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#but like. i could see him more. he's already a permanent member of my fighting team. hmmmm

ponkwan · 2 years

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⌗ ⸰ ₊⠀SVT HEADCANONS ! (01)

how seventeen acts when you’re still upset after a fight.

p.s. this is a repost from another previous blog of mine !

✩ SEUNGCHEOL.

the type to whine and apologize again and again until you give him a response that eases his worries away. he would probably have that permanent sulky expression on his face too until you act like you’re less infuriated with him, actually willing to hear his side with a clearer mindset, which he would then take as the opportunity of talking it through with you once more so that he’ll be sure that there would be 100% no harsh or ill feelings left between the both of you afterwards.

✩ JEONGHAN.

the type to test the waters first before making the first move in apologizing. he’d start by seeing if you would stay unbothered if he decided to be in the same room as you, would advance to going to a spot that would allow him to be nearer to where you are, and would finally break the suffocating silence by perhaps asking a normal question like “what would you like to eat later?” or prompting a conversation that he knows you’ll be interested in. if you still wouldn’t budge, that’s when he’ll address the fight you had again and will mention his intentions of making up with you before the situation becomes bad.

✩ JOSHUA.

the type who wants to patch things up with you as soon as possible. if you told him a little lie and said that you weren’t upset with him anymore despite still being so, he would sense it right away and would insist on asking you more about what exactly was continuing to bother you, adding that he doesn’t like the tension still surrounding you both when the misunderstanding was already supposedly resolved. once you express more of what you feel, he would listen attentively and share what he thought of as well in the softest manner he can.

✩ JUNHUI.

the type to stay put with you in the very spot you just argued and supposedly ‘resolved’ the problem. as the air is evidently still thick, he refuses to leave just yet until he’s sure that you two are definitely okay; similarly, he will obviously try to pull you back if ever you try to do the first move of leaving, asking where you’re planning on going and why are you leaving without him. whatever answer you decide to utter, he gently cuts you off and urges you to sit back down with him so that you can talk it out one more time for clarity and get what’s bothering you still out of your chest.

✩ SOONYOUNG.

the type to shower you with affection and act as normal as he could (while also being extra loving) so you’ll feel comfortable with him again. he’ll observe if you look and act more like yourself as time passes, and if he notices that you’re still a bit detached with him, he might hit you up with sweet words like “what should i do, jagi?”, “what’s my jagi thinking about?”, his tone sweet and urging so that you can open up with him more and he’ll know what can be done to have the both of you in better terms again.

✩ WONWOO.

the type to test the waters first as well, but in a way that you wouldn’t really feel that he knows there’s still something not right about the two of you even after you got over the argument. like an occurrence that one of the members mentioned in the past, he’ll probably send you a message instead, asking if you both were good or are you still upset—or maybe will resort to asking you that question last minute too, like when you’re hugging farewell after the long day, he’ll utter those words and wait for your reply with his arms tightening around you.

✩ JIHOON.

the type to act oblivious at first even though he can pretty much feel that you’re still upset with the argument. despite that, he will subtly try to make up for it instead of confronting it, initiating conversations that will hopefully lift your mood up or offering to do something that he also knows you’ll absolutely like. if things still feel awkward between the both of you then, he might not directly talk to you about it still but will go through bigger lengths to eventually have you be the one feel good enough to talk it through with him better next time.

✩ SEOKMIN.

the type who’ll probably try and make it up to you by acting cute or extra loving until you’ll crack a smile, no matter how small that said smile may be. he’d be a bit touchy and silly too, evidently desperate to have things flowing smoothly again after the heated argument; needless to say, once he notices that the tensed air seemed to have faded away, he might go and say sorry again just for an extra measure, gently reiterating his apologies and assuring you that he didn’t mean to act rashly.

✩ MINGYU.

the type to make his concern apparent just by the way he looks at you and the way he’s subtly telling you with his eyes that he knows there’s still something wrong despite your insistence that you’re fine. he might purposely whine and act cute just to encourage an answer out of you if you continue to be stubborn; nonetheless, when you either get tired of pretending or comfortable to talk it out again, he’ll express his happiness and appreciation immediately, saying that he’s all ears to whatever you want to say.

✩ MINGHAO.

the type to seem indifferent because of his similar initial quietness but will quickly pull himself together and try to ask you if there was something wrong still. if you refuse to give in just yet, he’ll explain the importance of telling him what was bothering you so that the both of you can fix it, promising that he’ll be listening intently and that he’ll try to be as understanding as he could in order to know your feelings. he might be the type too to keep a hand over yours or a hand on your knee while you talk, rubbing his thumb against it softly and nodding every now and then as acknowledgments to your worries.

✩ SEUNGKWAN.

the type who’ll first let his emotions wash over him and be a little annoyed at you too. though after calming down himself and realizing that he shouldn’t act in such a way, he comes back to you and apologizes for what he did again, with more sincerity this time and with more determination to patch things up so that you’ll be more comfortable in telling him what continued to bother your mind. when you successfully do the latter, he’ll be significantly more engaging and understanding, exchanging thoughts with you before finally being assured that the both of you are okay.

✩ VERNON.

the type to try and give the both of you some space to think first. he might let you leave the room where the fight ensued if you want to, will wait for a few minutes for you to cool down and for him to think what his next course of action will be, and when he deems the time is right, he’ll slowly go over to where you are and situate himself close to you, glancing at you with no words being spoken for starters but soon enough, he’ll do his best in attempting to talk it out with you once more to truly make up.

✩ CHAN.

the type to notice and be upfront that he knows you’re upset with him still after the heated argument almost immediately. he might sigh in frustration because of what happened, before he calmly reiterates his thoughts and asks you if you’re sure that you’re fine like you claim to be. if you tell him that you’re actually not because of being asked, he’ll nod and ask you again whether you’ll want to talk about it or would you want some space first to think. whatever your answer may be, he still chooses to stay nearby, wanting to make you feel still that he was just there to listen once you’re ready.

thank you for reading ! feedback is always appreciated ☻

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i-heart-hxh · 6 months

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Do you have any theories about how Illumi's needle worked on Killua? I've seen some people saying that they didn't like the needle being the reason of Killua's insecurities, but imo the needle used Killua's fear and insecurities as a trigger to make him run, whether that fear was about fighting someone stronger than him or the fear of failing to help/protect Gon, those were his true feelings and the needle would just trigger Illumi's command of running away, that's why when fighting the bomber, even though he himself admits that Sub had a higher aura capacity than him the needle didn't affect him, since he was confident he would win after all the planning he did, I also think that the effects of the needle were stronger when facing manipulators, cuz the aura felt similar to Illumi's, like when he fought Zushi and Shoot.

Hello anon! These are great observations--I especially like what you pointed out at the end about the needle's effects being particularly strong against Manipulators, as that's a point I hadn't considered! You're right that those are both fights where he was particularly perturbed and it's interesting (and I'm sure intentional) that they're both Manipulators like Illumi. We're not given much detail about the needle and what it did exactly in canon, so these are all just my best guesses based on what we've seen.

I agree that the mechanics of the needle likely involved using Killua's fear and anxiety to trigger the order from Illumi to run. That's why as long as he's confident and not worried about being able to win, it's not an issue, but as soon as he starts getting concerned about his chances against a particular opponent, the command takes over.

I think likely the needle was something Silva and Illumi (possibly with Kikyo's input as well) discussed and agreed on, probably to try to temper Killua's rebelliousness and keep him safe, as the family's chosen future heir. Actually, I wonder if the needle may have been placed before Killua was sent to Heaven's Arena for training, as that could be an extra failsafe to stop him from fighting opponents there that were beyond his ability to handle. I also wonder about the timing of when Alluka was locked up. While Killua was at Heaven's Arena would have been convenient timing for that to happen, especially if part of the needle's purpose was to get him to forget her... I don't recall canon giving us exact timing for this, but it would make sense. It's possible there's something in canon that contradicts this, but I can't think of anything offhand. This could have even been partly why Killua was sent to Heaven's Arena for so long for training in the first place, to separate and disconnect him from Alluka so the family could figure out what to do with her without Killua interfering.

Anyway, to restate more clearly, I think the needle likely has these functions:

Keep Killua from fighting those who are beyond his ability to handle -- This serves two purposes I think, the first of which is to keep him from rebelling against family members, and the second is to keep him from fighting opponents who could kill or permanently maim him, while still allowing him to train and kill as needed.

Get him to forget about Alluka so the family can decide what to do with her without Killua's input and emotional attachment to her getting in the way.

But, I think the needle may have failed to prevent his rebellion because at the point he left, he was potentially already stronger than some of his family members and wasn't afraid to attack them (remember, he attacked and injured Kikyo and Milluki when he left--they both seem like they could be less powerful than a growing Killua). Also, the family severing his tie to Alluka gave him less motivation to stay in the first place.

Silva and Illumi see the needle as an assurance that he will return eventually once he does rebel and flee. The needle makes it incredibly likely that Killua will abandon his friends in a dangerous situation and betray them, hence the promise Silva makes with Killua when he allows him to leave. Silva trusts Killua will break the promise and learn from this experience that friendship will always end badly, so it's better to just give up, come home, and be the heir to the family business they've set him up to be.

(There's also a story in one of the novels about Killua raising a puppy named Wolf and Silva eventually convincing Killua to kill Wolf, which supports this kind of conclusion. Just a warning that the description of this story and the other stories in the post I linked are pretty awful and may be triggering.)

It's actually interesting to view the situation with Pitou and Kite through this lens--in that instance, Killua did get overwhelmed with the opponents' power and grabbed Gon and fled. While I don't see this as a betrayal and it was ultimately the right thing to do under that extreme circumstance, his promise with Silva likely intensified Killua's emotions around the situation, and the fact that he did flee and leave Kite behind made Killua even more prone to take Bisky's words about eventually leaving Gon behind to die seriously. I think this situation is especially hard for Killua with how Gon is ultimately affected by the aftereffects of leaving Kite behind (no matter how much Gon refuses to blame Killua for this)... I'm sure this is at least one factor in him leaving Gon, ultimately.

Another thing to consider is that people (including me) have long wondered why Killua wasn't taught about nen prior to leaving the Zoldyck manor. If the needle was partially intended to keep him from rebelling against the family, it's possible if he had access to nen he'd be even harder to control and the needle wouldn't be able to stop him from rebelling against weaker members of the family. They may have been waiting to teach him nen until they felt they had him under better control and broke his willpower down. They also may have wanted him to master all other basics before introducing nen to him. The needle could have even been an aspect of that--if he's not fighting much stronger opponents than him, he's less likely to be exposed to nen before they can teach it to him with whatever timing they had planned.

I know some people consider the needle bad writing. I do wish it had been more heavily foreshadowed in the series before he pulled it out, but I also think the needle makes sense on a few different levels when you think it over carefully. And, while pulling it out does free Killua to fight whoever he wants and remember that Alluka is waiting for him, as we see in the series it's not as though it erases his trauma or difficulties caused by his past.

Thank you so much for sending this! I feel like both your question and thinking about it enough to answer helped me put together some puzzle pieces that I hadn't prior to this, so I'm grateful! It's an interesting topic to think about.

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xerith-42 · 4 months

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pls talk more about doll shadowknight headcanons i love hearing about them

Hey council, I uhh, I may have cooked something up @gonedreaminggg @cinnamontoastcroonch @laurencezvahlslefteyebrow I'm gonna mash my two favorite headcanons together watch this--

Shadow Knight Musician Struggle Time!!

Laurance trying to play the lyre after the doll effects start kicking in and his hand just goes limp mid song. He can't do anything about it and just feels so ill about the whole situation. Garroth tells him that it's okay, that his playing before was great, but it's still kinda a cowabummer.

Vylad practicing his ocarina along and suddenly their lips get stuck around it as Vylad's body just freezes. He's on his own at this point, but it still sucks. He had a real jam going.

Hatsune help me, what if Sasha was a musician before her death? I could totally see Sasha playing the violin when she was younger, giving up on it so she could become a guard or whatever, but when she comes across an abandoned violin, she decides to take it and practice it again. And while she's playing one day, her hand stops moving, as does her arm. Just frozen in place. Her grip on the bow was loose in the first place, and in the silence left by the sudden stop of her music, the bow clatters to the ground.

If she's unlucky, it could even fall from the roof of the fortress she's playing on and land in the lava pools below. Then again if that happened, the instant Sasha got control of her body again she would go beat the fuck out of the Shadow King with her bare hands. It's hard to get musical instruments when you're literally stuck in hell and it's one of the few things that brings her solace.

Just had a wicked and evil thought, we characterized Gene with his porcelain scar, but what if we applied that same idea to someone else? Zenix is like a puppet on his strings, right? What if one day he glanced down at his wrists and found red lines wrapped around them? As if the strings are digging into his skin. And this is after he's already "cut himself free" from the Shadow King's control and is killing Shadow Knights. A chilling reminder that he still isn't in control.

After a bad fight his healing powers come into play, but it leaves a permanent stitch mark where his flesh came back together. Not the way a scar from stitching normally looks, but like a rushed stitch you did on a piece of fabric to get it functional but not pretty. It never goes away, nobody can see it from under his armor, but Zenix knows. He knows it's there.

I know before I said Vylad has compeltely limp states like Laurance, and that's still a thing, but I want to tweak the flavor. I'm imagining Vylad as like a

This fucking thing. That's Vylad. Sometimes only one of his joints stops working instead of the entire limb. Bro will be climbing trees and then their left elbow just goes backwards. Whoops it's not supposed to do that! Vylad is honestly not too bothered by this after the third time it happens, bro just gets used to it.

Everyone else (especially Garroth) is understandably very thrown off by this suddenly happening. Like it's one thing for Laurance's arm to go numb and act like it's out of socket, it's another thing for Vylad's arm to be able to bend backwards with seemingly no physical pain caused to him. He keeps trying to assure everyone that this is just ab symptom of being a shadow knight, and it's only Laurance who really gets it. The phrase "all dolled up" might as well be a universal trigger of Shadow Knights. Cadenza says it in reference to Laurance while she's helping him get ready for Kenmur's wedding, and while she instantly knows she fucked up and Laurance can see that, it still makes him stiff. His hands twitch as if to make sure it didn't start just from her saying the phrase. References to dolls start to fade out of the vocabulary of the alliance and its members over time. Largely because everyone has respect for either Vylad, Laurance, or Vincent and doesn't want to potentially upset them. The whole doll thing is a pretty sensitive subject.

Speaking of Vincent, as we've established, the doll stuff happens regardless of whether they're premature or not. I think that it happens less if you've answered the calling, but it still happens. Vincent gives me the vibes of like a voodoo doll almost. So he definitely gets the randomly limp limbs sometimes, but sometimes he just can't open his mouth, as if it were sewn shut. Oh that's awful oh my Irene this headcanon has caused so much pain.

I have other stuff to say on the Vincent as a voodoo doll thing but... Wow what the fuck that's horrifying. Like the first time that happens is maybe after he's answered the calling but still doesn't fully understand what he is. He's trying to explain it, nearly screaming to try and fight against it, clawing at his face to try and tear it off-- Wowie Minecraft Diaries really lends itself to body horror. I didn't even plan to write that sentence but as I was writing it I remembered the very popular headcanon about Shadow Knights having claws or at least sharper nails that could easily tear skin and yeah wow what the actual fuck.

Uhm, on a better (??) note, I think this means Vincent sometimes just gets random stabbing pains in his body with seemingly no cause. I feel like this might be connected to the Shadow King, but then also could somehow connect to the other divine? Idk about that part I just think the idea of Aph growing her angel wings causing Vincent to feel some form of pain in his back as a response would be weird and net. Vincent is weird and neat, sorry for low key mutilating him.

Have fun incorporating those scars into your next redesign!

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sourbinnie · 1 year

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do you miss me? | changbin x gn!reader angst | does she miss you too?

there was no denying she was a beauty. she's so bright, bubbly and so full of comfort, it's hard not to fall for her. i feel sorry for her and at the same time not at all. it was a weird feeling that my chest was mixing whenever i saw them together. he looked so happy with her yet it was all fake (or maybe it was all fake when he was with me?). he's gotta date her because that's what their contracts say, he's gotta be with her, love her, cherish her, be seen with her, fuck her and just overall have her in every way, shape or form.

it was no lie that the biggest magazines said they were the "it" couple. the one to watch out for as they were both rising stars in the industry. different companies that came together to be even bigger just by having two people date in front of the cameras was pathetic really but who i was to discuss these decisions? i knew nothing. hidden like a secret that nobody wanted to keep, i found myself in my apartment that i shared with him once again. wondering why he still kept me around and why he wasn't with her, maybe because he chose me first or maybe he just felt bad about leaving me. the angel and devil on my shoulder kept fighting about the worst of possibilities and i was just tired at this point.

the most permanent news were going around that the new it girl group was dating the stray kids producer. i shut it off as i looked at the tv screen one last time to see that damn image of them kissing on the red carpet. it wasn't professional but it sure as hell looked convincing under all the facade that i was facing every single day. he didn't even come home lately, he just stayed at the dorms because it was easier to not be seen going to an unknown apartment in the middle of the night. no messages would pop up, no calls would come in and no keys would jingle at the door.

it was almost as if i lived alone here and i was starting to get used to it. as if there was a break up that happened that i didn't take part in deciding. even now thinking of it, what would i even say? that i wanted to stay? he didn't want me and it showed. so much debate going on in my head, made me miss him walking in the apartment. a sense of stress washed over me as soon as i saw him.

"i missed you." he said calmly and i sighed. even if it did make my heart beat faster, i knew it was a lie. i didn't want more pity in my life, it was enough with my friends, my family and his bandmates making sure that i was okay all the time after seeing what was going on.

"did you?" i asked bitterly. i wanted to cry but i wasn't going to, i was stronger than my tears this time as i kept my position clear. "we haven't talked in so long changbin".

"and i'm sorry about that but you know how it is with the comeback and-". as soon as i knew what he was gonna say, i cut him off

"and the new relationship, yeah i get it." i responded as i tried to keep my composure and remain as calm as i could even if it felt like the world fell apart 300 times whenever i heard him mention it.

"i didn't want this (y/n)! don't pin the blame on me." he said and i knew his temper, he quickly lost it whenever we fought but this time it felt like a lie. putting on a mask to make it seem like he truly did love me and he was just playing along because his company forced him to. i knew better than that (or did i?).

"yeah sure, like it's not easy to be with someone who looks like a model and has the most lovely personality. oh yeah your life is so hard." i backfired and crossed my arms as i looked at him, trying to think of how to answer that without getting too mad.

"what do you want me to do? it's already everywhere and if i tell our managers what i want, they won't take me fucking seriously." he said like it would make things better that he even considered telling them about it. they chose the one member in a relationship to do this, they were so fucking cruel that it just didn't matter did it? this was better for the band and it will never be good for us. even if they did get more fans, what was the point? well...

"just tell me the truth changbin, i don't want any more lies." crystal tears were now falling from my eyes as all composure and calm was lost. "do you love her?" i asked or mumbled as best as i could.

"what? you're seriously asking me if-" he saw me sobbing and then stopped what he was saying. he got closer to me but i just backed off, i didn't want to be touched by him anymore. "baby please. you know well that i-i only love you."

"answer my question please." i insisted and i just got the worst response i could ask for.

"i don't know. it's probably because i've spending a lot of time with her but that's it!" he said and i just shook my head in disbelief. of course he was falling, just like i said it was impossible not to fall for someone like her. everything resembled perfection itself and who was i to deny him how he felt? he needed to get out of here immediately. "but i do need you, i do want to be with you and as soon as this is over, i'm announcing you as my significant other like you deserve."

"i won't be here anymore." i said almost not believing myself as i got up with all the strength that i had in that moment 'cause all i wanted was to curl up into a ball and cry. "i can't wait for you anymore, especially if you're already falling for her."

"no, you know i can't let you walk away." he said as i was already on my way to our shared bedroom. i grabbed my suitcase and started throwing stuff in, not even looking what it was but knowing most of it was mine. "don't do this, we fucking said forever and now you're throwing it away?"

"so now it's my fault huh? tell me if you saw me kissing, holding hands, hugging, fucking another guy would you like it? if i told you i was falling for him would you stay?" i asked knowing the answer and being met by complete silence. i zipped the suitcase once i was done 'cause i needed to go as soon as i could. "hope you don't do to her what you did to me 'cause it was a living hell waiting for you."

"you know it's always gonna be you right?" he mumbled as i could feel the tears coming in any second now. "i don't want anyone else and even if i did feel something for her, it doesn't compare to what i feel for you."

the quiet was so loud that i almost felt a little bad for doing this. but no, i could not walk straight into those arms as much as i wanted to. i could not do this to myself once again when all i did was love him and i got stabbed in the back.

"too bad you didn't show it." i said, looking at him one last time as i stood right in front of the door. "please don't text or call me changbin, it was good while it lasted but you really did lose me this time."

and i walked out of his life.

forever?

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tarisilmarwen · 9 months

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Rebels Rewatch: "Crawler Commandeers"

The calm before the storm...

I actually do not have a live reaction version of this one, huh.

Ryder's misgivings with their circumstances showing even more. You know, I bet if they could have avoided showing footage of him helping in the attack on the Dome in the finale trailers, they could have sold the red herring of his "defection" even more.

You know, really make us worry for a moment there. XD

What's with that look, Sabine? Lol.

A very slow and strained Ezra's Theme in minor key as they observe the ore crawler here.

And a similarly strained and altered "Shenanigans". We are just putting all the serious musical modifications on the leitmotifs today.

Meanwhile at the Dragging Their Feet HQ...

Interesting that they specifically cite Thrawn's presence as a reason to be hesitant to attack. The man spooks them so much they're afraid to move. Anything they do can wind up giving something away to him that he can use later to destroy them. This is reminiscent of their paralysis when confronted with the knowledge of the Death Star in Rouge One. The Rebel Alliance know they're hopelessly outgunned, they know it's a hard fight, but it isn't until you're actually staring down the barrel of the full huge might of the Empire that you realize just how big and overwhelming the threat is.

And it's hard to figure out what to do in the face of such overwhelming odds. Which is why every so often the Rebellion needed its firebrands and Jedi to reject fear and spurn action into them.

You know... I think Hera told Ezra about the Alliance's long debate over this attack and that's what made him decide that Thrawn needed to be taken off the board permanently. Which is one reason why he was okay with sacrificing himself to take Thrawn out.

Ezra with another cute "Lookit my girl go!" look, and in my head I'm hearing his bragging, "Those troopers are in trouble now." from "Ghosts of Geonosis".

The way she effortlessly takes out those two droids is pretty impressive.

Lol the Trandoshan is listening to Zeb's favorite band, it sounds like.

Once again showing off the smaller more wirey members of the species. Wonder how many mental comparisons Ezra was making. (He worked briefly with Bossk in the junior novel Ezra's Gamble, Bossk being a much taller and heavier Trandoshan than this Mining Guild shrimp.)

Ha ha Ezra just straight up clotheslining him, awesome.

Big fan of the absolute chagrin in Ezra's face as he attempts his bluff here, he already knew this effort was doomed before he started lol.

Seevor's so offended too.

You guys really should have knocked this guy out from the outset. Just saying.

The steam effects are perfect. But then mist and cloud has always been a strength of this show.

Hi Vizago!

Lolol and I just thought of how this had to sound to Kanan all of a sudden he hears this loud familiar voice, he can't even see how excited Vizago is to see him but his WTF expression is perfect.

Oh and here's one of my favorite Zeb moments this season!

First giving him a badass entrance--"Drop the whip and step away from my friend you knuckle-brained lizard!" is an amazing line, I should rewatch this episode more often I'd completely forgotten it--and then we proceed into a very knock-down bare-knuckle outright brawl between Zeb and someone finally in his weight class.

The way Ezra just grabs Seevor's collar and drags him is sending me.

Seriously though, just stun him. Your blaster does have a stun function yes? Does it not work on Trandoshans?

Gilligan Cut to Kanan and Zeb clearly NOT being fine lol.

The comedy is On Point this episode.

I've already mentioned how I love this brawl so I'll just enjoy it and move on.

Meanwhile on Yavin, Mon Mothma is putting an official name to the Empire's habit of withdrawing its own forces before launching a major attack. "Protocol 13". The complete evacuation of an occupied world by Imperial forces.

So now you're left to Fridge Horror exactly which planet is on the chopping block. Chandrilla? Ghorman? Alderaan? The official timeline (which I don't ascribe to anyway because of NUMEROUS problems and inconsistencies) places this episode very close to Year Zero, within smelling distance of the Battle of Yavin, so the Empire's new plan is almost assuredly the Death Star.

Anyway Hera's convinced to go in and make her speech of hope. It's only too bad that they're facing Thrawn for this sortie. He keeps things at the Alliance at an impasse with his presence. Can't let his TIE Defenders go into production, can't attack his forces outright.

The Immovable Object to Ezra's Unstoppable Force.

Vizago and Hondo would get along immaculately. Actually kind of weird that Vizago's developed into a Hondo-like personality when he was so cold and chilling at the beginning of Season One but again I point to "The Empire makes all other threats into miniscule nuisances" and also he's clearly been in contact with Ezra too long, everyone softens around him lol.

My son with his impressive glares again. <3

And the plan is once again to bluff the Empire, and it's mostly a good plan, aside from the fact that they still haven't stunned the damn crawler captain.

Oh good! Zeb went and knocked him out again.

Don't mind me I just like this shot of Ezra readying his lightsaber.

And Seevor has turned internal saboteur. Man's dedicated to his job.

Sabine looking entirely too amused to make Ezra go in the vents, just like the old days.

But also:

*CRIES IN FINALE*

These shafts don't look as ah... sanitary as the ones Ezra's used to crawling through.

It was a nice touch that Ezra totally knew Seevor was there before he could attack. Force Sense warned him, it's implied.

HELLO AND WELCOME TO THE HORROR MOVIE PORTION OF THIS EPISODE.

When these clips were shown in the trailer I genuinely thought Seevor was Ruhk it was so hard to see him.

Again, Ezra senses the attack a hair before it happens.

People weirdly thought Ezra went briefly Dark Side again right here? Because they thought he manipulated his dropped saber into Seevor's foot path, sending him into the furnace, plus the dark humor comment later.

...I both do and don't see it. I see how it would certainly look like Ezra deliberately moved his saber somehow to make him slip but... I dunno I can't square it away with how he's been characterized for the most part. I'm going to settle on a maybe.

Sabine looks so happy for him, awww.

OHHHHH NO NO NO, SHOW. SHOW. YOU HAD TO KNOW WHAT YOU WERE DOING WHEN YOU HAD EZRA SAY, "YOU CAN COUNT ON US." WHILE LOOKING SIGNIFICANTLY AT SABINE.

Hhhhhhngnghhfhfffff my heart I ache now. Everything is so hopeful and optimistic it huuuuuuuurts.

This is a fun one. A bit silly in places, but entertaining. Lots of good moments for characters and unlike "The Wynkahthu Job" I don't want to slap anyone upside the head.

#star wars #star wars rebels #ezra bridger #sabezra #rebels rewatch #liveblog

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mimuranda · 2 years

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BKDK fic recommendation

23/09/2022

And now that I've expressed all my frustration in previous post, I am going to talk about BakuDeku and THE recommendation of the month.

So, yes, as already stated I love this ship (call me basic, but the rivals to lovers dynamic is one of my favorites) and more since Bakugo seems to have a REAL evolution in the cannon story.

He is exactly the kind of character I love (I accept I have a problem with secondary bad boy characters).

But, as usual, that does not mean I accept everything. My criteria for any prompt -including ships - to be sold to me is it to be well-written. If you are to tell me their relationship, I want you to convince me. And so I am particularly strict with fanfics.

I am a big fanfic lover, and I've been reading fics for SO LONG that I've now come used to filter them so I can find the hidden gems under the high amount of not-so-good stories. I know that fanfics are usually underestimated, and I want to fight that misconception, even if it comes from the fact that, as anybody can write fics, the level is not always that high (still very legitimate for these fics to exists, anybody should write fics if they want too). What I mean is that I am very exigent regarding fics.

And it has been a long time since I read an excellent one. Who could have told me that the first one I would look for in the BNHA fandom would be so PERFECT?

I've already talked about this fic (I shared the first chapters comics one marvelous user made- thanks @twyutd) , but it is time to talk about it properly:

THE WAY YOU USED TO DO , by edema_ruh on Archive of Your Own is the MOST AMAZING THING I have read in a while.

It had me completely scotched to my computer 3-days-long. It is so beautiful, well-written, and the pace! The scenes! The battles! The characters! Their development! The slow-burn love story! The longing! The friendships with the other members of the academy! The angst!!! I WILL REPEAT IT: THE ANGST!!

It is undoubtedly and INCREDIBLY well-written story, but of course, what your preferences are will have an impact on how do you like it.

For me it was perfect jam. Long, very long fic, with slow-burn love story, bkdk-centered, with changing point of view, and with A LOT OF ANGST and a happy ending. AND THE IDEA IS SO ORIGINAL. It is a soul-bound story and I just could think that if one day I want to write a romantic story it should be inspired by this one.

If you like any of this elements, you'll immensely enjoy it.

I am frankly obsessed, only can think about is drawing my fav scenes (omg the bkdk moments... ) I think the author really mastered their personality all that while telling an entertaining story.

The only thing I did not enjoyed that much was the least chapter, I found it too long, but I'll accept it anyway because this is 30 long chapters of GOLD.

Just seriously, if you like BNHA and ship BKDK go, now.

The fic:

Art from @YukarietD on twitter .

"We're really sorry," his father says, in a teary-eyed, wobbly way. "But your friend, Izuku, he's... He's gone, son."

Katsuki can do nothing but blink up at them for moments that feel like an eternity, eyes darting between both his parents in obvious confusion, disbelief, and, more than anything, indignation. "What the fuck are you two talking about? The damn nerd is standing right beside you!"

During a battle, Midoriya gets hit by a villain whose quirk detaches his soul from his body. Stuck in a ghost-like state, the boy enters a race against time in order to save himself from permanently dying. Much to his luck - or lack of it -, the only person who can see and talk to him in this state is no one other than Kacchan.

Alternatively: Deku and Kacchan are soulbound.

The link:

What are you waiting for? I on my own will going praise the author for such an amazing piece of art:

@edema--ruh thanks, thanks, thanks for this!!! I cannot express more my admiration to your AMAZING story.

And if you guys happen to discover and enjoy this story because of me please let me know and share impressions!

(I will maybe create a whole tumblr account for sharing my fav fics... still thinking about that possibility).

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honeybee-taskforce · 4 months

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1x03 Rewatch Thoughts and Feelings

same disclaimer as before but now im medicated and sleepy so we/ll see what happens

-corn silos are terrifying and judd is totally in the right this entire situation sorry tk buddy EVEN THO he obviously could’ve approached it way better

-im sure this wont be the last time i say this along the rewatch but this is the first time we see judd in “captain mode” and i can only hope that at some point Owen retires and Judd ends up permanent captain of the 126. Whether it be season or series finale i don’t mind but that’s what i’d love to see for him even if it is predictable. He has such a big heart and is so good at getting people to listen to him (this one time being a non factor)

-his life is in danger if he falls in too but all TK can think about instead of protecting himself is possibly helping save his new friend he’s such a good soul.

-filming the sliding out of the silo with all of the corn HAD to be a blast there is no way it wasn’t

-will we ever find out more about any other members of the 126 like B shift or the ones in the other trucks that arrive with our 126 i wonder cause there are definitely more trucks there than are needed for just 6-7 people

-tk going in for a fight will always hurt to watch but it’s also just so smooth cause they play exactly into his hand

-THE tarlos season one scene i love that this is what they used for the chemistry read because yes its 100% the most important scene between them this entire season

-“you’re free to go” and he keeps talking. They both do. Ahhhhhh.

-tk could just walk away. But this is the first person whose really cared for him and acknowledged his pain in some way. So he eants to make it right. And he DOES. -tk got his apology in so he doesn’t expect anything more so i wonder what his first thought is when carlos actually continues. We know his second once he processes what Carlos has said already lmfao but ugh just thinking about tk walking away without anything else being said and probably thinking that they’re still on bad terms… or i guess neutral at least. But carlos adding his little jab and smirk shows that everything is going to be fine. -i COMPLETELY forgot about this MNT bit with the food eating contest lmfao good to know that the paramedics have always gotten their own funky calls throughout the show I remembered that as something that only happened with TNT.

-carlos already showing his sarcasm and sass in this scene with michelle when he grills her for never asking about his life lmfaooooo i love him sm

-carlos cant get him out of his head because he knows thats his soulmate

-owen and wayne’s scene is so important because it obviously sparks owen telling everyone around him, but it’s also a stepping stone into owen finally coming back to his own reality. -“my people have enough to worry about on their calls. This is my fight.” GEE I WONDER WHERE TK GETS HIS PRICKLY SKIN WHEN HE NEEDS TO DEAL WITH A PROBLEM IN HIS LIFE COMES FROM

-i feel so bad for marjan in this scene and i wish we got some follow up on whether or not she did find a new mosque… iirc unless she mentions it later this season we just never hear about that again right?? Paul tells her to keep her hijab up and walk in proud of herself and from what i remember that’s it?

-both carlos and owen cringing at the yoga girl’s video because they’re meant to be familyyyy hehehehehe

-TELL YOUR SON DAMMIT

-dart scene dart scene dart scene yayayayay

-see carlos is secure in himself BUT how much of it is a front when it comes to tk at this point because i know this anxious man is overthinking every little detail when it comes to their interactions now

-then again he makes the packing a piece comment immediately after i typed all that SOOOOO

-ahhh yes owen’s first instant of violence issues

-judd owning up to his feelings and being honest about why he came at tk ugh this big bear of a mean is such a good person i love him so much

-and tk being honest back and appreciating his words AHHHHHH brothers brothers brothers

-“why didnt you tell me? >:|

from the day she went missing you accused me of murdering her!!”

aw damn he’s got you there michelle… this plot is so goofy especially since we know it never comes back up after this season sdfgrgh

-this lady driving right into a tornado reminds me of my 4th grade teacher for literally no reason other than just her vibes and her outfit idk

the boys are in their flirty stage now and definitely hooking up here snd there still yeah yeah yeah

#honeybeewatchforce #911 lone star rewatch 2024 #911 lone star

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cathygeha · 2 years

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REVIEW

High Ground by Freya Barker

High Mountain Trackers #3

Could not put this book down. Love the author, the series, and this book. Can’t wait for more!

What I liked:

* Pippa: strong, survivor, mechanic, divorced, capable, harrowing introduction in previous book, PTSD, unexpectedly surprised early in the book, targeted by more than one and in danger, attracted to Sully

* Sully: ex-military, member of the High Mountain Trackers, PTSD, good with animals, difficult backstory, cares for his sister and niece, team player, strong, lethal, reserved, fighting his attraction to Pippa

* Seeing the members of the team along with their partners and hearing how they are doing

* Thomas: Jonas’s father, like a father to the team, adds to the story

* The writing, plot, location

* The way the relationship between Sully and Pippa developed

* How well-suited Pippa and Sully were for one another

* The mysteries: Pippa’s business being vandalized and who the serial murderer was

* Sloane: Sully’s niece, at a crossroads in her life, curious, intelligent, enjoys puzzles, studied law enforcement, lucky to have Sully as her uncle

* The small town setting

* What the trackers do for a living

* Wondering about Lucy and Bo – think their story is next

* Hoping that the team will bring in new blood and the series will grow…I can think of at least two men they could/should take in already

* The way the mysteries were solved

* Knowing that there is another book to look forward to

What I didn’t like:

* Who and what I was meant to dislike

* Thinking about baiting animals to make shooting them easier

Did I enjoy this book? Yes

Would I read more in this series? Definitely

Thank you to the author for the ARC – This is my honest review.

5 Stars

BLURB

Not much has gone according to plan for mechanic, Pippa Freling, recently. With lots of bridges burned behind her, she decides to stick close to her sister and give Montana a try.

Things are looking up when she joins a local group of animal activists, buys an auto shop for a steal, and even tries her luck with the opposite sex. But it doesn’t take long before her hopeful new future is derailed once again.

This time permanently. Maintaining tight control is the stronghold in Sully Eckhart’s life. It served him well during his years in special forces and has kept him out of trouble since. But his self-restraint stretches only so far whenever he finds himself faced with the one woman who has the ability to shake his determination. A woman he’s tried to avoid for months—since the first time she shook his resolve—but who now finds herself in the middle of a serial murder case. However, when she not only ends up a person of interest to the FBI, but firmly in the crosshairs of a killer, he has no other option but to stick close. And give up all control.

#Freya Barker #High Mountain Trackers 3 #Romantic Suspense #Romance #Fiction #Small Town Romance #Ex-Military Romance

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glamrockstarfishy · 2 years

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Fealty Pt. 1

Universe: Royal AU

Word Count: 6,658

Pairing: Glamrock Freddy x Monty

Rating: T (cursing, violence, angst)

A/N: So this sketch by @frechiiie has lived in my mind rent free, and now I'm making it everyone's problem. I was trying to write this so they could enjoy it while they were on art rest, but it took a little longer than expected because the plot breached containment, and got a little angsty. If they see this, I hope they still like it!

A few notes before we jump in: bear with me, this is my first time writing for FNAF. I'm using characters from every game to fill the roles, so I've changed a few names to differentiate from each other. In this part, Funtime Chica is Queen Charis so that way I can use the name for Glamrock Chica. The main Bonnie is the Glamrock version as well. This world has anthropomorphic animals as the main species, and while humans exist, they are more of a rare, considered mutant, second class species. Except for horses, because I refuse to create a new mode of transportation.

I still have a lot of world building to do for this story, so if anyone really wants to see more parts, please let me know! That way I know which project requires more of my attention lol. I'll probably post it on other sites once I'm more confident in my overall plot, but for now, please enjoy!

Elegant calligraphy imprinted in Bonnie’s mind, replaying the message as if he could hear the softness of the Queen’s voice that hid an icy edge underneath. A written invitation he could not refuse: Sir Bonnibel. Come to the study once you’ve arrived in town. It’s been so long since you’ve been home, and we have much to discuss. The folded scrap of paper weighed heavy in the little satchel strapped to his side.

A guard had been waiting by his residence to deliver this message. Bonnie knew she tracked his movement the second he crossed the Plexian border. Foolish to think he’d get even an hour to prepare for this conversation, much less a good night’s rest. That’s how Queen Charis plotted. Rather than wrestling for the information like a standard enforcer, she’d strike once the person hit their lowest point, exhausted, starving, not willing to put up the fight. She’d wear that smile so pretty for society members and draw their attention away from the cold hard stare in her eyes—a sharp tongue whispering empty promises in exchange for beneficial secrets.

It’d be the first time Bonnie stood on receiving end instead of hiding next to his best friend on the sidelines.

His guilt threatened to drown him as the castle blocked the setting sun, casting a shadow over an already melancholic man—how fitting of an atmosphere for his situation. The guards allowed him through the gates without nagging him about identification. Even Herald, little Helpy to Bonnie, took his horse, a tight smile on his face, but not a word out of the usual chatterbox. Bonnie wondered if anyone knew the exact reason why the Queen had unleashed her anger, or they avoided a possible punishment by being in the presence of the man who caused it.

His footsteps echoed in the stone hallways as he headed to the study. Flickering torches brought some light but no warmth to the castle. A permanent chill had settled into the walls since the king passed away two years ago. Being away for a fortnight made Bonnie forget how it clung to your skin, heavy with foreboding. Without the never-ending music mixing with the memorable laughter of the king, it felt like a different place than what he called a childhood home. His heart ached for his dear friend imprisoned in this fortress. Could the prince continue to survive without his only link to the outside world?

Bonnie paused at the door, masking his true self as his father trained him to do. A far more potent weapon than others realized, especially in the battle he was about to face. After he knocked three times, the faintest sound of approval whispered through the wooden barrier. Inside, Queen Charis sat on a velvet throne, unpractical for a workspace, but the king desired all his possessions to flaunt wealth and power. One would hardly see him hunched over documents the way Her Majesty did. Spectacles perched on the end of her beak, a quill in one hand, and her hair braided from her eyes.

“Welcome home, my dear,” she greeted without emotion, scribbling away.

Bonnie bowed. “Thank you, Your Majesty.”

“How was the campaign?”

“Successful. No beast, just a few of the village children playing a prank.”

She gave a disapproving click of her tongue. “So, a waste of resources?”

“I assure you that we had them understand the severity of their actions.”

“Good.” Her eyes remained on the document in front of her. “When do you leave?”

“In three weeks,” he answered. Bonnie’s ears drooped, hearing himself say the timeline. Now it felt so real.

“And what will it take to make you stay?”

He did his best to stand at attention, not fall to his knees and scream at the ground. It’d take nothing to escape the fate his father dangled in front of his face his whole life. It was a test; he knew it.

“Your Majesty, I know you need not reminders of the war front. Fath—The General’s reports are getting worse.”

Charis narrowed her eyes and finally looked at him. “If it touches our borders, who will protect my son?”

“If it ever comes to that, I have faith in the skills I’ve taught him.”

“No!”

Bonnie jumped as she slammed her fist into the desk. She gritted her teeth, taking in shaky breaths to calm herself. Even though he’d angered her, he knew Queen Charis never displayed such rash emotions in front of anyone outside her trusted circle. Still, he averted his gaze until she composed herself once more.

“I’m sorry, Bonnie.”

An apology and his nickname? The Queen was practically groveling, even if this was manipulation. She rose from her throne to stand before him. Only a head shorter than him, Bonnie saw the effects of her title on her delicate frame. Shadows hid underneath perfectly painted makeup to take away from weary eyes, and her shoulders strained to stay upright, regal.

“He’s not ready for this. I know I hold responsibility for it, but the world is cruel. If I can protect him just a bit longer….” Charis trailed off, letting out a heavy sigh. “Are you ready to abandon him?”

“Are you asking me to abandon our country?”

Both questions hung in the air. They shared a grimacing look, knowing that neither could step down to the other. Instead, the expectations of their roles overruled petty disputes about love and family. Finally, the Queen lowered her gaze and fixed her ruffled feathers.

“I will write to Silocas to see when they can take Fredrick.”

Bonnie’s mask cracked. His eyes widened. “Silocas?”

“They’re far enough that I won’t worry about his safety.” She turned slightly to pluck a letter from the pile of documents. “It would be good for him to meet Duchess Chica during his visit.”

“Plexian is safe, Your Majesty. Even if I’m not here, I am still protecting him out in battle,” he urged.

“Thank you for your concern, but I’ll need your attention on stopping that Afton creature.”

“What will the people think if you send the crown prince away from the conflict rather than help you deal with it?”

She raised a hand to silence him. “I’ll handle my son and my kingdom, Bonnibel.”

Swiftly, the Queen sidestepped him to make her way out of the study. Bonnie reached out but stopped himself short of grabbing her. The reprimands of his father echoed in his mind that emotions were dangerous and unsuitable for their positions proved partially true. That did not dissuade the pain gripping his heart, squeezing it with thoughts of Freddy when he learned that he’d lose his only friend and his home. A new cage disguised as a “summer adventure” for the time being. A hidden arrangement Bonnie heard rumors about but could never confirm in hopes of warning his friend in time. Few people realized that Frederick IV and Charis shared a cruelness for not getting their way. It didn’t matter whom they hurt in their punishments.

He leaned on the doorway, gripping the edges to stabilize himself. He tried to calm his ragged breathing, thinking of an idea to patch this broken mess. Then, when the first thought came, he took no time to consider the consequences.

Bonnie scrambled after her. “Your Majesty, I have a replacement!”

She stopped but did not turn.

“I’ve met a fine warrior on my past travels. He’s recently moved closer to the capital, and I believe he can care for the prince as well as I have.”

Humming in thought, the Queen peeked over her shoulder. “You realize your word carries value.”

“Yes, I vouch for him.”

He stood tall to emphasize his statement. Even if his panicked idea didn’t work, the result remained the same: Charis shipped Freddy off to Silocas. At least, this gave him a chance to take someone familiar to the unknown if she didn’t keep her end of the deal.

Charis approached him, dusting off his chest plate and adjusting his cape. His tail fluttered at the only motherly touches he’s ever known. One hand moved to caress his face, her nails slightly pricking his skin.

“Bring him here. Use the time you have left wisely.”

~ ~ ~ ~

“So, what’s it gonna be?”

Monty leaned over the counter, pressing his snout close to the pub owner’s face, Bee-Bee. It was such a ridiculous name for an influential person in the city, but it fit his child-like appearance with his pudgy face that didn’t seem to catch up with the rest of his growing body. Bee-Bee gave Monty an eerie smile. His head almost clicked when it turned to the side, facing a skinnier young human on the other end. This guy had that same creepy child-like face.

“Oh, Dee-Dee! Did we hire a mercenary?” he asked.

Dee-Dee mirrored his smile. His high-pitched voice chirped a response, “Can’t say we have, brother!”

“Looks like you have the wrong place.”

“How unfortunate!”

Monty dug his claws into the bar counter, growling. “Look, I don’t want things to get ugly. Just pay me the other half you owe me, and you’ll never see me again.”

“You’re making our patrons uncomfortable. Do the right thing and head out,” Bee-Bee warned.

“Guess you want to get ugly.”

“Oh, boys!” Dee-Dee called out in a singsong voice.

A large shadow blocked the already dim light of the bar, leaving Monty in near darkness. Whatever had caused it grabbed him by the shoulders and yanked him away from the bar counter. He gritted his teeth, not wanting to cry about the grip crushing his bones. Two identical mangey, scarred bears grabbed one of his legs, each in the same punishing hold. Monty looked up at the first attacker to find a third ugly face sneering down at him. Great. Triplets. It clicked for Monty how a pair of humans held so much power without consequence or opposition.

“GET HIM OUT OF HERE!” The patrons cheered in unison.

Unfazed by his squirming, the three bears carried Monty out of the pub while Bee and Dee watched with their haunting smiles. He snapped at the hands holding him, but his jaw remained slightly out of reach. They lifted him high in the air before throwing him like a child bored with their doll. His head slammed into the swinging door, and his body skidded across the muddy streets. Monty struggled to lift himself. Elbows wobbled beneath him until they gave out, making him splash in the mud again. The quiet snickers from the people outside the pub refueled his anger.

“Those fuckers owe me money!” Monty roared.

“Get out of here ‘for we show ya how outsiders are really treated,” One of the bears warned. The group of three returned to their masters.

The gator seethed, digging his claws into the earth. Fuck them. Fuck everyone in this damn snobby city. Back in Fright, an establishment could go up in flames for showing disrespect like that. A broken deal meant you didn’t care about your life very much. Monty shoved the urge to practice old traditions again, knowing he’d had enough accusations on his case.

As he attempted to rise from the mud again, a hand appeared in front of his face. He looked up to see a familiar purple bunny kneeling at his level. Monty snapped his maw at Bonnie’s gesture and got up on his own. Then, Bonnie opened his arms in a playful gesture, awaiting a hug, but Monty was in no mood for his bullshit. He shoved past him, stalking away.

“Can’t leave you alone for a second,” Bonnie groaned. “I’ve been hunting you down for two days.”

Monty twisted back to yell at him, “The hell you doing here?”

“Could ask you the same thing.” Bonnie jerked his thumb at the pub behind them. “Please, don’t tell me you did something for The Barrel Boys. I warned you about their under-the-table deals.”

“You also said there would be work out here! Guess who’s sleeping in a stable cuz they can’t even afford the fucking inn!”

Bonnie’s ears drooped, and his gaze fell. “Monty, I’m-”

Monty cut off the useless apology with a scoff. Waving the bunny off, he started his way back to his lovely home sweet home. It was his fault for believing Bonnie’s whole song and dance about the capital being the best place ever. He smelled the hero complex from a mile away. Bonnie kept coming to every street match Monty fought, giving his betting wins to the gator at the night’s end no matter the insult Monty threw at him. Sang praises that he deserved so much more than entertaining gamblers. Monty allowed the kindness to pierce through his shield, and it ended with his dignity in the mud.

Glancing back, he saw Bonnie not far behind. Predictable.

“You have every right to be mad, but I’m going to make it up to you.”

Monty ignored him.

“Got a proposition for you. Come back to my place so we can talk.”

When Monty still didn’t respond, he heard Bonnie run. He pulled Monty back so they’d face each other.

“Come on, mate. You can wash up and have my bed for the night.”

“I don’t need a knight to save me,” Monty growled, pushing Bonnie and leaving a muddy handprint on his shiny chest plate.

Bonnie rolled his eyes. “You forced my hand. The Queen has requested your presence.”

His maw opened to say something smart until Bonnie’s statement hit him. The fact that the most influential person in Plexian was aware of his presence was the worst news he’s heard today. Did those Barrel assholes rat him out to cover their tracks? Using his silence against him, Bonnie pushed him to start walking in another direction.

“In the cart, scale tail. Just got my horse groomed.”

They spent most of the ride arguing for Monty to stop touching Bonnie’s things. If the fluffbutt didn’t want to at least buy him a drink for his troubles, he’d have to deal with Monty finding entertainment elsewhere. Bonnie allowed one stop to get Monty’s things from the inn’s stables because they were on “a serious mission” that he wouldn’t talk about until they were alone.

Freshly washed, dressed in Bonnie’s spare clothes. Monty let out a relaxed breath as he settled into the hand-carved rocking chair.

“Tea?” Bonnie asked as he fed the fire.

“Anything stronger?”

“Not tonight.”

“Cmon, let me drink before the queen orders my execution.”

To his surprise, Bonnie didn’t react to his teasing. Instead, he stared blankly into the fire without scolding or a snippy comeback. Monty leaned forward. “Bon?”

“My father called for me. I’m going to war.”

Monty found himself on his feet, walking to Bonnie. He reached out but pulled back, unsure how to comfort his friend, if he even wanted that. So, he sat next to him.

“When did it happen?”

“During the last campaign for the Queen, he sent a letter. I saw the horrors that awaited me by just looking that messenger in the eye. Father said it was time for me to help end the war.”

“What about your cushy palace job? Isn’t that important?”

“Not to him. In his mind, I’d be the next General. Now the Queen is angered that I’m refusing to stay for the prince.” Bonnie broke his gaze from the fire to stare Monty deep in his eyes. “I vouched for you to take my place and become his personal guard.”

“What?” Monty felt a chill run along his spine. “You didn’t.”

“She’s threatened to send him away. If the people believe their future king fled during a time of war, they’ll never trust him. His own mother is going to sabotage his reign.”

Monty scrambled onto his feet. “That has nothing to do with me!”

Bonnie chased after him. “I know we haven’t been acquainted for long, but I’m begging you, Montgomery. I need someone I trust to watch over him.”

“You have to be fucking insane!” Monty balled up his fist, wanting to hit anything, everything. “When you said you’d help me, I didn’t think you’d throw me to the wolves!”

“It’s the best job you could get!”

“Someone like me won’t survive the pompous bullshit of royalty! You think I’m gonna let some rich boy push me around cuz he still needs a babysitter?”

“Freddy isn’t like the others. He’s- he’s-!” Bonnie grabbed his ears, tugging them harshly, “He’s my best friend!”

Monty crossed his arms, looking at the window instead of Bonnie. What did any of that matter to him? Ever since he’s stepped foot in this place, the locals haven’t given him a reason to stick around. Especially when Bonnie’s kind words about the royal family seemed forceful, like it strained him to say it. Well, now that Monty thought about it, he never acted like that when praising this, Prince Freddy. More genuine than something required for the job. A sniffle made him peek back at Bonnie, watching him quickly wipe his tears from his cheeks. Shit. Monty’s never seen the damn bunny do anything but smile. If protecting the prince meant this much to him...

“What makes him so special?” Monty mumbled.

Bonnie choked out a laugh. “As idiotic as it may sound, he’s kind. I’ve watched this man suffer because of his family, yet he pulled through with a loving heart. This damn place may have a chance if he gets the crown.”

“Don’t know much ’bout your kings, but as long as he’s not whiny or demanding, I’m sure he’ll be fine.”

Bonnie sighed. “I know I’m asking for a lot, but I trust you.”

“You really shouldn’t.”

“If you come with me to the castle tomorrow and still refuse, I’ll accept it.”

Monty pinched between his eyes, knowing he’d regret this. “Fine.”

Bonnie tackled him in a hug. “So honorable, Sir Montgomery!”

“Agh! Get off me, fluffy!”

They wrestled for a bit until Monty gave into his embrace. Bonnie laughed, patting Monty’s back.

“Better get some rest for the big day. The bed’s in there.” He jabbed his thumb at the small room in the corner before settling in his chair.

“Nah, getcha ass in there. I’m not taking it.”

“You’re a guest.”

“Hardly.”

“I haven’t been sleeping much lately, so…” Bonnie shrugged.

Monty saw a peek of the world bearing on the freshly minted knight with that tiny crack of emotion earlier. He wondered how often Bonnie replaced his sorrow with a joke or a gleaming smile. Coping like that would drown someone eventually. It was just a prettier version of Monty's actions: letting the anger hide his true feelings.

Pulling Bonnie off the chair, Monty used the surprise to throw him on the bed. Bonnie tried to protest, but Monty squeezed next to him, resting his head on his arms.

“You can tell me everything or nothing, but let it out.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Look, we both know the ugliness that’s waiting out there. You can’t fight for your life if you don’t clear your head. So come to terms with it before it eats you alive.”

He watched Bonnie blink, unable to process the forbidden. Not all soldiers and knights were cold-hearted, but they tried to ingrain that shit into your mind. That vulnerability could put you or the people you’re trying to protect at risk, so you got the job done and moved on. From the way Bonnie talked about this prince, he assumed that he became the outlet for the bunny. Tonight, Monty could take a turn and open a space for Bonnie to show his humanity.

Bonnie laid back, holding his hands over his face. First, a few sniffles broke through. Then, his body heaved with heartbreaking sobs. Bonnie curled into Monty’s side, allowing Monty to wrap an arm around him. Neither attempted to separate, even when Bonnie fell quiet, and they finally drifted off to sleep.

~ ~ ~ ~

Unfortunately, Monty’s kindness only earned him a wake-up call before the sun peaked over the horizon. Bonnie forced him to clean up his cheap armor like it would somehow impress the Queen. He’d even let Monty borrow one of his nicest tunics gifted by the late King Fredrick IV. It meant nothing to Monty, but he followed every instruction, too tired to fight. Plus, if he promised to remain presentable, Bonnie would allow him to sleep in the cart on the way there.

Aside from dozing off every once in a while, Monty imagined what awaited him in the palace. He’d heard fairytale-like stories in his youth by the older kids, bragging about how they’ve seen the riches of Plexian on their travels. Fabrics of the softest material dripped with sparkling jewels. Men and women with painted faces like the old ladies that hollered at the boys walking through Fright Forest. Food. It didn’t matter what kind. The fact that they had food at all perplexed the young gator, who hunted for scraps every day. Now, he knew the capital gained their riches through corruption and secret dealings with the black market, yet he secretly wanted to ask Bonnie to confirm these childhood rumors. Today, he’d find out himself.

“Almost there! We’re passing through the market,” Bonnie announced.

Monty jumped out of the carriage to explore for himself, so Bonnie slowed the horse’s pace to a brisk trot. Nothing at the beginning of the city's border looked out of the ordinary. The people in Plexian dressed better than residents of his home, but the noble clowns were probably closer to the palace in the distance. He eyed all the goods that no merchant would dare display so willingly in other towns. Shades of rusty spices tickled his nose. Jewels glittered under the sun as the seller praised the pieces to people passing by, lifting them in the air. Monty knew a few pieces were nothing more than cut glass with just a glance. Floral scents floated on the early morning breeze, drawing him to the small stand. The merchant wore a strange mask with a painted smile and a long black robe. They remained silent while presenting their small selection with a wave of their arm. A human hand peeked out of the end of their sleeve.

Monty felt bad leaving their stand even if the person’s aura sent chills down his spine. He knew humans had a hard time surviving out in the world because of the legends about them. It couldn’t be any more accessible in the capital, which he assumed is why they hid like this. Swiping up a bouquet of pink flowers, Monty gave the merchant the last of his silver pieces. They tried to only keep one, but Monty waved them off and returned to Bonnie’s side. It seemed they needed it more than he did.

“Aw, for me, my sweet Montgomery?” Bonnie fluttered his eyes.

“Tsk, ’fraid not. Felt like I should get something for the Queen. Don’t the royals love gifts and stuff?”

“Well, she does like pink. I’m sure the carnations will be a nice touch to the study.” But under his breath, he added, “There’s no pleasing that woman.”

Great. Not even inside the castle, and Monty was already messing up due to the bullshit of royal etiquette. He tossed them into the cart. There was no point in offending the woman even more, knowing she’d be unimpressed by his existence.

At the gate, guards glared down at them, and one yelled down, “State your purpose!”

“Have you forgotten me already? It’s only been a few days!” Bonnie joked. He groaned when none of them responded, puffing up his chest dramatically. “I, Sir Bonnibel, and I have brought Sir Montgomery to have an audience with the Queen.”

The guards chittered amongst themselves for a bit, leaving them at the gate.

“Usually take this long?” Monty asked.

“Sometimes. They have to confirm my story is true even though,” Bonnie raised his voice to a yell, “all the guards should’ve known about the newcomer! Maybe show up to the briefings once in a while!”

Monty snickered at his rebellious behavior. Maybe Bonnie wasn’t lying about being beloved by the castle staff if they let him act like that. The sound of creaking metal echoed as the two large iron gates opened for them. Dirt road transformed into pristine gray stones, creating an elegant path to the main entrance: a pair of ornate dark stained wooden doors. In the center of the courtyard, a marble fountain sprayed glittering water to the sun, sprinkling his skin as it rode the breeze. He found himself admiring the emerald hues in the trees and bushes that sprouted flowers and fruits he couldn’t comprehend, let alone name. Nature never shared its beauty in the dark-shrouded swamps back home.

Monty turned to see Bonnie chatting with some other guard, but a short white bear behind them started leading the horse away. Or he tried to since the horse refused to move from the tree with a low-hanging apple. Monty stomped over to the little thief.

“Where you going?” Monty grabbed the little guy by the back of his shirt.

He gasped, cowering from Monty’s bared teeth. “I’m sorry, mister! What have I done wrong?”

Bonnie grabbed his shoulder. “Montgomery, stop! That’s my squire, Helpy!”

Monty obeyed, releasing Helpy back on his shaky legs.

“Sorry, bud.” Bonnie ruffled the tuff of hair on Helpy’s head. “This is Herald, but we call him Helpy. This is my new friend, Montgomery.”

“He was taking my stuff,” Monty grumbled.

“I always take the horse to the stables. No stealing here! I have to follow an honor code, so I’ll be a great knight like Sir Bonnibel!” Helpy’s eyes glittered as he praised Bonnie.

“That’s right. Why don’t you show Monty the stables while I get everything ready for the grand entrance.” Bonnie pointed at Monty. “Play nice.”

Monty shrugged. “No promises.”

Helpy kept glancing back at him, waiting for another surprise attack, but Monty walked a few feet away to admire the details of the castle's architecture. He noticed how quiet the place seemed to be compared to the stories about the old king. Though he knew little of the lineage or history, everyone had mentioned the maniacal laughter heard throughout the halls. You wanted Fredrick to be laughing, people warned, or else his boredom led to cruelty. The Queen must’ve cleaned the place up when her husband died, and it made him wonder if the silence brought comfort after years of parties. In his opinion, too much quiet gave the dark thoughts more power.

Monty’s pace slowed to a stop, feeling his skin prickle at the sense that something was watching him. His eyes scanned the nearby tower until he found a figure at the top. Clouds above opened up to release the shining sun. In the halo of the light, cape floating gently in the wind, a bear decorated in noble clothing stared down at him. Monty felt time slow down as they held each other’s gaze, seeing the wonderment on the bear’s face. The desire to climb the tower for a closer look battled his need to stay in this magical moment forever. His eyes traveled a few more inches to see the slight glimmer of gold upon the bear’s head. Monty’s almost choked, realizing this could be the prince, yet it did not stop him from offering a small wave. Despite the height difference, Monty watched his face break out into the biggest smile he’s ever seen and returned the gesture.

A muffled sound spooked the bear, making him jerk and turn quickly towards the sound. He glanced back at Monty before approaching whoever spoke to him. Monty lingered in the same spot in case he came back to the ledge. It took a few seconds to shake off the trance, remembering he had a meeting soon. Then, as he stalked back to the front of the castle, the thought of squires and stables long forgotten, Monty hoped the prince would be at the introduction. If that bear was him. If not, he’d search every acre for the person that enamored him helpless.

Bonnie saw him from the now open castle doors and waved him over. “You ready?”

“Ready to get it over with,” he complained.

“I’ll take it.”

Whatever silly feelings Monty had in his chest were extinguished at the doors of the throne room. An intimidating aura radiated into the hallway, tightening his muscles and preparing them for battle. In the corner of his eyes, he even saw the effect on Bonnie; he straightened his spine and wiped any hint of emotion off his face. Monty’s friend disappeared to let Sir Bonnibel take control.

His voice became monotone with an icy edge. “Bow and stay quiet until she addresses you.”

For once, Monty listened without a snide comment. He heard someone announce their names on the other side, and then the guards pulled the doors open. Queen Charis perched on her throne and stared down both men as they approached her and bowed. Her petite figure shouldn’t be able to fill the gigantic seat with just her presence alone, yet her power suffocated the room. It impressed him. How else could she survive a male-dominated world determined to destroy her confidence? Queens bared the children, not the weight of the crown.

The slight narrowness of her eyes gave off a look of dissatisfaction at the sight of Monty. He lowered his gaze to the floor, noticing the shimmer of jewels sewn into the fabric of her gown. Material possessions and appearances mattered most, he reminded himself. She probably didn’t want a measly street urchin, who couldn’t afford real armor, let alone the pieces he barely had on his body.

“So, this is the champion meant to replace you?” The Queen asked stiffly.

“Yes, Your Majesty. Sir Montgomery has protected nobles and peasants outside the Plexian borders.”

“Sir? Are you knighted, Montgomery?” she questioned.

“No, not officially, Your Majesty,” he answered honestly.

“Yes, I believe the noble family that had sponsored you banished you for stealing.” A taunting smile graced Queen Charis’ face.

Monty felt Bonnie wince beside him at the news, knowing he should’ve shared that information before coming into this meeting. It was a blight of his past that he’d rather forget. Monty didn’t consider the bastards living in the Phantom Manor nobles, but their wealth from founding the black market gave them enough power to claim so. His fists clenched at the reminder of their lies, haunting him wherever he tried to start a new chapter. Breathing in deeply, he pushed his anger to his feet, not allowing those fuckers to take another opportunity away again.

“I understand how you must feel hearing those rumors. I was a dumb kid looking for a home, and I promise that incident changed me for the better. You have every right not wanting someone from Fright Forest to live within your fancy walls or be near Prince Fredrick, but I’m asking that you let me show the worth of my character rather than hearing some tall tales.”

She tilted her head to the side, eyeing him carefully. “Why do you want this position?”

“The offer of a stable job would attract anyone, especially with my track record. However,” Monty clasped a hand on Bonnie’s shoulder, “I’m here to help a friend. Sir Bonnibel has given me the chance to find a better life in Plexian. I want to repay him for his generosity.”

“I see.” Queen Charis stood and stepped down to their level. “You have intrigued me, Montogomery. I’ll allow Bonnibel to try this little experiment. But, before he is to depart for the war front, he will set up a few trials to show your skills. If you manage to impress me, you may have a chance to earn my son’s trust. In the end, he’ll have to accept you.”

Monty nodded. “I am prepared for the challenge.”

“Would Your Majesty allow me to inform His Highness about the changes?” Bonnie requested.

Queen Charis agreed. As Bonnie took his leave to find the prince, the Queen signaled someone behind Monty to come closer. When he turned, he saw the young squire, Helpy, that he had scared earlier. So Helpy approached apprehensively and stood next to Monty.

“Herald will be at your assistance while you stay here. Please show Montgomery to his quarters.”

“Yes, my Queen.” Herald—poor thing had two awful names—bowed and led Monty away from the throne room. He remained quiet while they zigzagged through the halls.

Monty couldn’t believe his eyes when he walked into the room. The only place he ever called his own was a shack in the swamps that qualified more like a closet than a home. His possessions were piled carefully on the table near a stained-glass window. His bed stretched out yet didn’t take up every inch of the floor. He glided his hand over the silk material of the bedding, and he slid into it, groaning at the softness enveloping him.

Helpy cleared his throat. “Excuse me, my lord.”

“Ha! I ain’t no lord. Just call me Monty. What happened to the little chatterbox I met outside?”

“I have to be professional for the Queen.”

“Well... she’s not here.”

“I guess you’re right. Um, Monty, would you like a vase for the flowers?”

Damn it. Monty had forgotten his gift after seeing that bear in the tower. If it was Prince Fredrick, he’d definitely need these more than the Queen once he heard Bonnie’s news. Lifting himself from the comfort of the bed, Monty grabbed the carnations off the table and handed them to Helpy.

“Give these to the prince. Consider it a hello from me, I guess.”

Helpy saluted him. “Will do!” He scurried out of the room.

~ ~ ~ ~

“Please tell me this isn’t true.” Freddy held his head in between his hands, trembling.

“I wish it wasn’t,” Bonnie said. He held his hands out, just a little out of reach, not knowing which comfort tactic to try first. Seeing Freddy in this condition frightened him.

He started pacing. “We can fix this. If mother writes to your father, maybe that will convince him to let you stay.”

“Your mother already tried to convince me, but you know I can’t abandon my duties.”

“Then, I’ll go with you.”

“What?”

Freddy grabbed his forearms, pulling him close. “I cannot expect you or anyone else to fight for my kingdom when I stay hidden in the safety of the castle.”

“Stop it! You’re talking nonsense!” Bonnie cried. The simple thought of his friend out in the trenches sent tears down his face. “You’re not ready for war!”

“You have said countless times that I need to escape my cage. Like you, I cannot abandon my duties as the future king.”

Bonnie held on to his shoulders, shaking him slightly. “Not like this, Freddy. You will do life-changing things for Plexian one day, but you have to stay alive.”

“But that doesn’t mean you have to die!” Freddy sobbed. He pulled Bonnie into a hug, crying into his shoulder, soaking his tunic with a waterfall of tears. “I can’t lose you!”

Bonnie squeezed his friend—no, he meant much more than that—tighter despite Freddy shaking in his arms. “C’mon, Fredster, have a little faith. I’ll come home to you.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep. My heart is already broken.”

He swallowed his own sobs that threatened to spill out of his mouth. Bonnie allowed himself to feel sorry over his drafting, and there was still time to unleash his sorrow in privacy, but now it was Freddy’s turn. Bonnie wanted Freddy to release the frustration in any way he needed. If Freddy wanted to hit Bonnie, scream, or hide from the world, Bonnie would stand there and let it all happen. He just hoped the mourning didn’t last long. They couldn’t waste the small window of time they had left.

“You’ll be taken care of.” Bonnie pulled away to see Freddy’s face. “You won’t even notice I’m gone.”

Freddy sniffed. “I rather have no guard at all. He won’t be you.”

“Don’t say that. Monty is a bit rough around the edges, but he’s a softie at heart. Give him a moment to settle in.” He sighed. “Which reminds me to check on him soon.”

“You should go. Mother can be tense with strangers.”

“I don’t want to leave you like this.” Bonnie pressed their foreheads together, but Freddy moved away.

Freddy pulled out a handkerchief and gently wiped Bonnie’s cheeks. “Go. I need a little time to process this.”

“Right, of course.” He forced Freddy to sit on his bed. “Rest, and I’ll come right back.”

Bonnie stopped at the door and glanced back at Freddy, and he waved weakly. Once Bonnie left, Freddy counted to thirty before breaking down again, muffling his cries by hiding his face in his hands. A part of him knew a day like this would come. For centuries, Afton’s threat lingered over the heads of his forefathers. Why did this man have to strike during his reign? Freddy felt like falling to his knees to beg the universe to spare Bonnie from this fate. He didn’t doubt his friend’s defense skills against other soldiers if those under Afton’s rule were still considered people. The horror stories of his evil and cruelty terrified Freddy, and the image of Bonnie in that monster’s clutches nauseated him.

A knock startled him. Quickly, he used the handkerchief to clean his face. “Give me a moment!”

He opened the door. “Oh, hello, Helpy.”

“Good day, Your Highness! I have a gift for you!” Helpy presented a bouquet of pink carnations to Freddy, beaming.

Freddy took them, his eyes widening in awe. “From who?”

“The new knight, Monty. Said this was a hello from him. I thought flowers were presents for lady friends! He’s a strange gator.”

Gator? The image of the alligator in gardens bloomed in Freddy’s mind. He had been so shocked at the sight of him that he couldn’t help but stare at the stranger. Unfortunately, due to Mother’s protectiveness, Freddy couldn’t step a toe outside the castle walls without a battalion to chaperone him. After all these years, he memorized every detail of his home, including the people staffed throughout the palace. He had become friendly with most of them, but sometimes it felt like they put up with him because he was a prince. Although they could never, they’d have to face his mother’s wrath if they made him upset.

Something felt different when he locked eyes with this Monty. Something exciting and new. Maybe because he was a stranger with stories from the world beyond Freddy’s gilded cage. Or the fact Monty sent him such a sincere gift without knowing him. Freddy was tired of the useless sparking junk offered as gifts. In reality, they showed off a person’s wealth or hid it as a bribe to receive a favor from the royal family. These simple, beautiful flowers felt like they were meant for him as a person, not his crown.

Freddy brought the delicate petals to his nose, sniffing the calming floral scent. Mother would hide Monty until she approved, but what about his judgments? Would there ever come a day he could use his own voice? Make his own choices? He couldn’t stop the world from taking his beloved Bonnie, but he could control who dared to take his place. Freddy didn’t want to wait weeks to thank Monty in person or see him again. Instead, he leaned closer to Helpy.

“Can you help me with a secret mission, Sir Helpy?”

He bounced on his feet in excitement. “A secret mission! For the prince!”

Freddy beamed. “Listen closely...”

#fnaf fanfic #freddy x monty #monteddy #fnaf royal au #fnaf security breach #fnafsb #a little bit of fronnie and gatorbun #couldn't resist

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apompkwrites · 3 years

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I just read your story, the one with Xiao and Albedo, its really good! I love it! Is it ok if you do the same thing but with Kaeya, Zhongli, Childe and Diluc version. I can see how excited these guys are since Kaeya first appeared is clapping his hand, the way Childe call Lumine 'Hey Girlie', Zhongli with how handsome he is especially his eyes and with Diluc how mysterious he is when he appeared out of nowhere

Feel free to do it if you're not busy or you can ignore this :3

reader impact || first meeting cont.

series masterlist characters: kaeya, diluc, childe genre: fluff summary: a game has been released entitled genshin impact, consisting of otherworldly abilities relying on the basic elements of nature. the game follows the story of an interdimensional traveling twin in search of their other half. along this journey, they meet different characters that live in this world. including you. notes: i’m glad you liked it! i’m having a lot of fun writing these so expect some more coming out :D i plan on doing more first meeting hcs and then branching off to other scenarios, so if there’s something specific, please request it! also, i’ve already done one for zhongli!

kaeya's playthrough -

he's more of a variety streamer, honestly.

most of his viewers watch him because of his carefree nature (as well as his looks).

obviously, he'd do a bunch of drinking streams whenever he could where he would just talk to his viewers about whatever came to mind.

during those streams, his viewers often try to ask him questions, which are only answered in vague statements.

his gaming streams are pretty rare compared to his chatting streams, but they're there nonetheless.

his viewers jump when they hear he's planning on playing genshin impact.

just neverending messages about a character they are convinced he will love.

he's so tempted to ask but decides not to, wanting to learn who this mystery character is on his own.

honestly, he was expecting you to appear way later in the story.

he's very interested in the looming threat of stormterror.

his character lands on the ground and he leans back to watch the cutscene play.

then he hears footsteps and sees his character look to someone offscreen.

this man practically LUNGES INTO HIS MONITOR WHEN THE CAMERA PANS UP TO YOU.

you walk in clapping at a calculated pace, which is when he leans forward and stares at your character model.

"i can't believe you have the power to stand up against that dragon... that said, are you a new ally... or a new storm?"

"oh, hun, i can be whatever you want me to be."

HE'S ALREADY FLIRTING WITH YOU PLEASE HIS CHAT IS IN HYSTERICS-

he knows his chat is freaking out, so he turns to the camera and sends his signature smirk.

"now i know why you guys wanted me to play this so bad."

"(name), kaeya, you've come at the right time. we must..."

"now now, don't forget to introduce us."

"oh... right. this is (name), our cavalry captain. these two are travelers from afar."

"ooh, they're a person in charge, too?"

HE KNOWS WHAT HE'S DOING TO HIS CHAT BUT THEY HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU DO TO HIM.

he genuinely likes you. like genuinely. he's fallen deep and he doesn't plan on leaving anytime soon.

if your costume has that long v-neck like his does...

hOO BOY HE'S THANKING EVERY DEVELOPER OF THIS GAME.

anyway, he's heard that there are characters you can only obtain throguh wishes, so he's kind of nervous to find out if that's the case with you.

he just really wants you in his party so y'all can be mysterious together.

"let me show you how the knights of favonius conquer our adversaries!"

"oh, yes. please do."

his viewers can and will make compilations of him flirting with you.

ngl, he's looking forward to those.

sometimes, your voice gets all quiet and he melts when he hears that.

he will pay to have voicelines of you flirting with him--

when he enters your trial domain, he will purposely avoid completing it just in case he doesn't get to keep you.

he sees some of his viewers talking about how you're a bad character and that the other characters are so much better.

too bad, they're banned now.

no (name) slander in his chat, thank you very much.

he loves your quips whenever he uses your elemental skill.

he loves you even more if those quips are puns based on your element.

finally, he's nearing the end of your domain. when that happens, he will slowly turn towards the camera and stare.

"if they aren't a permanent member on my team, this'll be the last stream of genshin."

"let's continue our adventure, shall we?"

obtained (name): a thinker in the knights of favonius with a somewhat exotic appearance.

"okay, so we'll continue streaming genshin soon."

he'll put you in the first slot of his party, moving his traveler character to the second.

his streams will always include him flirting with you, even if you don't reply.

diluc's playthrough -

his streams are mainly bartending based, so he likes mixing drinks on stream for his viewers.

he doesn't drink them, though. he gives them out to his friends and family once the stream is over.

it's pretty rare for him to play games but he'll do an occasional gaming stream if his friends and family don't want any drinks.

his chat always makes fun of him because he's a bartender that doesn't like the taste of alcohol.

he's very blunt, so he's not afraid to drop a game immediately if he isn't interested.

in fact, that's almost what he did with genshin.

it's not like the game is bad or anything, diluc just didn't care for it because of all the hype his chat shared.

he keeps playing, though, because someone promised he would really enjoy a character that comes up in the prologue.

granted, it's over an hour or so but it doesn't matter--

when he gets to the domain teaching him how to use cryo, he hates every minute of it.

he hates the character he's given and just wants to leave.

the demo character is one he doesn't really care for, especially because he's the type of person he dislikes coming to the bars he works at.

his chat is laughing at him when they reach the end because the cutscene continues with the character he hates.

he feels a bit better when he learns the abyss mage is in the domain because he gets to see and hear something that isn't the cryo character.

then he meets you.

you run into the domain out of nowhere, quickly defeating the abyss mage and tossing it towards the corner.

"knights of favonius... always so inefficient."

his chat goes insane when your character appears, especially because of how dumbfounded diluc looks.

he's known for not really emoting and it's the same case for this scene. however, his chat knows he is in love with your character.

he takes a few minutes when he's kicked out of the domain but he clears his throat and looks over at the camera.

"i'll be streaming this game again soon when the others don't want any drinks."

YOU SINGLEHANDEDLY SAVED THIS GAME FROM BEING TOSSED AWAY WITHIN A MINUTE OF APPEARING

THE POWER YOU HOLD OVER THIS MAN AND HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME--

cut to after he's stolen the lyre and is sent to the tavern.

he's a bit excited because he gets to visit mondstadt's tavern but then--

"master (name), this is this week's accounts."

"they're back."

HE'S SO NONCHALANT BUT WE ALL KNOW HE'S FREAKING OUT

he gets second-hand embarrassment when venti talks to you asking for the... least conspicuous table.

he's kinda sad when your character is suspicious of him, but he understands.

when the knights leave the tavern, he really wants venti to just shut up.

please you're embarrassing the man.

when he hears how you feel about him joining the knights, he is so willing to quit--

man just wants you to be proud of him and trust him :((

he's relieved to hear that you will help him and you don't hate him.

please give him validation--

childe's playthrough -

man is still rich he can do whatever he wants.

his gaming streams would definitely be pvp based games. honestly, just any game where he can fight someone, he'll play.

his chat also has a few little games they like to play together like guessing what the hell this man does to have so much money--

also his siblings crash in on his streams sometimes :D

those are pretty much the only times you'll see him be soft and not so competitive.

teucer likes crashing his streams to show off his plushies :))

anyway, genshin time!

he definitely tried to fight paimon the first time he loaded the game.

please expect lots of genshin stream from this guy because he needs to make his team deal the highest damage he can get.

also his wallet doesn't even have a dent in it despite all of the money he's spent on characters and weapons.

please sir what do you do for all that money

ok so onto your first meeting

he was really excited when the exuvia fell during the rite of descension because he thought he would get to fight whoever killed the great archon of liyue.

he really wanted to fight the millelith but then his chat convinced him to dodge them first.

one of his viewers explains that there's a character they know he'll like and he was very... intriguied to say the least.

he moves forward in his chair once his character is heard by the millelith, prepared to fight the various soldiers surrounding him.

"hang on, sweetheart. i've got this."

this man will squeal when you flip over the stairs in front of his character.

he doesn't know who you are and what you do but he knows for a fact that you are his new favorite character.

you take down all of the guards in two seconds, leaving him (and his in-game character) dumbfounded.

"come with me."

"o-okay..."

he's smitten.

he absolutely loves the way your character fights even if he met you about... a minute ago.

his siblings definitely come into his room to check on him because he's so quiet.

once he realizes you're a part of the harbingers, he's even more obsessed.

he hates the options the game gives him when he needs to respond because 2/3 of them are insulting you.

anyway he really likes listening to your voice.

he will give anything to hear you call him sweetheart again.

his chat informs him that the traveler he chose changed the nickname you give him, which makes him very happy.

when you send him off to talk to the other adepti, he's kind of disappointed he doesn't get to hang out with you.

but when he gets back to you...

"welcome back, sweetheart. how was your trip to jueyun karst?"

HE'S SOFT ALL OVER AGAIN PLEASE KEEP CALLING HIM SWEETHEART!!!

when he learns you're rich just like him... he gets all pouty. his chat, of course, wants to know why.

"... i want to be able to spoil her."

PLEASE HE'S SO IN LOVE WITH YOU <3

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hispipsqueak · 3 years

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Burned

Enji Todoroki x F!Reader - NSFW

A/N: So @cozykozume wanted me to name this “Cooling Down the Fire Daddy” so there’s that. Anyways, in case you didn’t know, I LOVE Enji Todoroki....like an extraordinary amount. Which is hilarious, because I started the series hating him but I digress. So here’s one of my favorite things I’ve written and also one of the longest posts because I just...I am just so soft for this man. <3 Pip

WC: 4.5K

TW: unprotected sex, feelings, slight size kink, oral (f receiving), drunk sex, slight angst if you squint, slight authority kink (good girl etc.)

H/N = Hero Name

When you stepped into the meeting that morning you weren't sure what to expect.

"Welcome back!" Midnight's cheery voice cut through the air, her eyes bright. You smiled at her as the rest of your colleagues responded with a variation of greetings and welcome's. You had been on a six month long mission across the globe and arrived back yesterday. Though you were slightly jetlagged, you were ready to throw yourself back in the grind of hero work.

As you took your seat your eyes roamed to the largest figure in the room. Endeavor had stayed silent, his eyes trained on the brief documents in front of him. Hell, you weren't even sure if he had noticed you had returned. Your heart sank slightly.

What did you expect? It had been six months, six long, confusing months since that night of booze and desire. Six months since you had felt his large hands wrapped around your body, his lips pressed against your neck hungrily as you grinded against him.

Fuck. You cut another glance at him. His eyes were narrowed as he read over the papers in front of him and his face was in it's permanent scowl. If he noticed you at all, he was doing a good job hiding it.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Hawks swaggering in the room.

"Hey h/n! Long time, no see! How was the mission?" He called out, pulling you into a friendly hug. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Enji shift.

"Great. Managed to bust the kingpin and shut the entire operation down. Glad to be back though". You smiled back at the winged hero. He nodded, before taking his seat right next to the flame hero.

"Mornin' Endeavor!" his cheery voice rang out.

Enji grumbled a greeting, his eyes not looking up

Eraserhead cleared his throat from the head of the table.

"Let's get started."

You couldn't help zoning out as the dark haired hero discussed the current mission. You forced your eyes to stare at the file in front of you and not the man across from you. You were so focused, you almost didn't hear your name.

"H/N, you will be working with Endeavor."

Your eyes widened, and your head snapped up. You finally dared to look at Enji who's expression hadn't changed. As Eraser concluded the meeting, you steeled your nerves and walked to the flame hero.

"Endeavor, I-"

He cut you off.

"Train. I will not be dragged down by you because you haven't sparred properly in six months."

Your demeanor steeled.

“I wasn’t just partying it up over there. I was working.”

If he cared, it didn’t register on his face. His turquoise eyes were fixed at the spot above you instead of meeting yours. Without another word, he turned to leave. You felt your face grow hot. Determined to not show emotion, you pursed your lips, grabbing your things to head back to your apartment.

---

“Endeavor, you lucky dog.”

Endeavor looked up from the paperwork on his desk with a bored expression.

“What are you talking about Hawks?” His voice was tinged with annoyance as he looked back down to the documents from the intel team.

“Stop pretending you aren’t thrilled to be working with H/N. She’s the BEST, and between you and me, she’s definitely one of the most beautiful heroes.” The blonde faux-whispered, tossing back his head in a chuckle. Endeavor fixed him with an aggravated stare.

“I have no desire to work with H/N. She has been on a mission for 6 months, so we are at a disadvantage anyway, since I doubt she was actually working all of that time. Especially since her behavior is comparable to yours.”

Hawks cocked a bushy brow.

“Deny it all you want, big guy. Your body language is different when you’re around her. You should ask her out. I’m sure she’d say yes. Some girls like the mean and broody type.”

Smoke emitted from the corner of Endeavor’s desk, where his hand rested. Clearing his throat, he attempted to put it out, but not before the annoying bird hero noticed.

With a smirk, Hawks headed towards the door.

“Don’t screw this up, Endeavor!”

----

What Hawks didn’t know is Enji had already screwed this up. Before you left, six long months ago, you and Endeavor were on relatively friendly terms. Well as friendly as one can be with the hotheaded flame hero. It was you that convinced him to go out that night with the other pro-heroes. And when the night ended, he had walked you home.

Surprisingly, he could be a gentleman when he wanted to be.

The walk home had been quiet, though you and Enji both had a bit to drink. Emboldened by the alcohol, you finally had turned to him.

“Enji, why do you try to push us away?”

Your boldness surprised him. It wasn’t a surprise he could come off a bit stoic, at best. Yet no one, especially newer heroes, called him out on this behavior. It was just “how he was”. Before he could stop himself he blurted out,

“I don’t wish to hurt people anymore.”

His face heated up and you could see a crimson blush rising up towards his ears. In that moment, you could see a glimpse of Enji, not Endeavor.

This wasn’t to say Enji wasn’t attractive. Yet, him exposing himself, allowing vulnerability? That made your heart jump in your chest. Turning away, you thought about what he meant. You knew his family had been estranged from him, his kids not a frequent presence in his life. You had seen a few gossip magazines detailing how his kids often avoided their childhood home, and you had read about Rei’s hospitalization. You imagined how lonely he must feel, though if there was truth to any of those rumors, you could see why they would be wary.

“This is your home, yes?”

His voice broke your train of thought. You looked up and realized all too soon the two of you were outside your door. Your hand rested on the door handle and you imagined him sitting in a quiet living room, a house empty.

“Would you like to come in for a bit?” Your voice was squeaky and unsure and you were surprised when he grunted in affirmation.

Wordlessly he followed you into the apartment. Somehow, without speaking, you could both feel it. The loneliness that bonded you, the freedom of being vulnerable in the dark blanket of the night, these moments allowing you to breathe and just be without expectation and titles. Because here, you weren’t pro-heroes, you were yourselves, seeking the tiny bits of comfort the other could provide.

As you entered the apartment, the silence between you intensified. Your stomach was buzzing with nerves and as you looked up at him, you could feel the anticipation of who would break first. His hands found your hips and pulled you towards him, and soon his lips were on yours. He tasted like the scotch he had been drinking, warm and rich. His hands were hot where they met your skin, and you pressed closer in his embrace. Rough stubble scratched at your skin and you kissed him deeper, desperately wanting to let him in and lose yourself in him at the same time.

Your back pressed against the wall, and his fingers grazed the bottom of your shirt. Breathlessly you finally broke apart. Looking in each other's eyes, you unbuttoned your shirt, fingers trembling in anticipation. He took this as his cue to pull off his own, and you admired his strong muscles, littered with scars. You could feel his eyes roam your body as you undid the last button, leaving you in a simple bra and pants. His hands, hands that could throw buildings and fight villains, were gentle against your skin, slowly running over your belly to the edge of your bra. When you didn’t protest, he tugged at the clasps, letting it fall off your shoulders to the floor.

He pressed hungry kisses to your shoulder, slowly working his way down. His touches were gentle, as if you would break if he wasn’t careful and his mind raced, wanting to explore every inch of you. A soft moan escaped your lips as he nipped at your neck. Enji’s body tensed, and his grip tightened as he kissed lower, desperate to hear more of your sweet noises.

His pants were painfully tight now, and you seemed to understand, because he could feel your small fingers working the latch on his belt, tugging his slacks down and exposing the tent in his boxers. He let out a low groan as your fingers wrapped around his clothed cock. Enji was a lot bigger than anyone in general, though he never really thought about it until now, when your hand was struggling to wrap completely around his thick member.

Maneuvering his hands from your hips, he cupped your breasts, pressing aching kisses to them. He sucked bruises into your skin, and bit back a groan as your fingers found their way under his waistband. Enji wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up, and you nodded to the general area of the bedroom. Nudging the door open, he gently rested you on the bed. Sliding your pants over your hips, leaving you exposed, a thin pair of black panties being the only barrier between the redhead and your sex.

His hands gripped your things, parting you open and he placed a soft kiss on your belly. He worked his way lower, hooking his fingers under your waistband and dragging the material over your curves before tossing it off the bed. Tracing over your soft mound with his finger, he pushed open the lips of your cunt. Like a man starved, he buried his face in your pussy, his tongue devouring your slick.

Your hands gripped his red hair and he groaned into you. Pulling your legs over his shoulders, he fucked you on his tongue, before sucking your throbbing clit between his lips. Eyes rolling back, your breathy moans filled the apartment. You felt yourself climbing higher and higher, so close to euphoria as you grinded on his face.

“Fuck...delicious.” He growled into your cunt. His fingers gripped your thighs, almost painfully and the vibrations of his voice pushed you over the edge. Your thighs squeezed around his head and your back arched off the soft bed as you cried out his name. He continued his assault on your cunt, slurping down your juices as your fingers tugged his locks, gasping at the overstimulation. Still, Enji continued to drown himself in you, your sweet taste like nectar of the gods. He wanted so much more of you, to stay here for hours, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you. He could feel the muscles in your thighs tense as you came again, your body trembling from the impact.

Pulling away, he kissed your lips, the taste of you on his tongue. Your tongues entwined, as your arms wrapped around his neck, feeling the muscles of his upper back flex. Too soon and yet not fast enough he broke away, positioning himself between your legs, his massive frame towering over you. His hands rested on the bed on opposite sides of your face as he looked down at your body. Your lips were puffy from his kiss, parted slightly. Your eyes were glassy, half-lidded and hungry for more. You met his gaze and inhaled, giving him the slightest nod. He lined his cock up with your entrance, gently pushing the head in. You gasped at the stretch, and after a moment rocked your hips, spurring him to continue. Easing his cock in, he gritted his teeth at how tight your cunt wrapped around him. His hands moved to your hips as he pulled himself out of you, leaving the tip in before thrusting back into you.

Gripping your hips, he bounced you on his cock easily. Moans fell from your mouth, stuttering each time he bottomed out in you. One hand left your hip and gripped the headboard as his heavy balls smacked against your ass. Enji groaned as your legs wrapped around his waist, forcing him deeper. The headboard creaked under his force as he pounded into you, your moans of his name spurring him on, making him want to give you all of him. Your small hand ran over his chest, the dark hair soft under your fingers as you dug your nails in his skin. You felt overwhelmingly full, his thick cock filling every crevice inside you.

Enji’s fiery eyes roamed your body, watching as your breasts bounced with each thrust. He could practically see the bulge in your belly from his cock and as lewd as the scene was, there was something so beautiful about you in the throes of passion. His name dripped from your lips like a mantra and he could feel the desire, the want that you carried, begging him to give you everything he had. Your fingers danced across his muscles, a touch so intimate. A touch he hadn’t felt in years.

With a crack, the wooden headboard began to splinter as Enji unloaded into you with a shout. Your body felt heavy as he shot white ropes of cum deep inside you, some spilling out around his cock and onto your sheets. With a final groan, he stilled, slowly sliding his softening cock out of you and collapsing next to you on the bed.

It was silent, except for the sounds of both of you breathing hard, your chests rising and falling in tandem. Enji could hear his heart thumping wildly and he turned to look at you. Your eyes were closed, breathing labored but slow and you sleepily turned towards him, laying your head on his massive bicep.

The next morning, he was gone. The only evidence that the night had even happened was the crack that ran across your headboard and the glass of water on your night stand. Enji avoided you during hero meetings, always somehow on a busy patrol when you called, his assistant taking your message, yet again until you gave up trying.

When the months-long mission was offered to you, you accepted it without hesitation. Enji didn’t attempt to say goodbye.

-----

Now, Enji was torn.

There was no getting out of this. He thought about reaching out to Eraserhead to ask about working alone, though he knew the sleepy hero would ask questions he didn’t want to get into. Enji furrowed his brow as he swung again at the punching bag in front of him, taken to training in his private outdoor home gym rather than the regular hero gyms to avoid you, though you hadn’t made any more attempts to speak to him.

He jabbed at the bag. This was ridiculous. He was a pro-hero. Allowing this to interfere with his work made him weak, and Endeavor was not weak.

He wasn’t weak.

Enji threw a few more punches, shaking the sweat off as he reached for the bottle of water behind him.

“Enji.”

He stiffened.

“Enji Todoroki, I don’t know why you are ignoring me or what I did to you, but we need to talk about what happened.” Your voice was clear, stronger than it was the day of the meeting.

He took a swig from his water bottle, biding his time. Finally turning around, he faced you. You were in a simple t-shirt and track pants, probably coming from a workout yourself. Your eyes were ablaze, demanding to get answers. Enji felt a stabbing pain in his chest as he compared the image of you now, to the image of you from that night.

“I have nothing to say. We will work on this mission, and be civil to each other. That’s all.” Enji attempted to push past you and you turned on your heel.

“You know what? Fine. You want to pretend you didn’t feel anything that night? That meant nothing to you whatsoever? Was it just to hook up, get your dick wet and leave? Because you didn’t need me for that.” Your tone was angry but Enji could hear the hurt in your statements. Facing you, he glared down.

“What do you want from me? To be your boyfriend? I’m not that man. Try Hawks, he’s into that sort of nonsense. I don’t need or want this trouble in my life anymore.” Enji’s voice was hard, the tone he used for villains or the press. You searched his face, seeking the man from that night. Enji, not Endeavor.

You thought over his words. “Enji...what are you so afraid of?”

The tone of your voice shifted. Softer, easier. He remembered how he felt when you begged for him, when you showed your desire for him through each touch and kiss. He finally looked into your eyes, eyes so full of earnest curiosity. Why couldn’t you just make this easy? He swallowed hard.

Fat droplets of water splashed onto his arms, and no sooner did he notice that the sky opened up, sheets of rain pouring over the two of you. Without thinking, he gripped your hand tugging you to the house. Even though it wasn’t a far journey, you were both soaked, and he could see you shivering. Grabbing a towel from the linen closet, he wrapped it around your shoulders. You murmured a thanks, standing awkwardly in his doorway.

He reached for your hand, leading you to the laundry room. Your hands were small in his and he tried to not focus on his heartbeat that pounded in his ears.

“Wait here.” He grunted, leaving to grab clothes for both of you. He grabbed one of his, then thought better and dug around for anything Fuyumi or Rei may have left. No luck. He sighed, returning to the room where you were sitting on top of the washer.

Thrusting the clothes into your hands, he left to give you some privacy to change as he pulled on his clothes. A few minutes later he heard you giggling. You stepped out, drowning in his way too big shirt. The shirt extended nearly to your knees. The sweatpants he gave you were sliding off your hips and he glimpsed your thighs as you attempted to pull them up. Shrugging, you let them fall to the floor, your legs exposed.

“Sorry, but I don’t think they will stay on. Luckily, your shirt hides everything important.” You said, looking down. Enji mentally disagreed, since any inch of skin he could see would be burned into his brain forever.

Tossing both your clothes into the washer, he set the timer and then it was silent. You spoke first.

“I thought I did something wrong.”

Enji turned to you, Your gaze was fixed on the washing machine, though your eyes looked distant. You continued.

“I thought maybe you thought it was a drunken mistake.”

“I wasn’t drunk.”

You turned. Enji’s cerulean eyes were downcast at the laminate flooring. You opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off.

“I’m not good at this. I’m not stupid, I know the rumors about my family that people say. They aren’t all lies. I did fuck it up. I did a lot of bad, terrible things and pushed them away. Rei, and the kids...they didn’t deserve any of the pain I caused them.”

His shoulders sagged, the weight of his past overtaking him. “I did, I do love them. But I understand why they had to leave.” He sat on the small couch in the corner.

Enji felt your hand cover his, your thumb rubbing circles over his knuckles. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply.

“Enji...doing shitty things doesn’t make you a shitty person. You can’t punish yourself forever.” Your voice was soft, soothing. Enji finally met your eyes.

“I’ve already fucked that up. I fucked this up. I don’t want to hurt people I care about anymore. It’s easier this way.”

You wrapped your arms around him. The two of you made quite a sight, the smaller figure cradling the large man. You stood in front of him and he let himself relax into you, his head resting on your chest. He could smell your scent, warm and comforting, even under his shirt. Your fingers grazed his hair, holding him to you. Enji thought of the nights where he lay in bed, allowing himself to imagine your body next to him.

He was tired of being strong.

“Enji...I can’t say everything will be perfect. But punishing yourself before it starts isn’t going to do anything but cause more pain.”

He could feel your heartbeat, a steady rhythm that matched his breathing. He was aware of his hands around your body, your soft strokes in his hair. He thought about how it would feel to have your touches, hold you in his arms every day, every night.

Enji allowed himself to fall.

He raised his head, his lips meeting yours. With each kiss he silently told you his hopes, his fears, and his apologies. In turn, you gave him comfort and acceptance. He pulled you onto his lap, so you were straddling him, kissing you hard to make up for the months of missed opportunities.

You kissed for what felt like forever, never wanting to stop. His hands slid down your back and across your thighs, going under your shirt.

“You look so good in this. Wanna see this more often.” He whispered, a smirk on his face. You giggled and he had the desire to hear all of your beautiful sounds. In time, he reminded himself.

“Enji, are you flirting with me?” You teased and he pulled you close in another kiss. His hands wandered across your soft skin and he could feel the hardened peaks of your nipples through the thin cotton of the shirt. He kissed down your jaw, and your fingers grasped at his hair, causing him to groan into your neck.

“You tease me so much, Y/N.” He growled out as you grinded on his lap. You could feel his cock stir through his joggers, and you felt yourself growing wetter on his lap. He pulled your shirt up to your waist, exposing your thin panties to him. He could feel your arousal through the fabric and ran his thumb down the dark spot over your cunt. You let out a soft whimper and his eyes blazed with hunger.

Pulling your shirt above your tits, he took one in his mouth, sucking harshly. He grazed your nipple with his teeth, causing your back to arch. He switched sides, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. Your hips rocked against his bulge, more prominent now and he pulled away from your chest.

“I want you Enji.” Your voice was soft and seductive, and Enji felt your words go straight to his cock. Picking you up, he carried you to his room. The lights were dim and you didn’t have time to look around before he dropped you on the bed, pushing your legs apart and lapping at your cunt through your drenched panties.

“Already so excited, sweet girl. Taste so good for me.” Enji murmured into your pussy, pressing kisses and bites to your thighs. You whined, attempting to push down your panties and he laughed, a low chuckle that rumbled in his chest.

“So eager, aren’t you?”

You pouted at him. “It’s been too long and I’ve missed you so much.”

Enji was grateful for the dark room hiding the blush that spread across his face. He busied himself by dragging your panties down at an agonizingly slow pace, taking the time to admire your legs, his fingers skimming the skin causing shivers to go down your spine. Enji turned to take in the scene. Your body, draped across the sheets, mouth parted, eyes full of want staring up at him, silently begging for him. He had pictured this many times, many sleepless nights, but the reality was so much better.

“So beautiful.” HIs voice was quiet, and his heart thumped wildly. He was nervous, even though he had already been with you once before. This time felt so raw, so much more real. He wanted to be with you in every way he could, in any way you would let him and he could tell you wanted the same.

As he pulled off his shirt, your hands slid into the waistband of his pants, grazing over the head of his throbbing cock. He groaned as your fingers slid over the sensitive head, smearing precum down the shaft. You pushed down the rest of his clothes and he kneeled between your legs. Both of you were quiet, and you could feel the excitement in the air of doing this, being with each other completely. It was vulnerable, it was scary, but he trusted you to be there when he fell. And in turn, you trusted him to be yours.

Pushing into you, your breath hitched. He felt your body clamp down on him, and he slowed, easing his way in. Your nails dug into the skin of his biceps and you gasped as he bottomed out in you.

Pressing his forehead to yours, he searched your eyes for discomfort. Instead you gazed at him with complete adoration, bright eyes completely infatuated.

“You’re perfect, Enji.” Your voice was quiet and breathy, but clear. In response he pressed a harsh kiss to your mouth, trying to explain every emotion he felt, words he couldn’t say just yet. As you kissed, he rocked into you, his thick cock dragging against your walls. Your soft moans were swallowed by his kisses, and the stinging marks left on his arms only drove him crazier. He fucked into you faster, feeling your tight cunt squeezing around him, wanting so badly to stay inside you forever.

Sweat plastered his hair to his forehead, and the room was filled with your sweet sounds, interspersed with his praises.

“Taking me so well. Such a good girl. Fuck, so beautiful.” Enji gasped out, his high imminent. Each thrust had you seeing stars and you felt like your body was floating. Moving his hands from the sheets, he slid over your clit, teasing your body. You clenched around him.

“Fuck, right there,don’t stop!” You gasped out, grasping at the bedsheets, your back arching off to meet his thrusts. Enji complied, his rhythm speeding up as he toyed with your clit and you cried out, your body squeezing his cock like a vice. You gushed around his cock, and he fucked into you faster, feeling his body heat up. With a groan he slammed into you, holding you down as he spilled into you. His hips stuttered as he filled you with every drop, and soon the room was filled with panting as both of you struggled to catch your breath.

Easing out of you, he grabbed a towel, cleaning you up before collapsing next to you. You were both quiet and you were reminded of the time before. Nervous, you turned to him and made eye contact.

“Are you staying this time?” Your voice was small and Enji saw your fingers threading the sheets, nervously.

“It’s my house.” He responded seriously. Caught off guard, you burst into laughter. He watched you amused. You looked gorgeous and he would never get used to the sound of your laughter filling the house that had been quiet for too long.

Catching your breath, you turned back to him.

“What I mean is...do you want to do this? Together?”

Enji looked at the bed that was no longer empty, felt the life and warmth that filled the house, exuding from you just being there and entwined his hand with yours.

“Yes.”

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One Foot in the Golden Life

Pairing: rich kid!renjun x caddie!reader Genre: rich kid AU, university au, romance, slight angst, mature content Length: 9.7k Summary: this is the story of a boy who is constantly pushed down by his father, a girl who just wants to not live paycheck to paycheck, and how they met on a golf course. Warnings/Details: includes mentions of other NCT members, female reader, swearing, inaccurate depiction of golf, acts of sexual harassment towards the reader, mature content (unprotected sex, coming inside, oral [female receiving])

a/n: a big thank you to @insomni-writing for beta reading this ♡ also, if you are a minor, please beware that there is mature content in this fic!

You thought it would be the perfect opportunity to work at the most well-known country club in the state, but really the only thing your job brought you was perpetual cold to your hands and feet, and entangled your simple life with one of the youngest and richest bachelors at your university.

The only place on top of Mt. Carla is the Augusta Country Club, and it is a sight to see by the regular people who gaze up at it from the city below, like mortals looking up into the Gods’ chamber. The first time you went up the mountain for your job interview at the club, you got lost and were almost late. Thankfully, you didn’t crash your car on the winding roads, and got the job as well.

The Augusta Country Club is equipped with the largest and most expensive golf course in the region, but also has Michilin approved restaurants and the finest saunas and gym equipment any CEO could ask for. Those are usually the type of people that have club memberships: CEO’s, congress men and women, top-notch lawyers, and maybe the odd business owner that made it big enough to afford the price tag.

When you took up the job as a caddie, you had an idea of what you were getting yourself into. You’ve only been working for a month, but there are already a few regular golf players that prefer you as their caddie, which in your book is a success considering the type of high profile people that come to relax here.

However, today is different.

You can sense it when Kara and Mina, your coworkers who have been working here for a year longer than you, walk towards you and your friend, Lia, before your shift today. Mina has a small stack of info cards in her hands and they both hold smug smiles on their faces. The info cards have everything a caddie needs to know about who they’ll be working for that shift, and by the looks of it, today’s game will have a good match up.

“I’m going to be Mr. Huang’s son’s caddie. Don’t even fight me on this, you know I’ll win.” Kara states boldly as the two girls stop in front of you, snatching an info card out of Mina’s hand when she holds them up like she’s playing a card game, flashing the photos and names on the cards at you.

“I call dibs on Mr. Lee’s son.” Mina hums, not even bothering to keep up the act that they just want to be good caddies. “You two can have the old men.” She smiles tightly, shoving the other two info cards into Lia’s grasp and turning on her heel to walk away with Kara.

Considering you don’t even know what they’re talking about, you have no right to be mad at them. There is more confusion clouding your mind than anger at their rudeness. However, Lia does not share the same sentiment.

“I’ll shove these info cards up their-” Lia fumes, her volume rising as the sentence went on, and you quickly pulled her out of ear shot, around a corner by the bathrooms. “-stuck up two faced asses!”

“Lia…” You mutter, her wording making you shake your head at how unstable her temper is, “They’ve been working here for a lot longer than we have, just let them have those clients. Either way, what’s it to you?”

“What’s it to me? ___, they’re talking about Lee Jeno and Huang Renjun. I know I told you about them before.” Lia states like she expects you to have those two names tattooed on the front lobe of your brain already.

“I think I remember them…. They go to our University, right?” You try to regurgitate your friend’s rambles from months ago out of your head.

“Yeah, business department.” She sighs dreamily, as if the business department is the sexiest thing on campus. “This might be our only chance to shoot our shot.” You can’t help but grimace a bit.

“It can be your chance to shoot your shot. Leave me out of this.” You randomly grab an info card out of Lia’s hands, turning it around to see Mr. Huang Lijun’s photo staring back at you. You send Lia one last look, walking around her to go change in the dressing rooms.

“Aw, you’re no fun.” You hear her whine, her footsteps echo through the hallway as she comes up behind you. She almost knocks you into the wall from how forcefully she grabs onto your arm and swings it back and forth like you’re two little kids on your way to the playground.

“Maybe we can shoot our shot at the old men?” You and Lia stop walking, turning to face each other for a moment of silence. You blink at each other as if you’re both considering it, before erupting into laughter at the ridiculous thought and continue walking down the hallway.

You and Lia constantly joke around about finding rich sugar daddies at work to pay for your college tuition, but both of you know you’ll never actually commit to the idea fully. Neither of you will admit it, but you both know you don’t have the guts to do something like that.

By the time you, Lia, and your other coworkers change into uniform and gather your supplies for the Lee vs. Huang game, it’s already 10am. The air is crisp and cool, the signs of fall creep along your skin and taint the deep green trees in light oranges and yellows.

Despite the chill, you and your coworkers still wear skirts, long sleeve v-necks, and puffy vests; the only thing keeping your feet warm is a pair of short white socks and tennis shoes. You don’t mind the chill knowing that once the game starts you’ll be moving around enough to get warm. You stop thinking about your cold toes as soon as the door of the country club opens and the Lees and Huangs walk out.

The first time you lay eyes on Huang Renjun, you think your heart might stop.

You know it’s him because he walks close to his father as they make their way to where you’re standing by the golf carts. He has obviously dyed blonde color, his dark roots proof of that; it’s neatly gelled back in an effortless way with the light wind blowing a few of the locks gently as if an angel is personally moving them for him. His white jacket and black pants are slim and look like they cost more than all of your college textbooks this semester. He walks with his head high, his pretty, pink lips set in a straight line, and his almond eyes gentle.

Okay, so... maybe you understand the hype now.

“Good evening, ladies.” Mr. Lee announces, looking at you and your coworkers. You all politely introduce yourself and state who you’ll be caddying for.

Huang Lijun isn’t as tall as his son, but he looks to be more lively than Renjun, even at his age. He has a permanent smile on his lips and you can feel a friendly demeanor radiating from him when you approach.

“Good Morning, sir. Let me take those off of your hands.” You politely grab the bag of clubs from him, feeling shy as his gaze doesn’t leave your face the entire time.

“You’re new here, right? I feel like I would remember you if I saw you before.” You’re surprised when he suddenly pinches your cheek, and he laughs at your shocked face. An unsettled feeling plants itself at the bottom of your stomach at the unwarranted touch.

“I’ve only been working here for a month, sir.”

“I think I’ll be coming around here more often, then.” He winks at you and turns to go sit in the front seat of the golf cart. You can’t help but let the feeling at the bottom of your stomach grow at how the older man looks at you. You definitely misjudged his “friendly” demeanor. Your eyes can’t help but glance at Renjun, who’s standing a few feet away from the whole interaction. He gives you a blank stare before turning and following his father.

In the past few weeks, you had gotten many lustful smiles and lewd gazes at your bare legs, but also many dollars in tips just in one morning by letting those smiles and gazes happen. The need to make ends meet justifies it all, and the cash you earn at the end of every shift only fuels this need.

The ride from the club’s main building to the first hole is short, so you quickly recompose yourself. You still have a job to do— a job you’re being paid lots of money for. You believe in your strong will to put up with whatever antics Mr. Huang pulls for the next few hours. Upon arrival at the first hole, you pull the bag of golf clubs out of the cart and follow in Mr. Huang’s quick footsteps, suddenly feeling sweaty from the exercise you’re getting by carrying these heavy clubs. When your group reaches the first hole, you set the bag down on the ground and press your hand over your face, but Mr. Huang’s voice startles you.

“Woah, there.” You jump and face him. “Those clubs cost more than my car, and unlike my car, they don’t deserve to be on the ground, darling.”

“Yes, sir. I apologize.” You smile shyly and pick up the clubs from the ground, your shoulders already straining to keep them up. ‘They weigh as much as a car,’ you huff.

This is going to be a long game.

“You kids can clean the carts today,” Mina suddenly throws a keychain at Lia’s face, she barely catches it before it hits her, “I have plans.”

“Me, too.” Kara quickly says, following after Mina as they both walk away. The game ended right at lunchtime (the Lees won) and now you and your coworkers are back at the club. It’s supposed to be everyone’s job to clean the golf carts after they’ve been used, but it looks like today it’ll just be you and Lia… Maybe.

“___, please. I’m going to be late to the cafe, my boss there is already mad at me.” Lia turns to you and begs with her hands clasped in front of her chest, eyes pleading and feet bouncing. You sigh; you’re hungry and your muscles are sore, and all you want to do is go home as quickly as you can. Still, you roll your eyes and take the golf cart keys from her, making her face crack open into a smile as she hugs you quickly.

“I’ll bring you coffee on Monday!” She screams at you as she practically runs away, leaving you with two golf carts to clean. You sluggishly begin, crawling into the cart the Huangs were sitting in when you find a small notebook laying on one of the seats. Picking it up to examine it, you find out it’s your university’s yearly planner, a book that everyone gets at the beginning of every academic year. Along the binder reads “Huang Renjun” and your eyes widen, immediately looking up to glance at the direction that Renjun walked off to a while ago.

Your legs move quickly through the corridors of the club, moving past changing rooms, saunas, and bathrooms, the planner tightly clutched in your hand. Your head is on a swivel and your lower lip is stuck between your teeth, until you hear a door open and slam shut behind you, making you turn your head to catch Renjun walking out of a changing room.

“Mr. Huang!” You call out.. Renjun freezes at the name, spinning on his heel to see you walking towards him.

“Sorry to disturb you, but you left your planner on the golf cart.” You hold it out for him, but he doesn’t take it.

“How do you know it’s a planner? Did you look through it?” You blink at him, stunned, and then glance down at the notebook. You’re surprised by the sudden questions and at the same time annoyed that Renjun accused you of snooping through his things so quickly. The image you had of him earlier, graceful, classy, and attractive, slips out of your mind as he stares down at you. However, this is the first time he’s directly talking to you, and you can’t help the spark that ignites in your belly from the roughness in his voice. It’s higher-pitched, but unpolished and jagged as he speaks with you.

“No. I go to the same University. I have the same one.” You explain. Renjun’s stare turns into shock.

“Really? Which department?”

“Fine Arts. I study Studio Art.” At first you think that you’re seeing things, but after blinking, you can guarantee that Renjun has jealousy painted on his face. It’s so sour that he looks away, trying to preoccupy his hands by fiddling with his bag. “So, are you going to take this, or…?”

“Yeah,” The bitterness drips from his tone, but you have a feeling it’s not directed at you, “Thank you for returning it.” He finally accepts it and turns to his bag, taking out his wallet. The cards inside look thick and heavy; memberships to places you’ll never step foot in and credit cards with limits you could never even imagine. Your pride tells you that you don’t need anything he could give you, so you silently turn around and walk away.

Renjun shuffles through some crisp 10’s and 20’s, but when he looks up to give you the tip, you’re already down the hallway and halfway out the door. You have golf carts to clean.

The next time you see Renjun is a week after the last game. The chilly weather remains, along with the useless uniform you have to wear, but this time around you’re not Mr. Huang’s caddie, you’re Renjun’s.

Kara walks next to you with Mr. Huang’s heavy golf clubs, her lips straight and head turned away from you to show her annoyance at how the caddie match up situation went this week. You’re sure to get an earful about this for at least the next few days, but you kind of like this revenge that fate dealt Kara. Either way, it’s not like there’s anything you can do about the match up. Renjun requested you to be his caddie this week, and you weren’t going to risk your bosses being angry with you by denying the request.

“Driver.” Renjun’s voice pulls you into the game. You pull out the correct golf club and put it into his awaiting hand, your fingertips brushing with his. “Aren’t you cold?” The words shock you, considering they’re the first words Renjun spoke to you today other than commands for golf clubs.

“I-I’m fine, Mr. Huang.” You respond promptly.

“Don’t call me that.” His tone is icy, and he quickly realizes how unnecessary it is to bite at you like that, “Just call me Renjun.” His father walks back from his shot, looking very smug. Renjun’s face is calm as he trades spots with his father and prepares for his first swing of the day, correcting his posture and loosening his limbs.

You remember the first time you saw him, how elegant and poised he looked. Your cold hands break into a sweat as your chest heats up from the quick beating of your heart. Renjun has only been icy and accusing towards you so far, yet you still feel warm while thinking about him. There has to be something wrong with you.

“Doesn’t my son look like he knows what he’s doing?” Mr. Huang asks from beside you, a small, unnerving smile on his lips.

“Yes, sir.” You reply back with your own, more innocent, smile.

“I taught him everything he knows about golf…. And women.” Mr. Huang leans into you, turning his chest to face you so that his breath is hitting your cheek. You can’t help but swallow to relieve your dry and cold throat, keeping your eyes forward as Renjun swings his club back and forth a bit in preparation.

“Yes, sir.” The only thought on your mind is to stop this man from stepping closer.

“Is that the only thing you can say?”

Renjun swings his arm back, breathing in as he keeps his eyes on the small white ball and his hopes in the green before him. Mr. Huang’s right hand is warm on your waist, but you would give anything to freeze right now.

A sharp crack ripples through the air as Renjun hits the golf ball and sends it flying into the golf course. His eyes are not where the ball lands, but instead on where his father touches you.

Renjun’s mom died when he was not even three days old.

He never got to meet her— to lay on her chest and hold her finger with his whole hand. He’ll never know what advice she would’ve given him when he got his first girlfriend, and he’ll never know how she would’ve reacted to him crashing his first car when he was 17. He only knows that his mom would’ve been there for him through all of that, unlike his father, who was not.

Renjun has had “mothers” through his life; three, to be exact. The first was when he was 5 years old, and she quickly asked for a divorce after Renjun’s dad went on a three month business trip and she didn’t hear from him the whole time. The second “mother” was a bit more mature than the first and with a lot more time on her hands. She wanted to shape 9 year old Renjun into a perfect student, which was something Renjun’s father appreciated, but still divorced her for “being too strong-headed.” Renjun only met his third mother twice when he was 13: once at the wedding and the second time at her funeral. He didn’t ask any questions, he wasn’t very interested in the first place.

These were the type of people Renjun spent his life around, but they really weren’t his mothers. The only similarity he had with those women was his father, and he treated them as poorly as he treated Renjun. That’s why when Renjun looks at you, cowering away from the very man who is his only link to family, he feels sick.

When is his dad going to stop being a fucking predator? How young does he want his next conquest to be? Will Renjun’s next mom be the same age as him? Something swirls in the pit of his stomach when he watches his father and it takes a moment for him to figure out what it is: jealousy. He’s not sure why he’s feeling jealous over someone he just met last week, but the feeling engulfs his whole chest and it burns him to his spot.

Renjun doesn’t even notice that he swung his golf club or that the golf ball went somewhere far into the green, probably an overshot. He only sees you, afraid of the man touching you but not stepping away. Why aren’t you stepping away?

“Nice job, Renjun.” His best friend, Jeno, claps a hand on his back as he steps up, hitting Renjun back into reality and forcing him to walk towards you. As Renjun approaches, his father slyly takes his hand away, and Renjun notices how you let out a relieved sigh. Giving you back his driver, Renjun strategically stands between you and his father, pretending to watch Jeno swing.

“Good job… Renjun.” You whisper, unsure about calling him by his first name so informally.

“Thank you.” Renjun sends a side glance to his father to see the displeased look on his face. “How was that, Dad?” Renjun hopes that maybe he can remind his father of why he’s here (to win against the Lees this week, not to feel up a girl 30 years younger than him) but in this moment, his father is acting like a 5 year old in the middle of a silent tantrum, not a 50 year old who runs the most successful construction company in the country.

“I’ve taught you better than that.” Renjun is sure they’re not talking about golf anymore, the authoritative tone in his father’s voice sends a lightning bolt of surprise and slight fear down Renjun’s back. He hates how he gets scared, he hates how his father can control him. The fury churns in the pit of his stomach as he accepts his father’s words with a bow of his head.

One day, Renjun swears he won’t submit anymore.

After the game ended with the Lees winning once again, you, Lia, and your other coworkers convene at the golf carts after the clients leave to change inside the club.

“You ladies know the drill.” Kara throws both sets of golf cart keys at you before walking off with Mina. You push Lia towards the entrance of the building before she even has a chance to turn around and open her mouth.

“You should get to the cafe before your boss throws another fit.” Lia turns back to face you, her jaw slightly slack and her eyes shining.

“You’re seriously the best. I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah, just give me a few extra shots in my coffee on Monday.” Lia laughs at that, grabbing your face between her two small, manicured hands and kissing you on each cheek before hopping off inside. You can’t help but be amused at her antics, turning to the golf carts in front of you to start cleaning.

“They make you clean the carts by yourself?” The voice startles you, not because you weren’t expecting it but because it’s Renjun’s. You turn your head over your shoulder, he’s standing just a few feet away still in his golfing gear from earlier.

“Uh, not usually, no. But my coworkers haven’t been happy with me lately.” You explain, fully turning to him and crossing your arms over your chest to tuck your cold hands into your sides.

“The ones who have been working here for a while?” You nod as an answer, and Renjun nods back in understanding, shoving his hands in his pants pockets. “They’ve been trying to get with me and my best friend for a while...” Renjun trails off when he sees your eyebrows raise at the comment, “... But that’s not what I came here to talk about.”

“Oh? What are you here for?” The conversation has gotten too informal for a worker and their client to be having, but you kind of like talking to Renjun in this casual setting.

“I realized that the past few times we’ve talked I’ve been such a dick.” He laughs lightly as he remembers, “I wanted to apologize for that. I wasn’t in a good mood last week and this morning, and I ended up pushing it on you.”

Renjun feels lots of emotions when it comes to you, despite only having this one proper conversation with you. He feels envy towards you for being able to study something that he desperately wants to. He feels guilt when he remembers how quickly he made you into a thief when you were only trying to return his belongings, and he feels so many other secondary and tertiary emotions in between. His head is full when he looks at you. He finally feels like he’s thinking about something, not just doing the same day to day motions in a constant cycle of ‘when will this end?’

“You’re apologizing?” You ask, stunned when he nods his head in confirmation. Sincere apologies are important to you. You believe there are not enough of them in this world anymore, and his gentle almond eyes are too wholehearted and warm for you in this cold weather. Your heart feels full looking at him, and you curse at yourself in your head for being swayed like this.

“I also have a question… You mentioned you’re majoring in Studio Art and I was wondering if, maybe, you could let me into one of the studios after a class this week? I’ve been needing a quiet place to work since my house has been busy lately.” One of the hands that was in Renjun’s pocket moves to matte down his sideburns while he glances at his shoes. “Was that too forward? Sorry, I just know that you can’t get into a studio without a passcode and you’re the only person I know who’s in Studio Art.” Renjun explains after you stare for a while, blinking at him.

“You’re an artist?” You finally ask, Renjun giving you a weak ‘yeah’ in response. A part of you wants to say no, that it’ll be weird to do something like this for him when you’ve only known him for less than 2 weeks and up until this point, you’ve only been in a worker-client relationship. However, you’re curious about what he’s like outside of this setting, especially what he’s like when his father has no possibility of appearing, since that seems to be the factor that turns his mood up or down.

“Sure. Come by studio 3 after 6pm on Wednesday and I’ll let you in, but... I heard Mr. Lee already scheduled a game for next weekend?” Renjun nods, “Then in return, you can win that game. It’s embarrassing always being on the losing team.” You smile playfully at the end to let him know you’re only joking.

“Deal.” Renjun sends a smile back of the same caliber, holding out a hand to shake with yours. If you thought you were affected by Renjun’s nice presence, his hand in yours sends you into another realm. His touch is warm from staying indoors and from keeping his hands in his pockets, and they contrast to your cold skin. He sucks in a breath through his teeth when your hands connect, turning your hand in his grip to look at your knuckles. “Are you sure you’re not cold? Your hands are freezing.”

“I’ll be okay. I just don’t have any good gloves to wear while working.” He huffs, small traces of white smoke leaves his mouth as he digs through his pockets.

“Wear these.” He replaces his hand in yours with a pair of his own gloves, “Your hands are precious, they shouldn’t be freezing.” Before Renjun can get embarrassed by his own words, he shoves his hands back into his pockets and turns on his heel, walking away, “I’ll see you on Wednesday!”

A knock on the studio doors shakes you away from staring at your painting, making you turn to look at who it is. Renjun peaks through the small window and waves when you make eye contact. You get up to open the door, almost forgetting that today is the day you agreed to let Renjun into your studio.

… Okay, that’s a lie. You definitely remembered that you’re supposed to meet Renjun, but you keep trying to convince yourself that you’re not excited about seeing him outside of that stuffy country club.

“Hey, sorry if I startled you.” Is the first thing he says when you open the door. He’s dressed in slacks, a dress shirt with a sweater over it, and a long coat over that. His nose and cheeks are slightly red from the rough wind outside and his supplies are clutched to his chest.

“Oh, you’re fine. I was just deep in thought.” Something about the studio makes both of you speak in hushed tones. No one else is here, but you feel the need to maintain the peace and quiet the room naturally holds. You and Renjun make your way to where you’re set up, he puts his things down on an easel to your left and takes off his coat, watching you from his peripheral vision.

Those uniforms they make you wear at work are just for show, Renjun knows that well, but that doesn’t stop him from appreciating you in the tight vest and little skirt. However right now, he likes your laid back look consisting of loose jeans and a layered shirt, he thinks it matches you.

“I was going to leave when you got here, but I think I’ll just finish this and head out.” You comment, aimlessly waving at your project.

“Please, stay as long as you need to. This is your studio, I don’t want to kick you out.” He laughs and licks his bottom lip. It’s breathtaking how innocent and nice his smile looks on his face. His eyes scrunch together to form laugh lines and his cheeks rise, he truly looks pretty when he smiles. You think this is the first time you’ve seen him like this.

You mumble back with a mixture of words that probably didn’t make sense and turn back to your work, leaving the room to continue with its peacefulness and quiet. However, Renjun’s presence next to you is too big to ignore. There are so many things you want to know about him and you have no excuse as to why you’re so curious.

“How about a game while we work?” You suggest.

“Sure… How about 20 questions?” It’s like he read your mind, so you smile and nod at his idea.

“You can go first.” You suggest.

“Okay, uh… Why do you work at a golf course if you’re majoring in Studio Art? Shouldn’t you be working at a, I don’t know, museum?” The question catches you off guard and Renjun notices how you stop painting, your brush and your hand floating in the air as you think, “Oh, sorry, is that too personal?”

“No, no… It’s just, normally, the first question people ask in a game of 20 questions is something like ‘what’s your favorite color’ or ‘what’s your sign’.” Renjun lets out a choked and embarrassed laugh, ducking his head down to look away from you. You can tell he’s about to change his question, so you quickly go back to painting and speak before he can.

“I did apply to work at several museums. I didn’t get any jobs, so I had to look elsewhere and Augusta was hiring. I know it’s not very fitting, but it makes good money and rich people know my name, even if it’s for just a few hours.” Renjun nods at your answer as if he could ever understand the idea of being poor, but the insight into your decision brings a fact to light that Renjun wasn’t 100% aware of before: you’re not like him, you need money.

“Don’t you hate the way people look at you there?” The words tumble out of Renjun’s lips faster than he can process the weight they carry. He turns to face you with guilt pooling in his eyes and his mouth opening and closing to find some words to correct the situation.

“No, I don’t like it.” You surprise him with your quick response, “But people like you don’t understand what it’s like to live paycheck to paycheck, to have to worry about how to pay the bills every month for years on end, always on your toes about money. I bet you think I’m cheap and—”

“No.” Renjun cuts you off promptly before you can continue, “Don’t make me into a jerk. I’m not like that. But the fact that that is the first thing you thought of worries me.” Your eyes widen at that, prompting him to elaborate. “Doesn’t that mean that’s how you think of yourself? Maybe not on the outside, but subconsciously. Sure, I won’t ever be able to understand how you live, but I wish you would not look at yourself as cheap and think of yourself as… beautiful.” Renjun lets the last words linger on his tongue, saying it quietly as if to not startle you.

You stare at him, your paintbrush resting in your hand and your back slouched as you watch him watch you. This is not the type of conversation you thought you’d be having with Renjun tonight, but you have to admit he makes a point. Eventually, you turn to your painting and stare at it some more, making Renjun turn and continue his own work.

“Ah, I asked two questions in a row.” He suddenly breaks the tense atmosphere, making you sigh as you remember you’re just playing a game, “You can ask two questions.”

He allows and relaxes when he sees you go back to painting.

“If you like to draw, why are you a business major?” Now it’s Renjun’s turn to freeze. Maybe if he did ask what your favorite color was he wouldn’t have had to endure this question from you, but he feels like he should answer it since it’s of equal weight to the one he asked you.

“It wasn’t my choice. I will most likely take my father’s place in his company and I need to at least know the basics before that happens.” You nod slowly. He looks so calm when he’s focused on drawing, but it’s not the same calm that you see on his face when he’s playing golf. You turn away before you get caught staring.

“Is that why your mood always changes when your dad is around?”

“Is it that obvious…” He trails off and you nod, “I can’t believe I’m about to say this out loud, but… It’s like everytime I’m around him, or at his office, or at home, my mind goes blank. I don’t feel like talking or thinking at all.” As he speaks, he sets down his utensils and turns to you, making continuous eye contact as he explains. You find yourself feeling comfortable at how easily he’s talking to you about such a deep subject.

“It sounds like… you’re angry.” You turned to face him now too, your paintbrush settled onto your canvas and your full attention on him, “My dad is like that. He gets so angry sometimes that he’s calm. No yelling or fighting, just silence. That’s how I know I messed up when he gets like that.” You nod, remembering all the times he’s been calmly mad at you.

“I don’t know… It’s confusing to me.” He straightens his back and stares at your foot as it moves around aimlessly. “What do I do?” He asks into the air, as if his pencil would suddenly start talking to him like a therapist.

“Just do what makes you happy.” Renjun’s glance over at you makes a smile pull at your lips, “I know it’s easier said than done. But you already know what it is that’ll make you happy, and that’s half of the battle. Why bottle it up?”

Renjun doesn’t know how he’ll ever get the courage to tell his father these things, but the way you’re looking at him as if he can do anything, he starts to feel tingles of confidence trickle into him.

“Oh, and why did you pick me to be your caddie this past weekend?”

“Well…” Renjun plays with his pencil. What is he supposed to say? He doesn’t want you to carry around his father’s heavy golf clubs? He doesn’t like the way his father touches you and gets jealous over it for some unknown reason? Yeah, he’s not going to say.

“Just because… I wanted you next to me.” The way he says it makes it sound so simple and true, but your heart drops to your stomach and springs back up going at 100 miles per hour. You can barely stop your hand from shaking as you pick up your brush, and it’s almost like you can’t see in front of you from the thrill of his words.

“Hey,” Renjun suddenly drops his pencil and turns to you, looking a bit confused and slightly upset, “Didn’t you ask three questions?”

“We’re letting the Lees win again today.” Renjun is in the middle of pulling up the zipper of his jacket when his father drops the news. Renjun’s footsteps stutter slightly at his father’s words and he stops walking next to the older man.

“Again?” He asks as he already thinks up an apology to tell you later when he loses.

“Yes, I need Mr. Lee to be happy when I bring up the new contract to him later in the sauna.” Renjun sighs and continues to walk next to his father. It’s the next weekend, and the third Lee vs. Huang game is starting in just a few minutes.

Renjun won’t lie, purposefully losing to his best friend and his dad every week is not the greatest stroke to Renjun’s ego, especially since Jeno won’t let it down around his other friends.

“Oh, I’ve been meaning to ask you,” Lijun swivels on his heel to look at his son, “Have you been requesting for ___ to be your caddie?”

The questions stuns Renjun, making it hard to answer so his father takes it as a yes.

“Well stop it. Dad wants to have some fun.” He claps a hand on Renjun’s back and smiles. In the past, Renjun would’ve just rolled his eyes and let his father do whatever he wants, but this time his blood boils. He feels true anger when his father struts away with the intentions of doing whatever he wants to someone Renjun cares about. He can barely move his feet after the old man, his mind cloudy as everyone makes it to the golf carts.

“Let’s have a good game today, Mr. Huang, don’t make it too easy to beat you.” Mr. Lee jokes around and the two old men laugh as they settle into their own golf carts. Renjun walks up to his cart and you wave to him, the white gloves he gave you last week snugly on your hands. Renjun thinks his anger is what spurs him into doing what he does next.

He steps close to you, leaning into your ear and wrapping his hand around your covered ones with his thumb rubbing on your exposed wrist, “Keep these on for me, babe. I don’t want you to be cold.”

The amount of jaws that drops after Renjun’s words makes him bite down his smirk and slide into the front seat of the golf cart, pretending to not see the daggers his father is throwing at him with his eyes.

Your heart beats so quickly and loudly you’re sure Kara can hear it next to you if she wasn’t busy huffing about what Renjun just did. Sitting in the back seat of the golf cart, you watch the back of Renjun’s head on the way to the first hole. What got into Renjun? Why did he all of a sudden call you ‘babe’ and get so close? Not that you’re opposed to it, you’re just shocked.

The game begins once you reach the first hole, and the Huang’s put up a good fight throughout the entire game, keeping the Lees on their toes and the score sheet even. Everytime Renjun comes back from a shot, you smile at him and tell him good job, which earns you a pat on the back from him that warms you up from the inside out.

Renjun can tell his father is getting more and more annoyed with him; how Renjun is keeping you as far from his father as he possibly can, the gentle touches on your waist that you welcome wholeheartedly compared to the ones Mr. Huang would lay on you before. He likes how angry his father gets, especially knowing that he can’t do anything about it right now. Not to mention, you seem to be enjoying Renjun’s attention, which just adds to his confidence.

Now, your group arrives at the last hole of the game. The Lees step up and swing, setting their total score to 357. All Renjun and his father have to do is move the ball around a bit more to get their score to be higher and the Lees will win the game. Mr. Huang is up first, acting clumsy so that the ball doesn’t make it into the hole and brings the game to Renjun.

As he sets up his posture, his hands suddenly go stiff. This shot is so easy to make, he has made this exact hole several times. He breathes in and out deeply, deciding on if he should throw the game like his father said he should, or give his one last ‘fuck you’ to his Dad.

He glances at you and makes eye contact; you nod your head and smile a bit as if to say ‘go ahead, we all know you can do this.’ Renjun then grips his golf club and swings it back to effortlessly hit the golf ball, rolling it along the green and perfectly into the hole.

You and the other caddies clap for the perfectly executed shot and Jeno and his father come up to Renjun to shake hands. They don’t look upset, instead they look pretty happy for Renjun. However, Renjun’s father is deathly silent, not even congratulating Renjun on his win. Renjun wasn’t expecting a whole ceremony for him, but it does feel nice to put his father down a peg or two today, and that’s the thought that fills Renjun’s head as everyone rides back to the country club.

While getting out of the golf cart, Renjun attempts to turn back to you but is promptly pulled away by the back of his jacket by his father. Renjun yelps and pulls away, but that doesn’t stop Lijun from grabbing onto his son’s arm instead and pulling him inside.

“What was that? I specifically told you to lose the game and you did the exact opposite. How am I supposed to talk to Mr. Lee now?” Renjun’s father fumes, his low voice belting out into the corridor and making some of the passing staff turn their heads.

“That’s not my problem.” Renjun shrugs and his father stops shaking, stepping closer to his son.

“Excuse me?” He asks with menace dripping from his tongue.

“I said, that’s not my problem.” Renjun is fired up. He doesn’t see a way out of this now, no way his behavior is being excused, so might as well go all in.

“You did it for that caddie, ___, right?” His father squints his eyes and turns his head slightly. When Renjun doesn’t answer, Lijun laughs in his face, “It looks like I’m right.”

“What?” Renjun asks dumbly.

“It’s okay. You’re just a boy and you can make some mistakes over a girl, we’ve all been there once or twice.” Lijun fixes Renjun’s jacket and pats his shoulder, his angry disposition turning passive. “Besides, you can’t do much for that girl anyway. Is a ball in a hole really all she deserves?”

“I won the game because I could. I won it because that’s what I wanted.” Renjun states, his blood beginning to boil once again when his father says he doesn’t deserve you. What is he thinking? Does he actually think he has a chance with you? He can keep dreaming.

“We can’t always do whatever we want. There are consequences we have to face for doing whatever we want. Are you ready to face the consequences?” At the question, Renjun is reminded about the words you told him Wednesday night.

‘Just do what makes you happy,’ Those simple words are so hard to turn into reality. Renjun wants to be happy so bad. He wants to be away from this man and he wants to be closer to you. The consequences? Sure, he’ll deal with it all if it means he can stop living in the personal hell his father set up for him. Renjun pushes his father away a bit and steps out of the trap his father pushed him into, making Lijun’s eyes widen.

“Yeah, I’m ready.” Renjun says and turns around, walking back towards the exit of the building.

“Hey, where are you going?” His father shouts after him.

“To do the thing that I want to do the most.” He yells back and walks around the corner, out of sight from his father. Renjun practically runs through the hallways to get back outside and run to you, but you surprise him by greeting him by the saunas. He stops in his steps and you smile as you walk up to him.

“Hey, I just wanted to tell you that you did really well today. I know I said I wanted you to win last week, but I didn’t think you’d actually do it.” You laugh.

“Thanks.” Renjun simply says, afraid of what else could come out if he keeps talking.

“Oh, I also want to give you these back.” You dig out Renjun’s gloves from your pocket, holding them out. This is it. This is the moment Renjun will start to do whatever makes him happy, whatever he wants.

And what he wants right now is you.

He quickly takes the gloves and then tightly grips the wrist of your outstretched hand, leading you down the hallway and around some corner. He hears you exclaim a small ‘woah’ but you let him guide you into a sauna, the door closing tightly behind both of you.

There’s no one else in the room, just the stuffy steam that floats in the small space between you two. Renjun has a tight grip on the gloves you gave back to him and his other hand runs through his hair and messes up the perfect form it held.

“Tell me to stop.” He demands, looking straight into your eyes.

“What?”

“Tell me to stop right now.” He takes a step forward, his eyes full to the brim with lust and his hands shaking with how much he’s holding himself together. You’ve barely been in the room for a minute, but your clothes are already sticking to you from the intense heat.

“I don’t understand,” You reply back as he keeps moving toward you. You take small steps back in return, “I don’t know what I’m stopping you from.” Half of you is playing dumb right now; you know what Renjun wants from you just by the look in his eyes. The other half just wants to hear him say it himself

“I’ll fuck you the way you deserve. Right here, right now.” Renjun’s voice is too angelic to say such nasty words, but he growls them out like he’s a tainted angel. You’re pressed against the wooden wall of the sauna now, Renjun just a step away. You lean into him slightly and rip the gloves out of his hand to throw them to the side.

“Do it.”

It’s all the permission Renjun needs to feverishly connect his lips to yours.

The action is so sudden, you don’t remember how Renjun got close to you so quickly. Despite his forcefulness before, his lips melt into you like chocolate melting over a fire, so hot and delicious that you just want more. His hands hold the sides of your face, pushing back your hair and his body pushing you back into the wall.

He sucks on your bottom lip, softly biting afterwards and making you let out a whimper, and then a moan when his thigh pushes between your legs and further presses you against the wall. Amidst the kissing, you find the zipper of his expensive jacket, unzip it, and pull the piece of clothing off. Afterwards, you pull his shirt off and break the kiss while you’re at it.

“I’ve been thinking about you in this skirt since….” Renjun hums at the thought, his hand sliding up your bare thighs and under your skirt, then he grips your ass and brings your core down onto his thigh, the friction enough to have you letting out a strangled moan.

“Since the day I first saw you.” He finally whispers and connects your lips once again. His hand on your ass doesn’t move, his other hand is placed on your waist as he helps you ride the rough material of his pants. Renjun can only watch your reactions; the way your head lolls back into the wall and your eyes screw shut, holding onto Renjun’s shoulders tight enough he’s sure there will be marks afterwards.

“Fuck— Renjun, don’t stop, please.” He’s mesmerized, absolutely addicted to how you look and sound right now, and it’s all because of him. The thought spurs him along, he removes your jacket and you blindly help him in removing your top and bra. You must look like a mess right now, especially since you’re coming close to your climax just by Renjun’s touch and his thigh. Not to mention the sweat dripping down both of you, a glistening sheen coating your skin that makes Renjun let out a low growl before he leans down and takes one of your nipples in his mouth.

He sucks and swirls his tongue, and you can’t help but moan his name again, digging your fingers into his blonde hair and tugging. Renjun moves from your chest downward, not letting an inch of your stomach and hips go past him without a kiss and a nibble, leaving you breathing heavily. He makes his way down to his knees and folds your skirt up, glancing at you from his position.

“You don’t wear anything under here except your panties?” You nod, your head stuttering as Renjun applies pressure with his thumb over your slick hole, a wet spot already there to greet him.

“You’re so fucking dirty, baby.” He groans and leans in to swipe his tongue over your center making you shake as a response. He slides your underwear down and throws it somewhere to the side, catching the sigh of your arousal dripping down your thigh. His intense stare makes you shake him, embarrassment crawling over you at how he’s not reacting.

“Are you shy?” You whine, not really answering his question. “You don’t need to be. You’re beautiful.” The softness from his voice contradicts his more dominating tone from before, but you don’t have time to think about it before he dives in. You sigh in content when the pressure in between your hips caused by Renjun turns into pure pleasure. His tongue laps at your essence and his lips suck on your clit, you can tell he’s trying to find what exactly will make you tick.

When Renjun slides a finger into your hole unexpectedly, you jump and whimper a bit but the feeling of him sliding in and out along with his tongue circling and sucking on your clit makes a knot form in the pit of your stomach, tightening up your muscles and making your eyes roll back.

“Right there. Oh my god, right there…” You keep repeating, praying that Renjun treats you good and let’s you come. He adds another finger and you gasp, starting to move your hips in rhythm to his hand, holding onto his shoulders for more stability. He glances up at you, watching your eyes screw shut and your tits bounce as you use his hand to get yourself off. Renjun hums against you, and you can almost feel the ecstasy of coming undone, until Renjun pulls away. You groan, feeling like crying when your orgasm fades.

“Hey..” You whine, pouting when Renjun stands back up and licks your juices off of his lips. He has some on his chin and you bring your hand up to wipe it away, Renjun stopping your hand and kissing the wetness away, then kissing up your arm and to your shoulder, up your neck and to your ear. He tugs at your earlobe, licking the skin under it and biting some more, his hands sliding up your waist at playing with your nipples, pinching a little to get whimpers out of you and making your hips buck up, ready to continue where Renjun left you at.

That’s when you feel the hardness in his pants; it must be painful. That’s why you understand his next words, whispered into the shell of your ear between kisses: “You’re not coming until I’m in you, got it?”

You nod quickly, attaching your hands to Renjun’s zipper and button, undoing them and sliding down his pants.

“But, you’re gonna need to do something for me…” He says, helping you pull down his boxers, watching his angry, red length swing out. You gasp, feeling a bit bad that you just left Renjun like this to eat you out, but you’re sure you can make up to him now.

“What is it? I’ll do it.” Your hands run over Renjun’s sweaty shoulders, moving away some longer hair in the back of his head that’s sticking against his neck.

“You’re gonna have to yell my name. I need you to let everyone know who’s doing this to you— who’s making you feel good, okay?” Your breath gets caught in your throat as the words tumble out of his lips. He tilts his voice higher at the end of every phrase to make him sound innocent, but you’re not fooled.

“There’s people outside…” You mumble back, sending a glance at the door. You know there are several staff and customers walking along the hallways outside. What will they think if they hear you screaming Renjun’s name? Not to talk about what will happen to your job.

Those thoughts melt away when Renjun’s dick slides between your folds slowly, making you turn your gaze back to him and hold on tight as he lubricates himself over your wetness, holding onto your hips so that you don’t move and take anymore than what he’s giving you.

“That’s exactly why I want you to scream. Can you do that for me?” He asks and you nod frantically, doing almost anything to get his dick inside you. You’re not sure what’s going to happen once you step out of this room, but at least you know Renjun is going to give you the best fuck you’ve had in a while, and you know it’ll be worth it for what’s to come after all this.

“Finally…” You moan when Renjun’s length disappears into you inch by inch, going slow as to not hurt you. He sucks in a breath through his teeth as he bottoms out, picking up your thigh to hang it over his hip and wrapping his other arm around your waist to keep you close. You hold onto him, adjusting as he kisses your lips sweetly and carefully, and waits to move his throbbing cock through your velvety walls.

“Go, Renjun, move….” You whisper, and he looks at you confused.

“What was that? I didn’t hear you.” He asks, cocking his head.

“Please, move.” You say louder, but he shakes his head and purses his lips as if he still can’t understand.

“I said, fuck me, Renjun. Please, can you fuck me already?” You all but scream out, your voice almost cracking at how whiny you sound. No doubt, if someone passed by outside they would’ve heard you. The thought makes you tense up, but it feels so good to be able to yell out what you want.

“Your wish, baby.” Renjun mutters before he starts rocking into you. You both groan at the sensation, Renjun’s hips speeding up as he gains more momentum. His lips don’t leave yours, kissing you into oblivion while his dick stuffs you. He has you against the wall, his hips powering away and you don’t dare to disturb him, realizing he’s burning all of his anger away as well.

“Yes, Renjun, fuck me just like that…'' You moan loudly to spur him on, now not really caring about who’s outside or who hears you, just wanting Renjun to know you love how rough he’s going. He presses you higher up the wall and pulls your legs apart more, hitting a new angle that literally makes you scream out, tears mixing with the sweat on your face as he relentlessly pumps into you.

There are so many things going on at the same time. Your hard nipples and soft breasts rubbing against Renjun’s chest, making goosebumps rise on his arms. Your hot and sweaty bodies are basically sliding against each other. The clapping of his hips against yours no doubt attracts attention from outside along with your screams and Renjun’s grunts continuously get louder as you both get closer to the climax.

“I’m gonna come… Renjun, come in me…” You’re already fucked out, the words barely leaving your lips coherently, but Renjun understands and moves his finger down to find your clit, circling his thumb fast and steady, just like everything else he’s doing.

“C’mon come on my cock, babe. Let it out, I wanna hear it.” And just like that, you unwind and scream his name as your orgasm washes over and takes control, making you claw onto any part of Renjun that you can reach. Renjun feels your walls deliciously convulse around him and with a few more sloppy thrusts, he comes into you and fills you up, staying wrapped up in you as you both calm down.

Renjun presses small kisses wherever he feels like as your breathing settles down, his softness and the caring way he rubs at your sides and hips where he was holding so hard that you’re sure to have bruises makes you smile hazily.

“___… I don’t regret any of this.” He whispers into your skin, leaning back to look at you properly. “Do you?”

“No.” You answer truthfully, making his eyes shine and you both smile dumbly, your sticking bodies relaxing. The happy moment doesn’t last long before there’s a knock on the door to the sauna. You and Renjun stiffen up as you glance at the door, waiting for whoever it is to announce themselves.

“Renjun? Son?” Your heart drops to your stomach and you cover your mouth at the voice of Renjun’s father on the other side of the door, but when you turn to Renjun, he doesn’t seem bothered. He sends a smile at you and moves some hair from your face before answering.

“Occupied, go somewhere else. We’re busy.”

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nifolution · 2 years

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Dirty Secret 3

Pairing: Steve Rogers & Mutant Reader

Summary: A two year relationship kept in the dark. Will it survive? An unexpected arrival puts it to the test. The choices ahead can make them stronger or destroy them.

Warnings: Angst, heartbreak, insecurity, betrayal, cheating, smut, fluff, arguments, Steve being a jerk, stupid Steve, fighting, jealousy

A/N: This is a revised copy of my oc fic. It is still written in 1st & 3rd person. 18+ only due to smut. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated.

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Chapter 3

[Now]

I’m happy to report that I am now a full member of the Avengers. My code name is Luminescent. I’m not fond of it, but it was that or Firefly and there’s enough bug people on the team. The current members are myself, Steve, Sam, Bruce, Bucky, Wanda, and Peter when he’s not at the university. Tony & Rhodey stepped back into consulting roles, we only see them from time to time. There are so many allies now. So many Avengers on call, like Thor and Carol. Scott was offered a permanent position before myself, but he decided to spend time with Cassie. I respect his decision, he missed so much of her life already.

I have to say I am proud of myself. I worked my butt off and was successful. I have a job to be proud of again. One that comes with a new room on the Avenger’s floor, not that I spend much time in it. My nights belong to Steve, in his room. We’ve been together for just over 2 years now. Fuck, I love him so much. He was it for me. I could feel it in my bones.

The relationship wasn’t tension free, however. The excitement of being caught became a fear. We’ve been lying to everyone for so long, what if they reacted badly? What if they didn’t accept our relationship? What if they were upset and hated us for lying to them? I didn’t want to hurt anyone. I didn’t want to lose the family I had found.

The more time passed, the harder the secret became to keep. I hated that I couldn’t have his picture as my screensaver. I hated that any picture I took of us had to be hidden in an encrypted folder. That I couldn’t sit next to him and cuddle during movie nights. That I couldn’t kiss him goodbye at the hangar when he left for a mission. How any texts to each other had to be work related or innocent and vague. How when we were in public we could only act like friends. How when we go to the movies he would only hold my hand when the lights go down. How I had to hold my tongue over the coms when I wanted to tell him I loved him. Always having to settle for a ‘be careful.’ I wanted to hold him in med bay when he was injured. I wanted to be with him all day, not just at night. Not just on secret dates. It was so so very hard.

I see other couples like Tony and Pepper, even Parker & his girlfriend and I’m jealous. Seeing what they had, made what Steve and I have not seem real… Maybe it wasn’t.

I wanted to tell our friends. I wanted to wear my love for him on my sleeve like a badge of honor, but Steve still wanted it kept quiet. ‘Too scared to ruin what we have.’ I couldn’t understand why he made me hide for so long though. Maybe I wasn’t worth telling people about. The constant sneaking around and lies became exhausting. I feared he was only keeping this secret so that he could easily dump me when he got bored, without feeling guilty. There would be no drama and he’d never have to face the music.

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I still loved waking up in Steve’s arms. He always left before the sun was up to go for a run. He would kiss my head and slip out quietly. Never once saying he loved me, like he did the nights before. It’s like our relationship ceased to exist with every sunrise. I was expected to orb back to my room before the rest of the team awoke… Steve only says he loves me at night, while in bed. It took me months to notice, now it breaks my heart every time.

After returning to my room and getting ready for the day. I grabbed a quick muffin and coffee and decided to take a walk before I had to officially start my morning. Whose idea was it to have a briefing at 8am anyway?

I walked the path outside that led to Natasha Romanoff’s memorial. It was peaceful there, beautiful. I sat down on one of the benches and watched the fountains. The whole team missed her. I wish I could have met her. She was gorgeous, deadly, intelligent, and fearless. She spoke several languages, was an expert spy and a fierce friend. And there were the sides of her only her closest friends knew. How despite her unbreakable poker face, she was sweet and kind hearted. She held the team together even in the bleakest times and there was nothing she wouldn’t do for someone she cared about. Her sacrifice allowed the rest of us to return. The universe owes her a debt that it could never repay. I like to take time out of my week to offer her my gratitude and admiration.

I was lost in thought when Tony appeared beside me “Hey Tink.” He was fond of the nicknames. I’ve been called Tinkerbell, rainbow bright, glowstick…

I rolled my eyes, “Good morning, Tony.”

“The meeting’s in 5, better get a move on.” He blew on his own coffee, acting disinterested. “Oh quick question…”

“Let me guess. You and Pepper have a hot date and you need a babysitter?” I smiled at him, already knowing the answer.

“Yes, this Saturday. Can you?”

“Of course. Who else can I sing Disney karaoke with?” I started walking toward the main building.

Tony shouted out to me, “You’re the best Light Bright.” Look at that, he found another moniker.

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Well this was unexpected. A French crime lord was dead. My upcoming mission canceled. It was officially ruled an accident, autoerotic asphyxiation. The screen showed a picture of him dangling above a bed with a heavy ceiling chain wrapped around his neck and hand.

“Well I’m not one to kink shame, but that seems excessive,” I joked. I was trying to hide my disappointment that Steve and I wouldn’t be going to Paris together.

Bucky leaned in and whispered, “That’s cause you and Steve are freaks.” The last word drawn out for emphasis.

I elbowed him. Bucky is the only one that knows about us. The walls are mostly soundproof, but as we found out, they don’t stand up to supersoldier hearing. It took weeks of him unwillingly listening to Steve and I before he said something. Steve was too embarrassed to look at Bucky. I bought him earplugs. He became our only confidant. He thinks we are good for each other. It was nice having at least one person in my corner.

Sam scoffed, “Do we really believe that’s what happened?”

Maria looked up from her device, “No, but let’s not look a gift horse in the mouth.” Another picture appeared. “Following Beaumont’s untimely death, the other members fought among themselves for leadership and seem to have scattered. We will keep an eye on the situation, but for now you’re all dismissed.” She looked back at her device, swiping at something. “Oh, Steve, I need you to stay. There are other matters we need to discuss.”

The rest of us filed out. I turned back to Steve, offering a small smile. He reciprocated. I’d be seeing him later, we had a date.

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Steve was acting strange. He apologized for being late to our lunch date. It wasn’t a big deal, but he remained pensive, moody. I kept trying to start a conversion but he was distracted. He just stared at his food, preoccupied with whatever was running through his mind.

I waved my hand in front of his face, “Steve?”

“Yeah?” he grumbled.

“I said, now that our mission is canceled, maybe we can go on a vacation. I’m thinking to that cozy bed and breakfast in PA. What do you think?”

“I can’t. I, um, leave for another mission in a few days. And, uh.. the briefing is this evening?”

“Oh,” I pouted. “Well maybe when you get back?”

“Ya, we’ll see,“ he answered dismissively.

"Do you know what you want waiting for you when you get back? Blackberry pie? Macadamia-chocolate chip cookies?” His usual reply was ‘just you,’ but I’d always make him a little something anyway.

“Look, I can’t think about it right now. I need to concentrate on the new mission. Get my head in the game. This mission is too important. I have a lot I need to prepare for this mission briefing. In fact, I need to cut our date short and start. I’m sorry, but the mission needs to come first.” Steve looked stressed out. I couldn’t understand why. This was par for the course in our line of work.

“Ooh, say mission again,” I teased. “You sound so sexy when you say mission, it really gets me going.”

Steve flipped out, slamming his hand on the table. “God damn it, Y/N, don’t you take anything seriously? First that quip during the meeting, now you’re poking fun at me.”

Why was he so upset? “Steve, I was only…”

“You were acting a fool, and now you’re being a bitch. Grow up. You’re an Avenger, act like it,” he snapped.

“Why are you jumping down my throat? My sense of humor never bothered you before. What is really going on, Steve? Please talk to me.” I was proud of myself for managing to not cry. Steve never spoke to me like this before.

Steve stood up from his chair, “You…. you wouldn't…” He didn’t finish. Stomped back to his car and drove off.

What the hell just happened? I sat there stunned. Something was going on. Steve got broody sometimes, but never this angry. And never toward me. Not even when we fought. I orbed back to base. I tried again to speak with Steve, but he wouldn’t. He walked away from me, again. His behavior baffled me, and it cut deep.

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jimlingss · 3 years

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I really enjoyed reading your fic fall in hatred with jin and liked the concept of a couple on the verge of a divorce. I thought I’d make a request for an angsty marriage/divorce au with another member like jk but it ends fluffy🥺

Whether you take this request or not, I wanted to say that you’re a great writer and I always love reading your stories 💜

↳ Honeymoon Horrors

3.7k || 55% Angst, 45% Fluff || Min Yoongi || Divorce!AU

It was great when it started. Cloud nine had descended down and made its home above both your heads. You were practically floating, swooning, living a romance that Nicholas Sparks would’ve envied. You felt like you were on a permanent high as if weed and cocaine was permanently stuck in your system. You had reached enlightenment and you were permanently euphoric. How could you not be? You had met your soulmate after all. But as the years passed, it came tumbling down. Cloud nine started to rain. You swooned so hard that you struck your head against the edge of the kitchen counter. Instead of floating, you were getting dragged down to hell and the high you felt turned into a crash. Most importantly, you became enraged. And you’re still mad now. When you watch your wedding videos, all you can do is throw popcorn at the screen and scream at the grinning bitch that she’s making the worst mistake of her life. Life’s full of plot twists, isn’t it? And you can only chuckle at that realization now. Because what was meant to be the honeymoon you never had, a replacement honeymoon of sorts, is turning out to be a nightmare. “Hey. Can you move?” You rip off your headphones. “Excuse me?” “You’re taking up all of the space.” Yoongi stares at you lazily. “This is supposed to be my armrest.” “No. This is mine. That’s yours.” “No. Yours is next to the window. This one is supposed to be mine. If you’re that uncomfortable, you should’ve just given me the window seat.” You scoff and shove his arm off the armrest with your own. The half-offended, half-amused expression on Yoongi’s face is utterly stupid. It’s as if he’s judging you for being childish when he was the one who started this. You wish you could punch him square in the nose. “If you want me to move, then why don’t you move your legs? You’re taking up all the leg room!” “You’re only out of space because you had to put your purse under the seat.” “Where else am I supposed to put my purse?!” “Do you see me carrying a purse?” Suddenly, there’s a clearing of the throat. A female flight attendant is standing at the aisle and leaning over while wearing a perfectly, cordial smile. “Is there a problem over here?” Your eyes narrow into the nosy bitch sitting across the aisle who probably tattled. You saw her looking in the corner of her eye from the very start. “No. Not at all.” Yoongi smiles easily. “We’re fine.” There’s an urge to roll your eyes. In all honesty, you underestimated Yoongi. While your divorce was well on its way and heading off like a bullet train, you had forgotten how petty he was. Exactly like you. Maybe that’s why for a period of time, you suited one another so well. With the deposit already given on what was supposed to be the honeymoon extravaganza you never had and the plans already made long ago, you were set on going no matter what. Except he was also set on going. The asshole couldn’t give up and neither were you willing to give in. So here you were. With your worst nemesis. “Can you repeat that?” “I’m sorry, ma’am. There’s no possible way we can get you two rooms.” The receptionist looks up from her computer screen. “You originally booked the presidential suite, correct?” “Yes, but we changed it into two regular rooms a while ago,” Yoongi says. His brows are cinched together and he’s gripping onto the itinerary tightly. The girl behind the front desk looks at her computer again and clicks twice but probably at nothing. “I’m so sorry. It looks like it didn’t register into our system. Is there anything else I can do for you?” This is dreadful. As if things couldn’t get worse, they got much much worse. “Great.” You haul in your luggage, no thanks to him. “This is just great.” “Yeah, keep complaining,” Yoongi grumbles, “See how much that helps.” “Shut up.” On the top floor, the room is quiet and open. There’s a love seat in front of a flat screen television, a dining room and an open kitchen and bar. The large glass windows fully face the sandy, blue beach and allows light to pour into the enormous space. There are two chairs outside the private terrace and a jacuzzi too. But as beautiful as the place is, you feel bitter. It should’ve been great. It would’ve been great if you were alone. And to make matters worse, it seems like the resort hadn’t gotten the news that your relationship with Yoongi was essentially decimated. Not when there was a scattered rose petal path leading up to the king-sized bed which also had two folded doves on it with the word ‘congratulations’ spelled out in more petals. There’s also a note: I hope you enjoy yourselves, Mr. and Mrs. Min. And neither of you miss the mountainous stack of condoms on the nightstand. Yoongi’s pale. “Christ.” The knock on the door breaks the thick tension. Yoongi opens the door, and he immediately steps back as two enthusiastic employees enter while wheeling in a silver cart. “Aloha, welcome to Hawaii! Are you the newlyweds?” “Umm…” The two of you are well past that period. To be exact, you married nearly two years ago, but you don’t know how to break it to them. Yoongi’s never been good with words either. “Enjoying your honeymoon, aren’t you? Congratulations!” The older man is excited as if he was the one who got married. “We bought you a bottle of our best champagne to celebrate and hope you have an everlasting marriage!” The girl beside the man pops the cork and pours the champagne, and you realize it would be more painless to go along with it. “Thanks,” you mumble, taking your flute of champagne and nearly downing the entire thing in one go. Yoongi holds his and raises a brow at you. “We also have a red velvet cake.” He shows you on the busy cart. “And our freshest chocolate strawberries just made earlier by our finest chef. I think you’ll enjoy this chocolate as well.” “Thank you.” Yoongi offers a faint smile. “This is really nice.” “Of course, of course! Anything for our newlyweds!” There’s a small bowl of almonds next to the chocolates and two raw oysters served on a plate. It’s odd with the ensemble, but then the man leans closer as if revealing a secret and puts a hand by his mouth. “It is said almonds, chocolate and oysters are aphrodisiacs.” You choke on your champagne, sputtering. The girl grins. Yoongi’s wide-eyed. He collects himself quicker than you do. “Thank you.” Luckily the friendly, borderline-overbearing staff leave the both of you to it and you’re put out of your misery. For only a moment. “Are you going to finish that bottle of champagne by yourself?” Yoongi asks across the room and you turn your head to see his cocked brow. Of course, he’s unpacking. The asshole doesn’t know how to relax and always has to make you look bad. You scoff. “I’m about to open the red wine too.” “Never thought I’d see you be reduced to a drunk so quickly.” “Why can’t you just leave me alone? You’re always judging and nitpicking me.” “I was making a comment.” “Yeah and no one asked you to,” you mumble into the glass. Yoongi eyes you. “You don’t have to get so upset, Y/N.” “Are you serious?” Your posture straightens, legs lifted off the chair you propped them on and feet shifted onto the ground. “I was sitting here minding my own business. Why don’t you mind your own business.” “I just thought you didn’t want to be sloppy when dinner hasn’t even started yet.” “I know how to control my pacing.” Yoongi snorts. Your tongue rolls inside your cheek. “Excuse me?” “What?” “You look like you want to say something.” “No. Not at all.” You place the flute down onto the table. “Say it, Yoongi.” “I thought you said I should mind my own business.” “You’re such a condescending asshole, you know that?” Yoongi stops folding his shirt and shuts the drawer. His expression is impassive and it irritates you more. “Pot meets kettle.” “For someone who’s supposedly quiet, you fucking never know how to shut up.” “Can’t you just calm down, Y/N? Unlike what you think, I’m not trying to get on your nerves. I’m trying to enjoy this trip.” “Why are you acting like I’m the only one getting upset and that I’m the crazy one,” you spit, and he opens his mouth as if to say you are being crazy. But you don’t let him— “Don’t you dare say it. Fuck you, Yoongi. You don’t think I’m trying to enjoy this too? You think I wanted it to be like this?!” “Maybe if you weren’t trying to pick a fight with me every goddamn second, you would have a good time, woman.” “You’re the one who’s always trying to pick a fight with me!” He sighs, body language dismissive to what you’re saying. “Stop being so upset—” “Well too bad, I am upset! So just let me be!” You stand on your feet, teeth gritted and fist clenched. You’re practically screaming across the suite but there aren’t any close enough neighbours to complain. “You’re always telling me what I should and shouldn’t feel! This is exactly why we’re getting a divorce!” With the last word said, you stomp away and the bathroom door slams shut. It’s the only place you can be alone, but even then, the four walls are frosted glass. … You’re not sure who brought up divorce first. It’s not like it matters. But one thing you do know is that it came up in an argument. A jab where someone’s sole intention was to hurt. And the other person stubbornly retaliated with ‘fine, have it your way’. You remember calling your lawyer and him calling his. The process continued and continued and as it did, so did your arguments as the two of you realized no one was going to stop it. It became more painful the more time that went on. Clearly, it meant he was serious about it. Clearly, he didn’t care if he was happy to sign divorce papers. So you made yourself not care too. And it continued to snowball like that. Before you knew it, you were telling your families that the divorce was happening, much to their distress. Before you knew it, here you were. By the time you get out of the bathroom, Yoongi’s gone. He probably left for some peace and quiet. After all, it’s volatile when you’re together. It’s not like you want it to be that way, it just became that way. What sucks the most is that you know he’s right. You’re part to blame for the recent argument. You got too worked up unnecessarily. You’re constantly on the defensive as if he’s out to attack you. And once it’s quiet, you hate that you shouted. But he has his own part to blame too. Yoongi knows how to get under your skin. He knew he was egging you on and he didn’t stop. So it escalated and escalated. You end up wandering the resort by yourself. You enjoy the sunset on the beach and when the dinner buffet is open, you sit alone with your plate, staring out into the empty abyss of the ocean shrouded in darkness. All around you, there are families and lovers, jovial music that’s inviting. Yet you feel isolated in the crowd. You try to move around, preoccupy yourself. But the last thing you expect is to see Yoongi. Across the bar. With a pretty, young girl on his arm. A sun-kissed blonde, to be specific. Wearing a crop top with booty shorts. Yoongi’s nursing a whisky on the rocks, his usual drink, as she grasps onto his bicep. The swell of her breasts are practically pushed onto him. She says something and he smiles. At the same time, something boils in the pit of your stomach. It’s pure, unadulterated rage. Before you know it, you’ve turned on your heel and beelined to the hotel lobby bar. You call yourself hard liquor and down the drink as you seethe. The image of him and that Barbie doll is seared into your mind, flashing beneath your eyelids each time you blink. The liquid burns and tears pool into your eyes, but you hold them back. The bar is busy, filled of guests constantly ordering, so no one notices that you keep downing bitter drinks until there’s a tap on your shoulder— “Aloha.” A concerned employee looms over you. “Is everything alright?” That’s when you realize you’ve been drinking by yourself for three full hours. The table’s crowded with glasses and the ones on the edge are a centimeter away from falling over. You end up waving him away and stumbling back to the room. The world is teetering and you try to lean onto the wall for balance. It’s a miracle that you pressed the right number on the elevator when everything was swirling together. Or at least, you’re pretty sure this is the right floor. You pound on the door. “Yoongiiiiii! Yoongiii! Open up!” When there’s no response, you mutter ‘asshole’. Then your eye peels open and you realize you’ve been knocking against the door of the ice and vending machine room. You turn on your heel and careen to the next door. “Yooongiiii!” you whine his name in exasperation, cheek pressed against the smooth surface. You only have to call out twice before the door’s suddenly swinging open and you’re falling into the arms of your (soon-to-be ex-) husband. “‘Bout time. Was waiting foreverrr!” “Fuck.” Yoongi’s nose scrunches at the smell of alcohol and he grabs a hold of your shoulders, pulling you away from him, nose scrunched at your smell. He keeps you at a safe distance as if you were nervous middle-schoolers at your first dance. You hate it. Why can’t he just hug you? “God, how much did you drink, Y/N?” “Dunno. Lost my key card.” “What?” The door swings shut. “Are you banging a chick in our room?” you slur, trying to keep your eyes open to look at him. He was already changed into his soft pajamas, a blue checkered print that made him look so much cuter. It’s unfair. “Am I interrupting?” His brows cinch together, lips turning down. Yoongi’s visibly confused. “Ban—” “Saw you talkin’ to that pretty girl at the bar,” you huff, wobbling back and forth. He’s dumbfounded. “Who?” “Don’t play stupid!” You poke his chest with your finger. “That lil girl who looks like a model!” Yoongi winces at the volume of your voice and you add in frustration, “I’ll leave if you are, so just tell me already.” “No, I’m not sleeping with anyone, Y/N.” Yoongi fixes his arm around your waist to keep you balanced and he sighs, reaching down to help you take off your shoes. “So much for knowing how to pace yourself, Y/N,” he mumbles with a faint smile on his lips instead of the annoyance you’re used to. Yoongi loops your arm around his neck and begins to guide you towards the bed. But you stop, making your legs deadweight and you turn to him, staring into his eyes so deep, it’s like you’re looking into his soul. It’s pretty. “What?” he asks, almost uncomfortable by your intense gawking. “Do you not love me anymore?” “What?” “Just tell me, goddammit. Do you have no feelings towards me no more?” You pound your chest with your free hand. Yoongi plops you onto the love seat when he sees that you have no plans of making it to the bed. “Did everything mean nothin’ to you?” He remains silent. You angrily shout— “Answer me!” Yoongi flinches. “God, Y/N. You don’t need to scream, I’m right next to you.” He sighs and drags a hand over his face. “If it meant nothing to me, do you think I’d be taking care of you right now? Now sit here and wait.” With his dictatorial command wielded with his low voice, you pout but obey. Yoongi returns a minute later with your pajamas in one hand and a cool glass of water in the other. “Drink this. And all of it.” You nurse the glass of water with two hands and get a sip in. But your pout persists and before you know it, you’re bursting into tears. Yoongi all but freezes. “’m sorry,” you sob, “I didn’t wanna fight.” “Y/N.” “I don’t mean to be so mad! I’m sorry.” Yoongi kneels in front of you with a long sigh. “It’s okay, Y/N,” he coaxes and tugs the sleeve of his shirt to wipe the beads of teardrops trekking down your cheeks. “I know you didn’t mean it.” “Really?” “Yes. If anything….I’m sorry too,” Yoongi mumbles solemnly and before you can react, he’s already moved on. “Now drink your water.” You cry into your glass, but you down the entire thing like he said and your crying stops by the end. “Arms up,” Yoongi commands and you listen to him. He peels off your shirt in one single swoop and tosses it aside. He helps you put on your pajama top without blinking an eye and pulls the hem of your leggings to replace those as well. Yoongi even takes a damp washcloth to wipe your face and you watch him the entire time. His lashes are long, and Yoongi’s so nice and reliable. “Let's get you to bed, alright?” You nod, and he guides you to it, having cleared the rose petals earlier. “So you didn’t sleep with her?” “No.” “Why not? She was hot!” “I wasn’t interested.” “Really?” “Really,” Yoongi assures as he sets you to sit on the edge of the mattress. He moves to pull the sheets and struggles with how tucked in they are. In the meanwhile, you get the greatest idea you’ve ever had— “Then fuck me instead before you fuck her.” “What?” Yoongi’s entire body goes rigid and he whips his head towards you with eyes that nearly bulge out of their sockets. You pout at him. “I wanna suck your dick and feel it in me, Yoongi. I miss it. When we used to have sex. It was so good.” “Oh, you are so drunk.” He chuckles, a sound that sounds so nice you wish you can hear it forever and ever. “You’re going to be so embarrassed when you wake up tomorrow, Y/N.” Yoongi pulls the sheet and is about to get you tucked in. But you steal the opportunity when he gets close and you loop your arms around his neck. “No, I’m not.” Your voice drops into a whisper. “Remember when you used to spit in my mouth? And you liked it sooo much.” You giggle when you notice his ears becoming hot and red. “You still like it now, don’t you, you nasty freak!” You smack him on the shoulder in the midst of your bubbling laughter and he winces. “Ow!” “Imagine if I got pregnant from it too!” you add in your hysterics. “Let’s not.” “I always thought our kids would be so cute. Especially if they got your cheeks.” You reach and tug on Yoongi’s cheeks while giggling. He lets you have your fun, staying still and letting you squish his face together. And in your drunken state, you don’t realize how tender his eyes become. “We’re getting a divorce, Y/N.” You frown. “Why on earth would we do that?” “Because,” he murmurs. “Let’s not,” you slur. “Can’t we cancel it?” It goes quiet with Yoongi gazing into your eyes. “Do you even know what you’re saying?” “Yeah.” You grow sheepish. “Aren’t you supposed to get a divorce if you hate each other?” “That’s how it works generally.” Yoongi stands and gently presses on your shoulder to lay you down. The pillows feel soft underneath your head and he starts to tug the covers up to your chin. “But I don’t hate you. I care a loooooot about you.” You sulk. “Otherwise, why’d I get jealous when I saw you at the bar?” The corner of his mouth tugs. “So you’re admitting you were jealous?” “Wouldn’t you get jealous if you saw me with someone else?” Yoongi thinks about it. “Maybe.” “Maybe?” He finally admits, “Yeah, I’d be pretty pissed.” You hum contently, lids becoming uncontrollably heavier. You want to stay up. It’s so much fun talking to Yoongi. It feels like forever since you talked to him like this. But you’re so tired. And comfortable. You want him to cuddle and spoon you to sleep. Yoongi cuddles are the best. “Yooongiiii.” You call out to him with your eyes closed. “Yeah?” “I think—” You go dead quiet and after three seconds, he thinks you’ve fallen asleep, but then your mouth moves again. “—I loooove you.” A beat later, your two arms suddenly raises up into the air. Hands measuring about a ruler stick length. “This much.” He snorts and turns off the lamp. “Go to sleep, Y/N.” … When you wake up the next morning, your head is absolutely pounding. For the first time, you detest how much light the damn room lets in. You also curse aging and having to suffer hangovers when five years ago, you were perfectly unscathed the next day after drinking. Luckily, there’s advil on the bedside with a tall glass of water and you down the entire thing after taking a pill. You’re not so sure where these came from, but your answer is across the room. Yoongi, realizing you’re awake, has an amused smile on his face and his brow cocked. More importantly, his eyes have somehow softened. You groan, remembering last night. Every detail. Every word. Like a film that could be played back. It’s mortifying and even without your obvious reaction, Yoongi’s been with you long enough to know how superb your memory is even after being wasted. He knows you know. And the worst part? You meant it all.

#bts fanfic #yoongi fanfic #yoongi fluff #yoongi angst #bts fluff #bts angst #yoongi reader insert #yoongi x reader #Anonymous #omeone tell me why two of my Yoongi drabbles are so FUCKING LONG. it's practically a oneshot ;_;

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Legitimate Heir

A/N: The story doesn’t flow as nicely as I hoped.

Pairing: Ivar x reader

Warnings: None...maybe some angst

Summary: The reader has a surprise for Ivar leaving Freydis to become mad with jealousy.

You laid on your side, in bed, next to a sleeping Ivar. You couldn’t help but admire him and gaze at his beautiful face.

It was nights like this that you couldn’t help but think. After you and Ivar were done being tangled in the sheets, you would always feel guilty.

Guilty for sleeping with a married man. Yes, you are the other woman that you promised yourself you wouldn’t be. All of this wasn’t planned or done with deceit.

You never thought of Ivar as more than your king. Your first conversation with Ivar ended up not being the last. It was when you touched hands that you both gasped at the connection.

It was as if your encounter was meant to be. You remember there being a spark in Ivar’s eyes when you both looked from where you touched then to each other’s faces.

There was a lingering feeling of being scared. Ways of love were unknown to you. Especially with a king no less.

‘Nothing would come of it’ was what you used to tell yourself whenever you thought of Ivar.

A king had no time or use for a random woman living in Kattegat. He was far too busy plotting and planning his next move. He already had a beautiful wife that he seemed to adore to no end.

Whenever you’d have to enter the great halls you’d try to keep your head down though you always found yourself peering past others to get a glimpse of Ivar. He’d always be slouched in his seat.

He always seemed to be deep in thought and far away from everybody else who appeared to be talking to him.

You knew that you couldn’t avoid him forever. You were a cook. The finest that Kattegat had to offer, so to speak by others who’ve told you so.

You remember telling that thralls to take the food out. You were quite nervous even though Ivar never even got to know your name.

A loud sound resonated throughout the whole hall and everybody grew quiet. You peeked behind the door to the kitchen and watched Ivar looking down at his food angrily.

“I am sick and tired of having fish. Why must I keep seeing it on my table when I am the King of Kattegat! Do I not protect you all and share my wealth? The cooks could at least serve me something more fitting for a king to eat.”

At Ivar’s huffing and puffing, Freydis placed her hand on his clenched one. You couldn’t help but feel jealous at the subtle touch.

You wondered if her touch was anything compared to the one you and Ivar shared. Did she feel the sparks with him too?

“My love, we are coming into our winter months. It’ll be hard raising any cattle at all let alone having options of meats.”

He pulled his hand away from hers in an abrupt manner making her sit back in her seat with what seemed to be embarrassment in front of others.

“I don’t care. I’ve already made up my mind. I must speak with the kitchen staff immediately.”

He moved quickly with his crutches, letting his frustration fuel his energy to walk hastily. You backed away and warned the others that the king was making his way over.

Everyone was scrambling to tidy themselves before they grouped up for his appearance. As much as you wanted to hide in the back of the kitchen staff, you didn’t.

You were the main cook so you had to take responsibility and whatever repercussions he would give you. Ivar had come in through the doors with narrowed brows and clenched fists.

“Who’s in charge of preparing my food?”

“We all are, my king.” One of the staff members spoke with their head bowed.

Ivar was about to say something when you approached in front of the staff and in his view.

“If there is any issue with your food, my king then you may deal with me. I’m the one who wanted to serve you fish.”

The anger on his face quickly dissipated when he recognized you. Now there would be no more hiding. He knows of your status and could find you wherever if he even wanted to.

After that, Ivar never let a day go by without making an excuse to see you. He’d sneak in subtle touches and leave sweet little notes behind.

The rest all seemed to be a distant memory compared to now.

You traced Ivar’s jawline as he caressed your bare arms.

“I must tell you something Ivar.”

He briefly glanced at you and gestured with his hand to continue.

“Speak freely, my love.”

You rolled to your side in bed and whispered in his ear.

“I carry your child. Our child.”

You felt giddy on the inside, full of nerves but excited at the same time. When Ivar turned over in bed and looked at you with his eyes filled with hope, you knew nothing else mattered.

“Have the gods truly blessed us? I thought it was impossible for me.” He was lost in thought as he remembered what being crippled meant. No heirs to further his legacy.

Though now, he had hope. You placed your hand delicately on the side of his cheek so he could look at you.

“The gods have blessed us. Blessed our relationship. We must tell everyone there’s an heir to be welcomed.”

Ivar was beyond excited. He planted your entire face with kisses.

Later that night you dressed in one of your finest dresses that Ivar gifted you. You were among the people of Kattegat in the great hall waiting for Ivar to share the exciting news.

There was a permanent smile on your face just waiting in anticipation. You felt like you were glowing when Ivar appeared staring out at everyone.

“People of Kattegat, I bring exciting news!” His blue eyes seemed to light up the entire room. It was a look you wish he always had on. “I’m going to be a father!”

Cheers erupted and pleasantries were yelled out in the excitement. You would’ve covered your ears if it didn’t involve you.

“Come up here my love. Wherever you are.”

You made your way through the crowd with your eyes only trained on Ivar the whole time. Your heart was racing erratically, the cheers only fueling your pace to reach Ivar.

Though Freydis was the one who made it to the front before you did. Perhaps Ivar didn’t reveal your pregnancy to her yet. Ivar placed his hand on Freydis’ stomach.

“Your queen is pregnant!”

It felt as if all the air had been sucked out of you. It couldn’t be. Ivar had always spent his time with you. He gave her a kiss and you had to look away.

It was then that you were reminded of your place. Ivar was never yours. You were just a mistress and Freydis his wife.

After their display of affection, Ivar scanned the crowd until he found you. He saw your tear-streaked face and made a move to you but Freydis stopped him. She glanced over to you and spoke to him.

His eyes never left yours but once Freydis was done saying what she had to say, he shook his head at you.

There was no fight in you tonight. You were drained beyond belief at this sudden news. You wanted to be angry, but couldn’t. At the end of the day, Freydis was his.

You believed yourself to be naive when it came to him. He told you he hadn’t touched her. That he’d leave her for you. Now you knew it was all lies.

You fell back into the crowd letting everyone else surpass you. Something had happened between earlier and now. Ivar hadn’t faked his excitement. For now, you just wanted to be alone.

One of the thralls had her head bowed to you and opened the door that you shared with Ivar but you walked past it. This wasn’t your home, it never was.

What everyone didn’t know was that Freydis had found out about your pregnancy and panicked which caused her to lie because she knew you carried Ivar’s legitimate heir.

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