#but i was in such shock that i gave the receptionist my card

[seeingivy]

it's time to go

actor eren x f!reader

**part of my method acting series

an: im sweating.

songs/media mentioned: happiness by taylor swift and it's time to go by taylor swift (not mentioned but name of the chapter!!)

previous part linked here

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You take a deep breath in as you stand at the shining bright doors of the building, the reflective mirrors at the front showing you your small frame in comparison. You brush down the ends of your dress, ridding your palms of the sweat accumulating as you push through the doors. 

There’s a receptionist sitting at the front, with short black hair who is diligently typing away on the computer. You can see the issue of Vogue, the one the Attack on Titan cast did for season two, placed in a placard at the top of the desk. And when you look around, you see that every Vogue cover you’ve done - the one of you and Sukuna, for your albums - is displayed everywhere. 

Then again. This is a big deal. Surely it’ll be their biggest feature of the year. 

“Alright. Your interview should be up the stairs, in room eleven. They’ll start set-up at twenty and then the interview will start at half-past.” she states, handing you a shiny key-card. 

“Would you happen to know if my request regarding the piano was approved?” 

“I believe so. It should be in the room.” she responds, smiling. 

“Thank you!” you respond. 

You walk up the stairs and find the room, a few workers shuffling around the set. They all give you polite smiles as you walk straight onto the stage, an expensive brown couch on the left and the grand piano you requested on the right. 

You take your backpack off and pull out the box, filled with polaroids all tagged to perfection for your interview, as they all start adjusting the microphones and cameras into place. A shorter, older woman walks up to you, shaking the microphone pack in her hand as she gestures for you to stand up. 

“Hi! Thank you so much for helping me out today. I’m Y/N.” you respond, clipping the pack to the back of your dress. 

“No problem. I’m Leila.” 

You pause. 

“I know you. We-we’ve met before, right?” 

Her face widens in shock as she nods, a bright smile spreading across her face. 

“Yes, that’s right.” she murmurs, voice quiet. 

“It was…god. That was years ago, back when we were doing press for season two. We filmed a video for your daughter, she was asleep and she was a really big fan, right? How is she doing?” 

“She’s doing good. She’s still a big fan of your music.” she says, smiling as she loops the wires through your ears, shuffling your hair behind your ear as she readjusts. 

“That’s sweet. I’m so glad she enjoys it, that-that’s very special to me that she does.” you respond, cheeks warm and something stirring in your chest. 

You take her in full, trying hard to wrack your brain for how she used to look. She’s definitely years older now - five to be exact - but you can’t pinpoint any. No wrinkles, no tiredness - still the same woman you knew. 

But you’re miles away from who you used to be, having aged what feels like eons. You think back to the interview, the compliments you and Eren gave to each other stinging in your mind. 

Eren. I wouldn’t be standing here if it wasn’t for you. Not only because you took a chance on me after our first screen test, but every other hiccup along the way was only something I could swallow because of you. You-your steadfast determination and belief in me is something so inspiring, so warm unlike anything else. You’ve always been a safe place for me, somewhere I can always run to when I need someone. I’m so glad we can always be fish together. 

Y/N. You’ve always been able to sense my feelings - my happiness, my frustrations, my pain - without me having to tell you. And you always, always know how to say the right thing to bring me back down to Earth from it all. You make me a better person and I love you for it.

You’re sure you're crying as you look back at Leila, her eyes wide as she reaches forward to wipe the tears. The deep feeling, the sadness sitting so deep in your chest that you’ve been trying to ignore, is suddenly too overwhelming, too loud for you to swallow. 

“I’m so sorry. Was it something I said?” she asks, her look frantic. 

You take her hand in yours, squeezing three times. 

“No. It’s me. I just remembered that interview. What Eren and I had said to each other and it made me a little sad, that’s all.” you respond, wiping your tears against the back of your hand. 

Her face deflates. 

“I’m very sorry for what happened. To the both of you.” 

You sigh. 

“Thank you. I-I appreciate that.” 

“This industry is not kind. To anyone. And having seen how you two were as kids, how genuine,  it’s sad to see what they’ve said to you both. You know that most of it, if any, isn’t your fault. People- they’re cruel. You’re a very brave girl for still coming here.” 

You swallow hard. And hope she still thinks you’re brave at the end of your interview. 

You sit down on the couch, anxiously tucking the ends of your hair towards the back of your ears, as the interviewer walks in, a bright smile on her face. Leila leaves, giving you a thumbs up as she walks away.

“Y/N. Congratulations. I’m Layla. Thank you for finally coming down for your interview.” she states, taking her seat on the couch next to you as they adjust the microphone in front of her. She has a blue box in her hands, which she tucks behind the couch. 

You don’t miss the snub she makes at you for postponing for months on end. You became a triple threat months ago. And your interview - about your career, about your work - was supposed to happen ages ago. 

“Thank you for waiting until I was ready. I can promise you-you won’t be disappointed with what I have for you. What’s that?” 

“It’s for you. We’re saving it for the end of the interview.” she states, giving you a smile. 

You nod, as you brace your knuckles against your own box, the director coming over to give you both directions and stage you properly against the cameras. 

“Hello everyone! My name is Layla Ray and I’m here with Y/N L/N. After a great deal of anticipation, Y/N is finally here, seated with Vogue, for the infamous triple threat interview. We’re going to go through the highs and lows of her career and ultimately discuss what comes with such a great title. Y/N, how are you feeling?” she asks, giving you a bright smile. 

You swallow hard. 

“Thank you, Layla. I’m doing okay. How are you?” 

“I’m great, thank you for asking. This interview has been a long time coming. Six months to be exact. Any particular reason why?” she states, adjusting her tone to be quieter, matching your tone. You can tell she’s a skilled interviewer - the excitement from before dying down as she brings the energy lower. 

“I-I wanted to be sure of what I wanted to say here. I want to be honest when we talk about my career and that requires self-reflection. I needed the time to do that. And I-I brought things here to share so I had to put those together too.” you state. 

“We’ll go back to the start then. What drew you to the industry - acting, singing, dancing?” she asks. 

You pull out your first picture, the one you ripped off of your wall. The paint is still stuck to the tape on the back, the picture of you, Falco, and Colt at your popstar themed birthday party. Colt and Falco have excited smiles on their faces, a sparkly pink crown on top of your head and your hands are clenched around the microphone, at the bottom. You can hear Eren’s words ringing in your mind. 

Everyone else holds the microphone at the top, their fingers nearly wrapped around the wire. You’re like the only person I know who holds it at the bottom - like you’re doing in the picture. 

“This is me at my fourth birthday party. It was a popstar themed birthday party my parents threw for me. I performed a little show for them and my brothers, did karaoke, the whole thing. I-I saw Hange’s speech a few years later when they became a triple threat and it-it basically cemented this as my dream.” you respond, holding up the picture before handing it to Layla. 

She’s smiling, running her fingers over the picture. 

“This must be a surreal moment. A dream come true.” 

You wish. 

“Let’s talk about Attack on Titan. How did you find out about it, what was it like being cast, and on a set for the first time?” 

“I found out about it through a flier at my coffee shop. I kind of showed up on a whim and did a chemistry read with my co-star. I got the role later that week and was flown out to be with them all. I-I was overwhelmed when I got there at first. I didn’t know much about the set, the terms that you’re supposed to use, they-they had to teach it all to me, like I was a five year old. A fish out of water moment.” 

You nervously walk to the other side of the set, where Eren’s sitting in the makeup chair. The team is brushing through the ends of his brown locks, his eyes fixed on his script in front of him, as he murmurs his lines under his breath. You reach forward and snatch the paper out of his hands and tuck it under your arm. 

“Good morning to you too, Y/N.” he responds, eyes wide as he smiles at you. 

“Sorry. Good morning, Eren.” 

He smiles. 

“I was joking. Did you need something?” 

“I have an embarrassing question. Can you come here?” you murmur, cheeks burning pink. 

He quickly hops off the chair, giving a sympathetic nod to the makeup team, as he wraps his arm around your shoulder, his face close to yours as you talk in hushed tones. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“What’s a hot brick?” you ask. 

“Huh?” 

“Hange. They-they asked me to bring them a hot brick. And when I said what, they were like…You do know what a hot brick is, right? And I got so embarrassed I kind of ran away and now I don’t know what to do.” 

Eren pauses as he registers, which is immediately followed by him smiling and leading you towards the back of the room. He picks up one of the charged batteries of the walkie talkies and places it flat in your palm. 

“A hot brick is a fully charged battery.” 

“Oh. Right. Th-thanks, Eren.” 

He puts his hand on your shoulder. 

“It’s only like your sixth day on a set. I didn’t even know this stuff until the end of my first movie. You-you aren’t behind, I promise.” 

“Okay. Thanks, I guess.” 

“I’ll help you. Before the rest of the cast gets here. Teach you all the terms and the secrets and stuff. You’ll be a natural.” 

“Really?” 

Eren gives you a nod, the smile on his face drawing your eyes to his dimples. 

“Thank you, Eren. Really.” 

“It’s no biggie. I’ll help you with anything you want. Just ask, okay?” 

“One of our most overwhelming questions that we received was what was it like filming with your cast? Your show - along with Jujutsu Kaisen - were really the first of their types to have such a big child actor presence on them.” 

You smile, pulling out your next three pictures. The first - it's a picture of you and Bertholdt, holding a World’s Greatest Dad mug in front of Levi, who has the most annoyed expression on his face. The second is of you and Historia - tying Reiner’s hair into two tiny ponytails. And the third - you and Marco, hugging each other so hard that your cheeks are pressed together. 

“It was the time of my life, really. I-I went to sleep every night with a smile on my face. They were genuinely such good friends of mine and this experience, these memories - they’ll always be special to me.”

“Do you have a favorite memory?” she asks. 

“Hm. I-we were all kind of immature at that age. I still am. Anything related to dirty jokes, especially when Erwin or Hange were involved is a surefire favorite. Sometimes I’ll remember them and still burst out laughing.” 

The teacher stands at the front of the makeshift classroom, the lazy energy enveloping the room. The warm haze of the summer has the ends of your hair sticking to your neck, the cold desk soothing your burning skin - preventing you from listening to whatever the physics teacher is saying about the solar system. 

You look to your right to find the same sentiment shared by everyone else too. Eren’s eyes are closed, his chin resting against his desk as the sweat rolls down the side of his face. Connie and Sasha are sharing a cold drink between them and Jean’s nearly turning pink as he fans Mikasa - the only one who looks relatively comfortable right now. 

You kick Eren’s leg.

“Hm? What’dya want, sweetheart?” he murmurs. 

“Jean is fanning Mika. You could do the same.” you groan. 

You feel a light breeze on your neck as you turn your head to see Eren, leaning against his arm as he fans you with the book. You take it from his hand, giving a head shake as you turn to your side, the two of you facing each other on the aisles. You instinctively place your feet on top of his, the two of you looking at each other. 

“I was kidding.” 

“I know. I don’t mind though. You’re looking a little hot.” 

You smile. 

“Just a little?” 

“Shut up. You know exactly what I think about how you look.” he says, rolling his eyes. 

You bite back your smile. 

“And that’s why the answer is Uranus.” the teacher says, metal pointer smacking against the board. 

You look up at Eren, the two of you so incredulous - from the heat, from being stuck in here for three hours, from how stupid of a word it is - that you both burst out laughing. And then get in trouble together. 

“What the hell was so funny that your teacher had to take you out of class?” Levi asks, arms crossed against his chest as he stares the two of you down, hours later. Hange and Erwin are trying to mimic his intimidated stance, but all you and Eren can do is laugh. 

“Um. You don’t want to know, Levi.” you respond. 

“It’s stupid. We’re sorry.” Eren states. 

“No. No, I want to know what was so funny that you laughed so hard you pissed one of your nicest teachers off.” 

You and Eren give each other a look. 

“It-it’s inappropriate. We’re really sorry, okay? We’ll go and apologize right away.” 

You and Eren stand up, linking arms together as you move to walk away. Except Levi’s moved in front of you two, an entirely different look on his face. 

“Do I need to have a talk with you two?” 

“What?” you ask. 

“A talk. About sex.” 

You and Eren turn your heads to each other, eyes wide. And you immediately start back tracking. 

“Levi. Ew- oh my god. What’s wrong with you? You’re so disgusting. And-and-and a pervert.” 

“Y/N. Do we have to have a talk? Are you being safe? Why are you guys making dirty jokes in class that you can’t tell me?” he repeats, eyes burning into yours. 

“No! Oh my god Levi! It’s not like that.” 

Levi looks back at Hange as you look over at Eren, who's pouting at you. 

“What, Eren?” 

“You don’t have to act like you’re soooo repulsed by it. That’s not what you sounded like-” 

You smack your hand over his mouth, cheeks burning. 

“Eren. Shut up. This is not the time or the place to be bringing THAT up.” 

He smirks, clearly delighted by how embarrassed you are, before pressing a kiss to your palm where you’re covering his mouth. He turns back to Levi, Hange, and Erwin. 

“Levi. We’re sorry. The teacher said Uranus and we thought it was funny.” 

“Uranus? What the fuck is so funny about Uranus?” Levi asks. 

You bite down on your cheeks to stop yourself from laughing in Levi’s face - his very angry face. Luckily enough for you, you're not the first one to break. And neither is Eren. 

It’s Hange. They’re smacking the back of Levi’s back as they ask him to say it again, the four of you - Erwin having joined you - as you all goad Levi on to say it again. And you laugh so hard that by the end of it, you’re on the floor - screaming for them to stop as Eren rubs circles into your back. 

Your chest twinges, as she hands the pictures back, and you tuck them back into the box. 

“The success after season one of Attack on Titan was pretty tremendous. You guys essentially became house names overnight. How did that feel, especially given your background? Nepotism runs deep and heavy in what we do and you seem to be one of our only outliers, here.” 

“It was horrible.” 

A shocked look spreads across her face. 

“I’m grateful for it all. Don’t get me wrong. But my life changed overnight. I-I went to school and I wasn’t treated as the same person anymore, by people I grew up with. There were people hanging around my school, waiting to take pictures of me, and-and anyone who had a chance of understanding me, they were all miles away. Filming.” 

“Did you feel that often? Comparing yourself to your co-stars?” 

“Originally, no. I-I was just happy to be there. But people, I mean. They talk. It-it kind of cemented that idea in my mind. I didn’t think it was weird that I was the only one who wasn’t filming until someone pointed it out. And-and someone always pointed these things out.” you respond. 

Colt snatches the phone from your hands, an irritated look on his face as he slides it into his pocket. After a six hour phone call with your new publicist and producers - Danny and Sareen - all you could do was aimlessly scroll through social media, their words swimming through your mind as you considered your options. 

“Quit reading that shit.” he says, making an effort to storm out of your room. He hangs by the door when he reaches it, his hands pressed against the frame. 

You shuffle under the blanket, pulling the soft fabric over your head. And a few seconds later, Colt’s pulling it off, expression a bit softer than before. 

“I-I just don’t get why you read it. What’s the point?” 

“I dunno.” 

He slides onto your bed, putting his cold legs next to yours under the blanket as you complain. 

“In my meeting with Danny and Sareen. They-they’re the new producer and the manager that reached out to me. They were saying all this stuff about how I can’t drop the ball anymore. How if I have people paying attention to me now, I-I have to keep it going.” 

Colt frowns. 

“I-I don’t know how this stuff works. What does that have to do with you reading a bunch of people saying rude stuff about you online?” 

“I told them I had time to decide, figure out what I want to do next. They said I should look online and reconsider. That if I want to be a triple threat, I-I should trust them.” 

“Do you?” 

“Yeah. They-they’re right. And they seem like the type to push me in the right direction, like Levi and Hange. I know they’ll do whatever to help me be the best. They want what I want.” 

Colt shrugs. And you know he doesn’t understand. 

“Let’s talk about season two. You made history this season - by being nominated for Best Actress in a Lead role among many others, becoming the most nominated actress in Institute history in one night. How did that feel? To-to do that so young?” 

“That-that was a win. It came after something really, really intense for me actually. I-I had all these feelings about what it was like to be famous. Building for months. And-and I got them put into words for me right before that happened. It was kind of like going from a really low low to the highest of highs. I-Intense is the word I’d use for it.” 

“Could you elaborate? On that?” 

You swallow hard. 

“Being famous is like living in a fishbowl. There’s-there’s glass in between you, the viewers, and me the person. And it may seem like you can see me, that you and I are the same but the glass is always between us. You enjoy on the other side, smack against the glass, sometimes even put your rods out to wring us out. We-we’re stuck there, that’s all. I realized that and found out I got nominated minutes after. But that’s this job for you. You’re at the bottom one minute and the top the next.” 

Her eyes flutter down to your tattoo but she doesn’t make a point to mention it. 

“Let’s discuss music now. Following winning Best Actress in a Drama Series, your impressive albums and tours started. You released your debut album, followed by lover girl, and then ribbons. This-this was an insane feat on your part - most artists take four to five years to produce albums at this pace. What motivated you during this time?” 

“My manager and my producer are pushing me at every step.” 

She smiles. 

“That’s some support system.” 

“That’s not the word I would use for it.” you respond, voice cutting.

She nods. 

“That’s right. Following your last performance, rumors were flying around that you had fired Danny and Sareen, your beloved manager and producer. Is this true?” 

“Yes.” 

“Why, if I may ask?” 

“I just told you. They were pushing me at every step.” 

You sigh, looking down at your hands, knotting your fingers together. One of the first things, you could come under fire for, is talking about them, so bluntly the way you are. 

“I looked up to them. My previous example from my mentors - Hange and Levi - was perfect. Almost too perfect. Because of them, because of how willing they were to support me, to defend me, I thought everyone was like that. I thought every person who was willing to be on my team was taking into account that I didn’t know much about the industry and pushing me in the right direction.”

“And that wasn’t true for them?” 

You take a deep breath. 

“I think they used that to their advantage. That I had a blind faith in them. That I wanted to please them, to please other people. I didn’t know that it wasn’t normal to put out three records, to do world tours that fast. I didn’t know that it was insane that I forgot to eat some days, I didn’t know that it was crazy that they were waking me up after two hours of sleep to put me to work. I-I thought that it was all part of the hustle.” 

“How do you feel about it now? Having fired them?” 

“I-I don’t regret what they’ve done for me. I-I am thankful to them. If anything, I’m more embarrassed of what they did make me do. Why I didn’t think twice on things they asked me to do, songs they convinced me to write.” 

She looks intrigued. She knows she’s getting into the good stuff. 

“Songs like?” 

“London Boy.” you respond. 

“That brings us to Ricky James. Are you saying that you didn’t write London Boy?” 

“No. No, I wrote it. But I was asked to write it the way I did. Write a love song about him.” 

“Because?” 

“Press. It’ll get people to talk. People get bored of the same thing over and over again after years.” you respond, repeating Danny and Sareen’s words, about Eren. 

You sigh. 

“It’s embarrassing to admit that I did that. Pretend just to get people to listen to my music. I-I am ashamed of it.” 

“It’s okay. We-we understand.” 

“I don’t think you do.” you whisper. 

You can feel the tears pricking your eyes. 

“I-I regret it. It’s a horrible thing to do. Especially when, when you have real love and you give it up to pretend. And it’s humiliating to pretend, to see people coo over you and a guy you barely even know. But when you’re famous, when people are telling you this is what you have to do, when this is what everyone does, it doesn’t seem like much to give up. I-I could feel the shame crawling in my skin when I look back at it now.” 

You swallow down the regret, thick in your throat. 

“How so?” 

“The night my album premiered, Ribbons. In the past, all my best friends, they-they’d come to listen with me. Throw me a party, press kisses to my cheeks. I turned them all down that year. It’s one thing to pretend to everyone you know. It’s another thing to do it to people who know better. Who know what you’re doing. I didn’t want to pretend in front of their faces. ” 

“Speaking of that night. Could you speak on this?”

She sides the picture, the one the paparazzi took of you on the curb before Lana got to you, towards you. You pick it up and look at it - at your eyes pinched shut and your drenched hair. 

“It’s simple. Ricky James started liking me. Asked me out. I said no. And then he locked me out in the rain.” 

You see the discomfort spread across her face as she slides the picture back. 

“I’m very sorry that happened to you. But you came out of it at the top, with your hit featuring Lana Price. Was she part of your support system during that time?” 

You smile. 

“Yeah.” 

“Can’t sleep?” 

You look up from the shelves you were currently pawing through to find Lana, rubbing her knuckles into her eyes, as she walks over to where you’re standing. 

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you. I just wanted water but I couldn't find the glasses.” 

She smiles as she wraps her hand around your wrist and leads you to the other side of the kitchen, taking a glass out of the correct cabinet and filling it up for you. You both lean against the counter, illuminated by the fridge of the kitchen light in the dark kitchen. 

And suddenly you’re crying again, wet, warm tears falling down the length of your face. At the thought of where you were four nights ago - running in the rain until she picked you up. You aggressively wipe the tears off of your cheeks as she catches on. And Lana, despite this being the second time having met you, is quick to pull you into her arms, the sweet strawberry smell of hers filling your nose. 

“You smell like candy.” 

“Don’t go biting me now.” 

You laugh, pressing against her arms harder as your tears fall onto her shoulder, trying to muffle your sobs by clamping your mouth shut. 

“Eren told me. About Colt.” 

She pulls back, wiping the tears off your cheek as she talks, softly. 

“You’ll get better at doing this. Protecting them. I can almost guarantee it.” she says, giving you a smile. 

“How do you know?” 

“Because I did it. Which means you can too.” she responds, placing her glass of water in your hands. 

“It’s not that simple.” 

“Yes, it is. I’ll help you. Eren will help you.” she responds. 

“You’re already doing enough for me. Both of you. I’m intruding on your house right now.” 

You feel two hands, warm, around your neck, accompanied with a light squeeze. And then Eren, his voice still raspy from sleep, whispering in your ear. 

“Y/N.” 

“Yeah?” you whisper.

“Say that again and I’ll kill you. What’s mine is yours.” he responds, sliding his hands off of you as he pushes the fridge door closed and opens the light. 

Lana groans. 

“God. Would it kill you to put a shirt on, ugly?” 

“Would it kill you to brush your hair, you hag? Or maybe not wake me up in the middle of the night?” 

“That wasn’t even me. Y/N woke up first!” 

“It was your croaking that woke me up, Lana. You sound like a toad.” he mutters. 

You laugh, which breaks the two of them out of their argument, and has soft smiles spreading across both of their faces. 

“You guys are like siblings.” 

Lana comes over, hands cupping your face. 

“My sweet, sweet Y/N. Please don’t insult me.” 

And then Eren’s behind you, arms slithering around your waist, his voice warm in your ear again. 

“That’s the meanest thing you’ve ever said to me, princess.” 

“Quit flirting, Eren. You’re such a manwhore.” Lana says. 

“Princess was her nickname on set, dumbass. Because she’s a pop princess. I’m not flirting.” Eren responds, 

“Wow. So you’re too good to flirt with Y/N. You think you’re better than her?” 

“What?” Eren asks, leaning off of you. 

Catching on to what Lana’s trying to do, you turn around and look at Eren, trying to hide your coy expression. 

“Do you really think that, Eren?” 

His eyes go wide, hands on your shoulders. 

“No! No, oh my god! I don’t think I’m better than you. If anything, you-you’re better than me. I’ll flirt with you all you want. I swear!” 

You and Lana stare him down for a few seconds before you burst out laughing, a pink spreading across Eren’s cheek as he grumbles, an irritated look on his face as he shoves past Lana. 

“You guys are annoying. I’m going back to bed.” 

“Aw, Eren! Come back! Flirt with her!” Lana says, teasing him on. 

“Don’t stay down here too, Y/N. You’re going to lose brain cells.” he murmurs, shuffling away. 

You turn back to Lana, who's filling your glass with water again. She has a soft smile on her face, eyes warm as she hands you the water. 

“This type of stuff…it really helps.” she says. 

“This type of stuff?” 

“Good people. Who want to take care of you. Make you laugh after you cry, all that cheesy stuff.” 

You hum, leaning against the counter again. 

“Lean on Eren. Don’t get so jumbled up on what it means and how he’s feeling because he just wants to be there for you.” she says. 

“I’m trying to. I guess I just feel bad.” 

“I would have benefited a lot from someone like Eren, if I knew him when I was younger. When I was-” 

You quirk your head to the side, beckoning for her to elaborate. 

“For the longest time, I thought that this is just how guys were. Assholes. Dicks. That it was a matter of finding one who was relatively nice, good enough. That real guys, they’re never like this.” 

You frown. 

“My dad was an asshole. Ricky was horrible. My brother was the only person who was nice to me but we just- we lived so far and with the jobs and stuff we grew apart. And when I had to deal with things on my own, things I was too young to even understand, I-” 

She pauses. Swallowing hard. 

“I would have benefitted from knowing Eren earlier. Guys like Eren, like your friends Jean and Marco. Eren’s helped with a lot of my shame and made me better. I-I owe a lot to him really. I know we said what we said earlier, but he is like my brother. He’s always protected me. Overwhelmed me with kindness under insults.” 

You smile. 

“He’s a good guy. Always has been.” you whisper, heart warm at Eren being Eren, still. 

“So let him. Overwhelm you with kindness. Be there for you. You have no reason to be ashamed. And every reason to be scared. Quit feeling bad and just let him. He’s the person you’re comfortable with here.” 

You smile, leaning your head against your shoulder. 

“Dunno. You’re pretty cool too.” 

She laughs. 

“Yeah?” 

“You know what would be cool. If you guys went to bed.” Eren says, shuffling into the room again. 

Lana groans. 

“All men have is the audacity. You just ruined a really sweet moment.” 

You smile at Eren, which he returns. 

“Can Lana sleep with us?” 

He stops smiling. 

“Huh?” 

“You sleep on the left and she can sleep on my right!” you respond. 

“Y/N.” he whines. 

“Please? It’ll be like a sleepover. I can’t have bad things on my mind before I go to bed if you’re both there.”

“No thanks, sweet girl.” Lana says. 

“I’m trying to lean on you guys! Give in.” you respond. 

They both groan as they agree, the three of you shuffling towards Eren’s room. You settle straight into the middle of Eren’s bed, as they both shuffle around - loudly talking in Eren’s bathroom. 

“Ew, Eren. Why did you just kiss my cheek? I’m not Y/N, idiot.” 

“That was for you, Lana Bear!”  

“What pervert spirit possessed you at this time of night? And you know how I feel about that nickname after what Hyla said to me at dinner, so shut up.”

“I didn’t mean it like that, Lana. And I just wanted you to know I love you too. You’re like a sister to me.” 

You hear Lana smack Eren. 

“Were you eavesdropping? Asshole. I was lying. None of it was true.” 

“Okay, Lana. Sure thing.” 

“I’m serious!” 

You shake the memory from your head, as you pull out the picture for her to see, one of you and Lana that Eren took. You’re both on his couch, your hands tangled in the bowl of popcorn - glaring at the camera. Eren was blocking your rewatch of High School Musical. 

“Speaking of support systems, one of your most talked about relationships is that with your co-star, Historia Reiss. After seemingly dropping songs about each other and making up and breaking up, there’s a lot of speculation on what happened. Anything to share?” 

You smile. 

“Historia and I are friends. And friendship is complicated. You just got to witness ours first hand, that’s all. Everything between us - it’s water under the bridge, if there ever even was one. We’re just really similar and we butt heads. We still love each other at the end of the day.” you say. 

“Well that’s lovely to hear. How about Ryomen Sukuna? The two of you are all anyone talks about these days, especially after how cozy you two were on the red carpet.” 

You snort. And pull out the polaroid - of you and Sukuna, of him kissing your cheek at the awards show. And in the background, Nobara and Maki are pretending to gag. 

“We’re not dating. And we won’t ever. We’re just really good friends.” 

“Friends kiss each other on red carpets?” 

“These ones do!” you respond, smiling. 

She laughs, nodding as you tuck the picture back into the box. She swallows hard, rubbing her hands against her palms as she asks her next question. The one you know she’s been itching to ask. 

“Look. We’ve talked about your career at great length - all but caught up to the night that you became a triple threat. But there’s one person that we haven’t discussed yet, maybe brought up in passing but haven’t broached. Who I think is relevant.” 

You smile. 

“Eren.” 

“Eren.” she repeats, nodding. 

“What do you want to know?” 

“I mean, everything. How did it feel to know that you finally got him back for what he did to you, the way he dragged your career through the mud. I mean you basically had him hanging his head between his knees by the end of the night, after you ended him. Throwing his relationship with his brother in his face, the songs you wrote, I mean- that. That has to be liberating. To do all that and come out as a triple threat at the end.” 

You can feel the tears spilling down your cheeks as you take your last picture out, one of you and Eren at Levi and Hange’s vow renewal. You’re leaning your head on your palm, looking up at him as he smiles down at you. And you swallow the hiccups as you respond. 

“In what world did that night seem liberating to you? Making a joke out of the love I shared with someone? I sobbed my way through the entire last song. Didn’t even make a speech. In what world was that liberating?” 

You see the shock spread across her face. 

“I just thought-” 

You smile. 

“Since we were fifteen, all people have done is speculate about me and Eren. Are we dating? Are we in love? Are we real? Are we faking? And therein lies the issue, because I think the people, the fame - it came between something really real.” 

She stops, nodding. 

“Something real? Are you telling us that Eren Jaeger lied in his interview?” 

“I don’t know his truth. Maybe it was fake for him. But I was there too.....And it was real for me.” 

You look down at the picture, fiddling with it in your hands. 

“I-I’d like to sing my song, if I could. I-I think it’ll help explain how I feel.” you say. 

She nods, gesturing to the piano. You sit at the seat, sneaking out the vinyl sleeve from the inside of the bench and pull it out. The album cover is a picture of the cast from season one of Attack on Titan. You and Eren are front and center, smiling at each other instead of the camera, everyone’s heads going in different directions. Jean and Mikasa are looking at something to the left and pointing, Ymir is smiling at Historia who is disgusted at Connie and Sasha plugging their fingers in each other's nose. 

“This is my fourth and final studio album, called The Lucky One. And this is my first song on the record, called happiness.” 

You brace your hands against the keys, playing the tune into the air as you sing. The feeling sits deep in your chest. Your realization was simple. That Historia’s statement - that your Eren wasn’t the Eren that existed anymore - is true. You just chose to focus on the wrong part of it.

You loved Eren and he made you happy. He burned you down, hurt you in the way that only he knew how, but loved you, made you whole in only the way he could too. There's a deep hurt. 

But there was great happiness. It’s why you forgive him. Why you choose to move forward, and hold whatever love you did have close. 

Past the blood and bruise Past the curses and cries Beyond the terror in the nightfall Haunted by the look in my eyes That would've loved you for a lifetime Leave it all behind And there is happiness

There is happiness In our history Across our great divide There is a glorious sunrise Dappled with the flickers of light From the dress I wore at midnight Leave it all behind Oh, leave it all behind Leave it all behind And there is happiness 

You wipe the tears off of your face as you turn back towards the camera. 

“Eren Jaeger is the love of my life. He’s everything you want in the person you want to spend the rest of your life with and more. He’s kind, he’s sensitive, he’s all too willing to understand you. Too willing to meet you where you are, as you are, and look past all the bad parts of you.” 

You stifle your sob, the tears pouring out of your eyes. You glance back at the picture of you and Eren at the piano. And the memory sticks out in your head. 

“I love you.” 

You look over at Eren, his green eyes gentle and heartfelt as he takes your hand and squeezes three times. 

“Eren, you-” 

“I love you. The three squeezes - that’s what they’ve always meant.” he whispers, his hand warm in yours as me mimics the motion you’ve done a hundred times. 

You swallow hard. 

“Eren Jaeger is the love in the room. He gives people a chance, even when he shouldn’t. He’s supportive, so incessantly adamant about his belief in you, that you believe in yourself too. He loves hard, he loves soft, and everything in between.” 

“He’s the best person I’ve ever met. Until he wasn’t anymore. And I-I don’t know what they did to him. If they pumped him full of drugs, if they told him something about this industry that I’m unaware of, if-if it was something about me. But this Eren Jaeger, so full of love that it was almost spilling out of him, doesn’t exist anymore. He was real. But he’s not like this anymore.” 

You swallow hard. 

“This career, the way we live in our fishbowl. It-it’s so cruel. You all enjoyed watching me ruin him. You all enjoyed watching him ruin me. You liked that we spent our entire lives loving each other and maybe loved it even more when it came crashing down. It was interesting to speculate on, to talk about. You saw the softest love in us. In him. And then gutted it out of him like he was a fish.” 

You take a deep breath. 

“And with that, I quit.” 

The interviewer sits up, hand on your shoulder at the piano bench as the shock spreads across her face. 

“You’re quitting music?” 

“I’m quitting all of it. I don’t want anything to do with this. You already got to have him. You don’t get to have me too.” 

You give her a smile as you turn to the camera, before walking straight off of the set and into the waiting room outside. 

--

You sit on the bench outside, swinging your legs as you watch the people around you move. They’re all rushing to air the tape, which you expected. And making flash copies of the vinyl you gifted them, getting ready to post them online as the interview goes out. 

Figures. 

The only person who comes to your side is Leila. 

“HI.” you say, cheeks burning from the tears and your eyes swollen. 

She hands you the blue box, the one they hid behind the couch at the start, and shakes her head. 

You give her a strange look as you open up the box, filled with a large stack of letters. You reach for the one at the top, opening the pages to find Eren’s messy handwriting scribbled on the pages. 

Dear The Institute (I don’t know if you’re a person or like someone specific I’m just writing a letter to the address Levi gave me),  My name is Eren Jaeger. I’m fifteen, the son of Carla and Grisha Jaeger. I’m going to be in a new show called Attack on TItan. But that’s not why I’m writing to you. I want to tell you about my friend, my best friend.  Her name is Y/N L/N. She’s going to be my co-star in the show. You haven’t heard of her yet but I promise you won’t forget her. And I’ll make sure you won’t. Because I’m telling you now, she’s the next big thing. And you’re going to make her a triple threat.  I’ll spend this entire time convincing you until you do. But she’s amazing. It won’t take much.  You will hear from me again, Eren Jaeger

You pull another page out, opening up the crinkled pages, the block sitting in your throat. 

Hi (Can you tell me your name? It feels weird to call you The Institute. Like that’s almost dystopian.)  It’s Eren, again. Y/N is going to perform her song, New Year’s Day at the award show tomorrow. It’s her first one and it’s perfect. Like genuinely, who the fuck makes a hit song on the first try?  And even after making something great, she’s trying to be better. She doesn’t like to play the piano, but she tries anyway. Every time I try to teach her, she’s hanging on the ends of my words, trying over and over again until she’s satisfied.  She works very hard. I’m asking you to not overlook that.  See you soon (and when’s your birthday? We’re basically becoming friends at this point.)  Eren Jaeger 

You flip the pages, again. 

Good morning/good afternoon/good evening (covering all my bases, I don’t know where you live),  Now, don’t start discrediting what I’m saying as biased because of the rumors.  Granted, they are true. I adore Y/N with my entire heart. I love her with every fiber of my being. But that doesn’t discredit any of her work or how I’m vouching for it. Because she truly is amazing.  Her new movie is coming out on Saturday and her album on Sunday. Quit being assholes and give her this award already.  She deserves it. Really.  My deepest apologies (for calling you assholes and for bothering you all these years),  Eren Jaeger 

And again. 

Hi,  We broke up. And we don’t really talk much anymore. But the fact that I’m still writing this to you should be proof enough for you to at least CONSIDER her as a triple threat.  Like seriously. We aren’t even dating and I’m still raving about her work (because it’s that good).  Her new movie comes out soon.  She is all things great. The sun, the moon, the stars and everything in between. The light in the dark, every cheesy thing you can think of.  Art is a reflection of who you are. And her art has always been the best.  For the love of god, give in already,  Eren Jaeger. 

And the last one, despite being the shortest one, is what hurts the most. Dated for the day after the awards show, what you assume is barely hours after Eren was sobbing during your performance. 

Dear The Institute,  Thank you for listening. And for making her dream come true.  Best,  Eren Jaeger 

You hold the letters close to your chest as you cry into the box, nearly twenty or thirty pages you still haven’t read. Of Eren, his messy handwriting, and his endless love for you. 

His words ring in your mind. They don’t make any sense and none of it does. You didn’t have any faith in me like I did you. Your parents weren’t famous and you had no ins. I have to do something to offset that if you’re my co-star.  I’m not lying to you when I’m trying to make you feel better or tell you that you’re great. Maybe Hange and Levi are, but I’m not. I’ve always thought you were great.

You sit up from the bench and walk out the door with the box in your hand. You find Falco and Colt standing on the curb against the car, soft smiles on their faces as they push you into the car. And take you where no one gets to touch you, suck you dry, push you too hard, take what you love most away from you ever again. 

Your most haunted memory sticks out to you as you drive away. As you feel the physical weight of this life be left behind on that piano and let him go. 

The waves continue to crash, Eren’s hand raking through your fingers as you both look up at the moon, shining above you. 

“Y/N.” 

“Yes, Eren?” 

“Have you ever been skinny dipping?” 

You curl your nose in disgust. 

“When would I have time to go skinny dipping, Eren? And if I did, you would have known.” 

Eren turns on his side, a bright smile on his face. 

“Let’s do it.” 

“What?” 

“Skinny dipping.” 

“Eren. Quit being ridiculous.” 

He rolls his eyes. 

“I just turned twenty-two. Like fifteen minutes ago. I am the pinnacle of seriousness.” he states, putting on his best Erwin-like tone. 

“Eren.” 

“Come on. It’s like a quintessential experience. We don’t get those - prom, memorizing your crush’s classes and waiting outside them, going on a date in the city. Let’s do this one.” 

You nod as you both trudge to the shore, hands locked together as you quickly lose your clothes and run into the water, biting cold against your skin. The Seattle cold does nothing to help, the two of you shivering in each other's arms as you hold each other in the water. 

“Ttt-this was a sss-stuppid idea, Er-rren.” you shiver, glaring at him. 

“It-it’s ff-un.” he responds. 

You groan as he pulls you into his arms, your face flat against his neck as you guys hug in the water. You can feel his heart beating under your ear and you pull back to find him smiling at you, his hair matted against his forehead. You reach forward and push it out of his eyes. 

“Thanks.” he whispers. 

You nod, giving him a smile. He’s all but grinning at you, the smile on his face so big that it’s throwing you off. 

“Eren. What?” 

“Nothing. You.” 

“Me?” 

He nods, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. 

“Just trying to remember this moment. You and me - being real people.” 

“You sound like a crazy person.” 

“You’re not a pop star. I’m not an actor. You’re Y/N and I’m Eren. We’re skinny dipping. And I love you.” 

You turn your head to the side, confused by his sentiment all together. 

It makes sense to you now. 

--

Almost a year and a half later and you’re nervously running your sweaty hands against the pleats of your black dress. You half debate walking in, even though you flew all this way. If there’s still a place for you in this townhouse, even though you all but grew up here. 

You can hear a loud chatter on the inside, voices talking over each other as you think hard, every regret of yours running through your mind. You wonder if they replaced you already, if your doppelganger is walking around in there.

As always, this is what brings you back to them. All of them. And you hate it. Because as always, they are the only ones who understand. They are the only ones who feel it too. 

You’re fish. On the same side of the glass, separated from everyone else. 

You supposed that’s what it does to people. That being fish, to some extent, was something everyone related to - not just you and Eren, Mikasa and Jean, everyone else who was famous.

This tears down things that were a resolute fact - bringing you to places you never thought you’d return, to people you didn’t think you would ever need anymore. A fishbowl - separating you from everyone else on one side of the glass, with everyone else - normal and whole - on the outside.

Fame can do that to people. But grief can too.

The news clip rings in your head. 

. 

. 

. 

Marco Bodt, best known for his time as a recurring character in the drama series Attack on Titan, died on Friday, five days short of his twenty-fourth birthday. 

You brace yourself and knock on the door of the townhouse. Eren’s the one who answers.

--

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an: lol. so does "passed down like folk songs, the love lasts so long" still apply if he's dead....thoughts? also the lucky one tracklist

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[itsmealaiah]

Resist (Tom Kaulitz)

Synopsis: When the managers of Tokio Hotel book four rooms instead of five, you end up having to sleep in the same bed with someone. (Sorry if it's cringe I just wanted to try my hand at this lol)

Warnings: smut, cursing, degrading.

Tom's POV:

We stepped out of the tour bus and walked into the hotel we were staying at for the MTV ema's. It was insanely exciting since we had been nominated for the first time, not to mention we were making history by being the only German band to go this far.

We had our luggage being brought up to our rooms as we went to check in to the hotel. Bill was starting to become agitated while talking to the receptionist. "Hey Bill what's wrong?" I asked, placing my hand on his shoulder. "The managers only booked four rooms, I don't even know how! We reminded them multiple times, and y/n has been a part of the band forever." He exclaimed, eyebrows furrowing.

"So who's gonna sleep with who?" I commented, hoping y/n wasn't going to have to sleep with me. " I don't know yet Tom, stop being such a little Hündin and get over yourself." He growled. I scoffed "Calm down, it was just a question" I defended myself. His features softened and he sighed. "You're right, my bad, this is just extremely confusing and stressful." I gently rubbed his arm. "Let's just get the room numbers and the cards, and figure out the sleeping situations upstairs, that sound alright?" He nodded, and we said thank you to the receptionist, grabbed the key cards, and headed to an elevator. It was a tight fit, considering all five of us needed to squeeze in.

We got to our floor and found the rooms. I went to Bill's and so did Gustav, y/n, and Georg. We all settled in and Bill started to speak. "So, we have a minor inconvenience, the managers only booked four rooms, so someone needs to double up." Y/n gasped audibly and I rolled my eyes. Here we go, I thought. "Who am I sleeping with?" She sounded worried. "We still have to decide, Georg sleep kicks and Gustav snores extremely loudly" Both of them sounded shocked and sarcastically put their hand on their chest. I laughed lowly. "And I guarantee no one wants to wake up to the smell of hairspray, so it looks like you and Tom" Bill answered. I gave him a look, to say I needed to sleep with someone else. "Tom, please, it's for two nights only." He pleaded. I sighed and agreed, all four of us walking out of his room.

Me and y/n set foot into our room, and y/n went to the bathroom. I flopped onto the bed, and turned on the TV, trying to figure out the interesting channels, like Girls Gone Wild. Y/n opened the door, glancing at the TV and then at me. "What are you trying to watch?" She sat next to me, almost as if she wanted to help. I didn't respond, looking at the channel menu. "You want any help?" She questioned. I shook my head, finally getting the channel. She sighed, making her way over to the couch they had put in the room. "You sleeping over there?" I kept my eyes on the TV, looking at the girls. "yup, you don't want me sleeping with you, correct?" I nodded slightly. Of course, I didn't want her sleeping with me, but it still hurt. She grabbed a pillow and pulled out the couch to reveal a small bed.

I lay backward, fully taking in the smell of the room. I glanced over at y/n quickly, before turning my head back. We hated each other, but I didn't want her to sleep alone. "Want to sleep with me?" I hesitated. She quickly got off the bed and snuggled up to me. I smiled. I rubbed her back gently with my hand, and cradled the back of her head with the other. I gently kissed her shoulder, making her moan lowly. "you like that?" I smirked. I slowly pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her in her lacy pink bra. She shivered, and I brought my lips to her neck.

I pulled her under me, lips detaching from her neck, before slipping my hands behind her back, unclasping the bra, and tossing it somewhere in the room. I shucked my shirt, revealing my toned arms and chest. I pulled down her shorts. "No panties?" I chuckled, taking off my basketball shorts and boxers. The cold air hit me suddenly. I attached my mouth to her nipple, swirling my tongue around it. She whimpered, pulling on my hair. I groaned, going to lap at the other one. "Please" she begged. "Please what?" I grinned. "I need you" She whined. "shh, just look at me baby" She squirmed, forcing me to hold her wrists above her head. "Do you want this or not?" I asked, frowning down at her.

She nodded quickly. I slid my head down, going to her entrance. I flicked my tongue down her folds, fingers sliding into her, until they hit the knuckle of my hand. I rubbed her intensely, making her cry out, pushing my head down lower. She ground her hips on my head. I pushed her hips down, letting one hand go, my large hand spreading across her lower abdomen. I pulled my tongue away, fingers thrusting in and out of her. She arched her back, giving me a new angle. I slid my fingers out, and she moaned from the loss of touch.

I lined myself up with her, pushing myself in slowly, letting her feel every inch of me. She bucked her hips upwards and mewled lowly. I teased her, not yet thrusting. "Oh God, Tom, please- ah!" She shrieked when I began to rock her body back and forth. She was sprawled out across the bed, huffing. I pinched her nipple, making her wince. "you're so good, letting me fuck you like this, my little schlampe. You're such a dirty girl." I purred, rolling her nipples in between my fingers. "How many other men have made you feel like this? Hm?" I demanded. She babbled "N-none." Good," I answered, thrusting harder, the headboard hitting the wall.

"You're mine, you understand me? Only mine, little hure" I groaned. "Scheibe, I'm gonna come, are you?" I breathed. She only nodded. "Words brat" She began to tear up, it made me chase my release harder. Her eyes squeezed shut and her thighs shook. I felt her walls clamp around me, and I thrust in and out a couple more times before I came, collapsing on her chest. "You okay?" I asked sweetly, giving her a kiss along her jawline.

She managed a weak nod, and I stood up, putting on my boxers. I waited for her to stand up, which she did, but I saw her legs nearly give out. I flew to her side immediately, picking her up in my arms bridal style, setting her into the tub, and turning on the water. I saw her face relax. I stepped in behind her, sitting so her back was lying on my chest. I grabbed the soap, poured some on my hands, washed her shoulders, and fondled her nipples. She giggled "Tom" I replied "What? just making sure they're okay" I finished, washing her hair. She leaned into me more, head resting in the curve of my neck, sighing in delight. "Thank you, love" I nodded "Of course" I turned off the water, helping her out. "can you stand now?" I asked warily, concerned. "Yes," She whispered. I smiled and led her back to the bed.

I grabbed her underwear, placing the lace on her hips, before cuddling into her. "Thank you for giving me a chance" I spoke sweetly. She smiled and fell asleep in my arms. I kissed her forehead before sleep caught up with me. I'm so glad I was able to spend tonight with her.

A/n: gosh this took me a while, but I think it turned out well!

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[cecilebutcher]

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Woooo!! Part two is finally here! Let’s go!!

This chapter is gonna be mostly centered around Deuce^^

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Hope you enjoy!!

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Warning⚠️: mention of blood. Mention of injuries.

‘I’m finally here!’ Deuce stood in front of a tall building. To the Naked eye it looked like an office building, witg tons of windows and some greenery. Deuce took in a deep breath and started walking towards the entrance. The first thing he noticed is was the amount of people around. They all looked like pretty normal. But there was one that caught his attention. A wolf beastman with silver hair. He wasn’t doing anything unusual, just filling out what seemed to be some sort of form, but something felt different about him. “Can I help you?” Deuce flinched, realizing that he’s been caught staring. His face flushed from embarrassment and looked away, those golden honey eyes staring into his soul, he let out a small awkward laugh and walked towards him. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to stare” the beastman scoffed and went back to filling his form.

Deuce sighed and turned to look at the receptionist, and gave her a card. In return she smiled at him and started typed at her computer. But before that she handed him back a form and a pen to fill it out. It was pretty basic stuff: name, age, date of birth, hometown and stuff like that. It took him a bit to fill out everything, but when he did he handed the papers back to her with a smile. “Please take a seat in that room over there” She motioned to a door next to her “someone will be there to assist you shorty” He nodded and thanked her before walking off to the room in question.

The room wasn’t small, but also wasn’t big, with couches tables and even a coffee and tea shelf next to a small refrigerator. There were two people in the room, the beastman and another human(from what he could tell). They looked up from their book and smiled at him with a small wave “Hey! Name’s Yuu. Nice to meet’cha!” The beastman sighed and looked at Deuce “Jack Howl” “I’m Deuce Spade. Nice to meet you too” he smiled back and went to sit near the refrigerator, mostly to keep distance from the other two.

The three sat there for almost an hour without a sound, occasionally one of them would get up and grab something to drink, but other than that the three were silent. Suddenly, the door was opened, drawing all their attention. The person who stood before them them looked to be around his mid 20s. He was tall and lean, with some muscles hidden by his office wear, dark green hair and glasses. “Sorry for the wait” he apologized and closed the door behind him “my name is Trey Clover I’ll be your supervisor from now on” Trey, their supposed supervisor, walked over to the fridge and opened it “I have to congratulate you three for coming this far, it’s very difficult” A door suddenly appeared, causing the three to flinch and stare at it in shock. Trey chuckled and walked towards it “Today is your last day of having anything close to normal in your life. From now on you’ll be training day and night” he turned around to face the three, the steel door opening “welcome to your first day as vampire hunters”

Deuce grunted and fluttered his eyes open. The room he was in didn’t seem familiar. It looked red with a Victorian theme to it, from what he could tell. He tried to move his head but was unsuccessful in doing so. His head felt heavy, like a bolder was inside of it, and so did his eyelids. He so desperately wanted to fall back asleep, but of course couldn’t, on account of being in an unfamiliar place and all. So with all the strength in his body, he somehow mustered up the strength and got off the bed. His entire body ached as soon as he did so. He could barely breathe, his breathing becoming shallow in the process. It took him a while but he but he managed to steady his breathing a bit and left the bed. He took in a deep breath and started walking towards the door with a limp.

He pushed the door open and left the room. The sight that greeted him was of a hallway overseeing a railing. He limped over to the railing and peaked over it ‘a living room’ Deuce thought before he started walking down the hallway. He passed around 3 other doors, all oak wood with a walnut coating. He noted simple things about the place, the ceiling was high, the floor was carpeted, the railing and doors were made out of the same material, there was an expensive looking chandelier in the middle overseeing the living room, and most importantly the entire place had a Victorian theme to it for some reason. ‘An aesthetic choice I guess’ he sighed and continued walking.

“Hey! You shouldn’t be out of bed!” Deuce flinched a bit when someone yelled behind him. He quickly turned around to find a guy staring at him. He had light green hair, goldish green eyes, a sharp jaw, and from what Deuce could tell a good figure. Not that he was checking the guy out! He was just looking! “Did you hear me?” The green haired male walked closer to him, obviously annoyed, which snapped Deuce out of his trace. “Oh, apologies! I was just looking around” He apologized with an awkward laugh and scratched his chin. The other male stood in front of him and crossed his eyes before sighing “honestly, Ace will kill me if he knew that I let you just wander around” Deuce let out a quiet sorry, smile still on. The other male turned around and started walking “follow me, I need to check your wounds” And so he did as he was told, following the mysterious man back to the room he woke up in.

When they entered the room Deuce was instructed to go sit on the bed and take his shirt off. At first he was hesitant, but when the green haired male took out a first aid kit he complied. Once sat down, Deuce started taking his shirt off. That’s when he noticed he wasn’t in the same shirt he was in when he stumbled upon this place. The taller male kneeled in front of him and started taking the old bloodied bandages off. Deuce just started at him while he worked. He noted everything about him. The concentrated look on his face, the way his pupils were slits, how his hair reminded Deuce of a thunderbolt, his sharp jawline, the soft lavender smell coming off of him. All in all if they had met in a different situation Deuce might’ve asked him out, if he wasn’t such a coward that is.

“Is something the matter?” Deuce jumped slightly for the second time that hour when the stranger spoke. “You’ve been staring” he looked up at Deuce, and he could feel his heart hammering in his chest. “Sorry” the blue haired looked away, his face slightly red “I was wondering what your name is” he didn’t respond, instead he just kept looking at Deuce with those gorgeous goldish eyes of his. “You don’t have to tell me, I’d just appreciate knowing my saviors name” a second later he heard a sigh “Call me Sebek” ‘Sebek huh? Pretty name’ “And I’ll have you know I only carried you here. It wasn’t my idea, or pleasure, to bring you to this room or bandage you” Deuce looked back at him, but he’d gone back to applying the bandages. He was confused, were there more people in this mansion? Of course there were. There is no way this guy is living alone in a big mansion such as this one. “May I know who it was then? I’d like to thank them” He said with a soft smile. Sebek, again, didn’t respond, which made Deuce nervous. He sighed and let him work, knowing he would get nothing out of him.

Finally Sebek was done and stood up. Without saying a word he picked up the bloodied bandages and threw them in the trash can, before placing the first aid back into its place. Deuce didn’t say anything at that moment , a bit embarrassed, and opted to just wear his shirt instead. He kept glancing at him, Deuce didn’t know why but the guy just seemed so enchanting to him. “I know you said it wasn’t your idea or pleasure to take me here and bandage me up” Sebek turned to him when he spoke “But still, thank you” for a split second he looked surprised, but that left as soon as it came. Sebek, continuing his streak, didn’t reply and just walked towards the door. Before leaving the room he turned his head just slightly and spoke, in a more calm and soft tone than before “You’re still injured, rest, someone will come wake you for dinner” he turned back to the door, opening it and stepping into the hallway “You can talk to the other two about leaving then. For now just stay here and heal” and with that he left.

Deuce let our a sigh and slumped on the bed. He stared at the ceiling, thinking the day over. Before he knew it his eyes started to shut, exhaustion taking over him. And before long, he was fast asleep again.

You guys can keep your below 1.5k fic here. But I’m writing a masterpiece 😎

But no really how tf did it get this long bro😭

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#twst #twisted wonderland #twst oc #❦cece #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst vampire au #Deuce Spade #Jack Howl #trey clover #ace trappola

[sharkdream3421]

King Shark X Reader - Shy Alike

Hi everyone! I decided to write a King Shark X Reader! This King Shark is based off the friendly version from the Harley Quinn show. To be honest I've never seen the show only little bits and pictures. I just thought this version seemed interesting so this is my take on him. I know the show is Rated R so we are making this more PG or PG-13 to be appropriate! Enjoy the story:)

Word Count: 1510

It was morning and you all finished a heist last night. It did not go well. The plan was messed up all because of King Shark's rage. Your team was supposed to infiltrate a lab to get a piece of metal that could be used to upgrade the van your team would ride in. You needed money though in order to get into the lab if you were going undercover, and the fine cost a couple thousand dollars. So robbing a bank was your only option. You were supposed to go undercover as a regular citizen and stall time from the bank receptionist. Your new latest teammate black thundery who was a black squirrel and was pretty good with weapons. They were supposed to be lured from the roof from Dr. Phycho and swipe the reception's key card, which they did. Then all of sudden the most random thing happened. From King Shark's account, a body dropped from above him and splatted on the floor causing blood to splat on him. King Shark went nuts, he immediately went into eat first ask questions later mode, and tried to eat everyone. You all had to abandon the mission because of his rage.

You all managed to catch King Shark as Harley sprayed him with shark repellent to knock him unconscious. By the time you all got back to the apartment, Harley was pissed. When King Shark woke up you immediately rushed to his side to see if he was okay.

"I'm okay Y/N I just feel really dizzy." He told you as he tried to stand up.

He used the coffee table to lift himself, but due to his size he flipped the coffee table across the room causing it to crash into the wall.

"King, stop ruining my apartment!" Ivy shouted.

King Shark had an apologizing look, "I'm so sorry I didn't mean for that to happen."

Harley had it, "That's it! King Shark, you keep making us mess up! You won't be on our next heist! It's just us." Harley said as she left the room and slammed the door shut.

King Shark immediately looked hurt and sat on the couch causing the cushions to flop down towards his massive figure with hands on his knees. Ivy gave King a pat on the shoulder, "She'll get over it." Clayface left the apartment along with Ivy, Dr. Phycho, and the black squirrel.

You were alone in the apartment with King Shark. You really wanted to cheer him up, he was your crush after all. When King Shark joined the team, you thought it was very bazaar that talking Sharks were actually real. As if a talking clay man was real, so talking sharks were real now? You thought he was actually going to hurt you, but instead wanted to extend a friendly hand out wanting to meet you all. "Howdy." He said, and you instantly chuckled and fan girl a bit. He was adorable, kind, respectful, and you felt like he was the heart of the team. He would also make sure that Harley wouldn't do anything crazy. He had a soft spot for children, which made you chuckle every time you two would find one on the street he would shake their hand in politeness and the children would ask if they could touch his dorsal fin. Seeing the children be amazed by the dorsal fin and touching it with happiness always made you and King Shark laugh. You also learned about his rage issues, it shocked you at first. Knowing that their was a murderous side to him terrified you. No wonder why he wanted to avoid blood much as possible. After that, he told you all and asked if you were all afraid of him. Harley told him he could stay as long he can keep himself not in murder mode, and can keep up his cooperation of being part of the team. You let his murder side go, he wanted you all to see him for who he was not what he was. A nice, sweet, caring, and forgivable person. You liked King Shark for who he was and if you had to deal with his murderous side so be it you didn't care. You then had a crush on him. You would ask if you wanted to go on a walk with him, game (yes he's a gamer isn't that amazing?), and tell him stories about your childhood. Although, King Shark refused to say anything about his childhood for some unknown reason to you. Regardless, he loved spending time with you and you two would connect to know each other really well. One time you were both watching a movie and you leaned your head against his arm causing you to gasp, and in the end you both laughed. You both held nothing against each other, you both cared for each other. You don't know yet, but King Shark loves you and you love him.

You couldn't see King Shark like this, it hurt you to see him so stressed and sad. "You probably don't want me on the team either." King Shark muttered.

You were bit spooked by this, "Now what makes you say that?" You asked as you walked over to the couch he was sitting on and you sat right by him causing you to slide right into him. You didn't mind, he was your crush after all. You would do anything to be closer to him.

"I always mess up, I keep stopping you guys from being successful in our heists. All because of my clumsiness." King Shark admits.

You admit he wasn't wrong, he was admitting his own failures. Just because he messes up doesn't mean you didn't want him around. You smiled as you put your hand on his shoulder feeling the blue cloth from his hoodie against your skin, "Just because you mess up doesn't mean I don't want you around, everyone has an important part on this team. Forget what Harley said she doesn't know how to treat her teammates with respect. Besides we all make mistakes in life every now and then." You said trying to cheer up your crush.

King Shark smiled cheerfully, and hugged you tight. Of course King was enjoying it as you were getting crushed. 

"Can't breathe." You gasped for air. 

He immediately let you go, "Oops sorry Y/N, that was no way a gentlemen should treat you." He said.

He immediately then blushed, he was adorable as always. You chuckled, and he then started to laugh a bit too.

King Shark then looked a little serious all of a sudden. This made you stop laughing and made you a little paranoid. What was wrong with him all of sudden?

"Y/N, are you afraid of me. Even in my rages?" He asked.

This stooped you, but looking at his face he looked really serious. You asked your heart, and then you knew your answer.

"No, of course not King. I like you for being you. It's because I love you." You immediately put your hands over your mouth. Curse your heart.

King Shark looked at you surprised and a little shocked. He then gave you a hug that was just right. Not tight, but not too light either.

"I love you too Y/N. I was afraid that you wouldn't love me back because-"

"Your a shark? Don't say that, when I was little I always dreamed of swimming with dolphins and sharks. Besides, I always wanted a shark boyfriend." You admitted.

King gave you his laugh that would always make you smile. You then reached around his neck and brought him in for a kiss on his snout. King Shark was a little surprised, in exchange for your love he wrapped his big arms around your waist and brought you closer towards him. He closed his mouth as you understood what he wanted. You wanted the same thing. You leaned closer toward his mouth and you kissed him on the lips. You both deepened the kiss. Once you both ran out of breath, he lifted you on his lap and you got cozy.

"Wanna watch a movie?" He asked.

You nodded, and picked up the remote that was on the floor. You then moved your fingers over his hands feeling the grey shark skin. "King, if they make you stop going on heists then I'm not going either." You said.

Knowing you he knew there was no stopping you. He gave you a quick kiss on your forehead and focused on the movie that you turned on.

This was the best day of your life, for both of you. Besides getting a one of a kind boyfriend is so worth it. Your dreams became true.

Masterlist

#king shark harly quinn #king shark x reader #king shark #posion ivy #harly quinn #black squirrel #dc

[scamsm]

Hostel-hopping

Last year when I came back from travelling, my neighbour said ‘well, you must have been doing it on the cheap’, and wondered at how I could afford it. 

Odd comment aside, this is true. Of course I stayed in some shocking accommodations and returned with no money.  

‘Worst arrival experience’ prize can be given to the hostel pictured. With a modern art museum looking hallway in a bright yellowish green colour, the sense of unease crept in. When I burst into the dorm, it was empty of people... but not of cold meats.

Salami, pepperoni slices, beef salami and for some reason, gummy worms were strewn all over the floor. One bed was safe, the rest were covered in tobacco and coins.

The hostel receptionist arrived to show an older lady up to the dorm, and said to me ‘how have you done this to the room already?’ 

I replied that he couldn’t let the old lady can’t stay here and that we need to get a broom. For some reason I didn’t arrange to change rooms that night, as the  smell of raki covered the table (maybe explaining the person’s messy exit) and soggy towels gave a general feeling of dampness. I did take the coins though.

The rest of the trip was a mix of incomparably better hostels and also some situations I could’ve left earlier. 

Writing this from the warmth of my parents home, I sometimes miss the excitement of braving it through a shitty hostel: waking up to loud snoring, guys trying to sell drugs from their dorm bed, or extra charges for ridiculous things.

 What a rush you get from retelling bad hostel stories to new friends over a game of cards and whatever tea previous travellers left! Wouldn’t have swapped it for the world. 

#hostel #travelling #backpacking #europetrip

[yutadori]

thinking about that bad dentist experience made me realize..... i havent had a single positive dental experience???? that i can remember anyway . the last dentist i tried to see had a SIXTY dollar copay and i was like oh . well . i do Not have sixty dollars because . who would think a dental visit would cost that much . and when i told them i wasn’t going to go through with the appointment, they charged me a forty ? dollar cancellation fee <3 

#like.... if i didnt have sixty what makes you think i would have forty.... #they ended up taking my card im so sad i should have just lied and said i only had twenty . bc thats how much i expected to pay #but i was in such shock that i gave the receptionist my card #and i was just like #..and then !!!!! they called me a year later ???? #and were like ohhh heyyy we saw you canceled your last appt would you like to reschedule?? #like . no <3 absolutely not <3 do not contact me again <3 #and then the dentist before that was not great either.... i have vague memories but i remember waiting like 2 hours for the dentist in #waiting roomm........... like.... #but ive had pretty positive experiences with other doctors overalll....???? #will i never get a good dentist lol...... #sashimimi #ALSO THE cancellation fee was so annoying because the receptionist was like 'oh we usually charge 60 (or 50 idr) but we'll make it 40 #for you <3' like ........ please dont make it sound like youre doing me a favor.... gfdsgfdgdf #like thanks for not charging me the amount of money i Dont have ????? gfdsgdsfgfd #also i know that like idk i should pay up for the time / slot i wasted for the dr but also forty dollars...... omg.....

[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

Father of Mine – 1/2

Character: Bruce Wayne x Daughter!Reader

Summary: With the tragic passing of her mother, Y/N learns to the truth of who her father is. 

Word Count: 4,000+

Warnings: Family death, cancer, absent father, cremation 

A/N: The reader is described as tall in this fic. Bruce Wayne is 6′2 and I’m tall, so I’m indulging myself with no apologies. Read it or don’t. 

“Do you want to say anything before we…” the operator asked her.

“No,” Y/N answered quickly.

“Oh, my assistant forgot to give you this,” the operator gave her a shy smile as he handed her a small cardboard box.

She opened it to find all of her mother’s jewelry that had been on her body at the funeral.

“Thank you,” Y/N told him.

“Ready?” The operator asked.

He had been so kind throughout the whole process. It was obvious he was used to people breaking down and being extremely emotional. 

But Y/N had been stoic, almost concerningly so. 

Though he wasn’t one to judge. Everyone grieved differently.

With the pull of a handle, Y/N watched her mother’s body going into the chamber.

“It will be a few hours,” the operator told her.

He meant it will it will take a few hours for her mother’s body to burn to ash. Then they would hand her a tacky vase with her remains.

Y/N just nodded. “I’ll go for a walk.”

As soon as she was outside, Y/N called her mother’s executor.

“Ms. Y/L/N, I was just about to call you.”

“I’m at the crematory,” she told him. “I figured we should discuss the bills that still need to be paid for.”

“Yes, of course. As I mentioned to you before, your mother’s life insurance covers quite a lot of it…” his words died out.

“But it’s still not enough,” Y/N finished for him. “I’ll get the money.”

She wasn’t exactly rich, but she also wasn’t living paycheck to paycheck. But people never realized how much money it cost for loved ones to die. It was honestly ridiculous.

“You might want to consider taking out a loan,” he tried to suggest gently.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Another thing, Ms. Y/L/N. There was an envelope with a name on it. And your mother left instructions on delivering the envelope to them.”

She stopped her pacing. 

“What name is on the envelope?” Y/N asked.

There was a pause.

“Bruce Wayne.”

Y/N’s brow furrowed.

Of course she knew who Bruce Wayne was – everyone in Gotham did, as well as most of the country. He was a billionaire playboy, only making headlines when he was a mess. But every once in awhile his philanthropy would sneak in there. Y/N always assumed those were only to help recover his image and not because he was a good person.

“You still there?” The executor asked.

“Yeah. I’m just a bit confused. But please pass it along to him, if that’s what my mom wanted.”

“I can’t. The instructions specifically say for you to deliver the envelop to him in person.”

“In person?” Y/N groaned in annoyance as she pinched the bridge of her nose.

Why did all of this have to be so god damn complicated?

“Yes. Her instructions are…oddly specific."

“Fine,” she huffed. “I’ll pick up everything from your office before the work day ends.”

——————

Y/N stared at the envelop that she’d tossed on her coffee table as she sipped a rather large glass of red wine.

She was wracking her brain trying to think of a time when her mom mentioned knowing Bruce Wayne. But Y/N would’ve remembered her mom saying his name – even in passing. It’s not a name that one can drop casually.

Y/N pulled up her phone and googled him. But she looked at his history. Yes, he was from Gotham, as was her mom, but so were 10 million other people.

But then Y/N’s scrolling paused when she realized they went to the same high school: Gotham Academy. Not only that, they graduated in the same year.

‘Were they friends?’ Y/N wondered.

But just classmates or friends still didn’t seem to warrant a handwritten letter to be delivered after one’s death.

Y/N didn’t open the envelope.

Her mother’s instructions specifically told her not to. And if she put in that much of an effort to get this done after her death, Y/N wasn’t going to ignore such a request.

That didn’t mean she wasn’t curious.

“Fuck,” Y/N sighed before throwing back the rest of her wine.

——————

“I’m sorry, ma’am. I can’t grant you access to the building without your name being in the system by the company you’re visiting,” the building receptionist told her for the third time.

“I understand. But I called his office 30 fucking times and they refuse to put me through to him or get me an appointment,” Y/N practically growled.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. I already called their office to say you were here and they didn’t recognize your name. I can’t let you through to the elevators.”

Y/N’s gaze flickered to the security guard who stood a few feet away. He was eyeing her now that there was clearly an argument going on.

Y/N wanted to roll her eyes. She had a good foot on him – even without her heels on. And he looked like he couldn’t run a 50 yard dash without passing out or vomiting. If he thought he was going to physically stop her, he had another thing coming.

“Listen, I am not some crazy fucking stalker. My mom knew Bruce Wayne and in her will she asked me to deliver this to him,” Y/N’s voice lowered and became disturbingly calm. “I don’t want to be here just as much as you don’t want to have this conversation.”

“Ma’am, I’m going to need you to calm down,” the security guard finally stepped forward.

“Oh, fuck off,” Y/N rolled her eyes at the rent-a-cop.

“Ma’am, I’ll have to ask you to leave,” he continued.

“Call me ma’am one more fucking time…” Y/N growled.

But the security guard was taking a step to her.

“Excuse me. What seems to be the problem here?” A voice suddenly interrupted.

Everyone turned to see a young man – younger than Y/N – glaring at the security guard just as he was about to grab Y/N.

“M-Mr. Drake, we were just escorting this young woman from the premises,” the guard stuttered out.

Everyone at the building knew every member of the Wayne family. But unlike his siblings, Tim Drake was at the office almost every day. As one should be when they’re the CEO of a multi-billion dollar company.

“For what reason?” Tim Drake asked.

“She insists on seeing Mr. Wayne. But she doesn’t have an appointment. For security reasons, I cannot let her through, obviously, unless the company she is visiting has put her into their system and the building’s system,” the receptionist explained nervously.

Y/N frowned as if she was bored of the whole thing.

Tim stepped forward. “May I ask what your business with Bruce Wayne is?”

Now that he was closer, Y/N noticed how exhausted he looked. He was handsome still, of course. But she wondered when he last got a good night’s sleep. He was shorter than her, probably standing at 5’5. And she still believed he was younger than her, which was wild seeing as he was already the CEO and couldn’t be older than 24.

Y/N sighed before she grabbed the envelope from her black leather satchel, and showed that Bruce Wayne’s name was handwritten on it.

“My mother wished me to personally deliver this to him.”

Tim tilted his head slightly. “Why isn’t she doing it?”

“Because she’s dead,” she shot back without emotion.

But Tim’s face became sympathetic. “I’m sorry. I should’ve assumed…”

“It’s fine,” Y/N quickly cut him off before he could continue.

She was so tired of being on the receiving end of people’s sympathy. It didn’t help. And the words stopped holding any meaning to her.

“But I’m sorry. Bruce isn’t in today. And he probably won’t be coming to the office for the rest of the week.”

“Oh,” was all she responded with.

Of course Bruce Wayne didn’t come to work. Why would he?

This was a stupid idea. And now she had made a scene because of it.

“But if you give me your information, I will personally let him know that you are trying to reach him.”

“Really?” Y/N asked in shock.

Tim smiled at her surprise. “Of course.”

“Here’s my card,” she quickly grabbed one from her wallet and then a pen. “All my info is on that.” She wrote something on the back. “And that’s my mom’s name.”

He took it from her and nodded. “What was your mother’s relationship with Bruce?”

Y/N shrugged. “Honestly, I have no idea. I’ve been trying to figure it out. Apparently they graduated in the same high school class. But that’s all I was able to find.”

He nodded.

“Thank you…Mr. Drake. For your help. Really,” she urged.

“Please, it’s just Tim.” Then he glared at the receptionist and security guard. “For you it is, at least.”

“Thank you again,” Y/N felt like saying it 30 more times still wouldn’t be enough.

“You don’t have to thank me. Someone will be in touch. Have a good day, Ms. Y/L/N.”

“Y/N,” she corrected with a smile before she nodded and started backing away.

He smiled at her correction and gave a final nod.

——————

Y/N didn’t expect to hear from anyone for at least a week.

If the Wayne family was one thing, it was busy.

They probably had parties to go to, meetings to attend, private jets taking them around the world whenever they wished.

Why would they ever prioritize a meeting with her, a stranger?

So imagine her surprise when she received a call from an unrecognized number the same day she gave Tim Drake her card.

“Hello?” She answered.

Usually she would let any unknown number go to voicemail.

“Hello,” a British voice answered. “Am I speaking with Ms. Y/F/N Y/L/N?”

“This is she,” Y/N sat up straighter on her couch.

“This is Alfred Pennyworth. I work for Master Wayne and manage all his personal appointments. I was told by Master Tim that you wished to meet with him?”

“Uhhh. Yes. Yes, I do. Is that…is that possible?”

“Would you be able to stop by Wayne Manor on Friday afternoon?”

Y/N already knew she had nothing going on that would stop her from getting this done. But she still paused to pretend to think about it.

“Yes, Friday afternoon should be fine. Are you sure he doesn’t just want me to stop by Wayne Enterprises?”

It felt oddly intimate to stop by Wayne Manor. Wouldn’t they want to meet her in a more secure location like a corporate building with security that already hated her?

“He is quite certain. Should I send a car for you Ms. Y/L/N?”

A car?

Y/N felt even more out of her depth now.

“Oh, no. That won’t be necessary. I’ll be there.”

“I look forward to meeting you, Ms. Y/L/N.”

“Thanks,” she answered before hanging up and realizing that probably wasn’t the proper response to such a polite goodbye.

——————

“I haven’t heard that name since high school,” Bruce had muttered as he stared at the business card for what felt like the thousandth time.

“Yes, and the end of your relationship did not end on the best of terms,” Alfred commented.

Y/M’s/N Y/L/N had been Bruce’s high school sweetheart.

An she had seen the last moments of Bruce’s normal life. 

Upon graduation, Bruce decided to leave Gotham and that’s how his second life was founded. The two of them broke up before the summer after graduation had even ended.

Well, “Breakup” was a strong word.

Bruce stopped answering her calls.

She was his first love and he continued to love her.

But once Bruce realized where his life was going and who he wanted to be, he knew he couldn’t drag her into it. She deserved better.

And Bruce was a coward about relationships then. Maybe he still was.

“I am certain you did a thorough background check on her already,” Alfred commented with a smirk.

Bruce took in a breath before listing off all of her accomplishments. “Y/F/N Y/L/N. Graduated number one in her class at Gotham Academy. She was the star of the track team, breaking the regional record for fastest time in 100m, 200m, and 400m races. Also captain of her soccer team. Attended NYU’s photography program before dropping out after a year. Now she’s a professional photography. Her work’s been featured in Vogue, New York Times, National Geographic…amongst others.”

“Rather an impressive woman,” Alfred said.

Bruce nodded.

“I should get the tea and coffee ready for her arrival.” And with that, Alfred left Bruce in the drawing room.

30 minutes later, the doorbell rang.

Bruce glanced down at his watch: she was right on time.

He heard Alfred saying his pleasantries before he heard the clicking of her heels as she rounded the corner to enter the room he was waiting in.

For being a famous photographer, she could’ve been a runway model with her height and the way she walked into the room, completely owning it. She wore four-inch heels, only adding to her natural tallness. And her bright, red coat only added to her presence.

For a split second, Bruce was convinced that he was looking at an Amazon. Diana immediately flashed into his mind for a split second. Perhaps that was what Y/M’s/N needed help with: to get her daughter to her real people. But how would she have known Bruce Wayne had such connections? Unless she knew Batman’s true identity…

As soon as Y/N spotted him in the room, he rose from his seat.

“Ms. Y/L/N,” Bruce greeted.

He took a step forward and held out his hand.

“You guys really love the formalities.” She said it with a dark evenness, but it was clearly a joke. “Y/N is fine, Mr. Wayne,” she added as she shook his hand.

“In that case, it’s Bruce,” he countered with a soft smirk.

There was something so familiar about her. But Bruce knew they’d never met. 

“Thank you for seeing me. I don’t want to waste anymore of your time,” Y/N quickly got to it. She opened her purse to grab the envelope.

“My mom wanted you to have this. And she wanted to make sure I was the one to give it to you,” Y/N explained as she offered it to him.

Bruce took it carefully, but didn’t open it. “Yes, I heard about her passing. I’m very sorry for your loss.”

“Thank you,” she said hurriedly, making it obvious to Bruce that she did not want nor need his condolences.

Bruce nodded slowly.

There was a pause.

“Do you know what it says?” He asked her lightly.

She shook her head. “I wasn’t supposed to read it.”

“I see.”

“I should really be going. I have a flight to catch later tonight.” Most people that visited Wayne Manor wished to stay there forever. Or their curiosity got the best of them and their eyes took in every little detail.

But Y/N looked like she’d rather be anywhere else. And she wanted to get out as soon as she possibly could.

“Thank you again for seeing me,” she rushed out.

Without waiting for his answer, Y/N turned and started walking out of the room.

But she only got a few steps before she stopped.

Bruce watched her shoulders tense and her body move as she was clearly taking in deep breath.

Slowly, Y/N turned around to face him.

“Were you friends?”

Bruce gave her a watery smile. “She was my girlfriend in high school.”

Y/N seemed annoyed by that answer. “She never mentioned you. Not once.”

Bruce’s brow furrowed at that and his eyes zoned out as if he was revising the past in his mind. “I’m not entirely surprised. Things didn’t really end well between us.”

She nodded slowly. “Goodbye, Mr. Wayne.”

And Y/N turned and strutted out of the room without looking back.

As soon as Bruce heard her cab drive away, he ripped open the envelope and pulled out a letter.

He barely noticed that Dick had walked into the room. “May I ask…Who was the extremely attractive and tall woman that just walked out?”

But Bruce didn’t hear him as his eyes raced across the letter. His heart sped as he continued reading.

“Bruce?” Dick asked after being ignored. “Is she your next conquest or what?”

It wasn’t until Bruce was done reading the letter for the third time that he finally looked up and acknowledged Dick.

Alfred had also walked into the room, unbeknownst to Bruce.

“You OK?” Dick asked, now concerned with how silent Bruce had become.

“Master Wayne?” Alfred also urged.

“That was…my daughter,” Bruce finally muttered.

Dick blinked before his eyes grew wide in shock.

Alfred seemed less surprised, almost as if he had already put that together.

“Excuse me,” Bruce told them and exited the room.

———

Dick and Alfred must’ve warned the rest of the family not to bother Bruce in the cave. Usually he would’ve been disturbed by now.

Bruce had been at the computer for hours.

Alfred was the first person to come down, carrying a tray with dinner and tea.

The butler wasn’t surprised to find Y/N’s face all over the screens.

If Bruce had left any available information hidden before inviting Y/N to the manor, it was all out there now. Bruce knew everything about Y/F/N Y/L/N that was public knowledge – probably even some things that were not.

“You know, you did not seem all that surprised,” Bruce said to Alfred as he put the tray of food down next to him.

“Seemed rather obvious, didn’t it?”

Bruce quickly turned to look at him. “It did?”

Alfred smirked. “Her eyes,” was all he said.

“The color?”

Alfred shook his head. “As soon as she walked into the manor, they were reading me.” He tilted his head in Bruce’s direction. “Observation. Perception. Attention to detail...That is all you, Master Wayne.”

“The way she held herself,” Alfred continued, "Shoulders held back, head high, walking with purpose. No hesitation.”

“Also me?” Bruce asked.

Alfred simply nodded.  

“I don’t think she liked me very much,” Bruce sighed.

He didn’t know how he felt about that yet.

“A lot of people think you don’t like them when you first meet them,” Alfred countered. “Because I don’t trust them yet.”

Alfred raised his brows and silently ask him, ‘Don’t you see my point?’

Bruce rubbed his face and reached for the tea on the tray, ignoring all the food.

“I don’t know why you’re so entertained by this, Alfred.”

“Yes, I was entertained. I just saw a younger, female version of you, Master Wayne.”

“I abandoned her,” Bruce shot.

“You didn’t know she existed,” Alfred corrected.

“And why do you think that is?”

Alfred’s face dropped a little bit when he noticed the envelope discarded on the far end of Bruce’s desktop.

He looked down at the ground as he asked, “Might I ask what the letter said?”

Bruce glared at the letter as if touching it would burn him.

But after a moment, he grabbed it and quickly handed it to Alfred.

Bruce,

If this letter has finally reached you, it is because I have passed.

I must admit that I wrote this letter mostly in the event that I leave my daughter before she is an adult. But once Y/N turned 18, I decided to still pass this along to you.

There is no easy way to tell you this, so I will get to the point.

The young woman who delivered this letter to you is your daughter, Bruce.

Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N.

When I found out I was pregnant with her, I was only 18. We had just graduated high school. You had started traveling. You called less and less. And you grew more distant – physically and emotionally. Eventually, you stopped answering my calls altogether. I left you a voicemail, only saying that I so desperately needed to talk to you, that I needed you.

But you never called me back.

With no words at all, you made it very clear that you no longer wanted anything to do with me.

But there I was, a teenager who was pregnant with our child.

I would be lying if I said I never considered terminating my pregnancy. I was scared and you broke my heart. All I wanted to do was erase you from my life.

But I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.

Once I decided what my future was going to be, I also decided that I did not want you to have any part in it.

I knew even if you pretended to play the doting father and the committed partner, you would grow tired of us eventually. You would resent me and our child for bringing you down. And you would brush us aside for yourself.

I realized I would rather Y/N have no father at all than one who would only disappoint her over and over again.

To this day, I truly believe I did the right thing for all three of us.

There are not enough words to explain the complicated woman that Y/N grew up to be. But I will try my best. I think I owe you that at least. 

Or maybe you have no interest.

I don’t know how she became so much like you, even when I never so much as showed her a picture of you or uttered your name.

She enjoys being alone – almost to her own detriment. I constantly catch her repressing her feelings, always staying strong for everyone else. It reminds me of you. She’s assertive and confident, never letting anything stand in the way of what she wants. Sometimes I don’t think she’s scared of anything. It worries me, just like it worried me when I thought the same of you.

I truly don’t know what you will do with this information.

But…if you have any desire to form some sort of relationship with her, then you should know this: she will not make it easy for you. She will push you away. And she might even hate you. I raised her to never need a man in her life, and she’ll make sure you know that.

I don’t expect anything from you. I never did.

But I would just like to know there might be someone who will be there for her should she need them.

Goodbye, Bruce.

Alfred slowly handed the letter back to Bruce when he was finished.

“I pushed her away because I knew what I was about to become,” Bruce explained darkly. “And I didn’t want her anywhere near it. She would’ve been in danger.”

“Y/N, as well,” Alfred added.

“But had I known…if I just listened to her–”

“Master Wayne, I thought we had agreed to never linger on the ‘what ifs.’”

That sure silenced Bruce.

“Now, what do you plan on doing, Master Wayne?”

———

Y/N frowned when her phone started vibrating and she recognized the name of her mom’s executor on her phone screen.

“Hello?”

“Ms. Y/L/N, how are you?”

“Fine. How are you?” She was quick, wanting to get this over with. Surely, he had bad news. Another medical bill came in or some other expense that slipped by them.

“Good, good. Just curious…have you placed any payments to our various claims?”

“Uhhh…no. But I’m working on it.”

Y/N hadn’t expected to get a call nagging about paying bills.

“No, no, no. You misunderstand. They’ve all been paid,” the executor explained.

Y/N sat up straighter in her chair. “What? That’s not possible.”

“An anonymous donor. They somehow got record of all your outstanding payments and covered all of them.”

Y/N was stunned to silence.

“Ms. Y/L/N…this is a good thing.”

She blinked and shook her head. “Right. Yes, of course. I just…thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. Thank this guardian angel of yours.”

---------------------

Part 2

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[rcksmith]

Dream a little of me — Kaz Brekker

Resume: One bed and two hearts.

Requests :”Hello, darling! Could I request sleeping with kaz? Imagine or general headcanons, as you like. No nsfw (no need of touching tho, do what you like with it!), just sleeping in the same bed - maybe for the first time. Also bonus points if one of them will have a nightmare👀Have a good night/day, hun!🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️✨✨✨💗💗💗”

“My heart asks for all the angst of touch starved reader falling for Kaz Brekker... 😭😭😭 - 🐕‍🦺”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Grisha Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, mention of post-traumatic stress, angst, fluff.

Word count: 3k.

A/N: Thank you💖 I hope you guys like.

Normal Rules.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake. Requests are open. Love you❤️

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The rain was pouring down in torrents, in a fierce storm that roared into the shadowy forest like a hideous, unearthly animal. Platinum lightning’s streaked the midnight sky and thunder rumbled like as giants footsteps crashing into the ground and shaking the earth. Everything had been orchestrated to work. But nothing could have gone more wrong.

Unfortunately, not even Kaz Brekker's millions of tricks and plans could defeat the force of nature. And even you, an Infernal Entherealki, hadn't mastered the art of controlling fire or keeping warm while under a torrent of icy, biting cold water.

Your teeth started chattering, your lips turned purple, and you wondered if you could run another inch. Your muscles felt like stones and for someone who had lived with the heat of the flames his whole life, being under freezing water was extremely painful. But Kaz wouldn't let you stop. And you, as excruciating as the pain was, didn't want to stop either. The pain was strong but the desire not to let him down was more.

The two of you part of the plan that night was to go through the forest with the diamonds in pockets and find the rest of the Crows on the other side. You two would have to spend the night in that place. But all of Brekker's machinations were washed away by the treacherous and atrocious rain.

The only alternative was to run. Run to the direction where there was a small civilization and pray to find an inn or not die of hypothermia.

The angry drops of icy water were enough to steal Kaz's breath. Not because the cold was unbearable, but because his own demons, his past, were ghosts that gripped his ankles like monsters from horror stories. He didn't feel the rain, didn't feel the biting wind, Kaz just felt the sensation of the freezing, oppressive ocean drowning him. And for a second, when he looked at the small strip of fur on he wrist that wasn't hidden by his glove and coat, he swore he saw Jordie's dead skin in place of his.

He had to get out of there. But when the storm started, and Kaz run his eyes at you, your face wet from the rain, your skin constantly whipped by the cold droplets, and your cheeks extremely red from the cold, it made him gasp in a very different way. Blood pooled in your cheeks. Pulsing. Alive. He had to get you out of there.

Finding hiding places was one of his specialties, and he focused his mind entirely on it. When an inn came into view, a small relief rumbled in both of you. And Kaz looked in your direction to make sure you were okay. Alive.

As the receptionist gave the key from the last spare room to the two of you, Kaz couldn't help but feel that there was no longer any heat pulsing in your body. That made him feel miserable.

The night was cold. Unusually cool for the time of year.

"I don't think it's a good idea to carry out a robbery like that in these climatic temperatures." Inej said, walking down the stairs after Kaz "One of the Dregs caught a serious cold too while you were away."

Kaz had to be away for two days to sort out some matters of his own. Check some ship ports and finding out the weaknesses of some new merchants. And as much as he ordered his thoughts to focus solely on that purpose, he found himself daydreaming at certain times about…

"It got very serious after a few hours." Inej completed.

Kaz felt a trickle of worry trace his veins, tighten his throat But it wasn't for some bruteman of his Dregs. His source of concern was more serious, deeper, and for someone he didn't want to think about too much. Even though he told himself to keep every nerve in his body under control, in the end he was Kaz Brekker, he couldn't help but notice he picked up his pace to get faster to the live room that was strictly reserved for the Crows.

And when he walked in, following by Inej, the tree branches hit the windows, blown by the wind, tinkling. The cold was oppressive and biting, but not enough to stop Jesper from playing cards with Wylan, nor enough for Nina not to eat her candy and listen to Matthias tell of his people's legends. But the eyes of Kaz, that treacherous and treacherous organ, ran to you first. Magnetically, inevitably.

And he felt like he could breathe again.

The sight of you sitting on the black velvet sofa, with a book in your hands and your legs stretched out on the padded stool in front of you, calmed Kaz's heartbeat as nothing had ever done.

As much as he denies, in those two days his mind has swarmed over you more often than he thought wise. Brekker liked to justify that action with the fact that you were part of the gang. As close and important as Jesper or Inej. It was normal for him to be worried about the Dregs.

But why did he only see you? Why did the questions about your well-being and comfort stood out so much from any other concerns with others?

It was you. Always late at night, when Brekker was a sigh away from sleep. You were what someone he was thinking.

"Who is alive always appears." Nina announced he arrival and Kaz was pulled out of his reverie.

"Did you kill anyone these two days?" Jesper placed a letter on the table and Inej sat beside Nina.

Kaz left his hat on one of the dark marble tables. “Does it matter?"

There were other seats available in the room. A leather armchair next to the burning fireplace - Brekker were sure that you was controlling the temperature - an extra chair around the table where Jesper and Wylan were play, and a small divan beside Matthias. But Kaz sat beside you on the couch.

You marked the page with your finger, lowering the book gently. He didn't need to see the cover to know what it was. It was a romance clichéd eighteenth-century. He had given it to you before he left.

"Everything worked?" You smiled and Kaz had the feeling that he wanted to memorize that smile in a painting to always appreciate it.

"And doesn't always do?"

Even with the biting cold that wasn't stopped by the fireplace, Brekker could feel the heat from your body emanating, like a delicious temptation. You were always so hot. Bathed in the sun's rays. He didn't know if infernal grisha like you gave off so much heat too, because it was impossible for that to be human. Were so intense...delicious. Even with multiple layers of clothing, if Kaz approached you he could feel the warmth of a tropical pirate island.

Was that why he always unconsciously sat beside you? Why did you radiate so much causticity that it made Kaz forget about the ocean's cold? Why were you like a piece of life and Kaz felt dead for a long time?

Or was it because, heat or not, you were the only thing worth being around?

All the questions were too disturbing. And Kaz Brekker didn't want to know the answer.

Now, even climbing the stairs to the room beside you, Kaz couldn't feel anything radiating from you body. Just the cold. And he hated it with every force of his being.

You're not made to take the rain, felling deadly cold, or turn your lips a bluish hue.You were not made to be cold as a corpse, with muscles stiff and sore like a dead. You were not made to look like Jordie. You were meant to be alive. To look alive. Exhale the heat of the most ardent fire and heat a room just with your presence. You were meant to scare off Kaz's winter with your summer.

For a second, Kaz wanted to hug you to give you the warmth of his own body.

You felt exhausted. The remnants of what you once day were. Every inch of your body protested, aching and tearing at muscles. The cold, sharp water did you no good. You didn't know if it was were something of your species or a trait unique to you. But it didn't do any good to you. You hated looking so miserable in that appearance, especially in front of the one man you always wanted to look beautiful to. But at that moment you were in too much pain to worry so much about it.

As soon as Kaz had put the key in the doorknob, his gloved fingers stiff from the cold, what you expected to find was a cozy room, promising a heat shower and a good, well-deserved night's sleep. But that wasn't it. You stared at the wide double bed with white sheets, perplexed. Shock competed with your pain and put your brain to work, and all your breath lurked in throat as your realized the situation.

Oh my fucking God.

You didn't have to look at Kaz to feel his entire body be rigid, in a way far more potent than the effects the rain had caused. As if the prospect of sleeping next to you was more whorse than dying of hypothermia.

You closed your expression. Half because your mood was already bad and half because the rejection was brutal. You didn't expect your passionate feelings for Kaz to be returned, nor did you expect him to feel the same longing to be close to you as you felt for him. But no woman wanted to see that a man would rather die of hypothermia than share a bed with her. Even more if he was a man she was in love with.

You entered in room first, the pain in your body clouding your thoughts.

"Do you mind if I shower first?"

Your voice was weak, and you didn't have the heart to look at Kaz. He hissed a “no” that hung in the air, and that was the last thing you heard before closing yourself in the bathroom.

His heart was beating eerily fast in his chest. As loud as the thunder outside and as unsettling as the chill of rain. His breath began to burn heavily in his throat, and suddenly his entire body was fully aware of the situation.

One bed.

Even when he took the diamonds out of his pocket and placed them on a small table, even when you came out of the bathroom and he walked in, even as he basked in the hot water, his heart still pounded wildly. Like a generator.

Kaz Brekker liked puzzles, challenges. Of things he could unravel and understand. Piece by piece. He played to win and to cheat, and the world knelt at his feet before the insight of his mind. Still, he didn't know what to do. You were like a fascinating and maddening riddle. The one thing that, no matter how hard Kaz tried, could never unravel yours mysteries. Or maybe, just, what he would never be able to do was unravel what he felling whenever he was by your side.

His heartbeat grew stronger.

Brekker remembered every deck of cards, every card played. He could keep up with the distribution of up to five decks, unlock any lock, and devise the most insane plans. But he couldn't stop the way his soul trembled whenever he laid eyes on you.

In those moments, when you looked at Kaz like he was someone much better than he actually was, Kaz wanted to be good. He wanted to be born again to become a damn decent man. For you. He wished he didn't have his demons and erase his past. Because that way, when the sun's rays hit your face and you were close enough for your scent of happiness to flood his senses, Kaz wouldn't back down. He would lean down and seal his lips in yours with the promise of a glorious future.

His heart beat faster.

Why did he feel that his whole life was always suspended whenever he were away from you? And why did he have the feeling his life could change forever if he walked out that door?

Kaz turned off the shower. The heart running like a horse. He fished out the towel and wrapped it around his waist, finding a small hamper that held neat, folded pajamas for guests. He was surprised he didn't notice you in those pajamas. You made him lose focus.

As soon as he dressed and walked out of the bathroom, his eyes immediately went to your figure. Sitting on the bed, your legs under the covers, your hands clasped together in a cupped shape with a small, flare of fire burning in the center.

You looked up at Kaz. “I managed to do something to warm you up.”

The phrase was: No for warm me up. No for warm us up. For warm you up.

Kaz lost his breath and his soul trembled. The air felt different since he stepped out of the shower, not just from the recent gust of heat. But there was something else, something lyrical, pink and lush. Something...beautiful. He did not say anything. First because he didn't trust his own words and second because he didn't know what to say. He sat beside you, a considerable distance away, but this time his fear was that you would hear the loud, racing beat of his heart.

You turned gently towards him, reaching out your hands towards him, not noticing how his hands trembled as they stretched under the hot flame. Kaz swallowed hard.

He knew how weak and drained you were, but he also knew you were aware that he loathed cold. Hated icy water. You didn't know the depth of his traumas, but the fact that you cared to the point that you were willing to use your last shred of strength to end his torment was something that reverberated in his soul.

You two didn't say anything else after that. After Kaz removed his hands from the flame, you understood that as the end of your two interactions. You two shared a mutual answer that neither would sleep on the floor. You two were adults and in no condition to be lashed by any colder.

The night moon bathed the dark room with lights in distilled silver, almost flickering through the windswept tree branches. You were back-to-back, blankets pulled up to your shoulders, breathing gently quickened. As exhausted as you two were, neither of you could sleep.

Suddenly, the whole atmosphere in room seemed to change. Like a private, enchanted piece of the world. The wind howled softly, on a calm note. The rain was still falling in torrents, but now it seemed to be adopted in a passionate tone. As if it had fulfilled its purpose and now hovered in the world with a romantic veil of water. Stars shining bright above the bedroom window, glittering like hundreds of tiny diamonds, accompanied by moonlight. Although the light was dim, it seemed to capture the lyrical essence, seem to whisper “Dream a little dream of me.”

Everything felt different, like the two of you had entered a rift in the world. A part inhabited romance, pure magic, love.

Your soul shivered, and as much as you could never prove it, you felt that Kaz's soul shivered too. Your breath hitched, burning in lungs, your body seized by a caustic tingle that snaked through every inch.

You didn't know why, but your body shifted gently on the bed, turning slightly towards the ceiling. The racing pulse in your veins. A second felt like an eternity. Kaz's body moved too, and you knew, just knew, that he was looking at the ceiling too.

Two hearts beating in the same time. Synchronized. And, by some magic or deity, you two knew that your heartbeat would never again beat another way. Always connected.

Your body moved a little more, now on belly up. And Kaz's seemed to do the same move, even without seeing you or your movements. His chest rising and falling with intensity. The rain calmed outside, turning the symphony of droplets hitting the roof into mysterious, passionate music. As if the world were plotting a whispering favor for you two.

Kaz could feel your body heat radiating once more, grazing his skin with rays of sunlight. Everything in that bedroom became poignant and intense and lyrical, inflicting sensations on him that Kaz never thought existed before. Later, it would be a shock for him to see that he was at the mercy of his own passions. Overcome by sensations that robbed him of control of his body. Later he would think about it. Later.

His soul tingled, sending gusts of heat from the inside out. The feeling was that, after 28 years of deep sleep, he had awakened. Awake. Alive.

His body moved once more, now completely on belly up. Kaz didn't have to look at you to know that you too had placed yourself in the same position. It was as if he felt the movements of your soul. His pulse was racing now, hot and boiling in his blood. And Kaz wondered if all the money in the world would bring half the sensations he was feeling right now.

What was he so afraid all this time? That question echoed through all the corridors of his soul. And Brekker feared for the answer. What kept him from having everything he craved?

Money? Pekka? Jordie's ghost and the cold ocean? Kaz feared never touching you any more than he feared his demons? Was that why he always walked away from you? Why was wanting to slide his fingers into your hot skin and not being able to fell you, be worse than any sensation he'd ever felt? Because, maybe, admitting it can change everything?

His breath hitched.

Would it be worse to be alone for the rest of his life? Doomed and cursing to a fate of revenge, death and red hate? Or, even worse for his heart, finding a girl with lovely eyes, sunny smiles and the smell of happiness? A girl that made him laugh, come out of his hiding. You. What do he will do with that? What if you open up the door that he can't close it? And If when you hold he and his heart is set in motion?

Would that be so bad? No.

His body became very aware of the approximation it was on to your. Your heat radiating into his. For some reason, Kaz was sure you was in the same condition as he was. Sharing the same feelings. The same passion hidden for so long.

Kaz should have thought of his brother, of revenge against Pekka Rollins, of the cold of the ocean. He should have weighed of his own traumas. Instead, he thought: What if I get a little closer?

The result of this was his fingertips brushing yours. And he knew the exact moment your heart sped up even more. Because his followed the same beat. Maybe following yours for the rest of his life.

You brought your eyes to him, calmly, as if that moment might disintegrate. and the world seemed suspended in that moment. Kaz slid his eyes to you as well, sharing sensations and emotions that didn't need to be put into words. It was all there, in the gaze.

His fingers crept higher, going to your hand, and plunging his touch - and his soul - into that contact. All your heat was too strong. Too intense. Doing Kaz wouldn't be able to think or feel, for the first few minutes, about anything but light, heat, summer and…happiness.

That's when you gave him a shaky, emotional smile. I would do anything for you. That's what that smile said. And Kaz answered, his hand tight with yours before letting go. Me too.

- -

As the sun's rays, shy and buttery, flooded the bedroom in soft color, Kaz's eyelids fluttered. The sound of birds reached his ears, and the scent of flowers and happiness invaded his nose.

It was nothing like waking up in Ketterdam.

That thought back him to reality. A reality in which he had stolen many diamonds, taken the rain and had to share the calm. A reality where Kaz Brekker touched you.

You.

Kaz opened his eyes immediately, his heart racing again. He looked frantically around the room, past the simple furniture, the closed bathroom door, the window where the light came in, and then looked to his side on the bed. That's when he realized what position he was in.

His soul heated up.

You had your back to him, your hair spread out on the white pillow, your back showing by your pajama top, your shoulder rising and falling softly with your resonant breathing. You were close. Very close. And Kaz finds, perplexed, that he is facing you. One arm rests around your waist, over the thick blankets, in an intimate and…romantic gesture.

He lost his breath. His warm, hope-shining soul whispered to him: what if it was like this every day? What if he woke up with you by his side forever? What if in time he learned to be a decent man? Trying to be normal?

Would Kaz do this for you?

You shifted in bed, turning onto his side, front for him, snuggling deeper under his touch and moving closer, as if Kaz were your oasis in the desert. No skin was actually touching, your breath hit his warm chest, and if Kaz lowered his lips even further, he could feel your lips on his.

Yes. He would.

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[shirophantomvox]

How Illumi, Hisoka, and Chrollo would react to their S/O in the hospital

Hi, anon! You are welcome to join my Discord Server if you are a fan of Hxh, Voltron, or both! I promise this is a safe environment! This is an interesting topic for sure! To the other anon(s), I am working on your request! This will contain both fluff and angst. I forgot to include Leorio in this, so I’ll include him in the next HxH post. You’ll have to forgive me, I have 2 more requests in my inbox and I am not feeling the best. I just got my second Covid shot and it is hurting like hell. Nevertheless, I encourage you all to get your shot if you can. I will be on this site one and off and I should be on it for real next week. I have run out of ideas to write and I began to think I was annoying people with my HxH content (no one said this I just assumed). This post has 1974 words. After these requests are finished, I plan on doing a character analysis for Leorio.

Anyway, let’s get into the post!

We’ll start with Hisoka this time.

Hisoka

In all honesty, this man has heard of a hospital (since he sends a lot of people to it after fights) but has never been in one.

The signs, floors, staircase numbers, and elevators all confuse him. He has only been in one once when he was a kid and has never been again.

He isn’t a social butterfly in this setting because this is a professional establishment and not a college party. Asking for directions takes quite a toll on him because of his established pride. You know guys act when they want to find a destination on their own and will go miles out of the way instead of just asking for direction.

He doesn’t talk to anyone; all he wants to do is find you and make sure you are alright.

He is the tallest person in the freight elevator. So tall that everyone at turns to look at him at once for at least 10 seconds and turn back around surprised.

“How tall is he,” one of the nurses ask.

“Tall enough to be my house!”

This annoys him. He takes out the Joker card and lays it against his thigh but realizes he cannot make any hasty decisions. His bloodlust was activated merely out of irritation and not by threat. You were on his mind and destroying these worthless humans wasn’t an option for today.

He approached the guest desk and waited for about 2 minutes before he was acknowledged.

“May I help you,” a smug receptionist asked. Wow, these people do not know who they’re talking to.

“I’m here to see y/n.”

“Y/n is in room 345. Go down the hall and to the right all the way down.”

This man nearly ran with a quickness! His jester shoes somehow made the floor shake as he ran.

You were awake, eating the horrible food the hospital provided and watching TV. It seemed like you were doing ok, but you had just been in a car accident. Your arms and right leg were still sore. It was so bad that you’d be fine with Hisoka carrying you everywhere.

When you two are alone in serious public places, he doesn’t play games or tricks. He is often portrayed as a ruthless man, but in settings like this, he places the jokes and games aside for later. When he enters your room, he is silent for 30 seconds. Much too long. He was shocked; he walked around your hospital bed, pulled up a chair, and stared at your cast. It had many names written on it.

“Yes, I am ok.”

“I apologize for not being there for you,” he began to say.

“Shh… it’s ok. This is life. It hurts like hell, but I’m a trooper!”

Admiring your cast and its multiple fonts of handwriting and messages, he grabbed a sharpie marker, wrote his name, with a heart and spade next to it. Surprisingly, his cursive was very neat and legible.

“I didn’t know you knew how to write in cursive! Why don’t you write me letters?”

“I see you every day and it hurts my hand.”

The doctor wouldn’t be in for another 1 ½ hours, so Hisoka used your thigh as a pillow as he took a nap. He had been up for countless nights thinking about you. He was screwing up so bad, Chrollo let him leave early.

“As soon as your better, we will fight again. I won’t go easy on you. You won’t be in the hospital but you get the jest.”

Illumi

Illumi isn’t the type of man to overreact in these types of situations. When you both agreed to date each other, you knew you all were tough cookies. You were aware of the dangers of dating an assassin and he knew about the dangers of dating a bounty hunter. People hated you both and you targeted.

One night you both were caught in a vulnerable state. While you both enjoyed chocolate milkshakes at a laid-back 1950’s styled diner, two men were previously thrown out for fighting. While your back was turned one of those men shot your arm, causing you to carelessly throw your body to the ground due to impact.

While everyone else was screaming, Illumi jumped to the ground and tied his hair tie around your arm to temporarily stop the bleeding.

“Illu, why does it feel cold in here,” you managed to breathe out.

His heart dropped to his stomach for the first time in history.

“Don’t say things like that!”

Illumi is already horrible at displaying emotions, but all he could do is frown in fear. Once the EMS came barling in, he demanded that he ride with you.

Illumi hadn’t experienced anything like this since Killua had been injured when he fell from a tree.

You and he were separated when you were rushed into surgery leaving him alone in the waiting room.

When Illumi is stressed and cannot properly display how he feels, he tends to act in “odd” ways.

He begins to furiously turn pages in magazines or bother the receptions every 2 minutes about the status of your surgery. When the woman finally says that you’re still alive, he tones it down a little.

Illumi is open to conforming advice from strangers; he has been receiving it secretly from strangers. Since Silva was busy abusing him, he often found comfort from “the streets”.

He has a bad habit of pacing back and forth and fidgeting in his seat while horrific images fill his mind. All he has seen is pain and even though he was used to it, he didn’t want you to go through it as well.

While sitting in his seat (finally!) and head in his lap, doubled over indescribable sorrow, a little girl walks up to him with her hands folded and a doll under her arms. Illumi feels her presence and looks up. The girl’s curly hair covered her endearing eyes and her smile is wide.

“They’ll be alright. I just know they will,” turning around returning to her mother, the girl said with confidence.

On cue, Illumi placed his hand over his heart, smiling just a little.

He walked quickly to your room once you were out of surgery.

His speed walk mimics one of a soldier; his left arm in since with his right leg. His shoes echoed throughout the hall.

As soon as he enters the room, he shuts the door harder than usual and gives you a tight embrace. This surprises you! You’re lucky if he lays his head on your shoulder!

Illumi had been working out lately. He wanted to beat you in the “squish the melon” contest. He is very competitive and even if he lost, that doesn’t hurt his ego. Not in the slightest. Since it was just the both of you alone, he bends down to hug you tight, so tight that your face is squished against his.

This behavior is only surprising because he usually doesn’t coddle you even when you get hurt, but this time he realized that you could have died from the gunshot wound.

After that he kissed your forehead and almost simultaneously the doctor barreled in just missing the sweet moment between you and your beau.

Chrollo

When Chrollo is holding meetings with the Phantom Troupe, he always appears to be neutral. That is very important. A leader has to show strength even through the worst/hurtful times of their lives.

Chrollo had gotten a call from Nobunaga that you had gotten hurt on a mission and had actually gotten captured by the enemy. Phinks was able to get you back but you suffered horrible injuries.

This is protocol; they do this for any of the members. The troupe was oblivious to the fact that you and Chrollo were dating. They thought you were here to replace Uvo.

In situations like this, he is calm on the outside but screaming on the inside. Common sense will tell you if you are startled by the news you’ve just received and you begin to drive, you could cause more harm on the way to your destination.

Chrollo is very silent; he doesn’t call to check on your status or anything; he would rather see it for himself.

You were a trooper! After all, you are dating a dangerous robber.

Chrollo already knew what room you were in so he just went.

“I knew I should have kept y/n by my side. Y/n insisted on doing my dirty work that they almost died! How foolish could I have been?” He constantly cursed himself for letting his guard down with you.

He always gave you room to think and complete your own tasks but he can’t help his protective nature; one he has for the troupe but times 10.

His childhood friends had been shot by law enforcers, his home was horrific, and the last thing he needed was for you to be gone. You were keeping him afloat in society.

When he opened the door, Phinks was sitting in a chair, one leg over the other, laughing at a TikTok video.

Nobunaga on the other hand was watching the world news and seemed invested that he didn’t hear Chrollo enter the room. Once they both saw, they stood to their feet.

“Y/n is ok boss. They suffered a few cuts and burns, but they're breathing.”

Chrollo’s straight face remained as he stared at you.

Chrollo’s silence is something the troupe has internalized as a sign of anger, rage, or both. When he didn’t speak and just stared, everyone knew that their next mission was going to be a brutal one.

Chrollo is a man that isn’t afraid to express how he feels. He could cry right now if he wanted to and no one would dare laugh at him or insult him. After all, Nobunaga cried when he realized Uvo was dead.

Nobunaga and Phinks excused themselves as they saw him place his hand over his mouth.

Once the door closed, He pulled up the chair, grabbed your hand, and gently squeezed it. His warmth woke you up instantly and you turned your head. You winced in pain causing Chrollo to jump from his seat, moving to your right side so you wouldn’t turn your head too much.

“I’m glad you're alive, darling. What were you doing putting yourself in danger? Feitan could have handled the beast!”

He isn’t trying to doubt your ability to fight, he’s just concerned for your safety. Even so, why would he insist that you join the spiders?

A tear dropped from his face as he silently kissed your hand three times. You smiled warmly and placed your right left hand on top of his.

“I am fine, boss. You need not worry. I’m a trooper, remember?”

He placed your hand against his dry cheek and continued to kiss it. You were his lifeline and he wanted to spend every moment with you.

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[charmingyong]

The Rose’s Queen

Genre: prince!Taeyong x hotel manager!reader, humour, fluff

Warnings: just a teeny bit of angst… I tried to keep this angst free

Word count: 12k

Plot: Prince Taeyong didn’t want to marry the King’s choice from Yong Land. With his servant Doyoung, he traveled abroad to search for his Queen.

A/N: Inspired by Coming to America. A Taeyong special for his birth month :D

© 2021 charmingyong.

- ❀ -

His eyes were closed, head leaning backwards and resting on the pillow beneath him. Candles were lined up along the ledge, burning to give off the scent of his favourite flower. The rose aromatherapy bath always relaxed his senses, and the peaceful moment didn’t last too long when-

“Your Highness!”

Taeyong didn’t need to open his eyes to see who it was and let out a heavy sigh. “What is it, Dons?”

“It’s your birthday today.”

“That I know. As you can see, I’m enjoying my present.” Rose baths were only prepared for the young prince on special occasions, including birthdays. On other days, lavender, chamomile, sandalwood, ylang ylang, jasmine, and other varieties found in the garden were used to prepare the prince’s bath.

Doyoung scoffed. “And you are now at the age when the King will be preparing your marriage with the future queen.”

Out of surprise, Taeyong lost grip and slipped under the water.

“Your Highness! Don’t leave us!” he cried dramatically.

Taeyong’s head popped up, shaking off the water and brushed back the long, now wet, silver strands. “Stop being dramatic.”

The servant sighed. “It’s a shame.”

The prince sent an unpleasant glare.

“Your Highness, the King has prepared an event tonight for the announcement of-”

“And before that even happens...” Taeyong stood up from his lukewarm bath and wrapped himself with a robe, tying it closed. “I have to speak with him.”

-

“Yong, my pride! Happy birthday. Have a seat, son. Your favourites have been prepared for you.” The King beckoned for the servants to serve the young prince.

But Taeyong didn’t sit down in his usual seat at the other end of the table. He marched over to the King. “May I have a word with you?”

“Of course, have a seat here,” his father responded by pointing at the chair on his right.

Taeyong plopped down and refused the sweets that a servant offered, shocking that the prince rejected sweets on his birthday. The matter was indeed a grave one. “This is about tonight.”

“Ah yes. Doyoung must have relayed the message to you.”

Speaking of him, the man with the resemblance of a bunny entered the dining hall, frantically searching for the young prince. “Your Highness, you could have at least worn your undergarment,” he huffed, holding a tray with Taeyong’s silky boxer neatly folded.

The male servants stifled back their laughter while the female ones blushed hard at the impure thoughts.

Taeyong only rolled his eyes at Doyoung and focused back on the King. “Why must I go for the queen of your choice?”

“Yong, we chose the best queen for the next king.”

And the prince didn’t like it, especially having met her once at a formal ball where she only did as trained and asked. “But I don’t want her to look at me only as the future king, I want her to look at me as Taeyong, which she can’t do. Please father, I’ve spent all my life doing everything you say. I’ve done my very best to train myself in becoming the next best king in Yong Land. Can I at least have a say in the selection for the next queen? Please?” Taeyong pleaded with soft eyes, hoping to melt the King’s heart.

The King thought for a bit before sighing in defeat. “I want you to be happy. But I also do not want any compromises for the future of this kingdom. If you can find a queen who can rightly stand by your side for the kingdom, then there shouldn’t be any problem.”

A huge grin was plastered on the young prince, relieved that it went a lot more smoothly than predicted. “Thank you very much. I’m sure my choice for queen won’t disappoint you or the people.”

The King gave him a nod. “Very well then. But how will you select your queen? Our kingdom is very small and surely you won’t find your queen here.”

Taeyong smiled, having already thought that through. “With your permission, I will travel abroad with Doyoung as assistant to find my queen.”

Doyoung was dumbfounded by the sudden request without prior notice. “We are?”

The King nodded. “You have my permission.”

- ❀ -

There was one thing Taeyong had to do before leaving for the quest.

His pet.

His best friend.

His family.

His dragon.

The dragon whimpered, saddened by the prince’s leave, and crouched down, nearing its head by the prince’s stance.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be back soon with a surprise,” Taeyong said in a tender tone as he lovingly stroked his dragon’s face, placing a kiss on the top of its head.

- ❀ -

Taeyong stepped out of the airport and was met with the busy streets and tall buildings. He breathed in the fresh air, smiling to himself as he bathed under the sunlight. “The air is certainly more polluted than back home. Don’t you think, Dons?”

The said servant panted as he wheeled the luggage bags in each hand, annoyed that the prince had so much to carry. “I recommend traveling light next time.”

Taeyong scoffed. “I need it all to maintain my beauty.”

“You don’t need anything. You’re gorgeous without having to try.”

“I wonder if you truly mean that or you’re saying it to reduce your load.”

Doyoung fake smiled. “To be honest, both.”

Taeyong rolled his eyes. “How are we arriving at the accommodation?”

Numerous taxi cars awaited along the curb, and Doyoung pointed at them. “One of these vehicles should help us.”

The prince hummed and waited for Doyoung’s next move, and when he didn’t budge from his spot, Taeyong asked, “Are you not going to prepare the transportation?”

Doyoung groaned. “You really can’t do anything on your own, huh?” Doyoung was lucky that he grew up by Taeyong’s side, otherwise he would have been reprimanded by the royal member. He dragged the baggages to one of the stopped cars. “Can you drive us to the most luxurious hotel around here, please?” he asked.

The taxi driver nodded. “Hop in, mate.”

During the ride, the man frequently checked his review mirror, taking note of Taeyong’s hairstyle and decided to give him some free, though unasked for, advice. “Mate, if you didn’t have a pretty face like that, you’d be mistaken for being a grandfather.” Taeyong scowled at the driver while Doyoung nearly burst out laughing before covering his mouth. “No offense, but do you have a girlfriend, mate?”

Doyoung replied, “We’re here to search for his queen.”

The driver was amused by the choice of title. “Won’t be finding one with a hair like that.”

Taeyong scowled. “There’s nothing wrong with my hair,” he defended. It was his charm and he wasn’t going to let it go.

Doyoung stared out the window at the pedestrians and took note of the popular hairstyles for men in the area. “He is right. We have to change your hair if you want to win your queen’s heart. Excuse me, could you please detour to the best hairdresser nearby?”

-

The prince was forced down onto the swivel chair by the servant. “Quit frowning or you’ll get wrinkles,” Doyoung taunted.

That made Taeyong lessen his frown marginally.

“Damn son, where did you come from? I’ve never seen hair like this before,” the hairdresser asked as he prepared his tools.

Taeyong observed himself in the mirror. He had a deep attachment with his silver locks and couldn’t imagine having it cut. “Touch it and I’ll behead you,” he threatened dangerously under his breath.

“Sorry, what was that?”

“Nothing!” Doyoung exclaimed and turned to the prince. “You can’t say that here,” he hissed in a hushed tone.

“Alright then, I’ll be cutting his mullet off. What about the colour? Do you want to keep it or change it up?”

Doyoung and Taeyong blurted out at the same time. “Change.” “Keep.”

Taeyong glared at the taller boy and argued. “I’m already sacrificing my hair. Can I at least keep the colour?”

Doyoung ignored him and requested the hairdresser to change it to “Brown.”

-

The two walked into the foyer of the grand hotel. Taeyong looked up at the high ceiling where grand chandeliers hung elegantly, lighting up the vintage hotel in a mesmerizing manner. “Nice,” he approved.

Doyoung strolled up to the receptionist and asked her, “Do you have a deluxe suite available for immediate reservation?”

She nodded. “Yes, we do. I can book one for you,” she replied and began typing into her system.

Taeyong leaned against the counter and found a couple of girls from a distance stare at him, giggling amongst themselves. He smirked and silently greeted them with a nod. They squealed, blessed to have such an ethereal being notice them.

“Looks like I still have the effect despite my changed hairstyle.”  

“See? Just because you don’t have a unique haircut doesn’t mean you’re no longer special.”

“I still haven’t let go of my grudge.”

“And I don’t expect you too.”

Taeyong scowled. “I’ll behead you.”

Doyoung scoffed.

The concerned receptionist looked between them and the servant noticed. “Don’t worry. It’s his favourite empty threat.”

She only nodded and said, “I have one ready. What name should I book it under?”

“Your Highness.”

The woman’s jaw hung open. “Sorry?”

Taeyong elbowed him hard which resulted in the poor man to grunt out in pain. “Please book it under Taeyong.” He glared at the boy beside him. “You have to use my name at times like this!”

“I can never be disrespectful and utter your name!”

Taeyong huffed, knowing that his servant only had the courage to drop formalities but would never dare to speak of the royal name.

The woman warily watched the men and handed over the card keys, informing, “Your suite 2707 is on the 27th floor. The bell staff are at the front and you can request them for assistance to bring your belongings up.”

Doyoung retrieved it with a bow. “Thank you.” He passed one to the prince. “You can go up to the suite while I have the staff bring the bags.”

Taeyong found the elevator and pressed the button. The doors opened and he walked in, pressing 27. Just as the doors were about to close, he heard a loud “Wait!” Taeyong quickly stopped the doors from closing and his breath got caught in his throat when he saw you burst in.

You were relieved to have caught it in time instead of having to wait for the elevator to return. You casually thanked the man and pressed the top floor of the hotel.  

Taeyong’s cheeks dusted pink as he shamelessly gawked at your beauty, your cream-coloured blouse amplifying your radiance. “No problem.” He was surely blessed by the divine beings to have found his queen on his first day abroad. “Do you come here often?”

You blinked at the man, flabbergasted by his inquiry. “Sorry?”

“Will I see you around here often?”

You nodded slowly. “Yes, you will.” You didn’t have a name tag like the staff as you were a special person at the hotel. Not only were you the hotel manager, but also the daughter of the wealthy man who owned the establishment.

He hummed and stuck out his hand. “I’m Taeyong.”

You stared at his hand incredulously. Sticking to professionalism, you ignored his hand and replied back with your name and a courteous smile.

Taeyong dropped his hand to his side and the elevator doors opened to his floor. He stepped out and faced you. “I hope to see again, Y/N,” he beamed, his bright face not wavering when you didn’t meet the excitement. You quirked an eyebrow at him as if he were crazy. Taeyong was surely desperate to meet someone who he had been with for a brief moment.

The doors reopened once reaching the penthouse of the hotel and on the way to your room, a smile grew on your face. He’s interesting, you thought.

Taeyong plopped onto an armchair happily, munching on the sweets available as complimentary upon entry into the luxurious suite.

When Doyoung came inside with the bellhop behind him, Taeyong announced, “I found my queen.”

Doyoung rapidly blinked. “We've just arrived here and you found her already?”

“I met her on the elevator.”

“That’s interesting. Who is she?”

“Y/N.”

Doyoung blinked. “Y/N who? What does she do for a living?”

Taeyong shrugged. “I only know her name.”

“What? Your Highness, you can’t decide on a queen just by knowing her name. You have to learn about her too.”

Taeyong shrugged. “There wasn’t enough time. But I do know that she’s here.”

- ❀ -

Taeyong and Doyoung walked up to the receptionist. The prince leaned against the counter as the servant inquired, “Is there a garden nearby with roses? We would like to handpick some.”

The receptionist lady nodded. “Yes. In fact, our hotel has a garden exclusively for the guests and there’s plenty there for you. It’s located down the hallway with the amenities.”

“Ah, thank you very much. Let’s go, Your Highness.”

The woman looked at the servant with a puzzled face when hearing the title again before shaking her head and resumed back to her tasks. Just as the two men were about to leave for the garden, you walked up to the desk. Your eyes met Taeyong’s and he pushed himself off the counter to watch you with full attention. He took note of your outfit, casual activewear which was a contrast to the professional attire he had last seen on you.

You ignored him and asked Sana for any updates, to which she replied with a no.

“What updates do you speak of?” Taeyong asked curiously with his head tilted.

Guess this was the time to reveal yourself. “I'm the manager and daughter of the man who owns this hotel.”

Doyoung’s eyes went wide at the news of the prince’s future queen being of nobility. Meanwhile, Taeyong’s lips curled up at the information. Even if you weren't from a noble background, he still would have chosen you as his queen. Now there was no way that his queen selection would be rejected by the King.

“We shall take your leave,” Doyoung said and pulled Taeyong by his arm for the direction of the garden. You watched them leave with a blank look as Taeyong’s bright eyes didn't leave from yours and waved his hand.

When the men were out of sight, you asked Sana, “Did Ten arrive?”

She nodded. “Yes, he’s in the studio.”

“Okay. I’ll be there for a bit.”

At the garden, Doyoung got to work with handpicking fresh roses while Taeyong strolled around with hands clasped behind his back. He stopped by one and bent down to take a deep breath in. The scent filled his lungs and went into a state of bliss for a brief moment. He needed to pick that one out for you.

After ending their quest with Doyoung carrying a bag full of roses, they walked down the passageway for the main lobby. Taeyong hummed happily, twirling the stem between his thumb and index finger. His steps slowed when hearing music start from a room. “Where’s that sound coming from?”

Doyoung’s ears perked up. “I think from that room,” he pointed to a dance studio. The door was slightly ajar and curiosity got them to lean their heads against the door. There was a huge mirror covering the wall and in front of it was you.

Boy Bye by Helly Luv blasted from the stereo system and you appeared in their sight. Taeyong’s breath hitched when seeing you dance so smoothly and precisely to the music, being mesmerized by the way your hips moved.

Got a crown on my head make Boys bow down "Are you ready for the Queen?" We shout out loud

Taeyong smiled at the lyrics. He was ready to take you back home as the queen. He could envision the people cheering happily for your entry, and bowing with respect as you’d walk past them.

He definitely needed to see you with the crown on your head.

I don't wanna hate you Boy I try This is for my bitches Ride and die

“Biches? What’s that?” Taeyong asked with scrunched brows.

Doyoung shook his head. “Maybe it was beaches, as in the shore?”

The prince hummed. “I see.”

I don't lose Sit on my throne Sippin' on champagne, gotta pick up my phone You lose

Taeyong was so whipped for you that he couldn’t wait to see you sit in the throne, sipping on champagne, wine, and tea out of your golden cup.

The dance break initiated and you swapped places with Ten. Taeyong was confused where the unknown man came from as Ten did his solo dance before the chorus returned. And that was when Taeyong became furious, seeing the man touch you during the dance.

“How dare he touch my queen! I’ll behead him!” he grumbled through gritted teeth.

Doyoung rolled his eyes and reminded, “Your Highness, she’s not your queen yet.”

When the song ended, you plopped down onto the floor, breathing heavily. “That was fun.”

Ten snickered. “More fun than being a manager, huh?”

You rolled your eyes at him, staying quiet on that. It wasn’t that you hated helping your father out with managing the hotel, but you wished to do something more exciting.

Knock knock!

Your eyes snapped up to the door, finding Taeyong and his friend from earlier. “May we come in?” the charming man asked.

Standing up, you invited them in. “Of course, please come in. Can I help you with something?” you asked with the manager tone that you had been taught to use on guests.

Taeyong could see that you didn’t suspect him and his servant secretly observing your dance and so he didn’t bring it up. He couldn’t have the future king be labeled as a spy. “Yes, I was in the garden and I found this rose. It appears to be lacking something. Can you have a look at it, please?” he asked, holding the rose up for you.

What a bizarre request, you thought, but you did as asked. You took hold of the red rose and inspected it, even taking a sniff of its aroma. Nothing seemed off about it and replied, “Well, it seems perfect to me. What’s wrong with it?” You were very confused when Taeyong had picked out the most perfect flower you would see in aesthetic pictures.

Taeyong hummed while softly staring at you. “Now it’s perfect. The rose was just lacking its queen.”

Doyoung started choking on the air while Ten let out an amused “Ooo~”

You felt blood rush to your cheeks from his flirting, his smirk making your heart beat faster and you muttered under your breath, “What are you?”

- ❀ -

The next morning, you woke up in your plush bed. Sitting up, you stretched your arms above your head and yawned. You suddenly thought of the handsome man staying at the hotel, thinking about the way he had been friendly with you, flirting with you. You looked at the rose resting on the nightstand, sinking in the sunlight that seeped through the uncovered windows.

Sighing out a breath, you slipped into your slippers and strolled through the hallway, arriving at the breakfast table where your father’s secretary Kim stood.

“Good morning, Y/N,” the middle-aged man smiled.

“We’ll see how today goes before determining it’s a good morning.” Your day could get hectic and hair-grabbing depending on the number of guest complaints. “We have a meeting soon with the marketing team, right?”

Kim nodded. “Yes.”

-

In the conference room, the team lead was presenting information that highlighted the daily and monthly sales revenues. To increase the sales, the leader suggested to create advertising campaigns for promoting the hotel. In the midst of the speech, you didn’t realize that you had zoned out until you heard, “How does that sound, ma’am?”

All eyes were on you and you grew flustered and slapped your cheeks to snap out of your daze, making the team concerned if you were feeling unwell. You were once again thinking about the alluring man that went by the name Taeyong. “Sorry, I- can you please send me a copy of the report?” you asked, pressing your lips together from the embarrassment.

-

You walked into the dining area where various sweets were on display as complimentary for the guests. During your routine check, your eyes traveled around the seating area to make sure the guests were enjoying the treats and immediately spotted Taeyong a few tables away, sitting with the same man you saw from before.

Taeyong felt your gaze while eating his slice of chocolate cake. He turned his head to meet your eyes, sending a wink your way while smirking.

You looked away with your erratic heartbeat. Why is this happening, you thought pointlessly. You knew you were falling for the man whose identity you didn’t know of yet.

- ❀ -

Though Taeyong would love to spend the entire day in the hotel unexpectedly bumping into you, he did want to go out and see the kind of world that you lived in.

Taeyong and Doyoung walked up to the receptionist, the same one they had always encountered since they first arrived. At that point, the prince had memorized the name on her nametag, Sana.

Just when Doyoung was about to open his mouth, Taeyong beat him and leaned against the ledge asking, “Ms. Sana, can you recommend some things to do around the city? I would love to learn some things that my queen-to-be has grown accustomed to living around.”

Sana’s eyes went wide from the latter. “Sorry?”

Doyoung nervously chuckled and added, “Haha sorry, please don’t mind what he said.” He turned to the prince and harshly whispered, “Can you stop using the word queen around casually?”

Sana looked around, landing on your graceful figure leisurely strolling up to her desk. You disregarded the men, which one of them beamed at your appearance. You tried your best to ignore him as your heart rate picked up with Taeyong’s gaze heavy on your side profile. “I’ll be taking a break for a few hours,” you informed her to which she nodded.

Taeyong was pleased to hear that and said, “Perfect!”

You blinked at him confusedly. “Sorry?”

He did his signature half smile and suggested, “Why not take a break with us?”

-

A walk in the lively park was splendid for the prince. He enjoyed seeing cheerful children running around, dog owners walking and playing with their dogs, couples sitting on the benches sharing sweet treats and even riding rented tandem bicycles.

Taeyong was curious about those two wheeled vehicles. He had never ridden one and to see such luxury where two could ride one… he needed to try it. “Let’s ride that,” he said pointing to a couple riding one.

Your eyes followed his finger and felt blood rush to your cheeks, suddenly feeling shy at the thought of being close to Taeyong, behind him on the wheels. “Um, do you mean you and me?” you asked just to be sure.

He huffed. “I would never ride that bike with this one,” he gestured to the servant.

Doyoung was offended and clutched his breaking heart. “I thought you loved me!”

Taeyong waved his hand dismissively. “Not right now. All of my attention is currently on this beautiful queen,” he flirted with a wink sent your way.

“Don’t say stuff that isn’t true,” you muttered under your breath. Beautiful queen and you? You could only dream.

Though he retorted with a tut. “It is true and I will prove it to you.”

Once you arrived at the stand for renting out the bicycle, Taeyong observed the surroundings, taking note of how the riders paddled their feet in synchronization. He practiced the feet movements using his hands, and quickly hid his hands when you faced him again. “Are you ready?” you asked.

“Ready as always.” Taeyong would always have to be ready for unexpected events in Yong Land. Riding a bike was nothing compared to that.

Or so he thought.

You sat down on the rear end and waited for the one who showed great interest in the bike to sit down. When you and Doyoung held the bike for Taeyong, he threw his leg over and gripped onto the handle, immediately a worry taking over. “Is this going to balance by itself?”

You quirked an eyebrow at him. “You don’t know how to ride a bike?”

Doyoung answered, “No, Your Highness has no prior experience with riding such vehicles.”

You gaped at his words. Not at the fact that Taeyong didn’t know how to bike but… Your Highness? “What did you call him?”

Realizing his mistake, Doyoung’s hand flew to his mouth while Taeyong laughed it off. “Doyoung loves calling me that. Don’t mind him.”

Your eyes shifted between the two and at the end believed him. “Well then, I’ll sit at the front and lead.”

So that was how Taeyong ended up sitting behind you and let out a yelp when you started paddling. He screamed when you zoomed down a small slope as Doyoung chased after you two, fearing for the prince’s safety.

- ❀ -

You were having a talk with a guest in the lobby until you saw your father walk through the entrance with a man of his age beside him, laughing among themselves. You bid the guest a wonderful day and waited to see where your father went. He met your eye and waved at you, gesturing the man to follow him as they made their way towards you.

You smiled warmly and greeted them. “Hello, sir. How are you?”

Your father chuckled and said, “Y/N dear, this fine gentleman here is actually willing to affiliate with our brand.”

You beamed at the great news. “That’s amazing!”

He nodded and continued, “And it will be through your marriage with his son.”

Your smile dropped in a heartbeat. “Sorry?”

“His son is actually the CEO of-“

“Dad, I’m sorry but can I speak with you for a minute?”

The two glanced at each other and your father sighed. “Sure.”

After being a safe enough distance for the man to not hear you, you got straight to the point. “I like someone.”

For a moment, he didn’t say a word, thinking through his thoughts. Your palms grew sweaty when he let out a long sigh. “Who is he?”

“His name is Taeyong. I don’t know what he is but I can go figure that out right now. He’s been staying at our hotel for some time.”

He hummed and said, “If I find that this man is right for you, then I’ll have no objections.”

Your jaw dropped, not believing how easily your father was willing to let go of an affiliate offer. “Seriously? What about the hotel?”

“We’re at the number one spot for the best hotel in the city. I can’t get any greedier than that,” he joked before turning serious and patted your head gently. “You’re all I’ve got. You’ve done so much helping me with the hotel and in return, you deserve someone who will keep you happy. If this Taeyong is the one, then I have no objections. But of course, I can’t have him easily take my daughter away until he’s earned my trust.”

You grinned widely. “Thanks, dad.”

You went up to the receptionist desk and waited for Sana to finish her phone call. Once she hung up, she asked. “Yes, ma’am?”

“Which room is Taeyong staying in?”

Sana recalled the familiar name, one who she couldn’t shake to forget. “2707. But please be careful. They sound like complete lunatics,” she spoke the last part quietly. It was very impolite for staff to speak ill of guests.

Lunatics? “What do you mean?”

“The way they talk- I mean I don’t why the friend refers Mr. Taeyong as ‘Your Highness’ as if he’s some sort of King. And not only that, Mr. Taeyong even called me the ‘queen-to-be’ and I… I don’t know what to do.”

That sounded like how it went with the park outing. The way Taeyong called you queen and Doyoung called Taeyong Your Highness. You thought that was just them playing around but for the situation to arise with Sana as well… You sulked a little merely at the thought of Taeyong not calling you a queen exclusively. “He called you a queen?” What on earth is Taeyong?

“Well, he didn’t directly call me that so it may have been for someone else. But still, these two men really are… different.”

You hummed and informed her, “I’ll go check on the situation. Don’t speak of this matter to anyone else.” She nodded and you strode away.

-

“Prepare me a rose bath.”

Doyoung did as told, setting up the bathtub like the way he did in Yong Land. He was glad that he had all the essentials for the prince’s special time, only the addition of rose petals were courtesy of the hotel.

Once the prince got into the tub, Doyoung said, “I’m going to the garden for more petals.”

Taeyong simply hummed in response.

Not to long after he left, a series of knocks was heard. He groaned as he wasn’t expecting anyone, and even more at the thought of having the answer the door himself. “Who could possibly be disturbing me?”

He stepped out of his bath and put on a robe. Shaking his brown hair with his hand and letting water droplets fall on the floor, he opened the door with his eyes fully blowing up from having to be blessed by your presence.

You took note of his wet self in the robe and felt a rush of heat taking over your face. “Sorry, did I disturb you? I think I should come back la-”

Taeyong shook his head frantically. “No! No, you didn’t. Please come in.” He stepped aside and gestured you in.

You walked in and composed yourself from the distraction.

“Please have a seat, Y/N,” he said and settled himself into an armchair across from you, leaning into the back with his arms on the armrest and crossing his legs like a king on his throne. “How can I help you?”

First, Sana. “Did you call the receptionist the queen-to-be?”

He stared at you blankly and answered with a slow shake of head. “No, I would never call anyone else but you the future queen.” His eyes turned playful when he noticed you release a breath of relief and asked, “Did you come all the way here to ask me that?”

You pursed your lips and looked away shyly. “Well, I did need this cleared up because…” Should you just get straight to the point? Yes. “The talk of my marriage was going on and I wasn’t happy about it.”

Taeyong jolted upright, the stress immediately rushing to him at the thought of losing you. “Why weren’t you happy?”

A smile threatened to tug at the corner of your lips when seeing Taeyong’s panicky eyes. “Because I like you.”

Taeyong calmed down and shrunk back into his seat at your words. But when the words actually got processed into his brain, his eyes almost fell out of its sockets and bolted upright again. “Did you say that you…” He couldn’t believe it was happening.

You chuckled quietly and nodded. “Yes, I like you. While all your flirting might be obvious, I still need a confirmation though. Do you like me?” You could have been wrong and it was just him being a charming man for ladies. But if he was only calling you a queen, then he had to be feeling something exclusively for you.

Taeyong feverishly nodded. “Yes I do! Ever since I first laid my eyes on you, I wished for you to be my queen.”

You felt like you were on cloud nine, knowing that your feelings weren’t one sided. But you did cringe a little on something. “I’m glad, but can you stop calling me queen. It’s kind of starting to sound cheesy.”

Taeyong held back the adrenaline rushing in his veins and furrowed his brows. “What do you mean cheesy-“

He was cut off by the door to the suite being unlocked and in walked his servant with a big bag of freshly picked roses. He stopped in his tracks when he noticed you and the prince looking at him. Though instead of greeting you or informing the prince of the accomplished task like he would always...

“Your Highness! Please don’t tell me you’re not wearing any undergarment again,” he spitted through gritted teeth. “Especially in front of her.”

Without meaning to, your eyes went there, and your face was on fire at the thought.

Taeyong noticed it and with wiggly brows asked, “Want to see my royal member?”

Your jaw dropped at the absurdity. “I’m leaving!” You stood up and was about to bolt for the door until Taeyong blocked you.

“I’m sorry! Please don’t leave! I won’t do that again,” he pleaded with desperate eyes.

Doyoung snorted. “Well it’s nice to see that your queen-to-be has a reign on you.”

Your hands clenched in anger and yelled, “Will you stop calling me that?”

“Calling you what?”

“Taeyong’s bloody queen!”

“Don’t speak like that!” Doyoung yelled.

Taeyong gasped at the audacity for his servant to raise his voice at his beloved. “Don’t yell at my queen! Wait till we get back and I’ll behead you!”

Groaning, you held back your desire to kick him there. “Stop talking like that! You sound like some king wannabe!” you shouted over them.

It suddenly went eerie silent as Doyoung gave Taeyong a look to tell her the truth. Taking a deep breath, the prince said, “That’s because I am the future king. I’m currently a prince in line for the throne. And this is Doyoung, my servant.”

An unnerving moment passed and it felt like you stopped breathing for that time. You looked between the two men who were seriously watching for your reaction, which was you bursting out in laughter. Laughing as if you had completely lost your sanity. Sana was right. They were lunatics. “You know what? I retract my confession and go marry that other guy my dad initially set me up with. If I stay here any longer, I’ll lose my mind like you guys.”

“No!” Taeyong held his arms out posing a ‘T’ to stop you. “I’m not joking. I really am a prince.”

“Really?” You expected princes to enter your hotel in a grand extravagant way. Not just with one other person who wasn’t even a personal guard but a servant. “Prince of what country?”

“Yong Land.”

You rolled your eyes. “The more the reason to not believe you. I’ve never heard of that place.”

“I can prove it to you in due time, but for now please believe me,” he begged with his hands clasped.

Doyoung gaped at the prince’s unfamiliar gesture. “Your Highness has never pleaded to anyone before,” he told you.

You waited to see if there was a change in Taeyong’s expression but he remained resolute. You asked, “So when my dad asks what you do, you’re saying that you’re a prince?”

“Yes.”

You let out a loud sigh and threatened, “I’ll kill you if all this is a lie.”

Doyoung couldn’t believe that someone was threatening to kill the prince in his presence. Taeyong noticed him and held his hand up to stop Doyoung from saying anything. “That won’t happen. I intend to go back to Yong Land with your hand in mine.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, at how serious he was taking you as his queen. You eventually gave up your defenses and softly muttered, “I’d love that.”

Taeyong tenderly smiled at you and clapped his hand excitedly. “Let’s go see your father then.”

“Wait not yet. I should tell him first and see how he reacts. After that, we can set up a meeting.”

Taeyong nodded. “That sounds good. And we should celebrate now that we both like each other,” he said with a radiant smile.

You grinned widely. “I agree.”

In the midst of you and Taeyong staring at one another with bubbling joy, Doyoung said, “I recommend Your Highness to dress himself before the celebration.”

-

You added the final touch to your look with your favourite lip gloss, twisting the cap back on and pressed your lips together before releasing a pop sound. Once you were pleased with your look, your bouncy feet headed out of your room.

Your father was discussing something with his secretary in the living room and caught sight of your dazzling outfit, his brow arching and silently questioned your night plan.

Walking closer to him, you asked, “Can I go out with Taeyong?”

He nodded at the familiar name. “Did you find out who he is?”

You nervously gulped. How ridiculous was it going to sound that he was an unconfirmed prince? “Yeah…? Well, I don’t know. He calls himself a prince and-”

“Did you just say prince?” he asked in amazement.

You nodded slowly.

“Of where?”

You tried to recall the name. “Something like Yong Land. I’ve never heard of that place.”

He turned to Kim and gave him a look that instantly made the secretary pull out his phone and tapped away, presumably to web search about the land. “I’m afraid no such land exists,” Kim informed.

Oh shit.

Your father gave you a deadpanned look. “This man is a liar?”

You hoped not. “Dad, hear me out. He said he’ll prove it to you.”

“I’m not letting you go out with him until this is settled. Call him over right now.” His voice was stern and left no room for objection.

Sighing, you called Sana on her mobile and she picked up after the first ring. “Yes, ma’am?”

“Send Taeyong up to the penthouse. And tell him to bring that proof.”

“Which proof are you speaking of?”

“He'll know.”

“Okay, ma’am.”

Sana placed down her cell phone and picked up the handset of the telephone, dialing the suite number.

Doyoung answered the incoming call. “Hello? Yes? I see. Thank you very much. We’ll be there shortly.” He found the prince lazing on the couch with a bowl of chocolate covered strawberries. “Your Highness, the queen is calling you up to the penthouse with the proof.”

Taeyong hummed and smirked. “You know what to do,” he said and popped the remaining piece of the bitten fruit in his mouth.

The servant nodded. “I’ll bring it.”

-

The clock kept ticking as you waited impatiently for the so-called prince. Your father was lost in his thoughts, thinking about what if scenarios in case the man did in fact turned out to be a prince like you claimed. His foot tapped repetitively against the shiny floor until the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get that!” You jogged away before your father would say a word. Just as you expected, it was Taeyong and behind him Doyoung. “Did you bring it?”

Taeyong smirked and gestured his hand to the briefcase that Doyoung held. You guided them to where your father waited solemnly and once his eyes landed on Taeyong, he gestured to the couch across him. “Please have a seat.”

“Thank you, sir.” Taeyong sat down while Doyoung stood at the side, ready for the prince’s command.

Your father let out a deep sigh and asked, “You wish to have my daughter’s hand?”

Taeyong gave him a reassuring sincere smile. “Yes, sir. I only wish for hers.”

You pressed your lips together to stop yourself from smiling like crazy when hearing Taeyong say that to your father.

Your father let out a hum in content. “You claim to be the prince of Yong Land, is that correct?”

“Yes, sir.”

“What proof do you have? According to my source,” your father pointed at Kim who stood off to the side, “Yong Land does not exist.”

Taeyong gave him a curt nod and waved Doyoung over. Doyoung understood the cue and placed the briefcase down on the center table, unlocking the latches and opening up the case. You gasped, covering your mouth for what laid inside. Kim’s eyes blew up in shock while your father’s eyes lit up with amusement.

In the case laid numerous stacks of shining gold bars.

“These bars hold the future of Yong Land. You will see my face imprinted on every single one of them. And as for Yong Land, it is a place of its own and not known to the world outside. That is why your source was not able to locate it via phone. To learn of the land, you must visit the land through special accommodation.”

Your father was silent for a moment before beckoning Kim over. “Check those bars,” he ordered.

Kim nodded and picked one up, weighing the luxury in his hand and inspecting it all around. His brows arched up when he indeed found the face of the man sitting across his boss. For confirmation, he picked another one up and found it to be exactly identical to the first. “The man is speaking the truth. His face is carved in along with the inscription ‘Lee Taeyong, King of Yong Land’ on these bars.”

Your jaw dropped and your heart pounded in your chest at the news. The Taeyong that had been living at the hotel sending friendly signals towards you and calling you a queen was indeed the prince and future king of his land. You were all this time being indirectly courted by him and the news was too much for your faint heart to handle. “You’re kidding…” you mumbled under your breath.  

Doyoung met your eye and smiled sweetly, knowing that big news like this wasn’t going to be easy to take in.

Dumbfounded, your father stared at Taeyong who only gave him a sincere smile before shifting his gaze towards you. “I need to have a word with you.” He stood up and headed for the bedroom. Gulping nervously, you followed him out of the living space.

Taeyong watched your retreating figure and waited patiently for your return. He noticed the secretary gawking at him, still stunned by the identity reveal, and offered, “You can keep one bar here. I have plenty more back home.”

You trailed behind your father into your bedroom and he shut the door behind you, pressing his lips together for his next words. “Y/N…”

It was the moment when he would make his mind up and it was a frightening one. You really liked Taeyong and the thought of a ring on your finger that he didn’t put on didn’t sit well in you.

He took a deep breath in and softly muttered, “I can’t believe you’re going to become a queen, sweetie.”

You stared at the floor for a moment, all senses of reasoning left you before his words hit you.

Your father accepted Taeyong.

Hesitantly, you lifted your gaze and asked, “I’m going to be a queen? You’re letting me go with Taeyong?”

His eyes twinkled as he lovingly stared at you, patting your head gently. “As long as this is what you want.”

“Seriously? You’re probably the first parent ready to send their daughter away to some unheard land all because of a prince.”

“Such fate isn’t written for everyone and I’m not going to hold you back from living your best life. Just don’t forget about me and make sure Taeyong invites me there one day,” he joked, pinching your nose.

You rolled your eyes. “You think I’ll never want to see you again? I’ll make sure you see me one day on my throne next to his.”

He chuckled softly at your words and kissed your forehead. “Now you have my permission to go out with him.”

-

“What is this place?” Taeyong asked as the three of you stood in front of a resounding building with guards at the door.

“It’s a night club. I come here often,” you said.

“What happens here?” Doyoung inquired.

You flashed a smile. “You’ll see.” Your fingers laced with Taeyong’s and pulled him along through the door with Doyoung right behind. The bouncers recognized you and let you all in.

Inside, the music blasted and the timing couldn’t get any more perfect when the song Good Thing played. You giddily guided the puzzled prince around the dancing bodies as Doyoung panted to catch up to your quick movements. Finally, an ideal spot with decent spacing was found and you let go of his hand, moving your body happily to the exhilarating beats.

Taeyong only watched you with a fond smile and you weren’t happy with that. “Come on, Taeyong. Show me that the future King of Yong Land can dance.”

He laughed at happy words and right at that moment, he noticed a couple behind you unknowingly get progressively close to you. Just as the guy was about to bump into you, Taeyong wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you into his chest, twirling around to shield you from the collision. The man instead bumped into Taeyong and apologized with a “Sorry dude,” and moved away.

Your heart went into a state of shock as every muscle in your body tensed from the proximity. Eventually, you melted under his touch and smirked, wrapping your arms around his neck and swayed your body to the upbeat music.

Doyoung saw the intimacy and cringed.

- ❀ -

“Ah!” Taeyong yelped from the sharp pain.

Doyoung rushed immediately to the prince’s side in panic. “Your Highness! Are you all right? Should I bring the first aid kit?”

The prince licked the pain off his finger and dismissively waved the servant off. “I’m fine. There’s no need for that.” A bright smile stretched over his lips as he stared at his handcrafted masterpiece. “Y/N is going to love this.”

-

Your lively feet bounded to the receptionist desk and in the greatest mood ever in your life, you informed, “I dealt with the complaint.”

Sana stared at you, worried that you had misplaced your brain somewhere. “Ma’am, are you okay?”

“Of course! Why would I not be?” you giggled.

Sana blinked at your unfamiliar demeanor. “You’ve never came back after a complaint this happy. And it’s Mr. James, one of the rudest guests here.”

You nodded and merely said, “You’ll find out soon.” Sure you were happy that you would be leaving your responsibilities as the hotel manager, but your great mood was because of the man who had captured your heart.

Prince Taeyong.

Just his name made your heart squeal.

She nodded and caught sight of the known face. “Mr. Taeyong is coming this way.”

Your head whipped so fast that you might have snapped it. And indeed he was, leisurely strolling towards you with Doyoung behind him carrying a tray with an item covered by silk cloth.

“Y/N, my Queen!” Taeyong exclaimed with his arms open for a hug.

Sana gaped at him and then at you.

You gave her a nod to her unvoiced question. “I’m apparently the queen that Taeyong was talking about.”

Her lips formed an ‘oh’ at the misunderstanding.

You skipped over to your lover giddily into his arms. He chuckled happily, loved seeing this side of you. “I prepared you something.” He pulled back and beckoned Doyoung over to his side. “I present my Queen a rose crown.” He lifted the silk off and your eyes landed on a uniquely woven rose crown.

“You’re unbelievable,” you breathed out. “Did you make this?”

He squared his shoulders proudly. “I did. Here, let me put it on for you.” Just as Taeyong went to take hold of the crafted crown, you noticed a bandage on his finger. He carefully fitted the crown on your head and stepped back, smiling proudly. “It looks more ethereal on you than I imagined.”

You huffed out a breath. If anyone wanted to learn how to make a girl’s heart go crazy, they should take notes from Taeyong. “Thanks, but what happened to your finger?”

Taeyong’s eyes widened by a fraction and hid his injured finger behind his back. “Nothing.”

Doyoung scoffed at the prince’s lie. “Your Highness got pricked by the thorn on the rose when making the crown.”

You gasped loudly and then pouted. “You got hurt for me?”

He leaned closer till you were inches away from his lips. “Anything for my lady.”

You huffed and smacked his chest lightly.

Doyoung cleared his throat. “If you’re done, we have to prepare for our leave.”

The prince nodded and said to you, “We’ll leave whenever you’re ready.” Right before the men parted from you, Taeyong quickly dove in to peck your cheek. You yelped in surprise and your heart furiously pounded, the feeling of his warm lips still lingering on your skin.

After they left, you turned to Sana who had her jaw fully dropped to the ground. “Taeyong is actually a king?”

- ❀ -

“I’m surprised you’re not crying.”

“It feels like I’m sending you abroad for school except you’ll be living with this fine gentleman who will be taking care of you.”

At least your departure from the home that you lived your entire life in wasn’t tear-filled. And it shouldn’t be. Not when it was Taeyong that you were going with, aka the prince and future king. No matter how many times you’d heard that or thought of that title on him, your heart still squealed as if it was the first time.

You turned to the man beside your father. “Thank you, Kim, for teaching me everything.”

He gave you a curt nod. “It was a pleasure, Miss Y/N.”

Up next was Sana with moistened eyes. “I will miss you, ma’am!”

You grinned and gave her a warm hug, rubbing her back soothingly. “I will too. You will see me again. And I’m sure your new manager will be just as great as me.”

She sniffed and muttered, “I doubt they will be. You were the best.”

You laughed and pulled away, moving towards your friend who helped keep you sane during your dreadful times. “Ready to see me as the queen one day?”

Ten snickered and mockingly commented, “You as a queen would just ruin the kingdom.” You smacked him and he burst out laughing. “Kidding. I can’t wait to see your power on the throne with that guy.” He nodded to where Taeyong stood patiently.

Once you were done, you bounded to Taeyong. “I’m ready,” you told him with an ecstatic smile.

He chuckled and held out his arm for you. You happily latched on as he grabbed your suitcase with his free hand. Doyoung, as usual, struggled to wheel the prince’s heavy ones. You waved your arm one last time to everyone before stepping out of the hotel towards the prepared vehicle.

Once you were out of sight, Sana burst out wailing, startling your father. “What’s wrong?” he asked her.

Her glassy eyes didn’t leave the doors to the hotel. “I wish a prince courted me like the way it happened to ma’am.”

Your father sighed. It was tough to let you go as he now only had the secretary by his side, but a fate like yours wasn’t written for everyone.

Ten coughed pretentiously. “Well… if you’re down, I can treat you like a princess.”

Like a flip of switch, Sana stopped crying and stared at Ten in shock. When she figured that he was being serious with his hopeful eyes, she blushed hard, shying her gaze away. A slow smile broke onto her face and muttered quietly, “I’d like that.”

- ❀ -

No.

You were not.

“I’m not getting on that!” you cried out.

Doyoung sighed. “Your Majesty, this is the only transportation we have to the kingdom. Yong Land is a land strictly entrusted to nature. Therefore, we don’t have an airplane or such technological facilities that can take us directly to the castle.”

If it weren’t for your quicken heartbeat when staring into the huge black eyes of the dragon that patiently waited for your decision, then your heart would have danced when he called you the highly respected title.

Taeyong neared the dragon with such calmness that was beyond your control at that moment. He lifted his hand to stroke its head tenderly and the dragon groaned in delight. “She is our new queen. You won’t hurt her, will you?” he asked with softness.

The dragon shook his head. He would never hurt any of his Master’s people, only the enemies.

Taeyong smiled and turned to you. “See? He won’t hurt you.” He outstretched his hand for you.

You swallowed a lump in your throat and asked, “What if I fall off?”

“I would never let that happen.”

After much reluctance with you staring intently into the prince’s serious eyes, you took Taeyong’s hand. He was super pleased that you trusted his word and he intended to keep it that way.

Taeyong climbed on the dragon before hoisting you up, settling you in front of his body. Your cheeks heated at the feeling of his chest flushed against your back. His arms wrapped around you tight enough to make you feel protected. And you did, letting your body relax just slightly ever since learning that dragons were after all real.

-

Taeyong helped you off, while Doyoung grumbled incoherent words under his breath when trying to get the suitcases off the dragon.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Taeyong asked.

You shook your head timidly, not when riding in Taeyong’s arms.

His lips curled up and draped an arm over your shoulder, guiding you to the entrance of a massive castle. “Let’s meet the King.” Just when you were feeling lighter, your steps became heavier and Taeyong felt your body tensing again. “What’s wrong?”

“I… what if he doesn’t like me? What if the people here don’t like me?” You were a new face in a land ruled by great monarchs. What if you didn’t meet their expectations as you were, quite frankly, a nobody in Yong Land? This wasn’t your hometown where everyone in the city recognized you as the daughter of a wealthy hotel owner. Even worse than the people, what if the King didn’t like you because you didn’t come from a noble family within his network?

Taeyong squeezed your shoulder gently to comfort you. “The King is looking forward to seeing my selection for the next Queen. As for the people, if anyone dared to even glance at you in disrespect, then they will have to go through me, and that will not be good,” he spoke the words with such lethal seriousness that his sudden change of expression for his next words surprised you. With fondness, he added, “Plus, there’s absolutely no reason for anyone to not like you. You’re perfect just the way you are.”

You sighed out a breath of relief and nodded. “Okay, I’m trusting you. I think I’m ready now.”

The meeting with the King went a lot more smoothly than you expected when he was sincerely polite with you and was more than pleased to hear about your background as a manager, mentioning that your resourceful skills would help you fulfill your duties to help the people and negotiate with other region rulers. The King couldn’t have been prouder of his son to have found the perfect Queen.

Taeyong guided you to your personal room until the ceremony was over for you to share with him. Whispering in your ear, he joked, “My room is open for you if you can’t wait till the ceremony.” You rolled your eyes at him and he gestured the guards outside your room to open the doors. Your bedroom was massive and elegantly designed with vintage masterpieces. Female servants strode in and stood upright and ready to assist you.

He offered to let you explore the castle as the sky grew darker. The prince decided to show you around outside another time when you were well rested. When it was time for a meal, he forced you to sit at the head of the dining table in a throne that you assumed was his. Your mouth watered at the sight of all the delicacies laid before your eyes, noting how there were equal number of sweet dishes as the savory. The King mentioned that the prince loved filling his belly with sugar-filled goods. Throughout the dinner, you were grateful for the warm welcome into the family, but your jitteriness wasn’t completely forgotten about.

At night, you stared at the ceiling with a growling stomach, the monster inside demanding for food. You only ate your meal earlier in moderation, worried if you would defy any unspoken rule if you ate to your heart's content. Combine that with restlessness from having to be in a land where you knew no one except for the ones you arrived with…

There was no way you were falling asleep anytime soon.

You sat up on the enormous bed. No one was in the room, giving you utmost privacy. Peeking outside your door, you found a guard who was alert and kept his stance showing that he was on duty but relaxed enough as there was no danger in sight.

“Um, excuse me? Can you tell me where I can find Taeyong?” you asked quietly.

The guard blinked before nodding. “I’ll direct you to Prince Taeyong.”

You follow nervously behind his confident strides, slowing down your steps once he halted by a set of double doors larger than yours. He knocked on the door for you and called out, “Your Highness, Your Majesty is here.”

You thought it would take him a while considering it was late into the night. But when Taeyong heard that it was you waiting on the other side, he darted, nearly tripping over his own feet to answer the door.

He did his best to appear indifferent, but his heart crashed in his chest with nerves and excitement when he saw you. He gave the guard a curt nod who mirrored it back and left the prince’s sight.

Taeyong leaned against the door frame and a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “What can I do for my lady at this time?” The smirk completely wiped off his face when you nervously avoided his gaze while fidgeting with your fingers. He stepped closer to you and with concern laced in his tone asked, “Are you okay, Y/N?”

Your hunger for the moment left your mind and you didn’t feel so well. After much thought of what to tell him, you lifted your gaze to meet his worried eyes. “I’m scared.”

He stared at you. “Scared?”

You nodded. Taking a deep breath, you explained yourself. “It’s a new place and I don’t know anyone. I don’t know what to expect and not-“

You stopped breathing when he opened his arms out for you, making you melt into them and breath out a long sigh at the comforting feeling of his protective arms around you. Planting a kiss on your temple, he rested his chin atop your head. “I’ll always be here, Y/N. Don’t worry. Do you want me to be with you? I can come to your room or you can come inside mine.”

You nodded stiffly. “Can I sleepover here?”

He pulled back and met your hopeful eyes. “Of course. Anything you want.” He was about to pull you inside until a rumbling sound in your stomach reminded you of something, making you press your lips in embarrassment. It was loud enough for Taeyong to stop and stare at your belly with wide eyes before his smirk made a reappearance. “It looks like we have something else to take care of first,” he playfully commented.

-

The two of you descended down the massive stairs and he said, “I can get someone to arrange something for you. What would you like?”

You felt bad that the cooks would have to wake up in the middle of the night to fix you something. “Are there any leftovers from dinner?”

He shook his head. “Any remaining are given away. We have fruits and there’s stock on some sweet goods, you know for me.” He winked and you chuckled softly. “Do you always get hungry at night? I can make sure we keep food for you.”

You shook your head, embarrassed to say the truth. “I actually didn’t eat properly because I was worried l would eat too much. I don’t know what etiquettes I have to follow and I didn’t want to seem like a pig.”

Taeyong was stunned by your response and wished he had known sooner to make you feel at ease. This was supposed to be your new home where you could do anything as you please without limits. With sad eyes, he said, “Y/N, you don’t have any restrictions on anything. You can eat to your heart’s content, even tell the cooks what you want to eat at any time of the day or night. Please don’t hold yourself back. It may take a while to get used to this, but this place should and will feel like home one day.”

You stared at him, all previous worries leaving you as a new worry took place. You didn’t expect to make Taeyong disheartened with your words. “I’m sorry. I’ll keep that in mind from now on.”

He shook his head. “I should be the one apologizing. I should have expected that with you being new here.” With a clap to change up the mood, he smiled hoping for something. “So will you now want me to call a chef here to make you something?”

Pursing your lips, you had another idea in mind. “Well, you did say that I should treat this place as my new home, right?”

He blinked at you but nodded regardless, wondering where you were going with your words. “Yes.”

“Then will you let me have the pleasure to cook something in the kitchen?”

Taeyong arched an eyebrow at you. “Are you sure? You don’t have to go through the trouble.”

“Well… It won’t be me going through the trouble because I wasn’t allowed to cook back home so… can I try here?” Frankly, your father’s traumatic experience of having to witness the kitchen in absolute mess one time was what banned you because he was not about to have you start a fire and have the entire hotel evacuated for your mistake.

He tilted his head and squinted his eyes on you. “If this is you saying that you’re going to cause a mess while cooking, then feel free to.”

You blinked, surprised that he agreed even when catching onto your drift. “Really?”

He smiled and stroked your head. “Of course. Like I said, I want this place to feel like your new home.”

After an unfortunate yet foreseen failed attempt to cook yourself something, without starting any fire thankfully, you settled with having some fruits, accepting a few baked sweets that Taeyong offered you. When you were satisfied, the two of you headed to his room, being mind blown by its size being two times larger than yours and was decorated with hints of roses everywhere.

“You must really love roses a lot that you gifted me one.” You were suddenly reminded of his flirting that time and your heart fluttered at the memory.

“It’s my favourite. Come here.” He pulled you towards the gigantic bed, lifting the cover for your side.

You giggled, saying “You’re such a romantic.”

Taeyong’s lips turned up into a lazy smile. “Only for you.”

When he settled in beside you, you turned to your side, meeting him face to face. His arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer to his chest till you could feel his hot breath fanning over you. You hummed at the warmth of him surrounding you, all fears from before shutting down as you dozed off into your dreams.

Taeyong was relieved to see you fall asleep and pecked your forehead before shutting his eyes with a wide smile stretching his lips.

The next morning, you woke up expecting to be in the penthouse bedroom when your surroundings appeared unfamiliar, until the roses brought back your memories and realized you were in Taeyong’s bedroom.

With the prince nowhere in sight.

“Taeyong?” you called out with a shaky breath, hoping he’d hear you. But instead, a knock on the door followed by a familiar voice was heard.

“May I come in, Your Majesty?”

“Um… yeah. Come in.”

The door swung open, being met with a happy looking Doyoung. “Your Highness had a matter to attend and invited you.”

Your brows scrunched. “What matter?”

He smiled genuinely. “It is regarding your gown for the ceremony tonight.”

-

Taeyong hissed as he carefully inspected the intricate design. “I see you followed through my plan just as described.”

The tailor nodded. “I will do anything as you wish, Your Highness.”

Johnny, Taeyong’s personal guard, raised a point. “Your Highness, isn’t the dress code gold? I’ve always seen in the pictures that the queens wore gold.”

“Yes, but I’m changing it. Your new queen is worth more than gold, specifically priceless. I prefer her to wear something that represents my ideal queen.”

“And what is your ideal queen?”

Taeyong smirked and was about to answer until you caught his eye, trailing behind the servant. You noticed the other men in the dressing room and focused on the prince. “What’s going on?” you asked.

Taeyong grinned widely with perfect white pearls. He stretched his arm out for you. “Y/N, come here.”

You slowly shifted your feet towards him, taking his warm hand. He excitedly positioned you till you stood before the most breathtaking dress that you had ever seen before. A fully red gown with diamonds studded across the corset and from the waist down to the floor…

Numerous large layers of handmade rose petals were sewed onto the entire skirt.

And if that was what you were wearing to the ceremony, then you were going to stand out in the crowd for looking like a living resemblance of a red rose. “Is this really for me?” you asked breathlessly, your eyes not daring to remove itself from the dress.

“If you like it,” Taeyong said with worry stretched across his forehead. “If you don’t like this, that’s completely fine-"

“Are you kidding me? I love this! It’s incredible! Who designed this? I need to meet this person!” you beamed.

Taeyong rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and answered, “Well, you’re looking at that person right now.”

You gaped at him. “Seriously? You? How? I mean what made you think of this?”

He chuckled and gestured to his guard. “I was just about to tell Johnny and now I’ll share it with you. I always wanted a beloved queen who will flourish with my lovely roses. Therefore, I wish for my queen to glow luxuriantly in this rose gown. Like my saying goes: a beautiful rose for a beautiful queen.”

A maddening fire took over your cheeks as you stared at him in shock with your blushing heart. Doyoung gagged while Johnny buckled over laughing at the servant’s reaction. “Your Highness, please refrain yourself from using such phrases… at least in front of others,” Doyoung grumbled.

-

“Do I always have to sit on horses?”

“For ladies, we have carriages. But I thought for experience, you can sit with me,” Taeyong winked at you.

You rolled your eyes and watched him hoist himself up onto his horse, holding his hand out for you. You gave him an anxious smile, taking his hand and placed your foot on the loop but failed to bring your body up. He offered to count to three and at the cue, he used his strength to pull you up as you jumped. You crashed into his chest with his protective arm tight around you to prevent you from falling off the shaking horse and you settled into the seat.

“Good?” he asked with a sly smile.

“More like perfect,” you mumbled with warmth spreading across your body.

“Hold tight,” he said and let go of you for a quick moment, taking off his princely crown to fit it on your head.

“Woah, why are you giving me this?” The weight of his crown felt as if you really were a royal member of the family. You couldn’t wait for the ceremony to announce you officially queen.

“This will let the people know that you are their future queen. We can’t have them misunderstand you as one of the people.” He leaned in close to your ear and whispered, “Otherwise, the ladies will get jealous.”

You huffed out, annoyed. “So I do have something to worry about.”

Taeyong chuckled. “Not the kind you were nervous about. No one’s going to throw eggs at you. You’ll just see them have heart eyes for me. When they learn that you’re the queen, they’ll respect you.”

And he was right. The second the people found out that you were going to be their queen, they went from sulking that it wasn’t them sitting with the prince to cheering for your new life in a blink of an eye. You waved at them with a relieved grin from your seat. They felt your sincerity and tried to offer you small gifts as a token of success. Though the guards on their own horses were well trained on what to do in such situation, politely declining them all. But your eyes landed on a small girl, her tiny arms pleading for you to accept her gift.

“Taeyong, can we at least accept hers?” you pointed at the small girl.

Taeyong smiled at your kind heart and nodded. He clapped for the guards to accept the child’s token. Johnny was the one to make the move, hopping off his horse and promised the girl to pass the gift on. He quickly strode over to your side and handed it over.

You observed the vintage gift, an antique bronze and ruby red crystal beaded bracelet. “It’s beautiful,” you muttered.

Taeyong inspected the item in your hand and smiled. “It’s a Victorian bracelet with Swarovski crystals, suitably worn for weddings.”

Your eyes blew up at the information. “That sounds fancy. I can’t just take this without giving something in return.”

“It is a gift and I’m sure she won’t take currency in return but you can try.” Taeyong gave Johnny a nod, making the guard hold his hand up to help you down. You made a beeline to the little girl who was ecstatic to meet you.

You crouched down to her eye level. “Thank you for the beautiful gift. It’s too precious for me to take it without giving you something in return. Tell me, what would you like?”

Her toothy smile touched your heart. “I like Queen and King to always keep us safe and happy.”

Your eyes sparkled at her request, the honesty and innocence radiating from the little girl made your heart grow a deep sense of duty for what you came here for. With the manager smile you always put on for grateful guests at the hotel, you promised, “I will do everything in my power to keep everyone safe and happy.”

She beamed at you so widely that you thought it was going to break her face, and you patted her head softly. Taeyong watched the two of you, smiling to himself for having found the absolute perfect Queen for the kingdom and himself.

- ❀ -

The horns were blown and an announcement was made by the now-former King, who stepped down from his current throne, ready to crown the future monarchs of Yong Land.

The grand doors opened, revealing the new Queen in her stunning red rose gown, her arm linked with the new King who wore a matching colour royal tuxedo. The two walked down the red carpet, posture perfect and elegantly waved at the people standing on either sides of the carpet. Reaching the end, the former crowned the new monarchs, making the crowd cheer happily, with Doyoung wiping away his dramatic tears as Johnny rolled his eyes and patted Doyoung’s shoulder in comfort.

The music cued Taeyong to ask your hand for a dance in celebration to which you gladly accepted. He led you onto the floor and held your waist with one arm while the other held your hand. You stared into his tenderly eyes, the reality too good to be true. Taeyong pulled you in closer, making your heart spike up and warmth overwhelmed you at the intimacy.

You were his Queen now.

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Lost In Zero Gravity (P.12)

Title: Lost In Zero Gravity (Part Twelve) Summary:  Fem!Reader x Mob Boss!Tony Stark x Mob Boss!Steve Rogers.  Reader is a call girl who runs high end parties. She catches the attention of Tony Stark who invites her back to his room with his friend. She might have performed too well because she becomes their new favorite play toy and they don’t like to share. Words: 5,997 Warnings (for the fic in entirety): Smut, prostitution, infidelity, angst, domestic violence, stalking, possessive behavior Author’s Note: This is longer than normal, my b. And did I also just watch Iron Man 2 recently? Maybe. Also, I can’t help but to mention Pepper because I love her so much. Even if it’s off to the side. She’s still a queen. I also apologize for the French because I used google translate.

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One of their guys – Dasco, you had been briefly introduced to, you had not seen him before tonight – was waiting outside the car since he was sitting in the middle row of seats and had to put the seat forward to let you into the back. You had no desire to sit in between Steve and Tony again after what they had just subjected you to. As you approached the car, you did not break stride as you shoved the seat back so you were able to maneuver your way into the middle set of seats in front of them and you settled into the center one.

Dasco made no move to get into the car beside you you saw out of your peripherals as you reached to grab your seatbelt. You heard movement from your left side where Steve was sitting but it stilled all of a sudden.

“Y/N,” you heard Tony start dangerously from the right. “You’ve got ten seconds to rethink that and get your ass back here.”

You considered ignoring him and buckling your seatbelt. But you thought of Dasco – or even worse, one of them – dragging you from the car in front of your grandma who could still plainly see the SUV in the driveway. Exhaling annoyed, you stiffly got up and got back out of the car. Dasco flipped the seat forward again and you peered into the back where Steve and Tony were waiting. Steve’s hand on his knee was taut, his stare hard; your first obstacle into the back seat was getting past him. You crawled in, him not moving an inch, causing you to have to drag your ass across his legs in the process. You plopped into the center seat between them, snug as a bug.

Tony patted your leg, “Good choice. See? Goes so much better when the rules are followed.”

You said nothing not trusting yourself to be calm, digging your hand down by Steve’s thigh to grab the seatbelt clicker. He was still unmoving, and you held back a scowl having to dig deeper, brushing his ass. Clicking your seatbelt in place, you sat back, staring at nothing. You wiped at your eyes again, trying to clean up your mascara.

Tony was already on his tablet, working on something. You could not make heads or tails of what he did, so you did not even bother trying to pay attention. You snuck a look and saw Steve was looking at his stocks. Typical. Bending forward, you grabbed your purse and got your phone out. Opening up your décor app, you set to trying to distract yourself with it.

“Y/N, I think you also owe Terrence an apology,” Steve told you firmly. “Just so you make all the amends you need to for your stupid actions as of late.”

Your gaze snapped to the review mirror where you saw Terrence peering at you from the driver’s seat. He was not going to move the car until you did as you had been told.

“I’m sorry for drugging you,” you said stiffly. “You were an innocent bystander.”

You noticed Tony’s lips twitch like he was going to smirk, amused. He hid it though when he saw he had drawn your attention.

A few moments of silence passed before Terrence replied, “At least you gave me some good vodka to bring me down.”

<><><>

You fell asleep along the drive, waking up with your head resting on Steve’s shoulder, much to your annoyance. You had purposely fallen asleep with your head back on the seat, but you must have rolled to the side. You rolled away from him, trying to make as much space as possible which was virtually impossible, but you tried, nonetheless. Steve cracked his eyes open to side eye you, having dozed off himself.

Looking out the windows, you noticed you were back in the city, very close to home.

Picking up your purse, you dug in. Your brow furrowed as your hand searched not finding what you were digging for.

“Looking for something?” Steve asked dryly, eyes fully open now.

Settling back into the seat, you asked tightly, “Can I have my phone back?” On cue, Tony handed you a phone, but it was not your phone. Irritated, you said, “This isn’t mine.”

“It is now,” Tony answered. “Your SIM card is in this one now, it’s just under my plan. It was hell tracking you down with your other one. Thankfully, Tatiana doesn’t like her shit being broken and your grandma was nice enough to tell Daryl what club you were at. But I will not be wasting my time or energy like that again even with that help.”

You rounded on him as much as you could in the confined space and demanded, “What did you do to Tatiana?”

Tony shrugged, “Nothing to her. Just broke some shit. Like I said.” Clenching your teeth, you stared down at the new phone. Tony reached over tapping it, “Like I said, everything’s in there from your old phone.” Tears stung your eyes and you sat back defeated. “Love, come on. It was just a phone.”

“I liked my old phone case,” you said pathetically. That was true and it would not fit this new phone. But it definitely went deeper. Your phone was one thing that had been yours and yours alone. You had paid for it yourself, you had your own plan, it was something independent.

“Then order it again but sized to this,” Tony said flippantly. “It’s not that hard, Y/N.”

“I don’t want to do that! I want my phone!” you exclaimed, on the brink of absolutely losing it. You tossed the phone past your legs onto the ground in frustration.

“Stop being a brat. It’s not cute,” Steve snapped from beside you, his hand coming to your thigh and his fingers digging in painfully. “Now pick up that damn phone and stop with the dramatics. I’ve frankly had my fill of them. You’ve reached your quota, Y/N. Reel it back in now.” Steve was burning a hole through you with how he was staring at you and you tore your gaze away from him, bending forward and swiping the phone off the ground. His voice was taut when he spat, “Thank you.”

Tony picked up your purse for you from the ground and held out his hand. You handed the phone to him and he placed it inside and tossed the purse onto your lap.

Thankfully, Daryl pulled up along the sidewalk outside of the apartment building to end the situation.

Steve let go of you as the doors to the sidewalk opened, Dasco and the other, Raphael, getting out before Raphael let the seat up to let Tony crawl out. You began to follow him, but Steve grabbed you roughly again, stilling your movement before you could get fully out of the seat.

“Lucky for you and that pussy of yours, I’m needed back at home,” he fumed.

You were silent, seeing the anger swimming in his eyes. He was furious about the whole ordeal, that was apparent.

“Behave for Tony.”

You only had a moment to ponder what that meant before the back opened where your bag was and Daryl dug in, invading the bubble Steve and you had been holding. He let go of you and settled back in the seat, his glare still directed at you. You inhaled sharply before resuming your exit of the car.

Tony led you inside the apartment building past the doorman and the front desk to the elevator. He was carrying your bag, Daryl stopping in the lobby at the desk to flirt with the front desk receptionist as he usually did. You were sure he was banging her. Terrence got into the elevator with the two of you. Again, Tony’s hand was at the small of your back leading you down the hall from the elevator to the apartment, keeping you on the path. His keys jangled as he let the two of you into the apartment, pushing you in ahead of him. Your eyes scanned the room – nothing had changed. It had only been a few days, so that should not be much of a shock. But you certainly felt trapped again, knowing you were stuck back in here. There was no way they were going to give you your apartment key back.

Luna meowed from one of her cat towers at you, drawing your attention. Tony was at your back and he said, “Oh yeah, got her back. That cat is also mine, so maybe consult me next time, yeah?”

He left your back, moving down the hallway towards the bedroom. It was early in the morning and you just wanted to go back to sleep. You turned, following him down the hallway to the bedroom lethargically.

There was a travel bag on one of the side chairs by the window and you furrowed your brow because it was not yours. Tony was holding yours as he placed it on the other chair.

Tony turned around, spotting your confused look. He cleared his throat and then said, “Oh, right. Sorry. I’m staying here for a while. Giving the missus some space until she decides to stop being a bitch. Looks like we are bunking together.”

The last thing you wanted to do was to sleep next to him.

“I’ll take the couch then,” you muttered, turning around tiredly.

You heard him coming up behind you quickly and his hands closing in on your waist and arm stopped you, pulling you flush to him. Nuzzling into your neck he said, “Come on, love. Cross my heart, won’t touch you once we are in there settled in. We can both sleep in the bed. Soundly and sweetly. I won’t even complain if you wake up in the middle of the night and turn the TV on because you can’t sleep.”

You hated he knew you so well.

He laid a soft kiss on your cheek and you went rigid. He noticed, sighing heavily. His hand at your arm left, but his one at your hip lingered, his fingers circling softly.

“You’re upset. That’s okay. But you can sleep in the bed with me. There’s enough space. Right? It’s a king.”

Remembering Steve’s threat, you gritted, “Yeah.”

“Good girl,” Tony praised softly, letting his other hand fall. He moved around you towards the door. “I’m going to get ready for bed. I’ll join you shortly.”

He left the room and you turned back towards the bed, staring at it. He must have been already staying here because the bed was unmade – you had left it made, a habit. His wife must have kicked him out the day of and he had come here for safe haven. Your eyes fell to the end of the bed, thinking of you cowering there when his wife had assaulted you. You could not think about that. Tearing your eyes away, you moved towards your dresser, going to fetch some clean boxers to change into.

You got onto your side, your back to him trying to be as far away from his as possible whenever he got back from the bathroom.

When he walked back in, he turned the light off, shrouding the room in darkness. The bed dipped with his added weight on the other side, the comforter shifting as he covered himself. He was keeping his word though, staying on his side of the bed, adjusting the pillows. You relaxed only slightly, hoping it would stay that away, that he was not going to force anything onto you. Especially not after all the shit that had happened earlier tonight.

The room was quiet, the two of your breaths filling the space. You shifted, burying yourself further into your pillows, trying to will yourself to fall asleep. For how tired you were, you had worked yourself back up again.

Tony broke the silence, “I am sorry.”

Your eyes popped open at the sentence, your brow furrowed in confusion. Unable to help yourself, you turned your head to look at him. His hands were folded behind his head, his upper chest exposed. When he felt you move, his head turned to meet your gaze. “About my wife being a psycho and having you in that position. And with your grandma. That went… a little far.” You refrained from saying anything despite all the expletives you wanted to hurl at him at the emotions all of those memories brought up. He respected your silent treatment and did not press you to respond, “Just thought that needed to be said. Feels it was owed if you know what I mean.”

Not knowing how else to respond to it, you said quietly, “Thanks.”

He nodded, turning his head back and closing his eyes.

Confused immensely by that turn of events, you slowly turned back over, tucking your pillow back underneath your head. Silence blanketed the room again and you knew that was really the good night.

<><><>

Groggily, Tony walked into the kitchen, shirt still missing and in his boxer briefs, finding you working already on food for dinner. You pointed at the counter and said, “The jam and peanut butter are already out if you want to make yourself some toast.”

“No, too early,” Tony grumbled walking over to the counter. He furrowed his brow and asked, “Where’s the coffee?”

“In the bag.”

“Then what roused me from sleep?”

“Probably the cold bed,” you quipped not turning around as you poured more spices into the bowl you were using to collect them all.

You felt his eyes burning into the back of your head as you moved to pull the chicken from the fridge. As you approached the island again, you looked at him, finding him staring at you as you suspected. “What?”

“Nothing,” he said before moving to go make himself coffee.

He poured out his serving into the coffee filter and pressed start. Coming back over to the island, he watched you put the chicken breast into the bag and pour some soy sauce, fresh garlic, and vegetable oil over it.

“What are you doing?”

“Making a marinade.” Tony looked surprised and you said, “You tell me to buy groceries and then are confused when I do something with them?”

“Love, attitude,” Tony tsked. He peered towards the spice bowl you were working with. “What spices are you using?”

“Cloves, fennel, cinnamon, anise, cayenne, nutmeg, salt, pepper, thyme. It’s not the exact recipe but I like it more.”

He rose his brows and muttered, “Jesus. Who knew you were a little chef?”

“Happens when you have a parent who has cooking for a hobby. Rubs off on you. Do you want me to thaw you a piece in the microwave – cause sorry, I thawed mine in the fridge overnight – and add it to the bag for dinner?”

That comment amused him and he cracked a smirk, leaning on the counter. “You sound like a proper housewife, dear.”

“Well, it would be rude of me to not offer to make you some when I’m already making it for myself,” you told him honestly as you moved the wet ingredients around the chicken already in the bag.

His fingers traced your hip lightly watching you. “Are you going to poison me?”

“What good would that do me to poison myself as well in the process?” you deadpanned, looking at him.

Tony’s lips stretched into a smile and he chortled. “You’re lucky I’m not as high strung as our friend Steven.”

Swallowing your pride, you turned your body more towards him, pressing against him. “Is that a yes or no? Just so it can all marinade together in the same bag. I wanna throw the spices in over all the chicken I’m going to be cooking with.”

Tony’s gaze fell to your cleavage exposed through your silk robe before trailing back up to your face. He smiled again, leaning in and giving you a slow kiss. You were tense but tried to force yourself to relax.

“Impress me,” Tony winked before pulling away to go pour himself some coffee.

“Where’s Steve?”  you asked, your curiosity getting the better of you as you moved the spices around now.

“Busy wooing his wife. He took her on a trip,” Tony answered you honestly.

So, the trip he had mentioned to your grandma had not been a lie. You were just not invited. That made you even more upset with him if possible. You made a disgruntled noise as Tony poured his coffee.

“Well, I’m gonna wanna grill these upstairs tonight. So, when are you going to be home or can one of the guys take me up to the roof to do so?”

Tony took a drink of his coffee and shrugged. “If you’re actually going to make me dinner, I’ll be home whenever you tell me to.”

“Seven then.”

He winked again, “Seven it is” before he turned, taking his coffee back down the hallway. “I’m gonna lay in bed and watch the news.”

You watched him leave, your eyes narrowing. He was acting normal… like nothing had happened. That set you on edge, but you decided it was better to play along with it. Maybe he was really trying to make amends.

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The following evening, you heard the bathroom door open as you were showering, and saw Tony enter. The shower was an open one, only a pane of glass on half, the opening walk in. The glass pane was fogged up but you could still see him as he began to strip as soon as the door was closed behind him. You walked over to the opening, running your hands through your wet hair to greet him but you stepped back seeing the blood on his shirt as he took it off.

He noticed you were staring, and he shrugged the shirt off, tossing it onto the ground.

“That was a long time coming for that complete waste of space,” Tony told you, sounding unperturbed. He offered, “Would it make you feel better if I washed my hands first before getting in?”

“Yes,” you said warily.

He shrugged and turned towards the sink, turning the water on. You watched his back muscles work as he scrubbed at his hands, washing them not twice but three times for you. Your eyes fell to the shirt again, taking in the blood splattered across it.

“I’m gonna burn it, don’t worry,” he told you catching your attention again as he wiped his hands on his trousers to dry them. Those went off next and he kicked off his socks. He must have left his shoes at the door. He gestured at you to move back and you did, allowing him access into he shower. He hissed against the water temperature and said, “Do you like to feel like you’re in hell?”

He pressed flush against you, his gaze burning into yours as he reached behind you to adjust the water temperature.

“That’s better. Jesus,” he muttered, lingering against you. “It was like you were trying to melt away.”

“I like it hot,” you retorted.

“Me too,” he chuckled, leaning down and kissing you. “Just in different ways.”

You rolled your eyes and turned away from him, but his arms wrapped around you, pulling you back to his chest.

“You were made to be worshipped,” Tony husked, his lips trailing along your shoulder, ending at your neck. His hands ran up between your breasts, cupping them tightly. He squeezed at your nipples as he sucked at your neck.

How hands that had murdered someone were so compassionate with you was beyond you.

“Tony, I need to condition my hair—” you started to argue, trying to free yourself from his grasp.

“You have dry conditioner. And don’t lie to me, I’ve seen it in the cupboard above the sink,” he argued back, his hand slipping down to your sex, his fingers pressing past your folds. “And if it’s that important, you can finish cleaning up after. I know I’m going to have to.”

Knowing he was not going to relent, you yielded to his touch, falling back into his embrace. He hummed in approval, his fingers diving deeper, squeezing at your clit gently. You pressed back against his pelvis and he chuckled, his lips trailing soft kisses up your shoulder. He played with your sex, dragging his fingers up and down, working you up.

“Gotta get you good and wet for me, right, baby?” You nodded in approval and he laughed, nipping at your neck, his other hand taut around your throat. “But not too much. I want that pretty pussy clenching around my cock, not my fingers.”

Tony shut the water off. “Don’t need any slipping hazards here.”

Pressing back, you presented to him, hating giving into your desire so soon, but also wanting the release he had started to press you towards. Tony let out a throaty chuckle, his hand trailing up your ass before he smacked, causing you to gasp. He smacked again and you let out another noise. “You’re so adorable, love.”

His cock dragged up your ass, pressing your cheeks against his cock. He slid up and down, exhaling shakily. “How are you so perfect?” he breathed, his hand coming back up to snake around your neck, the other at your hip.

He entered slowly and you breathed steadily as his hand flexed on your neck as his cock slid deeper. He was fully seated inside you and you shuddered, dipping your head. You clenched around him, trying to will him to move but he ignored it. He was still, holding you in place as you held him inside you.

“You like that? Being full of my cock?” he husked, his hand tightening on your hip. You nodded fervently, just wanting him to move, to do anything. His chest pressed against your back and his lips brushed your ear, “Say it.”

“Yes, I love it. Tony, Jesus, please just fuck me!”

He let out a laugh before he pulled out, his head almost leaving you before he slammed back in, jolting you against the wall. Your fingers dug into the tile as he drove up into you repeatedly with all his force. You were not quiet, falling into the rhythm of him thrusting into you and feeling his cock brush your g spot. You adjusted your hips trying to get him to hit it more and he laughed, getting the gist of what you were doing.

“Oh baby, you know the best angle for that is you face down.”

In a fluid motion, his hand fell from your throat and he pulled out of you. You whined in disapproval.

“Don’t be disappointed yet, love,” he told you, his hand coming to your shoulder and forcing you to your knees. “Get that ass up for me.”

You immediately did as he asked, and you felt him prodding at your entrance before he slipped back in. You cried out as he hit you full on and he groaned in approval hearing your praise. His hands were gripping your hips as he plummeted, impaling you against the tile of the bed of the shower. He was unrelenting, as if he was letting out the last week’s of pent up lust right into you. And you were relishing in it, racing.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you gasped feeling yourself spiraling quick.

“Come for me, baby,” Tony demanded, his hip snapping quicker.

That was all the permission you needed. You did as he ordered, your walls constricting and animalistic cries leaving your lips. Tony growled in approval, his thrusts becoming shallow. And he released, holding up your limp frame as he emptied inside you.

His grip laxed and you collapsed further into the tile, still trying to bring your own heart rate down.

“Shit,” he breathed after a minute, fully pulling away, leaving his cum dripping out of you. He stood up, stretching his body out.

You followed his lead and he helped you get to steady grounding. His nose nuzzled into your neck again and he walked with you towards the front of the shower, you letting him guide you. He pulled the handle, turning the water back on, thankfully at a reasonable temperature.

“Let’s clean ourselves up,” he murmured, kissing at your cheek, still holding you tight.

Tony pulled you back into the line of water, still holding you close. He reached behind him, grabbing the bar soap and he foamed his hands in front of you with the soap before placing it back. His hands ran up and down your frame, cupping and dipping, lathering you up. You relaxed, letting him clean you. His hands snaked between your legs and he cleaned himself from between your thighs.

Turning around, you looked up at him and he smiled, his hands coming around to massage at your ass. The water dripped around you, cleansing the soap from your frame. He rinsed his hands of the soap.

He broke the silence by saying, “The trip got moved up. We’re going to leave tomorrow.”

“Excuse me?” you asked confused.

He wiped at the water running down his face and said, “The trip. The one Steve told you about at your grandma’s – sorry, I know, still a sore subject. But the one planned for you.”

“But… he’s on a trip. Without me.”

Tony cocked an eyebrow and asked, “Yeah, he is. Which is why you’re coming with me on mine. Just to keep an eye on you and all, love.” He did not trust to leave you here by yourself apparently. So, not only were you not allowed to have your key again, you could not spend copious amounts of time here alone if they were not in the city. He grabbed the soap and lathered up his hands again, for himself now you guessed. “It’s gonna be four days. Although, about 26 hours will be spent on a plane. But Monaco.”

“Monaco…?”

Washing his chest, Tony nodded. “Mhmm.”

“Where is that?”

“Oh, southside of France. Little country.”

“For what?”

“That’s not anything you have to worry your pretty little head about,” Tony purred, his lips meeting yours again sensually. He pulled away and started washing himself down. “When we get back though, I will be going on another trip but that’s with the kids. So, you’ll stay here but Steve will be back by then. And I’ll tell him to be nice to you like he should be. He’ll behave himself, trust me, love.”

He winked at you before adjusting the shower head to aim more towards his body.

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You walked through the bar, Tony stopping you to pause at the camera. “Smile, baby,” he ordered you through his teeth and you did as he asked, trying to be natural. He guided you along further and whispered, “Well, that’s not going to make the missus happy. But, I should have assumed paparazzi would be here. I mean it is a highly publicized race.” Your eyes moved to the windows, looking out over the racetrack. “I did come here to speak business though.”

Since you had arrived in France, it had been getting off Tony’s plane, into a car, driving here, and sleeping. When you had been roused, it was to get ready and get yourself preened for this event. Tony had given you a bodycon red dress to put on for the event and he had winked at you when he said it was his color.

He brought you to the bar and his hand was flat against your hip, holding you to his side.

“Mimosa?” he asked quietly. “It is only 10:30 and that won’t draw too many suspicions.”

You met his gaze and said, “Vodka.”

His face broke into a smile and he chuckled, “That’s my girl” as the bartender came in front of him. “A screwdriver for my lovely date here and bourbon straight.”

When the two of you turned around, there was a man standing there with two men behind him.

“Laurie, I didn’t expect to see you but what a wonderful surprise,” Tony said politely, not being one to be caught off guard so easily. “You do have a racer today though, do you not? What a coincidence, so do I.”

The man he addressed, Laurie, shot a look at you before meeting Tony’s eyes again. He said something in French to Tony that you could not understand. They had a small conversation that got tighter the longer it went on and you were growing uncomfortable with each passing second with the growing tension. You took a long drink of your screwdriver.

Laurie’s eyes ran over you again lewdly and he said something to Tony that had Tony smile but there was no humor in his eyes. His fingers held tighter at your hip at it. His tone was frigid when he responded, “Vous pouvez parier que je ne perdrai pas car c’est mon jouet préféré.” (You can bet I won’t lose because its my favorite toy)

In response to Tony’s cold response, Laurie’s lips stretched across his lips in a challenging smile.

Turning his gaze back to you, Laurie said, in English, “You should hope Stark wins.”

Shooting Tony a dangerous look, he snapped his fingers at the men behind him before walking off, them following him.

Tony let out an annoyed breath and took a long drink of his bourbon, smacking his lips. “Fucking prick,” he muttered.

“Something wrong?”

“No. Nothing. Rival boss. He owns Blanchet Industries.”

“You’re lying. Something went wrong,” you accused him.

Tony turned his head to look at you and you stared back expectantly. He could not lie to you about that, it was plain as day something had transpired.

Seeing your defiance, he shrugged. “He’s mad I’m meeting with the man I am meeting with later. And he wanted to bet on the race.”

“Okay?”

“It’s not a big deal, love,” he said. “I’ll win. I’ll make sure of it.”

You did not like the sound of that but you followed his lead as he began to walk. He took a long drink of his bourbon again. The two of you approached a table with three people you had not seen before. You looked over your shoulder, not seeing any of Tony’s men in the room anymore. They had left the two of you at the door; were you to be that protected in this room? You felt some relief though the moment you saw Daryl coming through the crowd towards the table.

Pulling one of the chairs out from the table, Tony gestured for you to sit, tapping your ass.

“Nice of you to finally show up,” one of the men said, sitting rigid in his chair.

“Nice to see you too, Rhodey,” Tony responded as you sat down. He pushed your chair in and finished off his bourbon before placing it on the table. “I need to use the restroom. Love, this is Rhodey, Pepper, and Happy. Just sit tight with them. I’ll be back before you know it.”

He kissed the top of your head and strode off before you could even get a word out. Gaping like a fish, you watched him walk off. You felt the air shift beside you and Daryl was sitting down at the table.

“Daryl,” the other man – Happy, you assumed – greeted him.

“Happy,” he said in return.

You looked around the table and found Rhodey was the only one giving you a friendly smile out of the three. You settled back into the chair, putting your clutch on the table. You took another deep drink of your screwdriver.

“How are you enjoying Monaco?” Rhodey asked you, trying to make small talk. You leaned into it, trying to find some comfortability about being thrust at this table with people you did not know.

And it went well enough until Pepper gasped from across the table, leaning onto it. You followed her gaze to the TV, seeing Tony was on the TV. Your eyes bugged seeing he was in a racing suit. He had not told you he was going to be racing and you watched in shock as the roster flew up on the screen and the original driver’s name was replaced with his.

“Did he tell you he was going to do this?” Pepper demanded at Daryl.

Daryl shook his head, “No, ma’am.”

On the TV, Tony was telling the interviewers, “What’s the use of having and owning a race car… if you don’t drive it?”

“I’m gonna kill him.” Pepper breathed from across the table. “If he doesn’t kill himself, I’m going to kill him.”

You sat there in shock watching him getting geared up and into the racecar. Spotting a waiter, you reached out, stopping their movement. “Um, can I get shots for the table? Two for me, actually.” The waiter nodded and walked off. You looked back at everyone and saw their expressions. “What? He drives me insane too. Just let me handle it the way I do best.”

You looked back at the TV seeing him pull away from the pit stop.

Laurie’s words from just a handful of minutes before came back to you.

You should hope Stark wins.

Your fingers were digging into the back of your chair as you were glued to the screen. You only turned away when the shots came back and you rifled one down your throat. Your knuckles were pale the whole race, your hands gripping the chair. You only relaxed when you saw him come in third, two cars before Blanchet Industries’ car.

Tony hopped out of his car, waving at the cameras, looking triumphant. You turned back to the table and took the other shot. You noticed everyone else’s original shot glasses were empty too and at least you had done them that solid of giving them some liquid relaxation even if they had not taken the shots with you.

When he came back up to the table, he was back in his suit.

Pepper hopped from the table and got in his face, hissing at him, pushing him away from the table, and he was talking quietly back to her. The two of them were suspended in argument and you watched curiously.

Daryl leaned over and said, “She’s CEO now of Stark Industries. She’s gonna have to do some PR on this.”

Tony did not seem to calm her down, but he found an avenue to get out of the conversation which looked like basically just walking out of it. He came over to your chair and said, “Come on, Y/N. We have a private pool back at the villa. I need to relax. I got pretty tense during that race.”

Stumbling out of the chair because he was pulling you, you steadied yourself, throwing a look back at Daryl who shrugged as he got out of the car to follow the two of you. You matched Tony’s stride, moving past the paparazzi.

Out on the patio, you demanded, “You really threw everyone off guard and for what? Why did you have to win so badly? Why did you race?”

“Because he wanted to win you if I lost,” Tony responded out of the corner of his mouth as you walked down the stairs.

You stopped, causing him to stumble for once. He turned back to look at you as it clicked he had put your ass on the line because of his fucking ego? He could have told the guy to fuck off but he had accepted that bet? And then just raced?

Scoffing, you pushed away from his side, glaring up at him, rage tearing up inside you.

Tony’s expression melted to vexation, knowing the contempt rising up in you, “Y/N, sweetheart…”

“You’re an asshole!” you snapped at him before turning sharply and storming away from him towards the car where Terrence was waiting.

~~~

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“the president and the troublemaker” (part 13) (chilumi fic)

“Lumine is the student council president and Childe is the school’s number one troublemaker. They cross paths more than they’d like. Especially when Childe finds out Lumine’s big secret. Highschool AU à la Kaichou wa Maid-sama.”

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the president and the troublemaker (part 13)

“I’m a professional fighter,” Lumine said to Venti. 

Venti stared at her for a long second, before slowly raising one of his brows. “What are you talking about, LuLu?” 

She bit her lip. “You know, like the UFC. That’s my job. I’m a MMA fighter.” 

Again, Venti stared at her, then glanced between her and the unconscious men on the floor. 

Lumine braced herself for him to laugh, to ridicule her, or even shy away in fear—how terrifying it was that she was powerful enough to do all that and even more. He would be disappointed, a bright student like her getting involved with the activities of delinquents. 

“That’s…,” Venti started. Then, he went to Lumine, grabbing her hands, eyes bright. “So cool!”

Lumine looked at him, silent with shock. 

“Wow, I would have never guessed!” he went on. “But I should have known. You’ve always been so strong.” 

“So you’re not...disappointed?” she asked. 

“Of course not. I would never be disappointed in you,” he said, giving her a soft smile. 

Lumine’s eyes stung. From relief? From gratefulness? “Thank you, Venti.” 

His smile widened. “Just wait until everyone at school hears about this! They’re gonna think you’re so cool, and you’re gonna get so popular, and—”

Lumine pulled her hand away from his, a trembling panic overtaking her nerves. “Venti, no one can find out about this,” she blurted. 

His brows furrowed. “Why not? You should be proud of what you do.”

Lumine stood in silence, ruminating. Proud of what I do? 

Venti started reaching out towards her when there was an audible THUMP from the ground. 

Childe stood from where he had hit one of the men on the floor. “He was waking up,” he said after taking in Venti and Lumine’s worried looks. “We should leave now.” 

Lumine let her gaze linger on Venti—his brows furrowed from either confusion or frustration or both—before turning to Childe. 

“Yeah…let’s go back the way we came and try to backtrack,” she suggested. She and Childe started to make their way back.

Venti didn’t budge. “How does Childe know?” 

“What?” Lumine answered. 

“You said you don’t want anyone to know.” His teal green eyes narrowed, ever so slightly, at Childe. “So he’s an exception?” 

“He found out on his own,” Lumine said. Why is he doing this right now? We need to go—

“And I’m her coach,” Childe said, crossing his arms. There was the tiniest curve of a smile on his lips.

Venti let out a meek laugh. “He’s your coach? So do you spend a lot of time together?” 

She threw a glare at Childe. “Yes—Well, I don’t know. I guess.” She shook her head. “This isn’t the time to be talking about this. Let’s go.” She marched off without another word.

As she walked back the direction they came from, she heard the two boys footsteps behind her. She kept her pace up, however, not wanting to speak to either of them at the moment. Any time either of them entered her peripheral vision, she sped up away from them. Stupid boys and their stupid jealously. 

Eventually, after trying to navigate the twists and turns of the alleyways, the group had somehow ended up in a completely new location. 

Lumine first noticed when the scent of salty sea waves hit her nose. Then, was the shuddering of ocean waves lapping against the shore line, and the groaning of metal ships floating in the water.

“Looks like we’re at a dock,” Childe remarked. 

“How did we even get here?” Venti wondered. 

Lumine rubbed at her forehead. “How do we get out?”

The three of them stood silently, thinking, watching as a group of fishermen unloaded from a large docked ship, and funneled into a nearby building—tall and silvery sleek. 

Childe murmured something to himself before heading towards the building himself. “Follow me,” he said to Lumine and Venti. 

The two shared a questioning look, before following Childe forward. 

They all entered the building, finding themselves in a large lobby, business men and women scooting past. Childe instructed Venti and Lumine to wait in the corner as he went alone to approach the receptionist. 

Lumine watched curiously as the receptionist looked at Childe, a mix of wary and annoyance. Childe started saying something to the lady, his face lifted in confidence. The longer he went on, the receptionist’s expression shifted to disbelief, slowly picking up the telephone and making a call. 

The receptionist kept her eyes on Childe while talking on the phone, with Childe smiling right back at her. As the phone call went on, her face stretched into shock, eventually handing the phone right to Childe with wide eyes. 

Lumine furrowed her brows as Childe took the phone, turning away so she no longer saw his face. What in the world is he doing?

When he finished his conversation, Childe turned back to the receptionist, but kept hold on the phone. He gestured to Lumine, and after a nod from the receptionist, he waved her over. 

Lumine awkwardly walked up to the desk, ignoring Venti’s whispered questions behind her. Upon reaching Childe, he held out the phone to her. 

“All yours,” he said. There was something in his expression Lumine hadn’t quite seen before—a sheepishness of sorts, a humbled look that didn’t seem possible for him. 

She hesitantly took the phone, eyes looking to the receptionist who placed the receiver towards her with a smile—much different than her initial standoffish disposition. 

Lumine looked down at the keypad, her fingers already pressing the only number she could remember in the moment. The phone barely rang once before someone immediately picked up.

“Hello?” Aether’s panicked voice crackled on the other end. 

Lumine let out a shaky sigh of relief. “Aether, it’s me—”

“LUMINE!” he interrupted. “Are you okay? Where are you?” 

The slew of Aether’s worried questions bombarded her ear, and she almost laughed. “I’m fine,” she enunciated over his questioning. “I’m safe here with Childe. And Venti.”

“God, you two…,” Aether murmured. “Where are you?”

“Where are we?” Lumine repeated, looking up at the receptionist. The lady quickly pulled out a business card, the address of the building clearly printed; Lumine repeated the address to Aether. “We wound up here because I chased after some asshole who stole all our stuff.” 

There was shuffling on Aether’s end, and she heard him talking to someone in the background. The line crinkled as he returned to the phone. “Okay, I just told Miss Ninguang,” he said. “She wants to talk to you.” 

Lumine swallowed the lump in her throat. The school principal. Oh, I’m definitely in trouble… 

“Miss Lumine?” Ninguang asked. 

“Yes, hello, Miss Ninguang,” Lumine answered. “I am so sorry for the inconvenience; I—”

“Please, do not worry yourself,” Ninguang said, her voice reassuringly mellow. “I am just glad to hear you and your friends are safe.” A chuckle. “We were really quite besides ourselves at your disappearance.” 

Lumine nearly cried in relief. “We-We’re not in trouble?”

“Of course not,” the principal said. “We just want to make sure to get you back safely.” 

“Thank you. Thank you, Miss Ninguang.” 

There was a pause, and Lumine could imagine Ninguang’s small smile. “Now, for the safety of everyone, we’ll meet back up in the morning. For now, it would be best for everyone to rest for the night.”

The night? Lumine glanced out of the large office windows, and blinked at the darkened sky in disbelief. Have we really been lost that long?! 

“From the address Aether gave me, there should be an inn within walking distance from where the three of you are. Stay there for the night, and we will be there to pick you up in the morning.” 

“Stay in the inn for the night? Miss Ninguang, I’m so sorry, but all of our money was stolen—”

“Do not worry. We will call them and make the reservation for you. Please, just rest up. I am sure it has been a stressful day for you.” 

“Th-Thank you, Miss Ninguang.” 

“I trust you. Stay safe.” Then, the line clicked off. 

Lumine slowly handed the phone back to the receptionist, legs shaky from the relief flooding her body. Finally, the light at the end of the tunnel… 

“Well?” Childe asked. “What’s the plan?”

Lumine relayed the information about the nearby inn. 

“Will you be needing a car ride there, Mister Ajax?” the receptionist asked Childe. 

Lumine’s eyes flashed to him. Ajax?

“No, thank you,” he quickly said. “We’d better get going now.” He sauntered away from the desk.

Lumine jogged up to him. “Ajax?” she questioned. 

She saw his body lock up. “It’s nothing,” he said.

A scoff. “Obviously not. How did you—”

“What’s going on?” Venti asked, skipping over to them. He looked over at the receptionist desk. “What was that all about?”   

“We’ve got rooms at a nearby inn thanks to Lady Ninguang,” Childe said. “Let’s get there quickly before the night gets even darker.” He rushed out of the building. 

Venti shot Lumine a confused look. “Uh, what’s wrong with him?”

“Who knows?” Lumine muttered. 

Childe had always been very straightforward with her, rarely hiding any secrets. 

So why was he hiding something now?

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The inn—Wangshu Inn—was a quaint wooden building lit up with glowing lanterns and paintings plastered along the walls. The lobby and outdoor restaurant had a few groups strewn about, a diverse grouping of travelers. Thankfully, Lumine, Childe, and Venti didn’t look too out of place. 

The three approached the lady at the front desk, a woman named Verr Goldet, with Lumine asking about their reservation. 

“Yes, we just received that phone call about your situation,” she said kindly. “We have the last two rooms ready for you.” 

“Oh,” Lumine uttered. She had assumed there would be three rooms, one for each of them. “I guess Venti and Childe can share a room—”

“I am not sharing a room with him,” Childe said. 

“Ehe, I wasn’t going to say anything, but I will not be sharing a room with the likes of him either,” Venti retorted. 

“Oh, I am so sorry,” Verr Goldet interrupted. “I didn’t realize there are three of you! The last two rooms are single bed only.” 

Lumine’s jaw barely had time to drop before Venti was pulling on her arm. “Let’s have a sleepover like when we were younger, LuLu! We can build forts, watch movies—”

Childe’s hand slid down Lumine’s arm, shoving’s Venti’s hands away. “The only way that’s happening is in your dreams, buddy.”

Lumine shrugged off both of the boys, leaning in towards Verr Goldet. “There are absolutely no other rooms available?” Any combination of the three of them would surely result in a dead body in the morning. 

Verr Goldet started typing away at her computer. “I’ll double check for you!” 

The sound of Childe and Venti hissing insults at each other made Lumine snap around. “Just. Go to the rooms. I will figure where I’m staying for the night. Alone,” she said definitively, pulling the two keys off the counter and holding them out in front of her. 

There was a pause as the two of them stared at the keys. Childe was the first to grab one. 

“Guess this is goodnight then,” he said. He pressed a swift kiss to Lumine’s forehead. “I’ll see you in the morning, Lumi.” Just as quickly, he left, disappearing into the elevator, leaving Lumine’s forehead (along with the rest of her face) to melt with boiling heat. 

Before she had time to process that, Venti’s cheeks puffed, and he planted a kiss on the side of Lumine’s face. “Goodnight, LuLu. If you still want to pig out on junk food, you know where to find me,” he said, jingling his room key. He quickly disappeared into the elevator as well.

Stupid boys. Stupid boys. Stupid boys. Lumine’s mind buzzed. And who was causing this sensation? 

“I am so sorry, ma’am,” Verr Goldet said, bringing Lumine back to reality. “On such short notice we truly gave you the last two rooms.” She clicked around on the computer a little more. “I can find another inn for you to stay at if you’d like.”

Lumine took a deep breath in. Her body was already feeling weighty with fatigue, and she didn’t want to complicate the situation even more. “No, that’s alright. I’ll just...stay in one of the rooms.” 

Verr Goldet nodded. “Which room would you like a key to?”

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Standing outside the door, Lumine suddenly felt a pang of anxiety burn in her gut. Was she really about to do this? Was it a completely idiotic choice of hers? It wasn’t too late: she could turn right back around and take Verr Goldet’s offer of staying at a separate inn. 

But it wasn’t like she could avoid this choice forever, lest the two boys kept fighting for eternity.

And this was the right choice. She knew it in her heart, no matter how much pain it would cause the other one. She cared for them both, deeply. But in different ways. One as a good friend, the other...something more. 

She started to push the key into the lock, but stopped herself as images of her walking in someone changing brought blood rushing to her head. 

She cleared her throat and knocked on the door instead. 

Seconds passed, and Lumine’s heartbeat picked up, just a bit. Was it anticipation? 

The door opened, and Childe stood there, fully clothed, thankfully. 

He stared at her in silence, as if in disbelief, not sure if she was really there. 

“Move,” was all Lumine could say, feeling heat creep up her spine.

He blinked, and stood to the side, still silent. Lumine stepped through the doorway, moving her way to the corner of the room, and plopping herself on the armchair. Wordlessly, she yanked a blanket from the bed, and wrapped herself in it, then closing her eyes. 

Maybe neither of them would speak. Maybe it would make the situation more bearable. Childe, please, don’t say anything—

“Take the bed,” he said, pulling the blanket off of her. “I’m not having you sleep in an armchair for the night.” 

She tried pulling the blanket back. “It’s fine. You take the bed.” 

A tsk. “Why are you always so difficult?” 

“I am not diff—”

Childe picked her up from the waist, tossing her on the bed. Then he tossed the blanket on top of her. “There. Just sleep now.” 

Her chest fluttered as her breath shortened under the blanket. “And you say I’m the difficult one,” she grumbled. She kept the blanket over her face for as long as she could, not wanting to make eye contact with Childe. 

After a while, she peeled it off for air, and couldn’t help but glance over to the armchair where Childe was sitting, eyes closed. It was obvious he was uncomfortable, his lanky legs crossed awkwardly, and his neck looking oddly stiff. 

Lumine let out a disgruntled groan, and turned on her side so her back was to Childe. “Sleep in the bed before you break your neck in your sleep,” she said. “Just...stay on your side.” 

A long pause. Lumine thought he had fallen asleep. 

“Are you sure about that, Lumi?” he asked. 

“Do it before I change my mind and make you sleep in the bathtub instead.” 

He chuckled lightly. The bed weighed down as he climbed on. Lumine glanced over her shoulder, finding Childe’s back turned to her. 

“I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to do, Lumi,” he said, as if sensing her eyes on his back. 

She quickly turned her head back, heat flushing into her cheeks. “Good. Because I’d beat you up.”

“I know you would.” 

They laid there in silence, in the dark for a while, backs to each other. 

Lumine couldn’t fall asleep. And she was sure Childe couldn’t either. 

“Why’d that lady call you Ajax?” Lumine asked quietly. 

“Curious about me? I’m flattered.” 

“Nevermind. Goodnight.” 

“It’s my birth name,” he said. “And that place is actually owned by my father.” 

Images of his luxurious mansion flashed in Lumine’s mind. 

“That entire dock, actually, is mostly his. He, uh, runs a very big fishing company. Very famous. Very rich.” 

“Oh,” was all Lumine could utter. That amount of wealth was something she could only dream about. “And you don’t tell anyone because...?”

“We all have our secrets, don’t we, Pres?” he reminded. “People are greedy. If anyone truly knew who I was, all I’d ever be used for is my money.” 

“That’s...very true,” she responded. How...sad. “Is there a reason why you’re not at some big fancy boarding school then?” 

Childe laughed. “Can you imagine me in that kind of environment? I’m not interested in that at all.” 

The bed shifted as Childe moved around. Lumine glanced over her shoulder again, finding Childe laying on his back, eyes open and staring at the ceiling.

“Besides,” he continued. “If I had gone to one of those schools, I wouldn’t have met you.”

Lumine turned onto her back as well. “You would’ve met me anyways,” she murmured. “You ran into me at the arena, remember?” 

“You think so?”

“Our paths would’ve crossed eventually...right?” 

A beat of silence. Fluttering of breaths. 

“Do you regret meeting me?” 

Something about his words, the way he said them, made Lumine’s entire body seize up. It was almost the quietest she had ever heard Childe speak, the tiniest tinge of fear, like his heart had hissed it out before he even really knew what he was saying. 

“No,” she answered, just as quiet, her heart responding to his. 

Another slight pause. Then a small exhale from Childe, breath lilting in a soft laugh. 

“You know. It’s been quite a lonely existence. Before you,” he said. 

Lumine looked over at him. His hand was resting on his chest—right where that huge scar was. 

It was rare to see him so vulnerable, and her to be just as such. Her past self wouldn’t have been able to fathom this happening with Childe of all people.

But just like she said, she didn’t regret it. 

He understood her, better than herself sometimes. And there wasn’t anyone in Childe’s life who came close to knowing who he really was. They both wore facades of sorts, but not around each other. Not anymore. 

Her hand started reaching out without thought. It was the right thing to do, to comfort him, to connect with him. 

Lumine’s hand sat atop Childe’s. “You’re not so lonely anymore, right?”

She felt his hand flex under hers, hesitant. Then, he relaxed, and his fingers intertwined with hers. “Of course not.” 

The warmth from their hold sparked something in her. The warmth of a promise she had made.

She finally turned onto her side, completely facing him. “Did I do it?” Her amber eyes met with his. “Did I save you?” 

He stared at her, gaze lost in gaze. He smiled, small, but real, genuine, from the heart. “Yes.” He brought her hand to his lips, lips brushing over her knuckles. “You saved me, Lumine.” 

She stared at him, wide-eyed with anticipation, heart beating in a frenzy. She swore her chest was going to burst. 

“I love you,” she said. 

…

Childe was frozen, speechless for once.

He’s surprised. He was never surprised. He was always so calm and collected. 

Should I have even said it? No, she had to. She was going to explode otherwise.

“Lumi, are you serious—”

“Yes, I’m serious. I can’t explain it; I just do and I know it sounds crazy, but you—”

He pulled her close and kissed her. 

He kissed her, and this time, she kissed him back. 

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[part 14]

#genshin impact #genshin childe #genshin lumine #chilumi #fanfiction #fanfic #me #childe x lumine

[theweasleysredhair]

Eiffel Over [F.W.] [G.W.]

Characters: Fred Weasley, George Weasley

Word Count: 1600

Requested?: Yes/No(t exactly)

Summary: You take Fred and George to Paris and regret every decision you ever made that lead up to this point.

A/n: people keep asking me to write a fic where the twins take you to paris... this is for everyone who has ever imagined that!! enjoy! (please don’t hate me after reading this fic. please.)

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PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY WORK! REBLOGS ARE ABSOLUTELY FINE! <3

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“I can’t believe we were just flying,” Fred looked over his shoulder at the plane you had just departed, his mouth dropping slightly as he took in the sight.

“You literally played Quidditch at Hogwarts, and your dad had an enchanted car that you stole and drove. How are you so confused over flying?” You replied with an amused shake of your head.

“Because it flies without magic,” Fred said as if it were obvious.

“And it’s got wings,” George added. Fred nodded enthusiastically, “Like a bird.”

You shook your head, “Whatever you guys say. Now come on, we need to grab our suitcases!”

In hindsight, you should’ve assumed that taking the twins to Paris the muggle way would’ve caused chaos and many many questions. But in your defence, you did not expect to turn back from grabbing your suitcase off the conveyor belt to said two grown men sitting on the carousel and riding around on it, handing out the cases to the wrong people.

You sighed, much like a parent whose toddler had drawn on a wall in felt-tip and proudly showcased this fact to them.

Waiting until the conveyor brought the twins back to you, you grabbed each of them by the shirt collar and yanked them off (with a little difficulty, and a lot of strange looks).

“I can’t take you both anywhere,” you pinched the bridge of your nose and lazily gestured to two familiar cases that were making their way towards you, the twins leaning over to grab them.

“Were we not supposed to do that?” George asked innocently, though the look he shared with Fred told you they knew they were not.

“Did you see anyone else doing what you two were?”

“Well no, but we assumed everyone was just being boring,” Fred replied as he followed you out of the airport.

“To be fair, they were being boring, stood around like that. At least we gave them free entertainment,” George added with a shrug of his shoulders.

The taxi ride to the hotel went by quickly and, thankfully, with little to no embarrassment to yourself.

You managed to check in to the hotel when you arrived and get the twins to their room without much more of a hassle, besides Fred yelling out, “Au revoir monsieur! Oui oui baguette!” at the receptionist as the lift doors shut, prompting you to scold him, even if the bemused look on the receptionist’s face made you want to laugh.

“I’m going to settle into my room, sort out my clothes and freshen up. And then we can visit the Eiffel Tower. How does that sound?” You asked, receiving nods of affirmation.

You let yourself into your own room and smiled at the peace and quiet - which was quickly interrupted by a loud banging next door, followed by loud laughter.

You knew you should’ve asked for a room on the opposite side of the hotel to the twins.

It didn’t take long for you to sort out your belongings, flicking on the tv for some background noise as your eyes scoured a map of France, deciding on the best route to the Eiffel Tower. You’d purposely picked a hotel within walking distance, and with it being noon, you had plenty of time to make a day out of the trip.

Hearing more laughter, you decided that they’d had enough time to destroy their hotel room, and grabbed your card key and bag before exiting your own room.

You knocked on their door, hearing an exasperated, “Fred, this is permanent ink!” and bracing yourself for what Fred had used the ink for. To draw on the walls? To write on the table? To-

The door opened and your mouth dropped, “Did you... did you draw a moustache?”

Fred stood proudly in the doorway, an uneven, curly moustache drawn above his upper lip, round glasses - reminiscent of Harry Potter’s - around his eyes, George barely being able to breathe through his laughter behind him.

“I did! Do you like it? It’s a proper French moustache!”

“I can’t believe I’m going to be walking around France with you looking like that,” you stated, only being able to shake your head at him.

“Should’ve seen him panic when he couldn’t get it off,” George chortled, earning a glare from his twin.

“On the bright side, look what we can do!” Fred stepped inside the doorway to the left, George rushing to the right so you couldn’t see them anymore. Then all of a sudden-

“Ouiiiiiiii,” Fred yelled as he moved from the left side of the doorway to the right. “Ouiiiiiiii,” George copied the same movement, just in the opposite direction to what his twin did previously.

And then suddenly they moved back and forth, taking it in turns, yelling out “Ouiiiiiiii!!” whilst all you could do is stand and watch in half shock half confusion.

After a minute or so, both twins stopped as if they hadn’t been doing anything and stepped out of their room, closing the door behind them.

“We’re ready to go now.”

“I don’t know what just happened but I don’t want to ask,” you shook your head, before turning to head down the hallway, gesturing for them to follow you.

It felt later than nearly 1pm to you, with everything that had happened already. You also kept forgetting that Fred had marker pen on his face, and was receiving yet more strange looks from passers by as you began the short walk towards the Eiffel Tower.

“Can we stop at this shop?” George asked, gesturing to a tourist-y type gift shop. You nodded, “Sure, why not. I’ll wait here for you, just be quick, okay?”

The twins disappeared into the shop, emerging maybe ten minutes later sporting matching grins and berets, their ginger hair peaking out either side. Stifling a laugh, you pointed at them, “What on earth-“

“We’re fitting in, Y/n, duh,” George rolled his eyes at you with a shake of his head. “We’re simply showing our fellow Frenchmen that we too, are French,” Fred added, before looking around at the crowds of people passing you by on the pavement.

“Excuse me, sir! Bonjour! Je m’appelle Fredrique, oui oui! Baguette, beret!” He suddenly called out to a middle aged man who happened to be walking by with his dog. He took one glance at Fred and hurried on faster, which you didn’t blame him for.

A pair of 6’3 ginger twins wearing brightly coloured berets and holding baguettes under their armpits, one of which with permanent ink covering his face? Yeah, you figured you’d hurry on by too.

“We’re never going to get to the Eiffel Tower if you two don’t behave. Come on, stop bothering these people!” You grabbed an arm of each of them and pulled them along with you in the direction of the tower.

It didn’t take long for the twins to get distracted again, this time by a gentleman who was stood by the side of the road with a hat in front of him holding change and spare notes.

“Why is he standing so still?” Fred asked, confused.

George nodded at his twin’s question, “And why does he have a moustache like Fred’s?”

“He’s called a mime,” you explained, watching as a young boy stepped over to the hat and dropped a couple of pennies into it. The mime immediately came to life, making the twins jump, pretending to be stuck in a box.

“But he’s not in a box,” Fred frowned, tilting his head to see if the mime was somehow in some kind of invisible contraption.

You shook your head with a smile, “That’s the point, Fred. He is a mime, he mimes different scenarios, one of which being him stuck in a box.”

As soon as you had told the twins this, they decided it was the best thing they’d ever heard, and pretended to be stuck in their own boxes for a solid few minutes, until you swiftly moved them on, dropping some spare coins you had in your pocket from purchasing a magazine at the airport for your flight into the hat. The mime tilted his hat off to you and then you were back on your way to the Eiffel Tower.

As you got closer to the Tower, you hoped you’d be able to make it to the queue without any more distractions from the twins, figuring they couldn’t possibly cause much more trouble... could they?

Alas, as you heard a small scream, and a clash from behind you, you turned around, your eyes widening as you realised Fred had been too busy looking up at the Tower to notice a row of bikes, that he’d very kindly now knocked over, he himself being sent to the floor.

“Fred! Are you okay? Are you hurt?” You crouched down to his level where he was laying on the concrete.

He groaned, sitting up and pulling a knee to his chest, before looking at you and then up at George, “I can’t believe it. Eiffel over.”

The concern dropped from your face as you stared at him with no emotion, George rolling his eyes at the pun, though a smile was tugging the corner of his mouth.

Fred grinned wide, “Geddit? Eiffel? Because we’re in Paris?”

You stood up without another word, grabbing George’s arm and walking away from the eldest twin, much to the loud protests of the eldest twin.

All of this, you realised, and it was only day 1 - next time, you’d come to Paris alone.

#fred weasley x reader #george weasley x reader #this is just a crack fic i’m so sorry #please don’t hate me #started as a joke in a discord conversation from a wattpad comment #oh i hate myself

[wheninitalyy]

France is no escape - part 1.

A/N : hey! I dont share my writing online very often but since I've been reading all the Benny Watts fanfics I could find, I thought I would post the one I wrote here. I tried to make this pretty gender neutral and I do not know anything about chess, I intend to do a bit of research eventually, but I wrote this solely for my love for the characters and the show (that I may watch again because I’m so obsessed).

This should be a multiple part story if I can motivate myself to continue writing. I’m also very new to Tumblr so I apologize if I'm just- messy.

Final thing! Writing is just a hobby of mine to write down all my thoughts so I apologize if my sentences are a bit messy or too long. Thank you for reading !

Click here for Part Two :]

Pairings : Benny Watts x Reader

Word count : 1865

Warnings : none :]

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 “Well, shit,” Harry breathed as he resigned. A smile grew on my face as I leaned back in my chair, one foot on the seat with my leg pulled up against my chest and the other on the cold floor. 

Harry was visiting me in little Rouen, France. He had become one of my closer friends even if he was hundreds of miles away.

Cleo, who I met through Benny, was in France for modeling often so I saw her quite a bit, but she wasn’t my home. She wasn’t chess obsessed like my friends were back in America. 

Harry sighed as he checked his watch, I glanced over to him and already knew what was going through his head.

“Harry- you don’t have to leave. You could move in with me,” I told Harry, he smiled as he shook his head. 

“You know I can’t do that- I’m lucky you’re paying for a flight for me every time I come to France. I couldn’t afford living here and wouldn’t fit in very well,” 

He had a point; this wasn’t a place he would enjoy living his day-to-day life in. I got on just fine but learning the language to finding a new job would drive him mad... but I couldn’t help but offer, I was lonely here. I went from being in a relationship with a US Chess Champion in a little apartment in New York to being offered a whole photography career in France. I couldn’t turn this down, with my mother passing away a few months before, there was nothing keeping me in New York. 

Heh... I wonder what mother would think of me living in a little apartment in Rouen. 

She would likely ask me about the boys and restaurants, if I was making enough to buy elegant clothes and dance in the rain with strangers on late nights. I miss her.

“Hey? You okay Y/N?” Harry pulled me out of my thoughts, 

I shook my head and laughed lightly, “Sorry, I was just thinking about when I lived in New York,” I half lied,

“New York? Back when you lived with the Benny Watts?” he asked me,

“Yes, when I lived with the Benny Watts,” I responded mocking the way he referred to Benny. 

Benny Watts. The relationship with the US Chess Champion, but he wasn’t a trophy, he was very important to me at the time. 

We were meant to stay in contact after I left for France, but days without calling turned into weeks, then months and eventually I don’t think either of us expected to hear from each other in any way other than reading the chess articles.

I buy a magazine when I see him on the cover, I flip through it for a bit but within the day it gets throw into the pile of magazines sat under my coffee table. He just climbed up the ladder of chess higher and higher after I left, it’s possible that Benny Watts getting romantically involved really was bad for him like the fan girls said. 

I smiled at the thought.

I took a deep breath as I got up from my chair, “I assume it’s time for you to get going?” I looked to Harry. Harry gave me a sad smile and nodded.

  Sunny Paris, another day, another twenty chess players to hunt down for some good cover photos. This wasn’t actually a very common thing, there was a tournament here in Paris. One of the biggest we’ve had in a while actually- this could very well be the talk of the town for quite a while. 

“Hello Y/N Y/L!” the front desk receptionist greeted me with a bright smile.

“Big day, huh?” I said as rested my wrists on the counter fidgeting with a pen in my hand.

“Oh yes! your company must be thrilled about this one!” she said, I’ve talked to her enough to book a room here for the little chess tournaments (and sometimes big) to call her an acquaintance and maybe a bit more. 

“Yep, it’s going to be a long weekend,” I laughed as I looked back to her, 

“I heard they flew in a couple big players from America, anyone you know?” she asked as she looked up at me and slid my room-card over the counter to me. 

“Oh? I haven’t checked who was coming in, I’m sure I know a couple of them though,” I smiled and slid the card into my pocket, dropping my pen in my bag as well. 

“Well you have a nice morning and tell me if you need anything!” she smiled back,

“Thank you!” I waved to her goodbye and started to walk around the lobby. 

One, two, ten chess tables lined up by the windows. The patterned carpet matched the drapes and the tables and chairs were a deep burgundy shade. Potted plants in every corner and little decorative ribbons hung from the ceiling, they really went all out this year. 

The games didn’t start until tomorrow, not any important ones at least, so today would be the best day to strike on interviews and photos. I arrived early so people were only just arriving or settling in.

I sat down on a nearby sofa and pulled my camera out, fixing a few things here and there so I didn’t have to later. 

After about 30 minutes, I heard a familiar voice, “Well that’s just pawns, there’s no hope there,” the man had an American accent.

I stood up and looked around for the man who I heard; I scanned the room until he spoke again. My eyes darted behind me as I quickly turned around, oh lord. 

There he was, long black leather trench coat with a hat that anyone could recognize, tight dark jeans and a black t-shirt. I could almost call the chains around his neck sparkly if the sunrays hit them just right, a crowd around him at all times since he got here, I’d assume. 

There he was, Benny Watts. 

I was about to walk over knowing how much my company would love to see some shots of him, or maybe it was because he was an old friend... or an old lover. 

I shook the thoughts out of my head as I put my camera back in my bag gently and brushed myself off. 

I should go.

I stood up and begun to walk toward the elevator across the room, “Y/N!” someone shouted from behind me. I swiftly turned around to be met with Cleo.

“Cleo!” I greeted her, pulling her into a hug.

“I’m so glad I caught you before I had to leave! I have a job at eleven,” she paused as she looked over my shoulder. “Oh! have you said hello to Benny yet?” shit.

I turned around to be met with Benny’s gaze, he smiled as he stood up. Of course, his name being said would immediately catch his attention. I looked back to Cleo, there is no turning back, thank you for that Cleo. 

I shut my eyes as I swore under my breath.

“Y/N?” Benny asked,

I forgot to breathe for a moment and let out a quiet exhale and turned around, “Ben- Mr. Watts,” I corrected myself as I would if I was on a job, which I was.

At this moment it seemed I had forgotten all my history with Benny while also remembering every detail. 

He seemed taken aback by what I called him, “Why are you calling me that?” he smiled but his eyes clearly said he was caught off guard. 

“I- I’m on the job,” I stuttered at first, I could see him deciding to let it slide as he looked away. He looked back to me and opened his arms for a hug, I backed away just a bit and he immediately got the message. Why did I do that?

“What? You’ve been gone for a couple years and I’m a stranger now?” he laughed, yet I could tell he was irritated by how I acted. But he was Benny Watts, he never shared how he felt, and he never shows weakness. What I did merely confused him as far as I knew.

I didn’t know how to act if I was being honest, things weren’t left exactly fantastic when I left for France. Benny wasn’t happy I was leaving, not at all. He went from being shocked, to upset, to begging me to stay, to making promises like he would visit me. He didn’t keep those promises, but I never expected him to. 

I took a deep breath, “No you’re not- I’m just- sorry,” I was a mess, I wasn’t even able to stay cool around Benny when we were together.

He was my weakness, his smile, his messy dirty blonde locks, his voice. 

He looked down, “Don’t worry about it,” he paused as he looked at my eyes. He just stared at me, “Better get going, I think some people are waiting on me,” he told me as he looked back to the crowd who sat around him and a chess table just moments ago.

I looked over to Cleo with a worried expression, she put her hand on my shoulder and shrugged with a sympathetic smile. I was an idiot, I backed away from a hug with Benny when I used to wake up to him everyday only 2 years ago.

Benny looked me up and down and tipped his hat, he spun on his heel as he turned around to walk away. I didn’t know what to say so I decided to say my goodbyes to Cleo and go to my room,

“Benny,” I turned around suddenly hoping to catch him,

“Yeah?” Benny turned to look at me,

“I’ll see you later?” I asked,

He chuckled quietly and looked to his feet, “Sure Y/N, I’ll see you later,” he said dully.

I felt relieved he didn’t scoff and keep walking like he had done to many who wronged him.

I do miss him; I wasn’t distant because I wanted to be- I was distant because I had lost my ways with him. I didn’t know how to be his friend again. I miss the bad jokes and the excited chess talk and even some of the pointless arguing, what it was before I left. 

  I fell onto my bed and stared at the ceiling in my hotel room.

What would mother think?

I ask myself the same question every day. She would think if he didn’t move to France with me in the first place that he wasn’t worth my time, I smiled as I remembered when she first met him.

She asked how much money he had, if he took me to his tournaments, if he would die for me. Benny sat there speechless while I was a giggling mess, I don’t even believe we were together at that point but over my dead body did I not introduce a US Chess Champion to my mother.

I’ll talk to him before he leaves, I’ll be there to watch him win everyone. I’ll fix what I have clearly broken.

// Part Two ! //

#benny watts #benny watts imagines #benny watts x reader #the queens gambit #the queens gambit imagines #imagines #thomas brodie-sangster #thomas brodie-sangster imagines

[wannabemobwife]

Guns, Glamour and Goodfellas - Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Leave a Light On

Dad!Mob!Tom x Mom!Mob!Reader

-Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader, Rosie Holland x Henry Osterfield, Family!Rosie Holland x Family!Harry Holland (idk really how to do pairings because most characters have interactions with everyone)

-Warnings: Hospital scenes, sadness, blood, typos

-Words: 4.1K

-Key:

Y/M/N = your middle name

Y/L/N = your last name

Y/B/T = your blood type (if you don’t know you can pick a random one, there is O-/+, AB-/+, A+/-, and B-/+)

A/n: I have a too much fun writing the hospital scenes sorry. And before you at me for a second coma, it isn’t one. Some people just take longer to come out of general anesthesia.

Chapter 11: Leave a Light On

Words: 4K

“Oh my god, she still has a pulse” said one of EMTs in the copter.

“Tell the hospital to have as much Y/B/T on hand when we get there.”

“We got you, Mrs. Holland.”

Everything was a blur. You were taunted by your consciousness ebbing like the tide. One minute you were awake, the other not so much. Noises and smells seemed louder and stronger as your sight was stripped from you. A constant buzzing gave the hint of a helicopter, you were rescued. You wanted to give up at that moment. All your energy had dissipated over the hours of waiting. Giving up would make all the pain go away.

But at what cost? You wanted to see Parker’s and Rosie’s smiling face once more. You wanted to see Tom again. Tell him you loved him because you aren’t so sure he truly believed you the last time. You wanted all these things but it seemed you were meant for a different path.

One without pain, struggle and hurt. One that has only known of peace, bliss, and tranquility. One you ready to say goodbye to and the other hello.

Something beyond yourself was keeping in the position you were in. Struggling to bring oxygen to your lungs, bleeding out liter after liter from your side you were ready and needed to give up. Someone else wasn’t ready.

“Mrs. Holland can you hear me?” A doctor said, shining a light in your eyes to see if you were responsive.

“Mrs. Holland, we are going to take good care of you.”

“Oh, wow... she’s soaked entirely through her bandage. I need all the bags from the blood bank of Y/B/T you can find. She could die of exsanguination any moment.

“Tom,” you whispered.

“What was that? Did you hear that?” Asked the hospital staff, working above you. You reached up weakly, to pull your oxygen mask off for a second.

“Tell Tom I love him, please,” was all you could choke out before a terrifying but familiar sound filled the room. A monotone beep. You were coding.

“I need a crash cart in here. Charging to 200… clear,” called out the doctor. Your body jolted up with the force of 200 joules.

“Charging to 300… clear.”

“Charge to 400, CLEAR,” the doctor screamed.

“Charge to 450—.“

“Doctor we aren’t supposed to give that high of a shock,” informed one of the surgical interns.

“I don’t care, this woman needs to see her kids again… Clear,” The doctor said, delivering a final defibrillation. Your heart rate returned to normal, a steady pulse still weak but there.

“Doctor, she has a pneumothorax (collapsed lung) on her right lung,” said one of the medical personnel using the ultrasound. “Shit, we need to get her to the OR now. Let’s move. I’m not going to let her die on me.” The doctor explained.

A plane ride that was only supposed to be 2 hours and 15 minutes melded into what felt like days. No word from Harry or anyone had come about you and Tom. They all landed and took a car to the hospital. It was enough waiting by then, all they knew is that both of you were found. Neglecting to mention dead or alive.

“I’m here for Tom and Y/N Holland. They were airlifted in. Can we see them?” Nikki asked the person at the front desk.

“No hablo ingles, lo siento,” said the receptionist

“IS THERE ANYBODY HERE WHO SPEAKS ENGLISH?” Dom screamed. “Yes, I do. Did I hear you say you are here for Tom and Y/N Holland?” Asked a man clad in a white lab coat.

“Yes. He’s my son and she’s my daughter-in-law. These are their kids.” Nikki explained gesturing to Parker and Rosie.

“Well ma’am if you’ll follow me. I can tell you in private.” “No, whatever needs to be said, they can hear. They want to hear.” “Still follow me to a private waiting room please, your son is in there. Everyone can come,” the doctor concluded. “Alright then,” Nikki responded, following the doctor to a private waiting room.

“Harry.” Rosie said, seeing her favorite uncle.

“You made it, I’ve been waiting for you guys to hear an update.” Harry was so happy to see the rest of his family. “It’s bad, it was really bad,” Harry explained somberly. “Enough with the dilly dally, just tell me. Is my son dead?” Nikki couldn’t take the waiting anymore.

“They were both brought in barely conscious. Tom had lost some blood due to an open wound on his femur, he has a severe concussion, a few cracked ribs and a small knick on his kidney. He is currently in surgery, they are fixing his kidney. The most he will have is a few stitches but, we are very confident he’ll pull through,” explained the doctor.

“And my mom?” Rosie asked.

“Y/N is currently in surgery, she has protruding wound to the abdomen, a collapsed lung, broken ribs, and a severe concussion. She lost a lot of blood, almost dying of exsanguination. She is in surgery to treat her abdominal wound and her lung. Our biggest concern is sepsis, we are worried an infection caused by the elements will occur.”

“So she’ll be okay, right?” Parker questioned.

“She wasn’t conscious like Tom when they found her. In her case the amount of blood she lost might have stopped bringing oxygen to her brain. If she survives the surgery—“

“If?” Rosie gasped, starting to cry.

“Rosie, let him finish,” Parker snapped.

“If she survives, we don’t know when or if she will wake up. We can only hope for the best. I promise to come back with any further updates.”

“Thank you doctor,” said Nikki.

“I need some tea or coffee or a drink. Anyone else?” Sam said, Dom nodded in response.

“I’ll join you and dad,” Paddy said following Dom and Sam out of the room.

Parker was trying to keep everything inside. He actually appreciated the uncertainty of it all, the longer it went on the longer he didn’t have to hear a definitive answer, that you and Tom were dead.

Parker mainly tried to comfort Rosie but that position was filled once Haz and Henry got to the hospital. It was only 30 mins til another doctor approached them.

“Your son is out of surgery. He is resting in room 302, we are just waiting for him to come out of general anesthesia,” came in another doctor with news.

“Thank you. And my daughter-in-law?”

“She is still in surgery,” informed the doctor.

“Ok, thank you. I’m going to go check on Tom. Parker come with?” Nikki asked, she didn’t want to be alone seeing Tom lie in a hospital bed.

“Sure,” Parker said, following Nikki through the door.

“Harry, you’ll stay here with Rosie,” Nikki called out.

“How you doing, Roo?” Harry asked, moving towards Rosie’s side.

“My mom calls me that,” she said, unmoving towards Harry’s love.

Rosie was still like a statue. But her mind was very active, traveling from place to place. Just waiting for someone to update her on your condition.

“I know. She’ll pull through, Rosie.”

“How can you be so certain?”

“Cause I know your mom. For as long as I can remember she has always been the strongest person in the room.” Harry comforted her, draping an arm over her shoulders. “Your dad is convinced she is indestructible. Sure, she has gotten hurt in the past but she has always bounced back. Hasn’t she?” Harry encouraged.

“Yeah, she has,” Rosie sniffled, wiping her nose with her sweater’s sleeve.

“After everything she has survived, she is still here,” Harry asserted. “When she and your dad first were dating, they’d like to scare each other. Tom must’ve pulled something like 20 guns on her. It was really funny to watch,” Harry grinned.

“Tell me more stories please,” Rosie perked up at the anecdotes.

“Well there was that time when your mom told your dad about being pregnant with both you and Parker.”

“I already know that one.”

“Ok, let me think… oh. One time we pulled a prank on her. All of us, me, your dad, Sam, Paddy and Haz. She was supposed to speak at this benefit promoting something… I want to say a disease… maybe climate change… who cares,” Harry began. “But she is better at it now but she used to be so scared of public speaking. That night at the gala, she had a panic attack and Tom went to comfort her backstage, while the boys and I all went into her purse and switched out her speech for the joke one we made.”

“She went on stage and broke in to a laughing fit. All her nerves dissipated as she stood up there, cracking jokes from left and right. It was really funny because she was so scared she would read whatever was written on the cards. She did end up making a fool out of herself, but it was funny nonetheless. She was so mad at us, she avoided Tom for a week,” Harry finished, reminiscing of that night.

“Wow, that’s mean. Like really mean,” Rosie remarked as his story came to an end.

“No it wasn’t. It was funny, she’ll laugh about it now if you ask her.”

“Was she as mad as she has been lately?” Rosie inquired.

“What do you mean?”

“Mom and dad have been fighting a lot… I’m scared they won’t be able to work it out. I’ve never seem them like this,” Rosie cried, fighting back a fit of sobs.

“Roo, those two? Are you kidding me? They will work it out, they always have.”

“But that isn’t a guarantee.”

“Rosie, your mom and dad have been written in the stars since the beginning. Nothing will ever break them apart. And almost dying really brings people back together. I wouldn’t worry Rosie, they’ll be ok,” Harry consoled her.

Rosie really needed to hear that. Something to get her mind off all the death and sickness that surrounded her. She wasn’t ready to say goodbye. She needed you to hold her once more.

“Mrs. Holland, Y/N is out of surgery now. If you’ll follow me I can take you to her room,” a doctor said to Nikki as she was stroking Tom’s hair, waiting for him to wake up.

“Oh thank god, thank you. Parker do you want to come?” Nikki asked.

“No, I think I’ll stay here with dad. In case he wakes up. I’m not ready to see her like that anyway,” Parker mumbled, needing every excuse to not walk into your room.

Nikki just nodded in response. Nikki was there when Rosie was in her coma and she knew you liked to talk to her as if she was there, so she did the same.

“Hey, Y/N. I’m sorry this happened. The doctors have warned me that you might not wake up and I’m here to tell you that’s not an option. Your kids need you. Tom needs you…. He won’t be able to live without you. None of us will,” Nikki said, holding you hand. As soon as Rosie got word, she was already there. Standing in your doorway peering at your sunken body.

“Mom? It’s Rosie…. It’s your Roo,… why isn’t she waking up?” Rosie came barging in. She’d never seen you in a state like this.

“Mom? Mommy, please,” Rosie said, starting to shake you a bit.

“Rosie, come here,” Nikki said, pulling her into her arms. “She’ll be ok. All we have to do is wait.” Nikki concluded.

In Tom’s room, Parker was still there by his dad’s side. Everything had gotten massively screwed up. He was betraying his own dad and Tom didn’t even know.

“Parker?” Tom croaked out, slightly moving.

“Dad, I’m so glad you are okay,” Parker lunged to hug him.

“Me too, buddy,” Tom said, gritting his teeth to mask the pain.

“How’s mom?” Tom asked, praying you were still alive. It had been a rough night. Images of your half-dead body leaning against him for support plagued his memory.

“Umm… you should see for yourself.”

“What room is she in?” Tom asked, jumping out of bed.

“Dad, I don’t think it’s such a good idea you get up,” Parker exclaimed.

“Parker, don’t you dare stand in my way.”

“Mr. Holland, you’re awake — woah, you can’t get up. Your stitches could rip,” the nurse spoke with a thick Spanish accent.

“I don’t care. Let me see my wife,” Tom yelled.

“You may need to sedate him,” Parker said cheekily.

“Fuck that,” Tom cursed.

“You aren’t doing anything to me till I see her,” Tom asserted, the nurse just nodded in response and brought him a wheel chair.

Parker wheeled him through the hospital. He was about to face his fear as well as Tom. It both being the fact that you were dead and not longer living. They weren’t ready for that.

Tom came into your room and it was like a time machine. All those times he was walked into a room similar to this one with the white walls, white sheets, bright blinding lights and the machines that beep to no end. He was taken back to every time he had seen you lying in a hospital bed.

All the times he knew he hadn’t protected you. All the guilt and anguish came flooding back. Washing over him like a tsunami.

He walked in to see everyone gathered around you. Rosie was sitting on the left side of your bed, clutching your left hand and Henry was next to her keeping an arm around her shoulder. Tom didn’t care about them anymore, all that mattered was you.

“Dad, you’re awake!” Rosie cheered, as she saw Tom in the doorway.

“Yeah baby, I’m okay,” he said, holding Rosie close to his chest.

“I’m scared, dad. I’m scared she won’t wake up,” Rosie cried.

“I know. I am too.” Tom responded, his eyes still fixed to your lifeless figure.

“You know it was just a 5 weeks ago, you were lying a hospital bed just like mom. And she was holding on to your hand just like you are to her. And if you woke up from that, I can promise you she’ll wake up from this,” Tom encouraged.

“You really think so?” Rosie queried.

“I know so.… You know what your mom loves to tell me?”

“No. What?”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“It sounds like her,” Rosie chucked to herself.

“Yeah, it does.” Tom did the same, he was the one keeping you here. He wasn’t ready to say goodbye. 17 years was nothing compared to lifetime he was destined to have with you. Nobody accounts for the times where something so drastic happens that it can change your entire timeline.

Nobody believes they will die tomorrow or get hit by a bus anywhere. People just live in day to day life thinking that they have a 100 years to go.

You’d think by now, he’d gotten used to seeing you in a hospital bed. Maybe grown accustomed to it. On the contrary, every time he’d see you like this he’d go weak at the knees and beg to switch places with you. To be the one lying there, on death’s door, not you

Every time he has made a promise, your life has been put on the line. You are constantly caught in the crossfires. Tom slowly remembered why he hated hospitals so much, especially when they were associated with you.

“We’ll give you two a minute,” Nikki said, motioning for everyone to clear the room so it was just Tom and you.

“Hey, darling. I told you we’d make it. We had two choices either we died together or we made it together.” Tom began, trying not to cry.

“Y/N, I’m standing here and I’m okay. So it’s only a matter of time before I see you again. We promised it would be us together. Don’t you dare go back on that promise from ages ago, I’m supposed to go before you. Ok? It’s supposed to me. You promised me.”

“This one that you have to keep. I know it might be nearly impossible to, love. But there is no but or if, there is only you waking up and seeing me. Seeing your husband who loves you more than life itself. Seeing our two beautiful kids. I know I haven’t been your favorite person lately, so don’t do it for me. Do it for them, Parker and Rosie. They need you, more than they know.”

“Alright princess, it's only a matter of time. I’ll see you soon.” Tom finished, pressing a kiss to your forehead. One of longing, he just wanted to see your smiling face again. He let himself go completely, breaking down the flood gates. Tears started coming and they didn’t stop, they couldn’t.

Haz peered through the open door, to see Tom crying over you, he immediately jumped into best mate mode and went to comfort Tom.

“Hey. It’s ok. You can let it out,” Harrison said, pulling Tom into his arms.

“I was so awful to her Haz. I let her think I cheated on her so she wouldn’t be mad about Rosie and Henry,” Tom cried out.

“Why? What did you do? You know what, that’s not important right now. The point is she will pull through.”

“She could be dying and the last moment I can only remember with her is our fight. I didn’t even get to say goodbye.”

“She’s not dying, Tom. Y/N has survived much more than this and promise you, you will say hello again.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” Tom said, taking a line from your vernacular.

“Come on, let’s get some coffee… Here, hop on. I’ll push you,” Haz said, grabbing Tom’s wheelchair

“For fucks sake, you aren’t pushing me. I’m not some sick, crippled patient.” Tom exclaimed.

“Well… you did just get out of surgery.”

“I don’t care. I’m not going to let my helicopter crashing be the reason I can’t walk and I am looked at with pity.”

“Alright Tom, I believe we were going to get some coffee.”

“I don’t want to leave her alone,” Tom whispered.

“Rosie will be in here in a moment,” Haz explained.

“Ok.. Roo, can you go sit with your mom while I get your dad some coffee?” Haz asked. Tom still didn’t want to leave you but he knew you would want him to eat something.

“Yes, I’ll keep her safe.”

“I know you will, baby… Hold it. Hey Henry, can I talk to you?” Tom said, holding Henry back from entering the room.

“Dad,” Rosie said, sternly.

“Don’t worry, sweetie,” Tom said pulling Henry to the side.

“I’m sorry Tom.. um I mean Mr. Holland but I love your daughter more than anything,” Henry stammered.

“I just wanted to say thank you for being there for her when.. you know,” Tom admitted.

“Of course, I love her very much. And if the time every comes where I plan on marrying her I will ask for hands in marriage,” Henry promised.

“Woah kid, slow down. This is permission to date. No talking or even thinking about marriage, you understand. Also wear a fucking condom.”

“Yes, sir. Understood… Thanks Tom.”

“You’re a good kid, Henry. She’s in good hands,” Tom grinned, Henry just smiled and returned to Rosie. Returning to his rightful place, in her arms.

“Haz, did you bring me a change of clothes. I need to get out of this fucking gown,” Tom chuckled.

“Are you sure that’s a good ide—“ Haz started but was soon cut off.

“Eh, eh,” Tom interrupted giving him a harsh glare.

“You are not weak, I get it. Yeah, they are in my bag,” Haz concluded.

Tom said, “Thank you,” in return.

The waiting was back and it was killing Tom once again. This time he wasn’t waiting for both your impending deaths, just yours. It was eating him from the inside out.

You didn’t have enough time together. It wasn’t enough. Tom desired more, he needed more. All your favorite moments of you played through his head. Like he was watching a movie of his life with you, his love story.

One specifically, the day he proposed to you. It was hard to top his happiness that day.

All the days leading up to it he was distant and flighty. It worried it you greatly. Was he planning to break up with you? You were consumed with never-ending negative thoughts about your relationship.

It had been a while since you and Tom had a date night. He’d blown you off a few times to plan out the perfect proposal, afraid he’d let the question just slip out somehow. However, that was unknown to you so all you thought was, he’s an ass.

Tom was in his office, planning out how he was going to do it. What he would wear, where he would propose, what would he say. What would you say? He was nervous wreck.

“Haz, I can’t have anyone come in here ok?” Tom ordered. He must’ve practiced it 7 times. Getting down on one knee and declaring his love for you behind closed doors.

“Understood, Tom,” Haz said, giving him a cheeky grin as he closed his door. Not even 10 mins later, you came barging in through the front door. In a fury because Tom hadn’t returned any of your calls.

“Where is he?” You asked Haz. “Y/N?” He said, confused as to why you were here. Well, you did live there.

“Where’s Tom? I have to talk to him,” you asserted. “Why am I asking you? Of course, he is in his study,” you replied to your own question.

“NO, you can’t go in there,” Haz said, following you to Tom’s office.

“And why not?”

“He’s in a meeting.”

“What meeting would he have a 10:30 at night… Unless?” Your heart sank at the possibility of Tom not alone in there.

“Unless what?”

“He has a woman in there doesn’t he?”

“Umm.”

“It’s fine. I’ll go. You won’t see me around anymore. He chose her over me,” you said, trying not to cry. But you weren’t going to put up a fight.

“Y/N it’s not like that,” Haz called after you, trying to stop you from walking away.

“Then what is it Haz?”

“I can’t tell you?… Just go in there and see for yourself.”

“I don’t want see them.”

“Just do it,” Haz ordered, you eventually agreed. Opening the door to a very well-dressed Tom down on one knee holding a blue velvet box in his hands.

“People always spoke of soulmates and I didn’t believe them. But then I found you. And I had never been so happy to be proven wrong. Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N you make me want to be a better man. You are my inspiration for everything. I can’t ever imagine living without you. Will you marry me?” Tom said, oblivious to you standing right there.

“Yes,” you said without hesitation.

“No! No, no. You weren’t supposed to see that. Haz I told you to guard the door,” Tom yelled.

“Yes, Tommy. I’ll marry you”, you continued, hoping he’d hear you.

“God, it's ruined now. I’m so sorry. I had this huge plan take you to the London eye,” Tom apologized profusely, running his hands through the curls atop his head in frustration.

“Tom, you're not hearing me. I want to be your wife,” you exclaimed, you couldn’t contain your excitement.

“You do?” Tom surprised at your answer.

“Yes, that’s what I’ve been saying. YES!” You screamed. Tom immediately grabbed you twirling you in the air and kissed you with all the love and passion you deserved. He had been neglecting you so he wouldn’t spoil it.

He put the ring on your finger. It looked as though it was home. You were his and he was yours. Nothing could top that moment.

Thinking about you and the time spent together. It made it that much harder to say goodbye.

Tom was brought out of his trance as you stirred, starting to wake. All heads and eyes turned towards you.

“Y/N. Honey, it’s ok. You were in a helicopter crash. You’re ok. You’re ok. I’m so happy to see you,” Tom whispered, tucking the hair out of your face.

The moment you came to, your eyes widened and a look of panic adorned your face. You were completely lost. Unaware of all your surroundings. You managed to croak out three words. Not an “I love you,” not words of love, quite the opposite.

“Who are you?”

A/n: Alright, Y/N lived. As I promised, there are 17 chapter in this series, 6 more to go. I will start writing the sequel series once all these chapters have been posted, even though I have it already planned out in my head lol. New chapters every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.

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Just In Case part two

Part one here

The awakening

(Lol that’s kinda dramatic)

Bakugou x fem reader married pro hero au

The first paragraph is kind of a spoiler for season five ep one.

Anyway!! I hope you like this!! I hate angst with not a good ending so I had to make it a good ending with family fluff.

(You went to the hospital as a hero so he uses your hero name at the receptionist)

Kirishima feels like he’s in school again as he races his car from the office down to the hospital except this time Bakugou was in the passenger seat instead of on the hood.

“Can you go any faster? Fuck” bakugou grumbled and kiri laughed once “I’m going seventy in a 45 I think I’m at the limit. Plus we’re here” before he can even stop the car, Bakugou is slamming the door and running. “Lightseeker?” He’s asking the receptionist who seems a little star struck “come on!” He shouts and slaps the counter making her jump. “DynaMight” recovery girl says from the doorway and he’s never moved this fast before in his life.

“What happened? They told me she was gone” his voice is angry, he’s pissed. He’s never been this god damn angry before in his life. They said she was dead but she’s alive! These goddamn doctors don’t know shit apparently.

“We don’t know. She was dead. She was gone. They were about to take her to the morgue but her body lit up with electricity and then she was breathing and alive and screaming for you. We just got out of surgery and she should still be under anesthesia until the morning.”

(Flashback)

The first responders get there and bakugou checks out, they order him to move rubble or move other things and he helps how he can moving immediately. They free your body, one first responder had her hands on your face the whole time already healing what she could and pulling your body back together as the heavy piece of building was levitated away.

He followed behind them and sat by you in the ambulance, quiet and in shock as he numbly watched them work over you. He watched, like an out of body experience, as you flatlined. Watched as they tried to resuscitate you. Watched as the woman’s hands fell from your body and watched as her mouth moved calling the time of death.

He stared at your face the rest of the ride, ingraining your face in his memory. Trying to grasp the fact that he will never see you smile again, never hear your voice, never experience parenthood with you.

That’s what breaks him. Thinking of the half painted pastel green room, flashing back to finding you laying in the middle of the room unsure of the color again (the fourth color you’ve painted it) he laid beside you and you talked about colors and baby names for hours looking around the small room and imagining your future.

He had quiet tears going down his cheeks and he’s only semi aware of the woman handing him a card to the hospital morgue and their grief therapist before the police chief is there wanting a statement.

(Back to present)

He looks through the room window, watching you breathe with the help of a breathing tube. Your right arm was in a cast and your chest was bandaged under your hospital gown.

He was scared, terrified the moment he walks through that door he’d wake up and this would be a dream, you’d be gone.

Recovery girl has gone and he’s by himself but he still can’t go in there. “Hey man” Kirishima says softly “what happened?”

“She came back. They don’t know how”

Kirishima takes in Bakugous state, noticing the worry in his eyes and how he seems frozen to his spot. He decides to take the lead. “Hey y/n” Kirishima says gently as he walks into the room, Bakugou feels panic and follows him quickly.

“I’m glad you’re back. I don’t know how I could have lived without your caramel cake and your sense of humor. No one can put Bakugou here in his place like you could. He’d be insufferable without you so truly from the bottom of my heart, thank you”

Bakugou glares at him, but is grateful for him taking the lead and helping him through his fear.

“Hey pretty girl” Bakugou says and takes your hand, Kirishima smiles softly and pats his shoulder as he leaves the room.

“You scared the fuck outta me” he said, tears filling his eyes again as he sits in the chair beside the bed. “Never do that again” his voice cracks and he drops his head to the bed next to your left hand which he has clasped between his. Hot tears falling to the crappy hospital blanket that scratches his face. He was so broken, so terribly ripped to shreds when he thought you were dead. And to have himself be ripped to shreds and then tell him you’re alive? Fuck it hurt. He cried harder than he ever had from the pain of losing you to get you back, he didn’t know how to handle the whiplash of emotion.

At some point he must have fallen asleep because he woke up to the sensation of you running your fingers through his hair. His head shot up and the moment he’s looking into your eyes he’s crying again, his eyebrows knit as tears spill from his eyes “you dumbass” he mutters with a thick tongue and you chuckle “don’t cry sweetheart” you say softly and brush his tears away with your left hand, not moving more than that. “I’m right here” you whisper, your eyes filling with tears.

He stands and leans over, pressing his forehead into yours. “Please” he whispers. Not really sure what he’s asking, just knowing he needs you to be with him longer. “I’m here. I’m with you. Right here” you say and press your lips to his in a little peck causing his breath to hitch.

When he relaxes and sits back down, his hand never leaving yours, you tell him your experience.

“I woke up a little while ago as the doctors removed my breathing tube and I made them be quiet so they wouldn’t wake you” he chuckles gently, everything still feeling so fragile, “always thinking of me” he says and reaches out, brushing your cheek softly and you lean into his touch

“I remember what happened” you whisper and he raises his eyebrows “when you died?” He asks in a whisper and you nod “do you wanna talk about it?” He asks gently and you sigh softly

“I was floating in the darkness. I was wondering where you were. I wanted you. All of my favorite memories of you and I together filled that darkness. I saw what our future will be like” you close your eyes as tears start to fall “it was so beautiful. Our family” he feels tears prick his eyes as you talk and his hand tightens around yours.

You look into his eyes and smile “I don’t know if it was real. But she looked just like you, Katsuki. Crazy blonde hair and she had a quirk where one hand is explosions and the other was electricity. She was funny and sweet and she had my eyes” he smiles softly imagining the child “she ran to me and placed her palm against my chest and used her electricity and then I was here”

He lays his cheek against your thigh facing you and closes his eyes “I don’t know if it’s real or just a dream” he says softly “but I’m grateful to whoever it was who gave you back to me”

(Skippy skip)

He’s been so much more open with his feelings after that day and it’s been amazing. You two had gone to couples therapy just to help guide you both through that process and it brought you both closer together.

Healing was bitch. Physical therapy was a bigger bitch. But Bakugou was there every step of the way in your recovery. You’ve never seen him more attentive since you were dating. He got home from his patrol and wrapped his arms around your middle as you cooked dinner “I missed you today. The office is so empty without you” he mumbles against your neck and you smile, reaching up and cupping his cheek “I’ll be back soon” you say and turn in his arms “buuut maybe not that soon” you say with a knowing smirk and he raises his eyebrows “what do you mean?” You pull the stick out of your pocket and hand it to him

He’s quiet for a moment, looking down at the capped pregnancy test in his palm and at the pink line that confirmed his dreams “is this..” he looks up to you and you see the tears in his eyes “we’re gonna have a baby, Katsuki”

(Skippy skip)

He opens the room to the doctors office panting “sorry 'm late” he says as he takes his spot next to you in the bed, your hand taking his and squeezing it. “Right on time” excitement fills your voice and he kisses the top of your head. “I see the feet here” the doctor points out and types into the computer “and here’s the hands… and here is the little face” your eyes are hooked on the screen, so enamored by seeing your little one in your tummy. You hear a sniff and look up to see bakugou crying and it makes your heart swell “and here it is..” she turns to you “do you wanna know the sex?” You and bakugou both say yes at the same time and she laughs “it’s a girl”

(Skippy skip)

You hear an explosion in your house and panic, running to check on your daughter. You bust through her door and find her holding a busted and charred plastic dinosaur. “Sweetie what happened?” You kneel in front of her and she laughs “he was going to eat my Barbie and I had to save her”

Later that evening when Bakugou is sitting down with her explaining her quirk and his, that’s when the electricity manifested and she shot a bolt at your tv making it explode. You stared for a moment then looked at Bakugou both busting up laughing before helping her with ways to control it.

Later that night

“It’s real” you say as you cuddle into his side “it’s her” he hums and holds you close “she brought me back” he fights back tears “my precious girls” he says softly.

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