a funeral tonight,” said the older man, “Satoru’s grandmother passed away.”

At the revelation of the devastating news, both Naoya and Sera became tongue-tied.

Sera was rendered speechless at the realization that her one true love was grieving for his grandmother’s demise. Although she was not able to formally meet the old woman, she had heard enough about her to understand just how important she was to him.

Satoru. He was the only person on her mind. I have to be there for him.

FLASHBACK: The Gojou Mansion

Eula felt triumphant. It wasn’t like she was close to you, but she would definitely spoil you with compliments for being a complete genius tonight. She still couldn’t process that you would request for a divorce at the perfect moment before the merger was supposedly going to be announced to the public. You’ve far exceeded her expectations because she honestly believed that you weren’t capable of leaving her stupid stepson. Whatever made you decide to walk away from him, she would avidly support you.

The divorce must have been brought up because of something that Sera had done. After all, Eula was one to hear the poor girl’s pathetic stories of how she was suffering because of you, of how she was stripped off of her loving relationship because Satoru had to marry you. In all honesty, Eula couldn’t care less about Sera’s life. She only needed her to fuel her husband’s rage towards his son and ruin whatever thin string of a relationship they had left. As much as Eula could just directly speak to Shinzo about handing the company over to Yuuta, the old man was too adamant on passing down most of his assets to his real son. ‘The company will be Satoru’s,’ said her husband. ‘He just needs to prove to me that he deserves it.’

Well, now that Satoru failed at being a proper husband alone, he was causing his own downfall without Eula getting involved. It was only a matter of time until her husband would change everything in his Last Will and Testament and allow Yuuta to be the successor to the business empire.

With that thought, she laughed to herself and leaned against the glass balustrade, overlooking the view of the mansion’s grand foyer as she dialed a certain number. She just couldn’t wait to give him the news.

Fortunately, the young man was able to answer her call straight away, always eager to hear what she had to say. “Hey, party’s done already?” Naoya spoke from the other end of the line.

A smile tugged at her lips. “Guess what,” she began, “the merger’s not gonna happen anymore.”

There was silence that lasted for a few seconds but Eula expected that very reaction from him. “Wait, for real? What did—how did it happen?”

“Well… Y/N asked for a divorce in front of Shinzo and her dad before the merger announcement. How fucking hilarious is that? I was trying so hard not to celebrate right then and there,” she recounted the happenings with amusement filling her voice, “You should’ve seen the look on Satoru’s face. How pitiful. He’s completely ruined.”

As Eula tapped her bejeweled fingers on the handrails, she could hear Naoya sniggering from the background. “And where’s your husband now? Throwing a tantrum somewhere?”

“He’s trying to win Kenji’s favor and convince him to still proceed with the merger. He’s so desperate that he even asked him to not let their family matters affect their business,” she explained while she looked at her manicured nails. “I got worried at first because Shinzo might be able to convince that girl’s dad, but the man seemed resolute about not pushing through. I actually applaud him for his loyalty towards his daughter, you know? Shinzo is nothing but a scumbag who has no love for his own son and it’s biting him back on the ass. He doesn’t know that I’m his karma all this time.”

Naoya agreed with a chuckle. “Now that’s the evil woman I like.”

“Why don’t we celebrate?” She proposed the idea. “I’ll book us a presidential suite. It’s been a while since I saw you. Don’t you miss me?”

Eula got too excited thinking about the things that she couldn’t wait to do with Naoya tonight. It felt like she won the largest sum of money in a casino with how elated she was right now. A mansion, a company that was soon to be her son’s, and a handsome man like Naoya who would willingly kiss her feet when she said so. She was blessed like this because she deserved it. It was her own efforts and hardships that led her to this lavish life and no one could take this away from her.

“Yeah… Miss you, too,” he trailed off and sighed, “but I can’t really meet you tonight. I’m a little busy.”

Busy at eleven in the evening? Eula became suspicious but she didn’t try and push him further about their supposed rendezvous. In fact, she wished him a good night’s sleep before she ended the call and decided to enjoy the night on her own. Perhaps a bottle of Sauvignon blanc and a warm bubble bath would be the best way to enjoy this night.

Unfortunately, her mouth fell agape when she saw another presence standing by the door. Her heart stopped and her limbs were paralyzed.

“Nana?”

The way the old woman glared at her gave her an idea that she must have heard the entire conversation. Despite the wrinkles on her skin, Eula could see how Nana’s face contorted into anger and disbelief. “You wicked woman! You’ve been fooling my son and making my grandson miserable this whole time! My Satoru… he is suffering because of you!”

Eula was completely nonplussed, moon-eyed as she watched how her mother-in-law lifted her cane and tried to hit her with it. But before it could land on her, she was able to grab the rod and throw it across the floor. “It was a misunderstanding!”

“I heard everything!” Nana was panicking as if in hurry to let the whole neighborhood know. “You’re having an affair and you’re plotting my grandson’s ill-fate so you can have all the assets to yourself, you—! You evil woman, you spawn of satan!”

While the old woman’s accusations were right, Eula was breathing hard and trying to come up with an excuse before her plans would get ruined. No, she couldn’t let this old woman put all of her efforts to waste.

“I’m going to tell Shinzo…” Nana mindlessly mumbled, holding the door for support before she entered her room in a rush.

Eula’s own feet carried her to the old woman’s room, shutting the door as she watched how Nana dialed her son’s contact number. “No! No, you can’t tell him! Give me that!”

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She was no longer thinking straight when she pushed her mother-in-law towards her bed so she could reach for the phone, but the woman dropped it on the floor just when the caller ID finally showed that Shinzo answered the call. Eula’s eyes grew wide as she felt the intense wave of anxiety coursing through her entire body.

“Mom, what is it? I’m in the middle of something here.”

“Sh-Shin—!” Eula straddled Nana and pressed a pillow on her face. The latter tried to whimper through the cushion but the former placed more pressure on her face to suppress any noise from coming out. “Haaah! Hhh! Hhhng!”

“Shut the hell up,” she spat, glancing at the phone to see if Shinzo was still on the other end of the line. While Nana struggled to get the pillow off her face, Eula was too busy waiting for her husband to drop the call so she could finally release the old woman who was trying to flap around like a fish.

“Mom, are you there? I’m hanging up.”

Eula breathed deeply. ‘Hang the fuck up’, she silently thought and waited for a few more minutes as Nana eventually weakened underneath her. It was only until she was sure that Shinzo had already dropped the call when Eula released the older woman with a sigh of relief. “Nana, listen to me—”

‘No.’ Eula’s body went ice cold. Blood had drained out of her face and horripilation of dread tingled down her spine. She was stunned after looking at the old woman’s face in overwhelming fear. ‘No, no. This isn’t possible.’

“Nana, wake up!” Eula tried shaking the elder’s unconscious body as fright started filling her veins. The old woman’s mouth was parted wide open and her eyes were staring at her in a static but terrified way. “Nana… No, no. I didn’t… I didn’t do anything.”

She couldn’t stop her trembling fingers as they continued to shake uncontrollably and she was shaking her head in extreme fear, already running out of the door while Nana’s lifeless eyes followed her trail, making Eula lose her sanity as she stepped out to see Yuuta looking at her with a traumatized face.

“M-Mom, wh-what d-did you do?”

Eula’s supply of oxygen lessened as she grabbed her son’s hand and dragged her into the corridor. “I didn’t… I didn’t mean it. Listen to me.”

“D-Did you kill Nana?” Yuuta shuddered and moved away from his own mother who tried to stop him from saying anything by covering his mouth.

Somehow, Eula managed to gather herself together before anyone could see the way she was quivering with terror. She had to let her son know that this scene should never, ever be told to anyone else.

“If I go down, you go down with me.” She planted the thought inside her frightened son’s head. “If you don’t want mom to go to jail, you will not speak a word. You will pretend that you never saw anything. You will act like you have no idea that this happened. Erase it from your memory and everything will be fine.”

“Mom—”

“Pull yourself together!” And while Eula was waiting for her son to calm down, she decided to call for the maids who were now supposedly in their sleeping quarters. “Help! Help us! Something’s wrong with Nana!”

Yuuta, who stood like a statue for the longest time, had finally escaped his mother’s grasp and ran off to his room after having processed the disturbing experience with his own eyes.

‘I’m going to hell’, it was all Eula could think of. But if that was her destination, she might as well bring the whole family with her.

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wintergojo · 2 years

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Hi this is my first ask ever so I'm not even sure if I'm doing this right hehe XD I really love your dad!gojo and baby seishi works! Could you maybe do one where baby seishi gets a cold and gojo and reader try their best to calm down since it's his first time getting sick? Thank you!

omg anon this was actually one of the things on my list of drabble ideas ^0^ i was so excited to write when i saw this! :DD and can i just say i feel honored to be the first one to receive ur ask and that u love my fics? 😭😭 and dw there's really no format for them :33 (aside from being polite hehe)

i’m also sorry this was mainly focused on fever instead of cold, it’s bc i read that colds in babies normally has fever as the symptom and the actual cold starts after 3 days (although i cut it short here) but i still hope u enjoy this! 😚😚

cold cold cold (dad!gojo x mom!reader)

tags: tbh idk what genre this is (hurt/comfort? angst? fluff? help me pls), slice of life, just bby gojo getting sick and his parents worrying, mentions of sickness, death

wc: 2.9k (what drabble)

navi

additional note: i was actually debating whether to write seishiro as 5 months old or 13 months, but i thought 5 months would be better since they would be very new dumb parents & seishi is kinda more vulnerable at that age bc his immune system's still weak (makes them more scared) hehe

how did it come to this?

yesterday seishiro was still his energetic 5-month-old self, actively attempting to roll around and lift his head as both his parents encouraged him on. he even had enough strength to try sitting up without any support.

yes, you and your husband took him outside in the middle of winter. but it was just for 20-30 minutes to get some fresh air on the balcony.

you both made sure he was wearing layers and layers of clothes to protect him from the cold and the wind. satoru even made sure your little baby was wearing the viridescent mitten maki gave, a cute tangerine-colored bonnett nobara gifted, a pink fluffy earmuffs given by yuuji, an indigo bootie chosen by megumi, and a very thick and warm baby blue blanket you spent your whole pregnancy knitting.

yet the next morning both of you were woken up at four a.m. by the crying sound of the boy, a drastic difference from how he usually wakes up at seven a.m. without any fuss. just a toothless smile showing his tongue and a little flailing upon seeing his parents hover their face over his bassinet.

since the cot was on your side, satoru allowed you to get the baby and was about to fall back asleep when he heard you curse under your breath upon checking seishiro.

the sorcerer instantly gets up and scoots over to your side, slowly getting filled with anxiety.

the room has no light in it except for the night lamp you turned on, but satoru could see the worry starting to brew in your eyes.

"i think he has a fever, 'toru. he feels hotter than usual. what do we do? what do we do? we haven’t learned anything about this, we couldn’t even attend parenting classes, we’re not prepared at all, what if… what if–" you started panicking, lifting the crying seishiro off the crib and holding him close to your chest as you tried to shush him.

your husband frantically moves his arms around the both of you, not knowing where to put his hands nor who to hold.

"deep breaths, baby. we read about this in parenting books, remember?"

"who cares about those stupid books?! just hurry up and tell me what to do. ohmygod ohmyg–” you were cut off by seishiro crying even louder, prompting you to shift your focus back on him and settle him into a more comfortable position. “shh, baby. i'm sorry. mama and dada are here, okay? don't cry."

satoru stills. racking his brain to try and remember the contents of the chapter 'my infant is sick for the first time and i'm a shitty parent, what's next?'

he can't.

his mind is filled with too many worrisome thoughts over the possible outcomes of his son's fever to even recall what he read.

your husband pulls himself back to reality. no. he needs to think of what to do now to help his wife and his little dumpling. he refuses to even think about how this could possibly end badly.

shoko.

“i’ll call shoko! she’ll know what to do.”

the father grabs his phone from the nightstand and swiftly dials the doctor. his former classmate will most likely shout at him for calling at this hour and frankly, satoru doesn’t really care. the promise of free booze will be enough to appease her.

he waits for her to pick up while nervously pacing around the room, eyes never leaving his normally docile son he’s never been so afraid to touch. the in-depth thermography his six eyes can see is more than enough for him to tell how high the boy’s temperature is from the color vermillion spreading through his little forehead to the bright orange hue in his neck; a contrast from his mother’s pale orange face and blue cheeks.

satoru flicks the room’s light switch on and turns up the thermostat. it doesn’t matter if he or you gets too hot, seishiro needs to sweat more.

shoko answers at the eight ring, her voice obviously laden with sleep. “it’s freaking four o’clock in the morning. what do you want?”

“seishiroissickandwedontknowwhattodotellushurryup.” he all but let out all at once, pacing faster as he anticipates shoko’s directions.

“huh? what did you say? and is that seishiro i hear crying in the background?”

your husband takes a deep breath. he’s letting his anxiety get the best of him.

“seishiro has a fever and he won’t stop crying. we don’t know what to do.”

the white-haired sorcerer hears some shuffling in the background and the click of a switch. “have you taken his temperature?”

“no. we kinda focused more on making him stop crying.”

shoko’s sigh makes its way to his ears before her instructions for satoru on what to do. the man intently listens, asking some questions in between and engraving every word his friend says to his brain.

when the call ends, he sees you looking at him with hopeful eyes. “what did she say?”

“shoko said we should check his temperature first. i'll get the rectal thermometer, honey. hold on for me, okay?" he leans closer to you and the boy in your arms before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

he then slowly raises his large hand to caress the back of seishiro's small head filled with little tufts of white hair and flinches upon feeling how warm and sweaty the 5-month-old is. he feels like he just touched a metal park bench in the middle of summer.

nevertheless, the father still presses his lips onto his son's forehead and mutters 'wait for dada, okay, dumpling?' in an attempt to soothe him before abruptly standing straight and darting his head around the dim room, trying to remember where you keep the rectal thermometer.

"we keep one in the bathroom's medicine cabinet!" he hears you urgently whisper-shout amidst your son's woes.

your husband instantly teleports into the ensuite bathroom in a hurry, not even bothering to walk. he comes back in less than a second and sees you gently laying seishiro on his back, slowly unzipping his furry snorlax onesie as you sing him lullabies you both know calms the baby down.

he recalls shoko's words. wipe the tip of the rectal thermometer with cotton and rubbing alcohol. make sure it's clean and dry.

the father's moves are swift and accurate, not permitting himself to make even one small mistake as he follows the doctor's instructions. put a small amount of lubricant on the tip. ("what kind of lubricant?") anything but butter. if you have petroleum jelly that'll do.

satoru dips his knee onto the bed while holding the newly cleaned thermometer and vaseline before tenderly stroking his son’s head as he joins you in singing. seishiro's cries were instantly reduced into light sobs, puffy cerulean irises instead focusing on his father as he calmed down.

you finish taking out the baby’s feet and hands from his clothes while your husband lightly dips his hand from the vaseline container to get a small amount of the product. without satoru telling you anything, you softly raise both of your son’s thick little legs together, exposing his bottom to the father.

just when he was about to insert the thermometer, seishiro's cries once again resonate throughout the room, expression twisted in what looks like agony as he babbles and tries squirming his legs held up by his mother.

your husband effectively halts his own movements, hesitation visible in his eyes as his shaky hand continues hovering in front of your baby’s naked buttocks.

"you won't hurt him, 'toru. it's okay." your calm voice makes its way to him and he sees you gazing at him with eyes teeming with reassurance.

he takes a deep breath.

the sooner i get this done the faster my dumpling can feel better.

after that 4:00 a.m. what-to-do crisis, shoko sent both you and your husband a list on what to do and what not to do with your sick baby. one of the things on top was to give seishiro an acetaminophen to lower his temperature and pedialyte to avoid dehydration which—despite the abundance of all sorts of pain reliever medicine in your home—you do not have.

so at the crack of dawn in the middle of a snowy winter, your husband ran to the nearest pharmacy wearing his evergreen silk velvet pajamas and his 70,400 yen cream-colored gucci off the grid sandals to get probably everything the pharmacist recommended (judging by his baggage when he came back panting before dropping everything in bed) from medications to cooling patches to suppositories.

the doctor also said to bathe seishiro in lukewarm water and change him into lighter clothes (which you did, dressing him up in a short-sleeved romper) with a reminder to not bundle him up in blankets (you mentally note to give the doctor a generous gift when you see her), as well as to monitor his temperature regularly (which your husband did like a maniac, unbuttoning his son’s crotch every 30 minutes and sticking the thermometer to his backside to the point that you had to reprimand him).

you and satoru never left him alone, nor could you both manage to even be at least one meter away from him. right after his morning bath and giving him his fluids, you lulled seishiro back to sleep right in the middle of you and your husband as you watched him the whole time, monitoring the slumbering baby for any signs of discomfort.

when his lunch time came, the generally big-eater seishiro refused to drink your boobie milk nor the baby formula when he was so eager to suck in the morning (satoru was very jealous). shoko said it was normal for him to lose appetite and not force him to eat but still, you couldn’t help but worry.

“baby?” you hear your husband’s wary tone call you out from the living room while you’re chopping some carrots. you turn to your back and try your best to peek on the kitchen’s cased opening to get a look at your husband crouching down in front of seishiro lying on the couch. “what is it, ‘toru?”

his voice was still cautious when he responded, “i think our dumpling’s getting sick again?”

you dropped the knife, rushing to satoru’s side before crouching down as you touch your baby’s forehead. he wasn’t as warm as he was roughly eight hours ago although there’s some clear snot dripping down his nose. he’s looking at the both of you with cerulean eyes full of contempt, as if he absolutely hates his parents for taking him outside yesterday and putting him in his current misery.

"why does our son look like that?" the man on your left asks, slowly raising his hands to get the 5-month-old's mucus with his fingers and wiping them on your apron (you don't notice). seishiro glares at him even more upon seeing what his father did.

you answer his query with another question, "you think he hates us?" you too then lifted your hand before straightening your index and folding the other four. at this, your baby’s frown instantly smoothened, transforming into his usual smiling face as he raised his small appendaged and held the finger in his still-warm fist.

your husband hummed. “i don’t think so,” he tried copying what you just did, but seishiro just looked at his father with disdain and tightened his hold on your finger. satoru pouted and dejectedly muttered, “probably just his dada.”

you lovingly caress the man’s back in comfort before sighing and wiping another blob of mucus dripping from your baby’s nose. “i think he has a cold now,” you sigh as you continue, nuzzling your face into your husband’s neck and whispering, “i don’t know what to do anymore. i’m getting so worried about him…”

your baby seemed to have heard and understood your words, judging by his tiny little hand gripping your index with a little more force and a whimper falling out of his lips. his teary eyes became focused on his mother as the corners of his mouth turned down and his eyebrow furrowed. he also started babbling aggressively.

satoru rests his chin above your head, wrapping his right arm around your form before moving his hand up and down your torso. "i'll call shoko again, baby. it doesn't seem bad this time."

"thank you, 'toru. i'm going back to the kitchen." you give him a peck on his cheek before raising yourself a little and bending over your baby who still refuses to let your finger go. "mama's going to cook, okay? dada will take care of seishi."

over your son's nine day of sickness, you and your husband acted like freaks continually obsessing over your baby. you were two nervous first-time parents riddled with anxiety, fearing for the countless possible outcomes of his sickness, especially the worst of them all—death.

you remember clearly how terrified you were on the first day, when seishiro's fever was 38.8°C and he was hot and fussy and obviously in pain. you were so, so scared. you were sure your husband was too.

seishiro was back on his bassinet located at the side of your bed, asleep after all the ruckus that occurred at the break of dawn. your husband was sitting on the edge of the bed, intently observing him; his six eyes pushing themselves over the limit as he traced every surface of his dumpling's face and body for any unusual signs.

you on the other hand was inside the crib, lying on your side with your upper arm flat on the mattress, head resting on your upper arm. your left hand was softly caressing the boy's smooth warm face, hoping it would keep him calm until his usual wake up time. you wanted to hug him so badly, to let your little child sleep comfortably and safely on your chest, to hold him safe and sound until you were sure he was fine (you were doing your best to restrain yourself as it might be dangerous for babies to not sleep on their back).

your little seishiro was so, so precious. you’d give your life for his safety.

“babyy, go back here and rest. we have a long day later," you hear your husband whisper as he patted the mattress, before he sat up and walked over to your side to plant a kiss on your forehead. he continued hovering over the crib, large hand caressing your face just like what you were doing to your son.

you relax in his touch, eyes closing as you enjoy his loving touch, "i'm fine, 'toru. you sleep. i'll watch our baby."

satoru sighs, bending over the cot to lift you up bridal style. "no can do, my lovely wife. just leave our baby to me! i promise i'll wake you up if something's wrong."

when your husband laid you down on the bed, you gripped his pajamas and voiced out what you had been feeling since you touched seishiro two hours ago.

"i'm scared, satoru." your voice was merely a whisper, you wouldn't be surprised if your husband didn't hear it.

but of course he did. he always does. whether you shout, talk, whisper, or say nothing at all, satoru will always work his eardrums over the edge listening to everything you had to say.

he pulled you closer to his muscular chest and rested his chin on the top of your head, hands running back and forth to your spine comfortingly. "i know, baby. i know."

hot tears started to uncontrollably stream down your cheeks, instantly drenching your husband's 200,200 yen olivia von halle pajama shirt as you securely wrapped your arms around his waist. “i am so, so scared.”

and now, after countless sleepless nights combined with your son’s wailing and trash bags full of used wet wipes, your baby is back on the balcony basking in the warmth and sunlight the early morning offers.

his father stabilizes him as he tries sitting on the man’s lap, flailing his hands excitedly and looking up at satoru with wide expectant eyes when he succeeds (though your husband still has both of his hands at the boy’s back as a support). the older man gasps. “you can sit now, huh? last week you were just trying to roll. you’re growing up fast, aren’t you? hm? who do you take after? is it dada? or is it mama?”

seishiro babbles in response and satoru nods repeatedly as if in agreement. “that’s right, dumpling. you take after dada, don’t you?”

the glass window opens, and your form holding a tray full of food and baby formula comes into view. “don’t twist his words, ‘toru. our son said he takes after his mama,” you placed the wood onto the table and sat at your husband’s side, lifting the baby off his father’s lap and cradling him into your chest, “isn’t that right, hmm, baby?”

your son’s face contorted for a moment, taking his momentum to adorably sneeze before babbling excitedly at his mother.

you and your husband froze, heads turning to stare at each other as you both rack your brains.

“we really shouldn’t have taken him outside.”

ps. idk what happened but i was actually planning for this to be fluffy 😭😭 it kinda got all sentimental

thank you so much for reading!! 😚 interactions and reblogs are highly appreciated <33

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lipstickbisous · 3 years

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okay hear me out nomad!steve leaving avenger!reader when he goes on the run to keep her safe bc he doesn’t want her to pay for his mistakes. just imagine giving her the whole last night together and then just disappearing without a trace by morning w/o telling her

ANGST CENTRAL RIGHT HERE ANON THIS IS MY KIND OF SHIT- i quote chris, i didn't hold back.

warnings: angst angst angst, slight smut, abandonment

steve was going to have to pay for his mistakes and he knew that. it was all he thought about as he carefully approached your door. thank god you'd chosen to live away from the life of an avenger.

when you'd opened it to see him, there wasn't a moment wasted before you wrapped your arms around his neck. "thank god, you're okay," you sighed, squeezing your eyes shut and quickly hurrying him into your apartment. "everyone's looking for you, stevie, i don't know if this is safe."

you returned to the single bag you had sitting on your living room floor. it was halfway packed with the basic essentials that you'd need while on the run. you'd follow steve anywhere.

"i know, doll," his heart split in two when he realized in that moment that he could never drag you along with him. you weren't made for constantly being hidden away, and who was he to make you suffer for his mistakes? "let's just stay here for a little bit though, yeah? just some calm."

you dropped the rest of your belongings in your bag and nodded, leading him to a seat in your dining room. "whatever you want, honey."

he was still clad in the ripped and rugged kevlar suit that steve no longer wore with pride. the stars and stripes were now a distant reminder of his life before. "c'mhere," he muttered, opening his arms to you. you crawled in between his legs, letting him hold you against his chest.

"tell me what you want, stevie," you fumbled with his suit, patiently undoing it the same way you've been for the past two years. there was a secret zipper in the back that came undone so easily. "i wanna give you everything."

you were so hopelessly in love with him and it made him hurt only more. "no," he whispered, clutching your hands in his and pulling up to look at him. "me. i have to do it, honey."

before you could protest, he lifted your hips on top of his so the center of your bodies both met. he immediately began to grind your hips against his, eliciting moans from the both of you. the position was lewd, but it wasn't right. if this was the last night he had with you, he was going to make it perfect.

with a swift move, he stood and let your legs lock around his torso, still rolling you against his length. you began to kiss him while taking apart the suit, not caring if the fabric letter "A" on his arm fell off or not. he carried you to your room where he lied you on the bed, propping your head on a pillow.

steve managed to pull two orgasms from you with just his mouth, letting his face turn beet red from the pressure of your legs around his neck. his fingers curled deep inside you, hitting that spongy spot that made your spine arch. "what a good girl for me," he muttered with one of your buds in his mouth, sucking profusely as he made you cum once again.

when his own core was buried inside you, his emotions somehow slipped and he lost all control. he know left tear-stained kisses on your shoulders and breasts, held his forehead against your chest and rolled your clit between his fingers. one, two, three pushes and he could finally release himself inside you, letting the warmth spread and ooze around him. it was sticky and after a while, it began to feel gross, but he couldn't pull away.

you didn't ask the reasons for his tears. you thought it was obvious; steve would be leaving behind everything he'd worked so hard to make his life. at least you'd be together. right?

the two of you fell asleep in the same position you always slept in, steve's arms draped over your waist and his hand cupping one of your breasts. only, you'd fallen asleep long before he did. his eyes were open until they began to mercilessly burn, and then steve began to cry a little more.

this wasn't right. nothing about it was, not one bit, but what choice did he have? while you had your differences, you, too, had managed to salvage the broken pieces of your life and make a new one with him. you both had gone through everything together with the hopes of the chapter never ending.

unfortunately, steve feared that he would now have to close the book.

mindless kisses were left over every inch of your body, and not once did you stir awake. when he finally did sleep, it was worse than being conscious. the nightmares of the future he knew was coming haunted him and even jolted him awake in the early morning.

he'd have to leave without you knowing. there was no possible way steve could leave you while you gave him those begging, puppy eyes. and there was no option to bring you along. what was breaking him was also the only option.

"i love you so much," he whispered, now fully dressed. he cover your body with a small pillow to imitate his arm, but steve knew they were nothing alike. "so much, angel."

when you woke, you were alone. there were hopes that he'd be standing over the kitchen counter, preparing a quick breakfast and packing the rest of your things. "the quinjet's ready, honey." he'd tell you.

but he wasn't there. and neither was his suit or shield. in fact, anything you had of steve was gone. photos, letters, notes in his scrawny handwriting, any of his belongings. they were gone and you were left alone with no one to hold your heart.

#aka how the avengers logo came off :)#did i just rid you guys of some good smut?#headcanon night! ｡.｡:+ ʚɞ #steve rogers smut #steve rogers angst #steve rogers one shot #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x fem!reader #anon! <333

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maybe i do

--”even at a young age, he knew he wouldn’t be able to choose who he married, but that didn’t stop him from hoping that one day, maybe, you would at least be an option.so imagine his excitement when you were. and then imagine his pain when you told him you wished you were anything but.”

pairing: lee know x reader

genre: angst, fluff, a smut scene

warnings: none

word count: 16.3k

a/n: arraigned marriage with minho was requested, as was breeding/pregnancy kink with him :) I didn’t make the pregnancy kink a big part bc the smut scene is small but i hope you like it anyway, anon!! I can always write a separate fic, too. there’s never too many minho fics <3

eighteen. that’s when you were expected to choose a partner. you’d just turned of age, and as an adult, you were now supposed to be getting ready to take the throne. with a partner, of course.

a very specific partner, specific to the point that all choice given to you to make you feel like you were in control meant absolutely nothing.

you needed to find a man, first of all. a single man, one that wasn’t already set to be married. he had to have power, at least as much or more power than you had. he needed to have wealth. you needed to find yourself a handsome, wealthy prince from one of your neighboring kingdoms, and your parents had to like him. as much as your parents said you were in full control of choosing your suitor, you knew you were not the one making the calls. not a single one of them.

there was only one person who matched all of these criteria. there was only one boy you whose name would be on your list of potential suitors and your parents knew it just as well as you did.

you could try just simply not writing lee minhos name down, not selecting a husband at all, but it would be futile. eventually, if you hadn’t selected a worthy candidate to marry, one would be decided for you.

without a doubt, minho would be the one selected, whether you wrote it down or your parents signed his name for you.

you didn’t have anything against minho specifically. he was no more intolerable than any of the other royal children you’d met. if anything, he was actually easier to be around. it’s just that you were expected to be fond of him.

you were ordered by your parents to love him, and that in itself made you want to despise him.

along with your side of the selection, minho also had to choose you. if he didn’t, you would just have to wait until someone else came along. it wasn’t just you looking for a partner, he was in search as well. the difference was that he had been in search for nearly a year and he had willingly selected you.

minho wasn’t the first in line to be king of his home kingdom, his oldest brother was. he was already married and set to be crowned in the coming months. instead, if minho ever wanted to be a king, he needed to find a woman to marry who was set to become queen.

luckily for him, you were the oldest daughter in a family that had no sons.

as the eldest sibling in a family of no boys, you were in line to lead. but according to the rules, you couldn’t lead without a man to stand beside.

in all logic, minho had to choose you just as much as you needed to choose him. of course, if both of you resented each other, the wedding could be held off until you resolved the conflict. or even cancelled. you might be given a few more years of freedom before another man who fits your parents wants walks into their life or ages old enough to marry.

much to your dismay, however, minho did choose you. even before it was brought to his attention that he was your only option, that you would remain single for an unknown amount of time unless he married you, minho chose you. the second he noticed your name on the list of possible brides, which was much longer than your list of possible husbands, he had his mind set on you.

and after finding out that you had no one to choose but him, minho was sure he was going to get what he wanted.

you clenched your jaw and took your place at the table, glancing at the seat beside you that had been saved for minho.

“we want you two to get to know each other more before the wedding,” your mother said, “and he’s such a sweet boy.”

“i haven’t even chosen him as my fiancé yet, mom.”

she sent you an apologetic smile, both of you knew it didn’t matter what you chose.

you sat biting your lip and playing with the frills on your dress for quite some time before minho and his parents entered the room, escorted by four of the palace guards.

he looked different than when you had last seen him. taller. it had only been a year or so, but you could clearly see changes. his jaw line was more defined and he had finally learned how to tie a tie so it wasn’t crooked. his eyes, though. even from across the room, you could see that his eyes were the same.

you smiled and sent a small wave towards one of the guards as they turned to leave. minho must have thought you were waving at him, and he waved back, a huge smile plastered on his pretty lips.

you were aware that he had already put your name down as his official choice of brides, practically robbing you of any chance you had of not being forced into marriage, and you knew he was probably equally aware that you had yet to write down his name, even though it was the only one you had.

you held back a laugh at minho waving at you, not having the heart to tell him you were waving to felix and not him as he made his way around the table and to you. you let yourself smile though. no matter how much you wanted him to hate you as much as you hated the idea of marrying him, you couldn’t be downright rude. not when the parents were watching, at least.

you stood to greet him, sending your now-forced smile in his direction. you went to shake his hand, but instead, he pulled you into a tight hug. it was short, so short that you didn’t have the time to return the hug, not that you would have wanted to.

you sat back down and looked up to greet his parents sitting across from the two of you on your big table. your own parents were sat on the ends of the table, your father to your left and mother to your right. neither your nor minhos siblings were present.

there was no time for conversation before the cook was bringing out the food. it was nothing fancy, per your request. he brought all of the food out at once, minus the desert, instead of in different courses.

you half expected minho to say something about the way the meal was brought out in a way that wasn’t considered the most elegant, but he didn’t. instead, his eyes went wide as he spotted the roasted chicken set down in the middle of the table.

his mother observed his behavior and laughed, “y/n, how did you know minho’s favorite food? i don’t remember sending a letter containing his favorites.”

you frowned slightly, “i didn’t, i just chose my favorite.”

at your words, your mothers shared a glance, one that said, “they’re perfect for each other.”

your father was the next to speak, “minho, why don’t you cut the chicken for us.”

once again you anticipated some sort of reaction out of the boy. he had been asked to cut the chicken when there were waiters standing all around that could most likely do it much neater than he could. it was another thing you had specifically requested to happen in order to judge his reaction. but again, to your surprise, he smiled, stood up, and began to cut even strips off of it, passing them out around the table.

he turned to you, “how much do you want?”

you ignored the softness in his voice, one that you could see yourself growing fond of if you didn’t resent the idea of loving him so much already.

“i can get my own.”

he didn’t even flinch at your response, chuckling as he cut a piece off of the bird and guided it to your plate. you had to keep yourself from pouting as you looked down at it. he’d given you just as much as you wanted.

he was making it very difficult to keep a bitter attitude towards him when he was doing everything right. how were you supposed to convince your parents he would be a terrible husband when acted like the perfect one?

after serving himself, minho reclaimed his seat beside you. you served yourself to the rest of the food as it was passed around, handing the bowls to minho when you were finished. you took notice of the way he chose food. he took a little of everything, as if he wanted to taste all of the foods you had requested to be made for his visit. you asked him about it.

“trying everything, minho?”

you dropped his formality. you should have predicted that he would take it as a sign that you were comfortable with him rather than a petty disrespect in the way you’d meant.

he nodded, sending a soft smile towards you, “i assume your chose all your favorites, princess, so i want to try them all.”

you would have blushed if someone you were fond of said it, but you weren’t blushing. no, the heat in your face was just there because the room was warm from all of the bodies and hot food.

one of the waiters came around with a bottle of wine and some glasses, offering one to everyone at the table. of course, everyone accepted, it was impolite not to, but you couldn’t help but notice that minho didn’t touch his glass as often as the rest of you.

by the time you were smiling up at the waiter as he poured you a second glass, minho still had yet to finish even half of his first.

you ate in casual conversation until all of you had your fill. the table was slowly cleared and the meals were replaced with a small array of sweets.

minho nudged you, pointing at one of the trays.

“what’s this?”

you were caught off guard by his voice. it was soft, timid, almost like he was embarrassed that he didn’t know what the dessert was.

“pumpkin bars.”

he nodded, “are they your favorite?”

you shrugged, shaking your head, “kinda. they’re not my favorite to eat, but i love baking them.”

his eyes widened, “you made these?”

you shook your head again, a small laugh leaving your lips. as much as you tried to stay short and serious with him, you couldn’t.

“no, but i know how.”

he paused for a moment as his eyes scanned the table before he turned to you once more, “can you teach me?”

your brows furrowed, “to make pumpkin bars?”

he nodded.

never mind. you definitely could be short with him.

what was he playing at? why was he behaving exactly in the way you’d want him to in every obstacle you threw at him? he couldn’t actually be that good. first, he wasn’t offset by the untraditionally casual meal or being asked to serve the main dish himself, and now he was showing interest in something you liked to do. something that was considered low level, something that a princess should never have to do. and now he was asking if you would show him how?

no, he had to be faking. any walls that had been broken down by his timid voice and him making you laugh were thrown back up.

“you don’t want to bake.”

it was his turn to frown.

he reached out to stop your arm as you went to grab a slice of pie.

“what do you mean? yes i do.”

you pulled your wrist from his grip, speaking lowly so only he would hear.

“well i don’t want to teach you.”

you missed the expression that crossed his face as you reached across the table to grab the dessert you wanted.

he didn’t say anything more. he just reached for the pie spatula as you went to set it down. his fingers grazed yours as he took the tool from your hand and you were violently aware of it, of how his fingers against your skin seemed to send a shock through your body.

he set a piece on his plate and took a bite, glancing at you. you hadn’t even registered that you had been watching him until he did.

“how is it?”

he nodded in approval, “it’s good. do you know how to make pies, too?”

“yes. i can make most every dessert our cooks can.”

he held your gaze as he smiled at you.

you frowned, averting your eyes from his and back to your plate, “what?”

“nothing.” he began, “i just think it’s interesting that you’re so into baking now. last time we spoke you were crazy about the gardens.”

you shrugged, “who says i can’t love both?”

there was a pause before, to your surprise, you kept the conversation going.

“do you still practice archery?”

he nodded, swallowing a bite of his pie before responding.

“i can out shoot almost all of our archers.”

you raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at your lips, “who says they’re not letting you win?”

he playfully shoved you and you laughed.

“fine, then you go against me.”

you shook your head, “anyone could beat me in archery.”

he seemed to think for a moment before softly nudging you, “i could give you some tips?”

you almost found yourself accepting his offer before you caught yourself. you were not supposed to be enjoying his company.

“i don’t need your help. if i wanted to learn i would have one of my guards teach me.”

the way his expression fell made something in your chest ache and you hoped his parents hadn’t heard the remark. you felt bad for a moment, it wasn’t his fault that you were being forced to marry him.

then a thought crossed your mind- it kind of was.

he played by their rules and pretended to be excited to marry you, but that’s not what he wanted. he knew the perks that came along with marrying you. it wasn’t you he was excited for, it was the power and status that came along with marrying you. how could he be excited to marry you when he barely knew you? he couldn’t. all he wanted was to be king, and you gave him that option. he didn’t try to fight it. maybe if he fought it like you did, you wouldn’t be forced into it. or at least not so soon.

the fact that his cooperation was only securing your unwanted future was enough to wipe that sting from your chest.

you finished the rest of your dessert in silence, listening in on your parents conversations and trying not to scream at every mention of the upcoming wedding you didn’t want to have.

“has he picked out a ring yet?”

“no,” his mother responded, “he wanted to get to know her better first. he wants it to be perfect.”

you finished your food and pushed the plate away from you, letting the waiters know they could collect it. all of the adults were already done eating. minho finished soon after, having taken longer as he savored every bite. this left the table without food and full of conversation.

minho only spoke again when your mother addressed him.

“is there a specific type of flower you want at the ceremony?”

he spoke softly, kindly. you could see exactly why your mother loved him so much. even without him being the only choice, he probably would have been her first choice for you.

“yes. i love lilies.”

you took a deep breath to keep yourself from blowing up, it couldn’t be a coincidence that he kept having the same favorites as you. someone told him so he could better bond with you.

your mom knew how badly you didn’t want this wedding to happen, she probably send his family a letter of ways to win your favor.

“it would be the perfect time to have the ceremony outside,” minho’s mother gushed, “the green suits them both.”

your dad laughed, “every color suits our y/n.”

“what color were you thinking, dear?” your mother turned to you.

your eyes shot to her. you were about to snap that you didn’t care about colors because you hoped there would be no wedding to coordinate colors to, but minhos parents were in the room. you couldn’t risk upsetting them and throwing off the good relationship your kingdoms had simply because you didn’t want to marry their son.

cutting off the marriage would be one thing. if it was mutual, it wouldn’t harm any relationships between the kingdoms. it would just stall your transition to power until you were forced against another possible husband. insulting him in front of his parents, however, might.

instead, you opted to look over at minho and pull a false smile onto your features.

“i think purple would suit him well.”

his parents didn’t catch the falseness of your cheerful tone or the way the smile on your lips was obviously forced, but minho did.

“oh, you’re so right!”

you asked one of the servants for the time and stood up.

“mom, i need to water my plants. may i?”

she nodded gesturing to the boy beside you, “take minho with you.”

you nodded, turning to leave the room without waiting for him. you heard your mother mutter something about your own little garden that you refused to let the staff tend for instead of doing it yourself.

minho caught up as you were partly down the hallway.

“y/n, is something wrong?”

you stopped, nearly causing him to crash into you.

“is something wrong? minho, this whole thing is wrong.”

he frowned, following again as you made your way to the garden entrance, “what do you mean?”

you opened the door to the garden a little harsher than you probably needed to and began filling a watering jug, “people should be able to fall in love before marriage.”

he shrugged, “there’s plenty of time for you to fall in love with me before the ceremony.”

you sent a glare towards him, “i want to choose who i love, minho.”

“then choose me.”

you shook your head, choosing not to respond. he followed you across the garden and to a small, fenced off patch that he assumed to be your personal garden.

you could feel his eyes on you as you went around and checked the soil around each plant before watering the ones that needed it. he wasn’t saying anything, he was just watching you. you let him stand in silence.

he followed you back to the entrance where you sat your watering can down and to a small bench where he took his seat beside you.

you put some distance between the two of you when he sat down right next to you and he noticed, just as he had noticed every other less than loving way you’d reacted to each of his attempts to show affection.

his chest tightened, why did you hate him so much? he thought you two were on good terms. the last time you saw each other, you laughed and joked with him. what was different now? was the idea of marrying him really that bad?

maybe you were just nervous.

people handle nerves differently, he reminded himself, maybe yours just made you snappy. it wasn’t anything to worry about. plenty of people had second thoughts before their weddings. you just had to get used to him was all, since you hadn’t seen each other in so long. then you would go back to joking with him and your he happy to have him as your husband.

he was shaken out of his thoughts by your voice.

“you don’t drink much?” you were referring to the glass of wine he had barely finished during dinner.

he shook his head, “it makes my mind foggy.”

you chuckled. he liked the sound. somehow, it was sweeter knowing that it was because of him.

“isn’t that what alcohol is supposed to do?”

he smiled, “i guess. but i wanted to be able to see you clearly.”

something akin to butterflies woke up inside your stomach. you ignored them as you stood abruptly, heading immediately for the door. he followed you out of the garden and back to the dining room where your families were seated. they turned as you stepped through the door.

“mother, it’s getting late and they have a long ride home.��

minho said nothing, standing at your side like it’s where he belonged, once again too close for comfort.

his parents agreed, standing along with your parents and thanking them for having them over. his mother hugged you goodbye at the front door before stepping into a carriage with her husband and son.

you were thankful that minho hadn’t tried to hug you goodbye. or much worse, kiss you.

he spent the carriage ride home wishing he had.

it was only a matter of days before his family was visiting again. since minho would be living in your castle with you, your parents decided it was best to have him visit you again rather than you go to his kingdom.

“y/n, the lees will be here soon, get dressed!”

“i am dressed.”

“then get out here!”

you groaned and chan laughed beside you.

“stop laughing at my pain.” you scolded him, “i’ll have you fired from the guard.”

he laughed again, “you would never. who would protect you then?”

you grumbled as you straightened your dress and opened the door, “felix. woojin. seungmin. literally any of the other guards.”

he pouted, coming to stand next to you as you walked down the hallway and to the front where you would be greeting minho.

he was going to complain, but you cut him off when you saw minho and his family standing near the doorway.

“go join the others.” you told chan, “but be on watch. you might need to save minho from me if he acts like he was last time.”

chan laughed, heading to stand with the rest of the guards.

minho noticed the friendly interaction and smiled. he liked how you were always so nice to the servants. he noticed it during the meal too, when you smiled and joked with the waiter.

“sorry to keep you waiting.” you bowed politely to his parents.

you turned to minho, “hello.”

a big smile spread across his features, “hi again, my love.”

he had taken a risk with those being the first words out of his mouth. he thought that maybe seeing him again and time to adjust had gotten you used to the idea of him. he thought maybe your attitude would have changed towards him.

he was wrong. although you couldn’t make a point of showing it in front of his parents, he could see by the slight change in your eyes at the choice of the name that he was definitely wrong.

“would you kids leave the adults to talk for a while?” your mother spoke.

she placed one hand on your shoulder and the other on minho’s, “you can go wherever you’d like, just stay clear of your bedroom.”

your face flushed red and glared at your mom as minhos parents laughed. was she trying to embarrass you? did she think you’d laugh at the joke? it wasn’t funny.

knowing you wouldn’t last long without blowing up with teasing like that, you took a hold of minho’s hand and drug him away from your parents. you allowed him to walk beside you this time instead of rushing to be in front of him, but you dropped his hand practically as soon as you’d taken it.

he’d assumed the garden was your destination, so when you walked past the doorway to the giant greenhouse, he spoke up.

“where are we going?”

“i don’t know yet.”

you ended up at the base of a staircase that lead to the roof of the castle. without questioning you, he followed you up the stairs and to the open roof. you were immediately met with a burst of cold air, but the longer you stood in the wind, the easier it became to handle.

you followed minho as he made his way across the roof and towards the edge, throwing his legs over and sitting with them dangling down as he took in the view.

he probably expected to go sit with him, so you did. that in no way meant you were going to begin complying with everything, it just meant that you were choosing to be civil in that moment.

he noticed as you glanced back at the door you’d entered the roof from.

“what is it?”

“my mother must have told my guards not to follow us.”

he shrugged, “why would you need guards when you’re with me?”

you huffed, “in case i decide to bite your head off.”

he laughed at the remark, and even though you hadn’t intended it as a joke, you laughed along with him. something about his laugh made it impossible to sit there with a scowl on your face.

“tell me what’s so bad about me, then.”

a teasing grin spread across your face as you looked at him, “god, where do i start...”

he gestured for you to continue, but your mind ran blank. what exactly was so bad about him? the majority of your issues weren’t with him in specific.

then one thing popped into your mind like a big red flag.

“you’re forcing me into marriage.”

he frowned, “i don’t think so, not really. if i refused to marry you, you would simply wait another year or two as a princess until your parents were able to find another prince for you.” he paused, “in some ways, i actually think i’m saving you.”

“saving me?” you scoffed out.

“yes. from some creep you might be forced to marry instead of me if i decline as harshly as you are.”

“who says you’re not a creep, lee minho?”

his face morphed into faux offense, “my mother says i’m quite the gentleman, thank you very much.”

you let out a small chuckle before responding. he did have a point, you were going to be forced into a marriage eventually, whether it be this one or not. at least you knew him. was a couple extra years of freedom worth marrying someone you didn’t know at all? or would it be wisest to settle for minho?

either way, you still didn’t understand why you needed a man at all to lead.

“why can’t i just lead alone? i don’t need a king.”

“there’s two thrones for a reason.”

he saw the confusion across your face and continued.

“two leaders is safer than one. it requires compromise and thought, not just one person making the choices according to their opinion only.”

you nodded, and you hated how much his explanation of everything was making sense.

“it’s the same reason they make a king marry before taking the throne if they can help it.”

there was a short pause before he spoke again, “i mean, technically, if both of your parents died right now, there would be no option other than to send you to the throne alone. and as the queen, no one could tell you to get married. but unless you want to assassinate your parents,” he brought his hand to rest on top of yours, “you’re stuck with me.”

ignoring the searing heat of his skin touching yours, you narrowed your eyes up at him as you spoke.

“you make it tempting.”

he laughed again, and this time you had intended for it to be humorous.

it was cleared now why things were the way they were. it would have been so much easier if your parents took a second to explain it in the way minho had. he was very good with explaining things, a talent a good king needs to have.

maybe he wouldn’t be so bad to lead with.

still, you didn’t resent the situation any less than you had before understanding it.

you turned from the view of the mountains to find minho already staring back at you. it wasn’t until you noticed the way the sun framed his face that you noticed how quickly the sun had been setting, had you really been outside with him that long?

you traced the lines of his face with your eyes, admiring the way the sun sat on his skin as if it was made for the purpose.

you frowned in confusion as the shapes across his face began to grow, and before you could register it, his lips were only moments away from yours. you reacted quickly, thankful that he had paused to give you the option to do so.

he didn’t seem surprised as the palms of your hands connected to his chest, pushing him away from you.

you stood from the edge, dusting off your dress and motioning to the door.

“i’m not supposed to be outside at dark without my guards.”

you knew that that didn’t matter, your parents trusted minho to keep you safe, that’s the whole reason they didn’t feel the need to send guards with you in the first place. you figured he probably knew that too, but he didn’t comment on it. instead, he nodded, following you to the staircase and opening the door for you, walking with you around the castle as you looked for your parents.

you found them in the first place you looked, the lounge. you waited for a pause in their conversation before making yourself known.

“it’s getting dark, shall i ask for the carriage?”

your mother sent you a worried smile as your dad spoke.

“sweetheart, they’re staying the night. we’ll have a carriage sent to take king and queen lee home in the morning.

you frowned, glancing at minho. he shrugged.

“the king and queen? what about minho?”

“he’ll be living here from now on. he might as well get used to his new home.”

your face fell.

“what about my things?” minho questioned. he seemed much more calm about the news than you, but he didn’t seem to know any more about the situation.

his mother waved the question off, “i sent for some carriages with your things as soon as we made the decision for you to remain here. they’ve already arrived and are waiting to be unpacked.”

“where are they?” he questioned.

his mother laughed like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“your bedroom.”

“where is that?”

your dad cut in, “y/n can show you.”

that’s when it hit you- his bedroom was your bedroom. that’s why your mother had told you to stay clear of it. she had anticipated the conversation about minho staying and wanted the area to be clear if they chose to move his things in. your mother hadn’t meant it as a joke at all, she said it as an order.

trying to hide your frustration, you grabbed minho’s hand and turned to leave.

“we’ll start to unpack now!”

you ignored both your and his parents calls as you dragged him down the hallways and to your bedroom.

the first thing you noticed was that some of your personal items were being carried out of the door as you watched. things that made your bedroom yours. stacks of books you loved to read and even piles of papers containing words of your own were being handled by random personnel. not even your own guards, staff you had never met was handling your personal things. it would be one thing if it was chan or one of your friends moving things out, but it wasn’t. you hadn’t even seen chan or the rest of your guard since you greeted minho when he arrived.

their soul job was to protect you, and they had been relieved of duty while you were with minho, so why couldn’t they have been the ones to handle your things? it would still have upset you, obviously, but it would have been far less intrusive to have people you know and trust doing it.

you felt tears brimming in your eyes. your parents knew how much you valued privacy, and yet they let people you’d never even seen on the property handle everything you valued.

minho’s eyes were just as attached to the scene ahead of you until he heard a soft whimper leave your lips. immediately, he had his arms around you and your face buried in his chest.

you wanted to pull away, to shove him and curse at him for coming into your life like this, but instead, you gripped the fabric of his button up shirt and let him hold you close.

“i’m so sorry,” he whispered into your hair, “i didn’t know.”

and then he did something you would never have expected.

“excuse me!” he called, his authoritative voice echoing down the hallway, “you can stop now. put whatever is in your hands down and leave.”

the movers hesitated, not knowing whether or not to follow his commands yet, but they ended up obeying. he stopped one of the men as he moved to walk past the two of you, you still secure and crying into his chest.

“where did you put the things you moved?”

the worker gestured to the things in the hall outside your bedroom, “everything we moved is in this hallway, your royal highness.”

“and my things?”

“waiting for you further down the hall.”

he nodded and let the man leave before slowly pulling you off of him. he felt a squeeze in his heart as you looked up at him with red, tear filled eyes.

he led you into your room, “let’s get you to your bed.”

you let out a small sob at his words, “that’s not my bed.”

he was confused for a moment before it registered in his mind. they must have switched out your old bed in favor of a larger one to suit the both of you, even though the one you had before would have no doubt done the job fine. you’d probably had a queen at the smallest.

the longer minho held you, the less you wanted to push him away and blame him for everything that was happening.

he walked you over to the bed and sat you down, taking a seat beside you so you could remain attached to him.

he knew that it wasn’t him you found comfort in, but rather just a warm body to hug. still, having you so close to him felt so right, he couldn’t bring himself to care. it felt like you were finally responding to him like a woman should to her fiancé. you were letting him take care of you.

truth be told, if he could have scooped you up in his arms the day he first saw you after learning you were to be his wife a few days prior, he would have, and he never would have let go.

when he saw your name on the piece of paper handed to him, he didn’t even read the rest. even before opening the letter, your name had popped into his mind. he’d always had a childish crush on you. even at a young age, he knew he wouldn’t be able to choose who he married, but that didn’t stop him from hoping that one day, maybe, you would at least be an option.

so imagine his excitement when you were. and then imagine his pain when you told him you wished you were anything but.

as he moved you up the bed and snuggled himself in beside you before pulling the covers up to keep you warm, he wondered if maybe tonight would change that.

maybe you would realize that you liked the feeling of being in his arms, of having him hold you close. as your sniffles became softer and eventually stopped, he wondered if you’d realize that falling asleep next to him was something you could get used to.

because oh goodness, after falling asleep with you in his arms, even though the both of you were still in uncomfortable cloths and had fallen asleep upset, he didn’t ever want to go to bed without you again.

you were woken up only a little while after falling asleep to the sound of soft knocking on your door. minho stirred beside you and you both sat up to see who it was.

both of your mothers were standing in the doorway with adoration in their eyes at the sight in front of them.

“and here i thought you’d be upset over the room.” your mother cooed as she made her way into the room.

you shifted yourself away from minho and you could have sworn you heard a whine of complaint come from him as your body lost contact to his. or maybe it was you.

his mother approached the bed as well, taking hold of his collar and straightening it out.

“goodness, you two didn’t even bother to change into sleep clothes.”

minho responded before you could, “we hadn’t meant to fall asleep.”

“what time is it?” you added.

“not late,” your mother responded, “it was still only 10:30 when we headed up to check on you.”

you nodded, and as the sleep wore off, the anger kicked in. before you burst, you stood and ushered them out of the room.

“i’ll get changed now, then, and then we can organize and unpack a little tonight.”

“we can help!” his mother chimed.

before you could deny the offer, minho did.

“no mother, we want to set up our bedroom ourselves, please.”

happy with the response, she nodded and followed your mother out of the room and back to wherever your fathers were waiting.

minho stood from the bed and looked into your closet.

“it doesn’t look like any of my clothes are here yet, so i’ll leave you to change. i can find something in a box and i’ll find a place to change.”

you nodded as he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

you sat on the edge of your bed for a moment before standing up and grabbing the same sleep clothes you wore every night. they had already been washed in the morning and pressed dry, ready for you to use again.

you tried to undo the buttons on the back of your dress, but you couldn’t reach. chan had helped you do them earlier in the day. you reached your arm over the opposite shoulder in an attempt to reach the buttons, straining the fabric of the dress in a weird way. you heard the sound of stitches coming undone and pulled your arm back into a normal position, inspecting the place the noise had come from. sure enough, there were little pieces of thread hanging around a small tear in the arm of your dress.

defeated, you sat down on your bed and waited for minho to return. it wasn’t long before he did, signaling his presence with a couple soft knocks to the door. you called for him to come in and he did, pausing in surprise when he saw you still in the dress, your night clothes bundled in your hands.

“i can’t reach the buttons.”

he threw his head back in understanding, taking a few steps towards you as you turned your back to him, moving your hair out of the way of the buttons.

you didn’t know what you’d expected, but the gentle touch of his fingers against your neck as he undid the top button sent a shiver through you. you hoped he didn’t notice, but by the way his movements stopped for a split second before continuing, you knew he had.

he undid the buttons until there were none left, leaving the top half of your back exposed to him where your dress fell open. his eyes ghosted over your shoulder blades and the smooth skin of your back. he wanted to place his palm there, to feel the warmth of your skin in more than just the tips of his fingers. he actually might have, despite his best judgement, if you hadn’t spoke up.

“are you done?”

he muttered a soft word of confirmation as you turned to face him again, hands holding the fabric to your chest to pretend it from falling off.

he stared at you for a moment before reality seemed to flow back into his head.

“let me know when you’re done.”

you nodded, waiting until he pulled the door closed behind him to let the dress fall to the floor. you took your time changing. it felt nice to be alone. after a few minutes, though, an unexpected feeling built up in your chest. it was nice to be alone, but you missed minhos company. or maybe you just missed company.

that was it, you told yourself, you just missed having someone around. your resolve was not breaking this quickly. you were upset and frustrated with how things were going and he was just as good as anyone, except maybe chan, to keep you company.

you called out for him to come back in and he did, immediately taking the clothes you’d just changed out of and setting them in a bin outside your door where they would wait until someone came and took them for cleaning.

you followed him to the door, heading right for a pile of books that had been taken off of your personal bookshelf. luckily, they hadn’t moved the shelf out of your bedroom yet, so you only had the books to carry back in.

you did the same for a few other things, things that you couldn’t imagine not having in your room, before turning to minho.

“what do you want moved in next?” he asked.

“something of yours.”

he was shocked by your reply, almost as if he had expected you to return your bedroom to the way it was before he arrived and pretend his things didn’t exist.

sure, you didn’t like that you had to remove your things from your room to make room for his stuff, but there wasn’t anything you could do about it right then. it wasn’t your room anymore. it belonged to the both of you.

at least until you could convince your parents to cancel the wedding, that is. that was still the plan.

“uh, okay,” minho began down the hallway, scanning his things as he did. he finally settled on a pretty, dark wooded desk. it had drawers along the side and it looked very used. you were surprised his parents let him keep it with how old it looked. it must have been important to him.

he insisted that he could carry it alone, but eventually he let you help. it fit perfectly in the room, almost like it was meant to be there. you placed it a couple feet away from your own desk, which was a similar color. it was a similar build too, with drawers on the sides.

back in the hallway, minho sighed as he attempted to move a large bookcase of his.

“we can’t move this alone. it can wait until morning.”

you nodded, thought for a moment, and then spoke.

“there’s room on mine, if you want. we can put this in storage and you can put your books with mine. there’s no need for two bookcases in one room.”

he was slightly taken aback by your offer, but nodded. he liked that you were getting used to sharing. getting used to it being not just your room, but his too. maybe you had changed your mind about him already.

“okay,” he agreed, “then we can take some books in.”

you grumbled, “but only one load. then we’re done for tonight.”

he laughed, assuring you that it was the last load of the night and walking back to the bedroom beside you, books in hand.

you helped him organize the books on the shelf, interlocking them with yours when it looked best to do so. the bookshelf was still quite empty, but that was fine. you had more books somewhere in the hall that you hadn’t bothered to search for and he had more, too.

you sat down on the bed, still messed up from your little nap, and sighed, but you didn’t say anything.

instead, minho did. after a few minutes of surprisingly comfortable silence, he sat down beside you and spoke.

“why won’t you let me kiss you?”

you were surprised by the sudden question, “you only tried once.”

“you’d only push me away again if i tried another time.”

“you gave me the chance to push you away.”

“because i knew you would.”

“then why try?”

“because i want to kiss you. why don’t you want to kiss me?”

you faltered at the confidence in his words. sure, his earlier actions had made it clear he wanted to kiss you, he wouldn’t have tried to otherwise, but hearing him say it out loud felt different. it made it click in your mind that he meant it, that it was real.

“i don’t- i already told you.”

“no you didn’t.”

“yes, i did.” you insisted, “i told you. i don’t want to be in a relationship that’s forced.”

and there it was. despite the progress he thought he’d made with you, there it was. that same angry, bitter attitude towards whatever relationship you two had.

he shoved the disappointment down his throat and replied, “then don’t force it. i’m not.”

he said it casually, just like he said and did everything else he did around you. his laid back demeanor gave the illusion that maybe his words were honest. maybe he wasn’t forcing anything he felt for you, maybe he genuinely did look forward to the wedding, and not only for the power. you shoved the thought from your mind, looking forward to marrying you and looking forward to taking control of your kingdom were not the same thing.

as had become common for you, you chose not to respond, instead scooting yourself along the bed until you had your head on a pillow, pulling the blankets over yourself. you felt the bed shift as he did the same, reaching out to shut off any lights in the room before crawling under the same blankets as you.

as badly as he wanted to pull you close to his chest and hold you while he fell asleep like he had hours before, he knew he couldn’t. everything in the way you were responding to him now told him that you would just push him away, maybe even change your mind about sleeping in the same bed as him and make him move to the floor. or worse, move there yourself.

no, minho didn’t want you to sleep on the floor and he didn’t want to upset you further than he knew he already had, so he stayed to himself. with your back to him, he listened to the even sounds of your breathing as you fell asleep. that would have to be enough for him for now.

the next morning was a repeat of the night before, minus minhos thoughts that you could be finally accepting him, maybe even growing feelings that didn’t involve resentment and anger.

after sending his parents off with a promise of them returning soon, just like the night before, you spent the day rearranging the room with him. you refused any help from your parents or anyone else, partially because you didn’t want anyone to touch your things again and partially because you couldn’t stand to be around them at the moment.

unlike before, though, your comfort and coziness to minho had worn off. you were no longer showing him any form of physical affection.

you still kept the room fair, although it didn’t feel like it was half you and half him. it felt like its own place. it wasn’t partially him, the other half you- it was 100% the two of you, together.

you actually quite liked the way the room turned out. you weren’t being as snappy to him as you originally had been, but the atmosphere wasn’t anything close to before, when you’d looked to him for comfort from the pain rather than looking at him like he was the source of it all.

minho hated seeing you cry. when he noticed your state the night before and pulled you into his chest, he could have sworn his heart broke, like it would have fallen right out of his chest if you hadn’t been there holding it in. that reason exactly is why he felt so bad now.

he didn’t want you to cry, he didn’t want you to be sad, but he almost wished you would again, if it meant you would let your walls down for him again. anything to put you back in his arms.

you were walking back to your bedroom after dinner and tending to your garden, exhausted from life and redecorating your room. you were growing used to spending nearly every waking, and sleeping, moment with minho, even beginning to enjoy his company, but that didn’t mean small moments alone weren’t appreciated.

you knew it would only be a few minutes, but walking alone to your shared bedroom while minho was speaking to your parents felt like heaven.

you didn’t remain alone for long, but it didn’t bother you. not when the person breaking the isolation was your best friend.

you jogged down the hallway and to your bedroom door where chan was standing, waiting for you. you hadn’t seen him since minho had arrived days prior.

you threw your arms around him the moment you reached him, happy to finally see him again. it hadn’t been that long, but considering he was usually with you constantly, a few days felt like forever. he pulled you into his chest, placing a kiss to your forehead as you smiled up at him.

you were about to ask him why he hadn’t been around when someone interrupted you.

“i thought you didn’t have brothers.” minho’s voice.

“i don’t.” you payed no attention to chan’s arm around your waist.

he nodded, “then this is?”

chan stepped away from you and reached his hand out to minho, “ah, i’m sorry! i’m chan, head of y/n’s personal guard.”

minho nodded again, taking chan’s hand and gripping it firmly.

“minho. y/n’s fiancé.”

releasing minhos hand and stepping back to you, chan laughed, “i know that, you’re all anyone is talking about recently.”

minho raised an eyebrow, locking his eyes to yours.

“am i?”

“of course!” chan babbled, “everyone’s excited for the wedding.”

minho scoffed, eyes still glued to yours.

“not everyone.”

he didn’t bother to excuse himself before he shoved past you and chan, an action that could have easily been avoided with all the space the hallway held, and into your bedroom.

a confused expression plastered on your face as you turned to chan.

“i know i complain a lot, but he’s usually not that bad. not even near it.”

chan frowned, lowering his voice. minho was right inside the door, after all.

“did you get into a fight or something?”

you shook your head, why did it actually bother you that he seemed upset with you?

“maybe you should go talk to him?”

you debated it in your mind. you probably should go check out what was bothering him, he was fine not even twenty minutes ago at dinner, but you also wanted to stay and talk to chan. you wanted to catch up, to vent.

as if reading your mind, chan turned you to face him.

“hey, go. we’ll see each other plenty now. your mom wanted us to give you space for a while, but the guard is back on full duty.”

you nodded, eyes trained on your bedroom door. you walked away from chan practically the moment he gave you the good to go, stepping into your bedroom and shutting the door behind you.

it didn’t take you long to find minho. he was sat in his desk chair, fiddling with the cuffs of his shirt. he didn’t look up until you addressed him.

your voice was soft, “minho?”

if he hadn’t been so frustrated, he would have celebrated at your caring tone.

instead, he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms.

“what?”

your frown grew, “what happened? are you okay?”

“yeah,” he stood from his seat, mumbling as he crossed the room to the closet, where he pulled out his sleeping clothes and began to unbutton his day shirt, “i’m fine.”

maybe he expected you to leave it at that. it seemed that’s what he wanted, considering his choice to suddenly switch to his night clothes. whenever he started to undress, you hurried out of the room. this time, though, you were worried about him. actually worried about him.

so you stayed put.

“minho, i can tell that’s not true. you’re upset.”

he scoffed. as if your words had broken some dam inside of him, he let his frustrations free. his hands flew into the air, completely abandoning his shirt, which he had barely begun to unbutton.

“pardon me for not cheering when i see another man kissing my fiancé!”

“you- chan? you’re upset because i was speaking to my best friend.”

you said it more as a statement than a question.

“no,” he took a couple steps towards you, abandoning his sleep it’s clothes over the foot of the bed, “i’m upset because he kissed you.”

“on the forehead.”

“you wouldn’t let me do that though, would you?”

he was right in front of you now. you stuttered before replying, and it clicked in your mind: he was jealous. your demeanor softened.

“you’re mad that i let him kiss me and not you?”

he took a step back, running a hand through his hair as he nodded, a small pout on his lips.

the sight triggered something inside of you. he looked so real, so sad. he looked, for a lack of better words, genuinely hurt. it put the notion in your head that maybe he did care more about marrying you than just taking control of your kingdom.

you sighed, walking past him and to the closet, grabbing your change of clothes before stepping off into the bathroom to change. you heard him let out a soft sigh as you shut the door behind you, he must have assumed you dropped the topic. you didn’t know if he was glad that a fight hadn’t escalated or if he was upset that the conversation didn’t get to the point where he could kiss you and blame it on a flurry of emotions and jealousy.

you got into your sleeping clothes and, trusting that he had changed as well, you stepped back into the bedroom without asking if it was okay. you went straight for the bed, wordlessly finding a comfortable position as he slid in beside you. he reached out to shut off the lights and lay flat on his back, taking deep breaths and trying to get himself to calm down enough to sleep when he felt a weight on his waist followed by a warm presence pressing up against his side. he made a small sound of surprise as he looked down.

there you were, arm draped over his torso, cuddled into his side. your eyes were shut and your head rested against his chest.

any frustration he’d felt towards you far gone, he took the chance to wrap his arms around you, securing you to his body as if you were going to run away at any moment. he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. it was so light you wondered if he’d meant for you to feel it at all.

you shifted slightly, keeping your arm around his waist as you offered a small smile against his chest.

“there. even.”

things got easier from then on, although you wouldn’t admit it. you’d dropped your attempts at hating your new fiancé, how were you supposed to dislike him? you hadn’t dropped your hard feelings towards the situation and you definitely hadn’t agreed or started complying to the wedding, but you could bring it upon yourself to keep trying to be cold to minho. not even when the day was filled with wedding planning and dress fitting.

you’d woken up still in minho’s arms, even more so than you’d been when you had fallen asleep. your back was flat against his chest and one of his legs was sprawled over yours, practically trapping you as his arms held you around the waist.

maybe you should have been surprised to wake up that close to him or tried to pry his hands off of you, but you didn’t, and you didn’t want to. you hated yourself for it, but you were beginning to really consider the idea that he was your best bet. maybe complying and marrying him would be safer and more pleasant than anyone else your parents might throw your direction in the future if this wedding got called off.

minho shifted beside you, groaning at the light and removing an arm from your body to rub his eyes. the instant he did it, he dropped his arm back around you and held you close, as if he’d made a mistake by letting you go in the first place.

you laughed, and that’s always a good way to start a day.

it amazed minho how much your attitude towards him could change overnight. granted, you weren’t holding his hand and offering him kisses everywhere you went, but you had started actually initiating conversations with him. you joked with him and allowed yourself to laugh at his jokes, you didn’t even ignore him that much anymore. you weren’t treating him like your soon to be husband yet, but still. you treating him like a friend was better than you treating him like an enemy, even if it’s not what he really wanted.

“oh my god.” you groaned, “if i have to look at one more fucking shade of purple that looks exactly like the last and say which looks better i will absolutely lose my shit.”

he laughed, “you’re the one who said i would look hot in purple.”

you sent a glare his way, but it wasn’t like the ones you used to show him. it was joking, friendly.

“i did not say you’d look hot.”

“i think you did.”

“i can promise you i didn’t.”

“no, i’m pretty sure i remember you saying it. i think your exact words were, ‘oh, how lucky am i to have this treasure of a man as my future husband, i think purple-‘“

he was cut off by a call from the doorway of the room the two of you had been in practically all day, helping choose colors and getting fit for your wedding apparel.

“y/n, prince minho, dinner’s done.”

you knew immediately by the choice of laid back words that it was chan. no one else, not even your other friends, spoke to you like that outside of private.

you turned to the door, “one of these days i’m going to have you tarred and feathered for disrespecting me, bang chan.”

he laughed, “i’m sure you are.”

you met him at the door before minho even had the chance to stand, shoving him lightly.

“i am! watch, i’ll bring it up at dinner.”

he laughed, walking beside you as the three of you made your way to the dining room.

“isn’t it impolite to discuss executions during meal time?”

minho walked silently beside you, it was like you’d completely forgotten his existence once chan showed up.

“i might just break etiquette to speed up your punishment.”

another small laugh from him and then you were walking through the doors and into the dining room. you and minho took your seats at the table and chan took his standing along the wall with the rest of the guard and staff.

you turned to minho, “do you think we’re done for the day, then? or do we have more purple to look forward too?”

he shrugged your attempt at a joke off, trying not to show how bothered he was. so that’s how it was going to be? the second chan leaves, then he’s interesting enough to talk to again?

“maybe they’ll finally start making decorations and the suit and dress.”

either you hadn’t noticed his attitude change or didn’t care enough to react.

“i wonder how quickly they’ll pull things together.”

you really didn’t know. they could rush and work their butts off and you could be getting married within the next week, or they could take as much time as needed for preparations. you didn’t know. and if your parents had any clue, they didn’t bring it up.

their chosen dinner conversations were the same as they had been for the past many nights. talk about the wedding, who was going to be invited. was it bad manners to invite the brides minho had rejected? or was it polite? a good portion of the time not eating was spent with your mother trying to convince you to care more about the wedding. she was wholeheartedly convinced that you’d changed your mind and fallen in love with minho because you were being friendly now. she expected you to care more about the planning now that you didn’t seem so against it.

hurrying away from the dining room as soon as possible by claiming you’d had enough wedding talk for the day, which wasn’t a lie, you and minho made your way back to your bedroom. his earlier frustrations were forgotten as the two of you sat on the bed and talked about various books across the bookshelf.

as it turned out, some of the books ended up having to be put in storage. not for a lack of room, but simply because two copies were not needed. you shared a lot of the same interests.

“i told you,” he said, only half joking, “we’re meant for each other.”

you shoved him, pulling the book from his hands. before you could reply, he was speaking again.

“be careful! that’s my copy!”

you laughed, clutching the book to your chest and turning away as he reached for it.

“not anymore! it’s ours.”

“it is not. that is very much so mine.”

“no,” you insisted, moving again to keep him from grabbing it, “nothing in this room is yours. it’s all ours. or mine.”

he laughed, stopping his useless attempts at grabbing the book.

“yours?”

you nodded, “my stuff is still mine. but yours is ours now.”

with that, he jumped on you, tackling you onto your back. you dropped the book somewhere during the attack and it made a loud noise as it fell to the floor.

“what about you?” he asked, easily keeping you from struggling, “you’re mine, aren’t you?”

you stopped struggling, showing him the game was over.

“i don’t belong to anyone.”

you easily shoved him off of you in his stunned state. he hadn’t meant to offend you.

“y/n, that’s not what i meant.”

you cut him off as you shut the bathroom door behind you, night clothes in hand. you took significantly longer to change than you needed, both you and him knew that. he would have had time to crawl into bed and fall asleep three times over as he as waiting for you, but he didn’t. truth be told, he wasn’t sure if he was capable of falling asleep without you beside him anymore. he might have to test that theory, he didn’t know if you would let him hold you that night after he unintentionally upset you.

just as things were beginning to work, he messed it up. he really hadn’t meant to imply he owned you in any way, he was only trying to be cute, maybe get you to say yourself that you were going to marry him, maybe even that you wanted to.

he didn’t know the exact rules of falling in love, but if he could say anything for certain it would be that he was in love with you. maybe it was when he saw your name on that paper and his fantasy became a possible reality that he really fell, or maybe it was when he saw you face to face for the first time after learning you’d be the one he’d marry, he really didn’t know. he had no clue when it changed from some childish crush into fill blown love, but it did.

was it even possible to be in love with someone you’d only met a handful of times and were only paired to marry a few weeks prior? it must have been. otherwise, how would he explain the feeling in his chest whenever he saw you?

when you finally came out of the bathroom, you silently put your clothes in the basket and crawled into bed. like always, minho switched off the lights and secured the covers over himself, shifting until he found a comfortable position. he was debating in his mind if he should reach out and try to hold you or if that would just make everything worse when you scooted so your back was to his chest, not outright cuddling him but giving the invitation.

he obliged immediately, wrapping his arm around you while the other went to play with your hair. he placed another one of his gentle, barely-there kisses to the side of your head as he muttered a soft, “i’m sorry.”

he didn’t know whether you replied or not, he fell asleep as the last syllable fell from his lips.

you didn’t go as easily. if your internal clock was at all accurate, you’d been laying there for at least two hours, wide awake. you couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was keeping you up, probably the wedding, maybe the small fight with minho. either way, you could think of a better way to spend the time as long as you weren’t going to fall asleep.

carefully, you pulled minho’s arms off of you and slowly crawled out of bed, trying your hardest not to wake him up. you stood at the side of the bed for a moment, watching minho to make sure you hadn’t disturbed him, before creeping over to the door. you opened it as quietly as possible and peaked out. neither of the guards stationed outside your room were chan.

felix was on duty though, and he sent you a confused look as you stepped into the hallway and pulled the door shut behind you.

“where are you going? if you need something i’ll get it for you.”

you shook your head, “just can’t sleep. is chan in the bunks?”

felix nodded and you started off down the hallway towards the rooms the guards slept in when they didn’t have night duty.

“hey, wait,” felix called after you, moving slightly as if he were going to follow, “i’m not technically supposed to let you go alone.”

you frowned at him, “it’s literally two minutes away and i’m headed to a room full of guards. i’ll be fine.”

he thought for a moment before moving back to stand in his original position, “fine. but if some hallway demon kills you on the way there that’s on you.”

you chuckled at his joke and made your way through the halls and to the wing that houses all of the staff that lived there. you weren’t technically supposed to go there at night, you weren’t really supposed to even leave your room at night, but none of the guards in the halls tried to stop you on your journey. it wasn’t uncommon for you to visit chan at night, especially not when you were younger. the both of you used to have trouble sleeping and it was much easier for you to sneak out and into his room than the other way around.

you gently opened the door and stepped into the room, heading right for chans bed. there were a dozen other sleeping guards, not all of them from your personal guard, also asleep on their own beds. you tapped chan awake, stifling your laugh when he flinched awake.

you used to wake him at least half of the nights he didn’t have duty, yet he still flinched every time you woke him up.

he looked confused to see you there but he didn’t hesitate to stand and follow you into the hallway.

when there, you went down away from the doors so you could talk freely without disturbing anyone and slid down the wall. chan did the same, seating himself right next to you.

“what’s up? you haven’t woken me up in the middle of the night for a while.”

you laughed, “yeah, i don’t know. i couldn’t sleep. plus, i’ve missed you. even with the guard back, i haven’t been able to spend time with you recently.”

he nodded, leaning to rest his head on your shoulder, “i know. i’ve missed you too.”

there was a brief pause before he spoke again.

“what’s on your mind?”

you scoffed lightly, “i don’t think there’s room for anything other than thoughts about the wedding right now. i can’t even breathe without someone mentioning it.”

chan chuckled, “it is kind of a big deal.”

you ignored him, “i don’t want to marry minho, chan.”

he took a deep breath, “why?”

“why?”

“why? tell me exactly what’s so bad about him.”

you didn’t hesitate before answering, “i’m being forced into it! i didn’t even get a choice, chan!”

he ignored your words, “no, what’s bad about him? not the situation, not the wedding, minho.”

you thought for a moment, wracked your brain for answers, but you couldn’t think of one genuine issue you had against him specifically. you’d actually began to enjoy being around him.

chan waited for a while before he decided you weren’t going to answer.

“it seems to me like you two click really well.”

you shrugged.

“i think you should give him a chance, y/n.”

your brows furrowed in confusion, “what do you mean?”

“i mean i think you’re upset because you don’t want to get married, not because you don’t want to get married to him. and i think he might be changing your mind whether you know it or not.”

your frown didn’t lift.

“have you ever thought that maybe it’s fate that he ended up being your only option?”

not only did your frown once again not lift, it got deeper.

“i’m telling you y/n, a best friend knows. no matter how much you say you hate him, you’re falling for that boy.”

you cut in without hesitation, “no, i am not.”

his eyes widened and a grin spread across his face, “you are! no one is that defensive when they’re not lying.”

you hit him lightly and he continued, “for real, y/n. i think you like him more than you realize. just play nice for a while.”

“i am playing nice.”

“no,” he said, “you’re acting nice. actually let your guard down around him. let him in. let yourself feel the things you’re feeling for him.”

you grumbled. if anyone was going to be able to talk you into this marriage, it would be chan.

“okay.”

he followed your actions as you stood up.

“do you want me to walk you back?”

you shook your head, “i’ll be fine. go back to bed.”

he chuckled at your grumpy attitude, pulling you into a tight hug before letting you go. he watched until you turned a corner and he could no longer see you before stepping back into his room.

felix greeted you at your bedroom door.

“no hallway demons?”

“no hallway demons.”

“you’re lucky.”

you laughed at the boy and sent him a weird look to which he smiled in return. just as you had earlier, you carefully retraced your steps until you were back in bed with minho. taking chan’s request for you to try to warm up more to the idea of marrying minho, you secured yourself next to him, wrapping an arm around his torso. although, you probably would have done that even if minho’s name hadn’t even come up in your and chan’s conversation. you were finding that being in minho’s arms while you slept felt good. the thought that being held by anyone while sleeping would be comforting, it wasn’t just minho, crossed your mind before chan’s words echoed in your head.

“let yourself feel the things you’re feeling for him.”

maybe it was that it was minhos arms that made it so gentle and caring. if you thought about it, you couldn’t make a list longer than what you could count on one hand of who you would let sleep in the same bed as you, let alone cuddle you while sleeping. you’d only ever fallen asleep in minho of chans arms. and your parents, of course.

maybe you did feel deeper for the boy than you let yourself realize. maybe, despite every word coming out of your mouth insisting that you didn’t, you wanted to marry him.

several days went by, several wedding preparations were made. it turned out that they’d decided to go the rushed route, planning to hold the wedding ceremony as soon as possible. it was only two day’s out now. even though you still hadn’t even officially stated your acceptance of the wedding, preparations were in full force.

as you studied your reflection and took in the details of the gown you’d be wearing as you walked down the isle, you wondered how hard the seamstress’ must have worked to produce such a gorgeous piece of art in only a few days.

it was the traditional white color and it wasn’t anything overly fancy, you’d made it clear you wouldn’t wear it if it was. despite how quickly it had been made, it was clear it wasn’t rushed. every stitch looked perfect.

there were small embroidered designs along the fabric, popping out against the white of the base. the designs were a beautiful lilac purple, and although you knew that you and minho had chosen the exact shade, you wouldn’t have been able to decipher the shade from any of the other light purples that the seamstresses had in stock.

you assumed that minho had the same purple accenting his suit, but you had no clue what it looked like. your mothers were very adamant about neither of you seeing each other in the wedding apparel before the big event.

you bet he looked amazing.

you continued to admire yourself and the dress as several people checked the fitting, making sure the sizing was perfect and didn’t need any more alterations. when they decided it was, you found yourself not wanting to take the dress off quite yet. you couldn’t help but be excited for the next time you’d get to wear it.

minho was waiting for you when you stepped out of the room and into the hallway. apparently his fitting had taken less time than yours. suits did tend to be easier to size.

you let him take your hand as the two of you made your way to your bedroom. you’d taken chan’s advice and stopped shoving down emotions, and it made you realize how much you genuinely enjoyed minho. as much as you hated the way things worked and the way you got put together, you were beginning to think that maybe it had some sense to it. chan might have been right when he said that minho being your only choice was fate.

you dropped his hand to pick up the watering jug and fill it. he insisted on carrying it to your garden. you made no attempt to take it back when he held it out for you.

“no,” you laughed, “i showed you how to tell if they need watered yesterday. you do it.”

his eyes widened, “y/n, i seriously don’t think you want me to do that, i’ll kill them.”

“you will not,” you giggled, “but fine. i’ll help you.”

you approached the first plant along with him. it was a large basil plant. you didn’t use it for cooking or baking, the garden had plenty of basil that was used to harvest, but this one was just for show.

“check the soil.”

he did as you instructed, pressing his fingers into the dirt to check for moisture.

“i think it’s okay?”

his words came out as more of a question than a statement.

you reached forward and double checked, smiling and clapping your hands together when you realized he’d gotten it correct.

he did the same for the next plant, a lavender bush, claiming more confidently now that it didn’t need watered yet either. you checked, letting out an exaggerated gasp.

“i can’t believe you’re trying to kill my lavender plant. how could you?”

he sputtered, “i’m not! i really thought that it was fine!”

you huffed, taking the water from his hand and watering the plant.

“i can never trust you again.”

you started to check the other plants, watering a few of them. he complained and promised he’d learn better, but you continued to ignore him.

“my own fiancé... trying to kill my babies.”

you only stopped teasing him when he wrapped his arms around you from behind, holding you tight and promising into your shoulder that he didn’t want to hurt your plants.

you turned to face him, his hands still resting on your hips.

“okay, i’ll give you one more chance.”

you gestured towards the last few plants you had yet to check, a couple flowers that minho couldn’t what you said were named.

he walked up to them, taking his time to check them before turning to you.

“the yellow ones are okay, the purple and blue ones need watered.”

you eyes him suspiciously as you went to check his claim, breaking out in a smile when you found that he was correct.

“technically, the yellow ones could use a little water, but i’ll say you passed.”

he laughed and watched you water the last plants before reaching out your free hand and taking hold of his. you set the watering can by the door and made your way back to your bedroom where minho dropped your hand and headed to his desk.

he’d grown confident enough in your comfort towards him that he wasn’t afraid to do things like that anymore, drop your hand or break away from a hug. he knew you’d let him hold you again. it wasn’t like less than a week earlier where he felt like you might run away if he didn’t hold you tight enough.

he leaned down and shuffled through some papers on his desk. you recognized them as archery point sheets. he hadn’t been lying when he said he was good, he scored nines and tens easily from distances you wouldn’t have even been able to get close to hitting the target at, even after letting him give you some tips on aiming.

you snickered as you pulled out one specific scoring sheet that caught your eye. it was an insanely long distance round, the longest he’d ever tried yet, and he’d managed to score two nines and an eight.

you laughed as you help the paper up, “an eight? you suck.”

he tried to glare at you, but a smile poked through. you saw him made a move and dropped the paper, darting to get away from him.

he caught you quite easily, tackling you onto the bed. he held you loosely as he straddled you.

“take it back. say i’m the best archer you’ve ever seen.”

you shook your head, smile plastered on your lips.

“take it back!” he whined.

you shook your head again, trying not to laugh.

“whatever.” he released you from his grip, crawling off of you, “this is why i tried to kill your plants.”

you gasped, “i knew it!”

he laughed as he reached for his pajamas, stepping into the bathroom and pulling the door lightly shut. it didn’t close all the way, there was still a small crack. he wasn’t as shy as you were, you’d learned that all too well. you were surprised he even went into the bathroom at all.

he waited until he heard you drop your day clothes into the bin before coming back into the bedroom. he put his dirty clothes next to yours and crawled into bed beside you, following his same routine of shutting off the lights before pulling you into his arms.

as he always did with you there beside him, he fell asleep easily.

you had fallen into a deep sleep as well before something woke you up a couple hours later. you couldn’t say what it was that had woken you, maybe it was nothing at all. regardless, you sat there for a few minutes before realizing you weren’t going back to sleep any time soon. you looked at the boy beside you.

you considered waking him up to keep you company until you could fall asleep again, but decided against it. he looked too peaceful. chan, however, you had no issue waking from a peaceful sleep.

sitting a few yards from any doors leading to people sleeping, you spoke to your best friend.

“am i going crazy, channie?”

he hummed, “probably, but why?”

you sent a light glare towards him before answering, “being kind of excited for the wedding.”

he broke out into a huge grin, “i so called it.”

you frowned in confusion and he continued.

“i said you were in love with him and you so are.”

you shook your head, “i’m not... in love with him,”

why did the words seem foreign?

“i just think i might, i don’t know, actually see us working out, and not just as a royal couple, together to rule. like as a genuine pair.”

he made a sound of understanding, “you’re totally in love with him.”

you didn’t deny it a second time.

you frowned as you approached your bedroom door. there was a faint light peaking out from under the crack in the door. you inched it open to find minho awake, sat up on the bed reading with a single lamp on. he looked up when he heard you enter.

“hey,” you greeted him, “why are you awake?”

he shrugged, “guess i got cold without you next to me.”

you got back into bed with him, pulling the blankets over your legs and leaning over to see what he was reading.

“what are you reading?”

he shut the book momentarily, marking his page with his finger and showing you the cover before flipping it back open and resuming where he left off.

you frowned. it wasn’t like him to ignore you like this.

“is something wrong? did you have a nightmare?”

he shut his book, tossing it to the ground beside his side of the bed. he pressed his lips together.

“yeah, i keep having these dreams that my fiancé is leaving in the middle of the night to secretly meet up with some guy. it’s weird.”

you raised your eyebrows, “who told you that?”

he shrugged, “asked the guard outside the door one night after you left what you were doing, he said you were visiting chan.”

you nodded, “yeah, i do that sometimes, is that an issue?”

he scoffed, “no, i just brought it up for fun.”

you pursed your lips, “really, minho? why does it bother you so much?”

there was no hesitation in his next words, almost as if he’d been itching to say them for a while now.

“is there something going on between you two?”

you scoffed, “seriously? you really think that?”

by now he had stood from the bed, “it doesn’t seem so crazy.”

you stood as well, challenging him as you stepped around the bed and in front of him.

“yeah, it does. it sounds insane.”

he looked you straight in the eyes, “does it? because it makes perfect sense to me. you won’t let me kiss you, you won’t sign the marriage contact even though you know you’re stuck with me, you’re so comfortable around him and you keep leaving in the middle of the night to meet with him in secret. it literally screams affair, y/n!”

“you seriously believe that i would cheat on you?”

“i don’t even think you see it as cheating since you don’t take a single fucking part of our relationship seriously.”

he took a step forward and you instinctively stepped back.

“i do take it seriously.”

he continued to close in on you until your back was pressed to the wall.

“then act like it.”

without thinking, you did just that. you acted.

you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down, crashing his lips to yours. it wasn’t what you’d expected your first kiss to be like, you’d actually imagined it would be at the altar, but you weren’t complaining.

he reacted immediately, hands finding their way across your body. he slid one down your leg, stopping at your thigh and tapping it. you got the message, jumping up and wrapping your legs around his waist. your back collided with the wall and the paintings hung there shook a little, but you couldn’t be bothered to care. not when he tasted as good as he did.

one hand secure on your thigh to hold you up, the other found its way under your night gown and up your bare leg to the bare skin of your torso. he broke away for a moment as his fingers inched higher up.

“is this okay?”

you barely had time to mumbled a yes before your lips were back on his. you hadn’t realized you wanted to kiss him so bad until you finally did.

he let you breathe for a second as he peppered kisses along your neck, his hand exploring your body under your gown. his fingers found their way to your breasts and he squeezed one, causing a soft moan to fall from your lips.

he cursed at the sound, attaching his lips back to yours and turning to walk you to the bed. he easily sat you down, back to the mattress, and hiked up your night dress. you let out another soft moan when his hands finally made their way to your core. he ran his fingers over your clothed folds.

“you swear this is only mine?”

you nodded, “yes.”

“you promise?” he spoke between kisses, “tell me you promise.”

“i promise.”

that seemed to be enough for him as he growled against your lips, slipping his hand down the waistband of your panties.

you struggled to keep quiet as he finally made direct contact to your dripping core.

he cooed, “what, baby? no need to be quiet. who’s gonna hear? the guards?” you could feel his breath against your neck, “is chan on duty? is he right outside the door? let him hear you.”

you could only whine in response as he toyed with your clit.

you made a sound of annoyance when he pulled his hand from your panties, but your disappointment didn’t last for long. he pulled you to sit up so he could remove your night clothes, tossing them god knows where on the ground. he let out a deep groan as his eyes came on contact with your bare chest.

he brought his hands up to cup them, one in each hand.

“you’re gorgeous.”

he let one of his hands fall back to caressing the rest of your body and replaced it with his lips, taking your nipple into his mouth. despite his earlier demands not to try to silence yourself, a hand flew to your mouth as you let out an embarrassingly loud moan for how little stimulation you were getting.

he popped off your breast and licked a long stripe down your stomach until he reached the waistband of your underwear. he glanced up at you to make sure you were still on board before looking his fingers on them and pulling them down your legs. immediately, you tried to close your legs in embarrassment, but he easily held them open.

he placed sloppy kisses to your neck as his fingers teased your entrance.

“has he ever seen you like this?”

“no.”

“you really expect me to believe that?”

“it’s true.” your words came out strangled as he slowly began to slide a finger into your heat. it was unusual and uncomfortable at first, but you got used to it, nearly screaming when he curled his finger and a line of pleasure shot through you.

he hummed, “i can tell you’re not lying, baby. no one is this sensitive if they’ve been fucking their royal guardsman behind their fiancé’s back.”

you whined as he added another finger, “haven’t- haven’t done this before.”

he hushed you, “i know, angel. you’re doing so well, just relax.”

you gripped tightly onto his shirt as he continued to work his fingers inside of you. with a particularly rough curl of his fingers, you felt something inside of you let go and a wave of pleasure flowed over your body. you let out the most heavenly sounds as minho worked your through your orgasm and he felt a swell of pride knowing that he was the only one who had ever made you feel so good. he was the only one who would ever make you feel this way.

he rode you through your orgasm before placing a gentle kiss to your lips. you tugged are the bottom of his shirt.

“are you sure, baby?”

you nodded, far too worked up to let out coherent words. he complied, slipping his shirt over his shoulders and ridding himself of his pants. you stared at his chest, reaching out to touch his skin before you even realized you were doing it. you slid your hand down his body until you came in contact with his hard length. he hissed as your hand wrapped around him, slowly stroking him. you couldn’t keep your eyes off of his cock as you basked in the sounds he made. the sounds you made him make.

he reached down and grabbed your wrist, “baby, i won’t last much longer if you keep this up.”

you nodded, reluctantly letting him guide your hand away from his length. you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your fingers in his hair as you felt him like himself up with your entrance.

the noise you let out when he began to sink into you could only be described as divine. minho had to stop for a moment and recollect himself, he really wouldn’t last long if you sounded like that at every move he made.

after a few moments, he was fully buried inside of you. he waited for you to adjust to his size before slowly pulling out, only to roughly slam back into you.

he had every intention of going slow and being gentle for your first time, but everything, from the way your pussy felt wrapped around him to the way you moaned out his name was too much for him.

despite his previous remark for you to let yourself be loud, he guided your face to his shoulder when he became genuinely concerned you may wake the entire castle.

“bite down.”

you did as he said, sinking your teeth into the flesh of the junction between his shoulder and neck. he let out a sound that made you think for a moment that you’d bitten too hard, but when you released your grip he groaned out, asking you to do it again.

he brought his hand between your bodies and began running slow circles onto your clit as his cock worked magic inside of you.

“im close. gonna fill you up, is that okay?”

you barely managed to get out a yes through the pleasure you were feeling.

“fuck, gonna let me fuck my babies into you, huh?”

he adjusted your legs and the new angle plus his fingers working expertly on your clit threw you over the edge.

“you’re going to be a great mother one day.”

you bit down hard on his shoulder as you came, only releasing the grip to tell him how good he was making you feel.

he came soon after, muttering praises and gushing about how good you did. he groaned as he gave a last few thrusts, watching as his and your cum leaked out with every thrust of his hips. the sight nearly made him hard again.

he pulled out, grabbing his discarded night shirt and wiping his length off before tossing it to the side again. he leaned back over you, connecting his lips to yours to swallow the whine you let out when his fingers connected back to your core.

he collected the cum that had dripped out and spread itself along your thighs and onto the sheets, pushing it back into you with his fingers.

he hushed you as you whined from overstimulation, “i know baby, i know, but we don’t wanna waste any, do we?”

you shook your head.

“no, we don’t. that’s my good girl.”

he connected his lips back to yours, “you’ll look gorgeous with my baby in your belly.”

you were honestly too fucked out to process anything that was happening, just laying there and letting him do what he wanted. despite the discomfort the overstimulation brought, you couldn’t help but complain when he pulled his fingers out of you, wiping them on his night shirt and slipping your panties back onto you.

needless to say, you slept easily after that.

you were beyond sore the next morning, but you couldn’t bring yourself to regret it. the achy legs and raw throat were worth it.

you hurried to get dressed and shower off the sweat and other substances on your body the next morning before hurrying down for breakfast. minho had showered with you, insisting that since he made the mess, he should clean it up.

although your parents had already been confident that you’d changed your mind about the wedding, if anyone had doubts, including yourself, they were long gone.

a drastic change from even just the day before, you and minho stole kisses nearly any time you could. leaning over to grab the salt? kiss. walking past him to grab a book? kiss. sitting down waiting for more orders on how to help prepare for the wedding that was only a day away? kiss, kiss, kiss.

you’d been so caught up in your newfound love for kissing your fiancé that you didn’t even notice as chan snuck up to talk to you.

instinctively, minho’s arm tightened around your waist. he believed you when you promised him that you and chan were just friends, but he was still protective.

“so... hyunjin tells me i was right.”

you frowned in confusion, “what?”

“hyunjin said i was right. he had guard duty outside of your room last night and he told me you really warmed up to minho overnight.”

you nearly choked on your own spit at the realization that not only had your guards, your friends, heard last nights events, by the sound of it, they’d told everyone else.

minho didn’t even try to his hide proud smile has you blushed, covering your face in his chest.

chan turned to minho, “i knew she’d fall for you eventually. she used to gush about how cute you were when we were kids.”

you opened your mouth to protest, “that is not true.”

it really wasn’t. maybe you’d mentioned that he was easier to be around than many of the other royal, stuck up kids, but you had never said anything close to what chan claimed.

chan turned to minho, nodding his head as he scratched his nose, “it’s totally true.”

“it’s literally just not.”

he made a sound of disagreement.

“that is a big fat lie and you know it!”

you reached out to hit him and he dodged it, making a scene out of saying felix called him before hurrying away. you turned to minho.

“it’s not true.”

he shrugged, “it’s probably true.”

“it’s not!”

when you walked down the isle, minho could have swore his heart stopped. you looked gorgeous. the dress framed you perfectly and the delicate flower crown placed on your head looked just on you. he made a mental note to compliment whoever had planned your full outfit.

the closer you got, the more minho worried that your vows would be droned out by the sound of his heart beating against his rib cage.

you finally stepped in front of him, letting him get a clear view of you in your dress for the first time. you weren’t much better, speechless as you took in how handsome he looked. your felt your eyes began to well up at the realization of what was happening. who would have known you’d be crying from happiness, not disappointment or fear?

your eyes met minho’s own glassy ones and you let out a small laugh, speaking so only he could hear.

“i was right when i said you’d look hot in purple.”

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