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Witcher of the Night (Chapter 16)

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CHAPTER 15.1

WITCHER OF THE NIGHT MASTERLIST

Characters: Geralt of Rivia x small!Naive!Reader

Summary: A horny and insecure witcher decided to talk what his mind has been keeping; making you see how much of a man he was that was worth to choose and be chosen.

Warnings: NSFW 18+. (Yep. Again. Love it while it lasts, bb’s. Hehehe.) Some witcher in a rut. Finger sucking. Cream pie. Smut. Size kink. (I meant Geralt’s body build. LMAO *I base this story on the show. Not the game or books.*) an irritated bard? Ahehehehe. Nakedness? Geralt being soft and honest? (*screams*)

A/N: I was drained from the last chapter and I’ve taken a break. I was supposed to not update today due to it. I hope you can lend at least a minute to reblog or give me feedback, ghost readers out there! 💟 There ain’t no moments like this anymore because the plot will take its place on the next chapters! ENJOY WHILE IT LASTS!

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GERALT OF RIVIA WAS IN A RUT.

You were sure he was after being fucked into oblivion by the witcher for countless of times already; taking a lot of orgasms in just about eight hours? He was lucky that he was a mutant. However, in your side? It was unfortunate because your stamina was weaker than his.

Your poor punani has been overworked and wrecked again. Lungs seem to be incapacitated, dangerously reaching the critical level for accepting Geralt's wishes; another round of ceaseless bliss in which you certainly didn't defy. Pants and wheezes were muddled against the mattress as you shoved your face on it, vigorously being burrowed from behind.

Here you thought; feeling mighty and confident that you could take and last for how long his enhanced self would.

Technically, you were wrong. Utterly wrong.

Was it round twenty-five already? Thirty? You may never know because every time Geralt finishes, his girth somehow magically becomes stone hard again like he never spilled himself inside you. If only he wasn't sterile, you were probably about to get pregnant with little witchers somehow based on how he always milks you in; like you were his pet, letting you take it good.

The white wolf's libido was overly developed as well. As you were told by the man, himself. He could go on for hours, days and even weeks, nailing you repeatedly until you have no energy to comprehend what was happening, and you were sure that his enhancement with the desires he had was a perk and also a disadvantage for your weak self who had her virginity taken just days ago.

Your sexual experiences are being expanded and learned by Geralt, not knowing before that you had a size kink of being choked in his own weight above yours, baptizing every nook and space in their home like animals in heat and being treated like you were such a fragile little thing before being corrupted; tainting your once chastised soul.

The witcher was a person who had given you a different outlook in life. Bringing you to a wonderland in the midst of being railed repeatedly; consistent with his rigorous, shameless pounding from the back. Brusque. Sharp. Perfect for the angle that hits the perfect spot, polishing your hole that has sent you ripples and waves of glory.

Geralt's moans were withdrawn, holding back those sounds of pleasure from ponderously watching his girth push and slither inside your heat. His mouth tightly shut and thick eyebrows scrunched in rapture. Aureate eyes intensely concentrated on his hard cock slowly drilling back, keeping his bulbous head in before slowly drawling back like he like watching you be filled with his girth; admiring how you were stretched around his hardened cock.

He'd felt your body intensely tremble beneath his.

Your knees were quivering with every plunge. Warm drizzles of your cunt leaking with a mixture of his fluid and yours together; like art combined with a color that creates a new one. The room smelled like sex and sweat with a scent of fresh grass because of how the windows were wide opened.

Nobody would see you both in such a debauched position, right? you've thought that when Geralt has lowered you down against the mattress, his weight crushing and pinning you down, quickly getting to his job; sticking his girth inside of you like he never would get tired of doing so after basically baptizing the hallway through the second floor.

Elbows began to feel sore. A desperate whine began to gurgle from your dry throat. Hand tightly grabbing onto one of his that laid on the curvatures of your hips, dragging you back to his swollen girth with every shove; filling you over and over like how you deserved because you've been a good girl. Every time he did, Geralt never misses the spot that could bring you into another restless, writhing orgasm.

The filthy sound of skin slapping on skin came with icherous slimy caresses of your nectar coating each other's carnal greed. Noise came with his bedpost hitting the wall like a maddened gorilla raging out of its cage, when all of a sudden; you've heard Kolby's strange bark that seem to come from the first floor, alarming you both that his family has already came back. Yet, here you were, splayed below the witcher and still getting driven to his extremes.

Geralt pulled his hand away from the bed post, leaving a print and a crack of his hand against the wood. His fingers slid through your dangling breasts, palms groping your teat as he began to knead onto it like a cat trying to suckle from his mother; claws out as he tweaked your sensitive nipple in one breast to the other. Simultaneously changing hands as he continued to reach you both to the edge of Nirvana.

Then, you've heard laughter and complaining downstairs.

"Geralt," you started with a mewl, your body being rocked from behind, the sheets thoroughly disheveled from your tiring day activities. His hand that fondled your teat trailed up your body; while the other glided down for what throbbing nub that was needed attention for another release.

His palm gently met your mouth when you've began to moan from his fingers touching your clit, rubbing and circling it the right, pleasuring way while he went on with his ceaseless ramming.

"Hnnng," you whimpered, voice muffled from his large, calloused hand that covered your mouth; hushing you from any noise that could echo out of the room.

The way he was manhandling you does it. From the moment he tried shushing you up, your heat began to clench around him. Your body squirming and thrashing under his skin. Weakened from the sudden action as it made you tremble; feeling the coil beginning to snap with just a few more jabs.

More thuds and unfathomable complaints echoed outside the room. With Jaskier finally knowing what caused the commotion that he somehow managed to be in. Geralt didn't seem to be bothered about the fact that their table has been wrecked; though, the bard might say otherwise.

His plowing slackened when you’ve felt him breath heavily from behind,

"Shhhh. Quiet down, midget." he clasped his palms tighter on your mewling mouth; hearing his breathless grunts above you was making you squirm in his hold. It didn't take you another lewd moan when Geralt's thick index and middle finger skid in between the pillows of your lips, an act of pacifying your noise down which has gotten an elicit of your juices flowing down your thighs, soaking you more than ever. But, you never did deliberate to suck on those fingers like how your mind has told you.

The smutty action was enough for him to briefly glance down at you, engrossed and captivated by a never expected bustles from his naive, greenhorn of a woman.

Another weakened moan was muffled beneath the palm that clasped your mouth. Your fingers trying to wrench his own away from slightly pinching on your sensitive clit, dragging you to where you wanted.

Neverland. Nirvana. Heaven. Where ever you could experience bliss.

Or basically Geralt's bed because you were currently being brought to the edge of the rainbows.

He was persistent and continued rubbing on your nub, his thick, long fingers thoroughly drenched from your arousal.

"Ugh---Hmm. fuck." the white haired witcher deeply grunted and moaned, his jutting hips bottoming out as he continued his desperate, urgent drives. Thrusts turning reckless. Panting breaths like dogs in heat; embracing every bit of his urgency to reach the floating clouds.

Your real name has slipped out of his tongue, sounding so lewd which has taken you over the edge. Knees began to shake as the high took over. Muscles clenching and also your cunt tightly choking his girth to spill his seed, urging him to thoroughly coat your insides. Another loud breathless grunt left his ajar lips; the sweat dripping down his temples as it also drenched his chest from all the activities. His heartbeat was running miles after miles, chasing to catch yours.

"G-Geralt, Geralt, Geralt!" you've salaciously cried out with every sloppy thrusts in the midst of having a muscle spasm; choking in the blast of euphoria when he'd took his hand off your mouth, grabbing onto yours which has been holding onto the headboards for dear life. Hence, as the witcher pulled your hand away; he'd done the unexpected.

Geralt of Rivia has sweetly peppered the back of your hands with honeyed kisses to soothe your convulsion; treating you like he wasn't fucking you to oblivion nor corrupting you from behind.

You've heard his breath hitch. The way he'd dropped his large hand on the mattress over your small ones, gripping onto it hard; you knew he came. He'd panted heavily above you, the new position being surrounded by his gigantic warmth. Your juices soaking your inner thighs as his load shot inside you. All warm and cozy; giving you a fuzzy feeling inside your chest that you couldn't explain.

He never pulled out until he was finished. You were so full of him, his seed dripping out of your cunt when his semi-flaccid cock dragged out of your overused pussy, telling him how he’d filled you more than he planned to. Your knees eventually buckled and lost its will to be useful for you; your face down on the pillow, running short of breath as you planted over the tousled sheets.

Geralt laid on the bed beside you, his large body built turned to you with an arm tucked below his head. Basking in all his glory and sweat with amber eyes solely worried for your weary form. You sounded like you were wheezing as he hovered over to pull the blankets over your waist, shielding you over the cold, crisp wind of the afternoon dew. Your whole body coated in the satiny sliver of your sweat combined with his and the witcher couldn't help but take in the view that he longed to be habituated once again before you came along.

Did he...actually break you while being drilled? he silently thought at the back of his tousled, half tied chalky white hair.

"Midget?" He softly muttered, using an elbow to peer down before you. Aureate eyes lingering a little bit longer. His fingers extending to graze along the line of sweat that covered your spine before reconsidering, hands ought to brush your disheveled hair away from your face, taking his time as he glided his fingers down through the side of your face.

He doted on the spent image of your sprawled body in the middle of his bed. Your heart turning more warmer than it ever could when you've felt him watching you over, the blankets glazing atop of your skin as you've closed your eyes, trying to steady back your breathing.

"I'm...fine. Just...spent. Let me...breathe," you breathlessly whispered.

"Hmm."

His faint, vibrating hum slowly calmed the fluttering butterflies flapping their wings inside your stomach. He earnestly cast his eyes over you. The thick pad of his fingers tracing along the hairs of your arm; giving you a shiver, padding down till the tips of yours before strikingly filling in the gaps of your fingers with his. Such a simple action making your heart feel snug with a hint of palpitation from the sudden, unusual gesture from the white wolf.

Well, he was certainly learning.

You've taken a peek from under the flat fuzz of your pillows; seeing amiable, tired, tender eyes. Rough, large palms delicately scraping through your soft ones, entwined amongst the unkempt silk of sheets from the result of your passionate tupping.

With your eyes still shut, a jaded admission was sent to the latter; assuming things from your negative state of mind. This always happens in the movies, right? the small voice in the back of your mind stated. After all the blissful moments, complication and problems tries to hinder over the blithe that wanted you to believe that this was a much of a miracle to happen.

It was subtly telling you that your presence in their world had a time limit because you didn't belong to their world in the first place. Salt came pinching down your heart at the sudden realization of that; getting a gist of feeling by choosing to live in their world forever, there were instances that would get you coming back from your dimension. Every felicitious moment feeling like it was all temporary and a fleeting scene in your mind.

The idea struck like a lightning. You didn't belong to their world; nor do you fit in.

Such a change of heart that you wanted to scurry home since the first day you've arrived; thinking that everything was just a dream or a nightmare that couldn't wake you up. But, in this exact moment; you felt like not wanting to go home.

"Why do I feel like you wouldn't come back after your hunt?" you weakly muttered; brushing off the infectious thought that could bring the felicity down; pulling yourself closer to him. You've tossed the bad shadows trying to lure you in as you've focused on the golden light that Geralt could let you see through. His warm breath fanned your face as you heavily sighed out the worry crippling out of your chest.

"You're overthinking." he deeply rasped, hearing him breath steady; sounding like his declaration had a double meaning. His thumbs brushed over your knuckles as he continued to reassure your troubled self, "---I never leave nor would I plan to. My family is my home,"

Geralt collected his thoughts, breaking through the spell you've always had to cast him in. Only your exquisite scent being the fire to thaw his walls down. It took him seconds before bluntly saying his next words, making you flutter your eyes open to see him softly smiling back at you. His tone warm, comforting and nesh for your sensitive, soft heart soul.

"---you are also my home. I'll always come back to you---always will find you,"

Those words that he stunningly said made your heart skip a beat. The cicatrix glowing beneath the sheets without you knowing, ecstatic of what has come out from his lips as a burst of bliss spread right through your chest.

You've felt the adrenaline rush from his sudden admission and change of aura; abruptly making you nail your elbows on the table, repeatedly blinking back at the witcher when you've felt the balmy cloud of warmth spread around your eyes; close enough for you to cry and you languidly leaned down to his very peaceful face to softly give him a kiss on the lips in which he gladly reciprocated.

No. This wasn't sweet nothings where he tries to win over your heart. His words was a declaration of breaking those walls down for you. It was a key for you to come hopping in, an invitation of seeing the real him; his vulnerable side that nobody ever sees.

Hence, this was the first time you've had someone showing you what it felt to be important, needed and cared for. A person with real intentions. Sensations which you never knew it existed or believed that you would ever get to experience such.

Nevertheless, it took you a trip to another dimension just to have it.

Your mouth left his with a euphonious twang. There was no rush to the kiss or any type of greed. Just a succulent sharing of what you wanted him to feel from your quiet response of what he said. It needed no words of approval or even a shedding of your tears; erasing the worries away if you started bawling your eyes out from his secrets that he whispered. His thick brows furrowed in a questionable expression, intently eyeing your dewy peepers staring back at him. Utterly fond. The witcher feeling as if there was profound affection deep within your eyes as you tried to shield them over with that twinkling gaze of yours.

He knew what he was seeing or feeling from you. But, he chose to ignore as of the moment.

"Jaskier's fond of you," he abruptly admitted, downright apathetic; his gravel tone expressing a mixture of interest and a little bit of doubt, not for you but for himself.

That simple display of what you've visibly felt made your heart soften a lot more than it ever could. Finding it hard to believe that this person slash mutant in front of you also had his own issues, sounding diffident with just conferring about this surprising fact he noticed from his friend who seemed to be catching feelings for you that certainly was quite difficult to believe.

You were biting the tips of your tongue from saying anything further more, pulling back from driving too fast that maybe Geralt was falling behind.

"Jaskier? Your Jaskier? The bard who always tries to ruin my day? you’re hallucinating, Geralt." you wanted to snort from his accusation.

Geralt has given you a dirty look, appearing to look like he has issues with you that he didn't want to expand as he kept his silence and continued to send a grimace. Was he hallucinating? Were he hallucinating when he'd read those words upon your lips hours ago? Was your endearment just a slip of your tongue? A simple caught up in the heat of the moment?

Was he also just hallucinating when you’ve called him ‘love’?

"Am I, really?" the witcher stated flat, sending a displeased hum as he subtly played with the softness of your fingers clutched to his bigger ones.

Your eyes turned wide from his deadpan, "What did I do? That banter sounded sarcastic, kitty!"

The latter slowly blinked, dragging a sigh as his baritone timbre turned stern and also meek no matter how hard he tried to cover it up from the roughness that he wanted it to sound like, you could read between the lines and sure enough, he was self-effacing from his friend who was also fond of you.

"Do...you like the bard?" he hesitatingly trailed off. The question ending with a pause as it sounded completely unforthright. You've given him a tender beam; child like and masking with nothing but innocence, affection and understanding, "Go on. I'm listening. Tell me what's on your mind," you started, seeing his tight lipped mouth shut. Those amber eyes briefly looking away from you,

"---Come on, please? Let me understand and see through the good heart that I've always believed in,"

Geralt gave it a moment. Exactly a minute as you've accepted the tranquil silence with him. Such silence that you have never imagined to be so comforting because back in your apartment, the stillness was eerie and cold; imagining hands trying to take your soul away from surviving a life by working in another country where you had no one but you.

"You're...significant to me." his glowing amber eyes turned heartfelt, shooting warmth through your skin and chest, "---you are a lot to handle. An unorthodox in my dimension. Yet, despite that, you're the havoc I didn't know I needed,"

"You're calling me chaotic. How sweet of you," you deadpanned, snorting from his metaphors that got you successfully rolling your eyes back at him.

"Your existence brought me sheer confusion about you. But, I'd rather have that befuddlement than to not be with you,"

Destiny brought you to him. Those assumptions he'd taken into consideration was now taken into account. Thus, destiny just needed this to not fuck it up. It shouldn't because he much rather not imagine how it would happen nor how he would be able to accept such fate laid before him.

"Jaskier's...a friend---he's important to me," he continued, feeling your other hand fall onto the side of his face; soft fingers tracing along the scar on his forehead and cheekbones with that glimmer in your eyes that make him want to give you another kiss; readable in your peepers was the acceptance he never knew he needed so badly, "---No matter how annoying he is. He's still my companion. A real...friend. I've seen how comfortable you are with him, saw how compatible you were with the bard,"

You've stopped brushing your fingers along his marks. Your free hand sluggishly propping below your chin as you've peered down. A small grin curling your lips, "When have you been a love guru? Does this version of you come up with a graphic chart that tells how many percentages do I seem to be compatible with Jaskier?"

He kept silent, staring straight into your eyes with a lukewarm expression; not understanding your references.

You've given him a faint raise of your brow, skeptically looking at him with an amused flicker of your peepers, "You've seen us that night. Explains why Jaskier was ranting about the door you've broken,"

Geralt kept his mouth tightly shut, shortly looking away before giving you a pensive response, "I've already fixed it---and you know it was not just about that,"

Pulling your closed fist under your chin, you've tilted your head to the side. Pleased by his tamed reaction as you've leaned closer to his face, adoring Geralt's sublime features that never fails to charm you everyday. His charisma totally knocking your wits out as you could finally see more of his true self.

You started, your words smoothly dancing per word; sounding utmost sincere and in wonder, "People in your world say witchers don't feel emotions," even being disregarded like they weren't humans, you silently added much more to yourself when you paused to talk, "---Well, my witcher is exactly the opposite because you're full of it even though you sound unenthusiastic all the time---comes with the mutations, I guess?"

The soft look in his eyes warmed your soul. Attentive of the stars that seem to float inside those amber pair; looking like he'd caught them for you. He stayed silent, never breaking his gaze away from you nor planning to move away from your body close to his.

"Do you want me to be with the bard?" your question caught him off guard, keenly reading through what your eyes wanted to say. The query sounding like it was just a quip.

"Will that make you happy?"

Geralt warily asked, completely earnest of what he said that made you bite the inner plump of your lips. There was a long amount of silence, contemplating what made him think that way, even considering the idea of never getting in the way when you'll choose another person than him. Was he even real?

Your smile fell a little at the question, swiftly unwrapping your hands entwined with his which ignited a tight frown from the witcher when he miscalculated the sudden gesture. But, those dreadful thoughts ceased when you've poked his muscular chest, the part where his heart loudly beat beneath the pad of your index finger.

"Will that make...YOU happy?" you slowly emphasized and returned the question, intently gazing above him. When he never answered and stayed quiet, it was the right time to say words that couldn't be kept to yourself. You've forgotten to bite your tongue from saying anything further less.

"---But, YOU make me happy, Geralt of Rivia. Isn't that enough reason to choose you?"

Keen golden eyes deeply gazed into yours, as genuine than it has ever been before; sucking you in and having no chance to escape from the resplendent color of his hues. Geralt moved beneath to help himself by using his elbow, his sudden elevation making you tilt your head back to see him deeply staring, mouth turning into a tight straight line as he rasped.

"Even if it takes for your life back in your world to be taken away from you---fuck." he abruptly stopped in the middle of his sentence, briskly taking a glimpse of the door behind you when he could hear stealthy padded footsteps hiking up the stairs.

Jaskier.

Geralt sharply sat his back on the headboard. His silvery, unkempt half-tied hair moving as he does so, the white sheets pooling just below his torso. He looked bedraggled and utterly sweaty which made it feel so fulfilling to have him in your presence looking like that. A miraculous snack. You could never have this opportunity back in earth.

You bit your lips from keeping yourself from grinning, curiously eyeing him as you mused. He deliberately scanned your exposed back, "What? What's happening?"

The latter took no questions and quickly pulled the covers over your shoulders as you laid on your front, slightly elevated with the help of your arms tucked under. He loudly sighed, sitting back on the wooden board. Recognizable footfall thumping louder and closer before a wind up bard barged in the room without knocking or announcing his presence.

"You two!" Jaskier exclaimed, ceasing midway in the middle of the room; looking lost and piqued. His pretty face morphed into a tight frown to find you and Geralt utterly rumpled under the sheets. You tossed a look over your shoulder to see the bard straight up crashing inside like there has been no lock or whatsoever.

Geralt motioned with his hands, palms on either side to show how taken aback he was from his friend who came trudging in like he owned the place. His face hinting with displeasure. Wordlessly gesturing towards the bard with a 'What the fuck?' face.

You skeptically hushed whispers beside the witcher, timidly pulling the covers over your wild head, looking stunned as you exclaimed, "I thought you locked the room? I told you to lock it!---What if it was Cirilla?!---Don't you know what a lock is, Geralt?!"

Despite of your panicking and embarrassed state, he was entirely the opposite as he sounded lackadaisical, going on by glaring at the bard who has his face scrunched in utmost displeasure, "I didn't expect them to arrive home this early." the witcher rolled his eyes from his galled self and sent a scowl towards the bard.

Jaskier raised his brow in disbelief, "Early? We've been gone for 8 hours, Geralt!"

"Well, I thought you'll be gone for at least a day and not barge in our room after we had a 'moment', Bard. A knock would’ve suffice."

Another set of padded footsteps, this time it sounded like this person was merrily hopping through the hallway. Until a ball of Ashen hair peeked through the opened doorway with a short Hirikka standing in the middle of the threshold.

"I'm here---woah!" Cirilla seemed to be knocked out of her boots when she saw you emerging from under the covers, bashfully covering your chest with the sheets, looking mortified by everyone seeing you in that kind of state. You were glaring at the witcher who tossed your off the side for a while as he dealt with his scandalous and crazy family.

"---I knew it!" the princess of Cintra loudly clapped and jumped on her feet. Her excitement immediately dying down when she noticed that you both weren't actually clothed beneath the white blankets. She firmly crossed her arms, her nose scrunching in disgust, "---Also, gross! Please do lock the doors next time!"

She whistled at the flabbergasted Hirikka who was sniffing the whole room in bewilderment; stout stopping before the bard as he sniffed him loudly enough for Jaskier to wave his face off away from his face. Cirilla whistled another, catching the beast's attention and making Geralt wince due to his heightened hearing, "Kolby, let's go! I'm giving you a nice warm bath!" before she shut the door closed behind them when he'd run off towards the princess.

Geralt and Jasker were giving each other stern glares; seeming to be in a challenge where one shouldn't back down despite of how mean it appeared to be like.

Jaskier was the first to talk, beginning his interrogation, "Who ruined the dining table?"

You swallowed the butterflies wanting to fly out of your throat, lifting a shaky finger to point at the witcher who was still as he sat on his side of the bed, "I’m definitely not the person who has superpowers here---It's him," but, Geralt seemed to answer in the same time with you.

"No one."

Jaskier didn't seem to want and take everyone's bullshit as he crossed his arms in front of you both. Geralt's clothes on one hand and yours in the other that made a blush go straight up your whole face, burning the dignity that was left. You wanted to yell from how irresponsible you were for leaving your clothes all around the house when you promised yourself that it'll be fixed after your activity.

You didn't expect Geralt to take eight hours---or you did?----and actually forgot what was needed to remember.

"Oh, no one, Geralt? I suppose this shirt is also owned by no one, considering how unclad you are right now? Hmm. Would this tunic come from the Hirikka then?" the toubadour raised his hand where Geralt's black under tunic has been balled up.

Jaskier dramatically puffed out a sigh, sounding like it was the end of the world for what has welcomed them when they came back from their weekly visit for Cuthbert. He held forth about your sudden shenanigans around the house like a father delivering a tirade.

"We leave for eight hours and this is what you both welcomed us in," pause. "---A broken bloody table where we dine!" Another pause as he threw Geralt's clothes at his face in which he caught it perfectly, "---your clothes everywhere in the house like snakes who shed their skins anywhere they go!"

Lastly, his foot fidgeted on the wooden floors, tapping in anxiety as he remembered that tiny scratch he had seen on his beloved musical instrument, entirely galled from the wound it received like it was his baby.

"---and also my lute---my beloved lute falling on the floors! You've hurt her!"

"We didn't touch your lute," Geralt's response was tepid, lazily blinking back at the enraged bard who stood in the middle of the room.

Jaskier's raised his hands to his hips, raising a finger and opening his mouth, expression wild and ready to send another harangue before back paddling inside his train of thoughts.

He briefly shut his mouth, tilting his head to the side as he wondered out loud, "Oh, maybe the air pushed it to fall. I remembered how I left the windows opened too. However---!"

Geralt cut his verbal onslaught, his gaze narrowing at Jaskier who also didn't back down at sending a nasty lour at the entertained witcher.

"I'll fix whatever is needed to fix, bard. Stop your whining," you've felt the bed squeak and bounce. Geralt slipped his legs out of the sheets, feet plopping down the floors as he heavily sighed. It needed power; manpower for Jaskier to leave the room and Geralt knew he wouldn't leave until he pushes him out of the threshold.

The witcher stood tall and firm, completely au naturel from head to foot like how he have been when he was a baby, stark naked without being moved by the idea that Jaskier was in the same room as you. His bare ass never shaking him off and so does the bard.

"Leave. Out of my chambers, Jaskier."

Geralt sauntered to where he is. Your eyebrows raising in amusement as you've marveled over the witcher in the nude. His beautiful, rugged bare back on show with that A+ rating of his derriere in which you freely tried to memorize inside your head.

Though, you couldn't help but take a glimpse of Jaskier who seemed unfazed by this whole nakedness he was seeing; like he was familiar of the whole thing and the white wolf's dangly bits hanging and it has peaked your curiosity.

Do they bathe together then?

The bard has seen your amused smile with a skeptical brow raised to what you were witnessing. Thus, he peeked around Geralt to acknowledge your curiosity; pointing at you with a roguish grin, "That face tells that you have been swimming deep inside the vast depths of the sea, wondering why I am not bothered by the witcher's nudity---"

"Jaskier," Geralt sent a tired warning and held his slim shoulders, forcefully turning him around as he pushed him forward, towards the door.

"---It's because I have rubbed chamomile onto his lovely bottom before! It was true! I never lied! It was a part of the rules in becoming the rightful travel companion until you came along and began rubbing it for himself! Though, I doubt you did it to join our adventures!---"

You couldn't help but stifle your tee-hee from his admission. Finding their friendship amazing to the point that he does it for Geralt; receiving nothing but his altruism and adventures that the witcher has shared together with him.

Geralt loudly closed the door behind Jaskier; his mouth running on and on about how such a change of habits it has been when you came in their life. He'd knock a lot of times, calling out for the both of you and trying to want and barge in your moment but your white wolf finally knew what a lock is and slid the wooden block over the hook to lock his chambers.

"He seriously rubs chamomile on your butt?"

The skyclad man turned on his heel, raising a skeptical brow as you tried to focus hard on his face and not his body that stood before you.

"I guess that silence means yes, then. Oof, such bromance! Don't you think I'm the one who's actually becoming a hindrance between your platonic relationship with your bard?"

"Ridiculous." He took several steps closer, making you turn your head from becoming too flustered over his glorious, scarred body that he certainly isn't afraid or diffident about his imperfections anymore after you've treated them like it was a part of him that you will always accept. Geralt sat on your side, reaching over the bedside table to look beneath the drawers.

The latter placed a small, transparent bottle on your hand. A clear yellowish tone of liquid inside as you stared at it, thoroughly intrigued, "What's this? Is it another one of your witcher potions?"

Geralt hummed in negation, lifting his calloused hand to take your chin in between his fingers, turning your head to look at his ardent, shining amber, "Eucalyptus Oil. Took it from Cirilla's chambers. For you---For later. Perhaps, our recent activities had you feeling utterly spent,"

You've blinked, taken aback from his plans for whatever it is he wanted. Though, it didn't take you to put two on two together to know where his plans would take you, "Why are you---Oh. I know. I definitely know what you want." pause. "---you are insatiable, Geralt."

Geralt gently nudged your chin, tilting it up to his advantage as he leaned down to press a soft buss to your lips. Once again, he'd took your breath away by how tender he was handling you. The mere opposite of what people see and expected from because they never had the chance to walk through him; they didn’t have the courage to know who he really was.

His thumb that rested upon your chin were easily replaced with his lips, kissing you on the spot before gliding the dimples of his nose to yours, subtly giving you an Eskimo kiss.

"My overly developed lechery certainly comes from the mutation,"

Geralt's mouth lifted into a small, unusual beam, fluttering his eyes closed as he concentrated on you and that specific comfort he found. Questions came hitting him like stones, breaking the mirthful bubble that he was brought in.

He didn't want you to go home anymore because he'd found home in you.

But, what if fate had move mountains and threw his happiness away again? Leaving him no choice but to watch you go?

Taglist for WOTN: (Strikethrough means I can’t tag you, bb’s! 💖) @alyxkbrl @himarisolace @barkingbullfrog @ayamenimthiriel @hellodevilslittlesister @vania-marie @spookypeachx @grungelovebug @fangirl-inthe-us @nympeth @amirahiddleston @gabethelobster @dreaming-about-starfleet @uncoolcloudyhead @melaninstylezz @psychosupernatural @missjenniferb @dance-dreamer @marvelousell @kingniazx @angelias134 @tapismyforte @chook007 @covid-donotenter @winter-moons @cheesecakeisapie @silverkitten547 @angelofthor @carrieannewaywardson, @plantingmum, @stuckupstucky, @shesthelastjedi, @a--1--1--3, @gutfucks,

Overall witcher taglist: @pizza-eater-i-ate-the-pizza

General taglist for Henry: @agniavateira, @iloveyouyen, @rahdaleigh,

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90sdiablo · 2 years

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yee-haw!! another tag game!

just got tagged by the one and only @skin--slave, so let's goooo!!

20 writer questions

1: how many works do you have on ao3?

9. the other three are part of a collective fic series I work off and on called The Shifty Motel.

2: what my total ao3 wordcount?

17,470. I oughta keep writing and posting.

3: how many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

somehow, all of them feature Manson. however, I crossed him over with Korn, Kittie, more OC stuff, etc.

4: what are my top five fics by kudos?

Fastest Route, Prayer Service, The New Era, A Warm Evening, and Love and Howl It Loud.

5: do i respond to comments, why or why not?

absolutely! it helps me know that the reader really enjoyed it! ^^

6: what’s the fic i’ve written with the angstiest ending?

uhhh, maybe Community's Choice? it has two chapters, so it's quite debatable. :/

7: what’s the fic i’ve written with the happiest ending?

the most recent fic I've just posted has a wholesome ending. I guess that counts as a "happy ending".

8: do i write crossovers? if so, what’s the craziest thing i’ve written?

yeah! most of them are the craziest since they are based on analog horror films I have watched on YouTube.

9: have i ever received hate on a fic?

ehh, maybe. if I did, the guys were probably too scared to say anything.

10: do i write smut? if so, what kind?

yes, and they are LGBTQ+ friendly. trans/enby characters probably don't have that much valid representation. but yeah, good gay/enby smut is good.

11: have i ever had a fic stolen?

nahh...

12: have i ever had a fic translated?

nope.

13: have i ever co-write a fic?

sorta. I usually provide a partner some free time to work as well as free time to get other things settled before doing so.

14: what’s my all time favourite ship?

Manson and Diablo. they both have a "best friend" kind of relationship and they go out and have various adventures that a best-friend duo would do in a world that tries to keep putting them down.

15: what’s a wip i want to finish but don’t think i ever will?

hehehe... I don't think my fics would be ever left behind. however, I'm currently working a BIG fic starring Manson and Diablo go concert touring and as said before, it'll have allegories so shhhh...

16: what’s my writing strengths?

around midway on writing something I really get into the scene. like, I even quote and act possible lines a character might say. an example would be if I were to write Diablo saying "yee-haw!" I do a hillbilly voice and emphasize the "yee-haw" as a reference to describe it.

17: what’s my writing weakness?

trying to shift gears when it comes to writing the beginning and end of a scene.

18: what’s my thought on writing dialogue in other languages in fic?

if I were to write foreign-language dialogue, it'll be something quick and simple. for example, I might use italics inside quotes. I dunno, I haven't written any characters that speak in a foreign language.

19: what was the first fandom i wrote for?

just as cliche as it sounds, it was Harry Potter. I was a dumb middle-schooler obsessed with magic and wizard stuff.

20: what’s my favourite fic i’ve written:

I guess right now, it's the Shifty collective project. it has alternate history and worldbuilding elements to it. sometimes, the characters appear as total badasses when the bad guys try to put them down, and sometimes the characters have crazy, daring, and sometimes dirty adventures.

so, I guess that's it for this tag game. if I spoiled any fics for you, I'm sorry. but other than that, I tag anyone! ^^

#tag game #fic game

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prettyallfriends · 3 years

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Pretty Rhythm: My☆Deco Rainbow Wedding Chapter 15+16 English Translation

(These two are seriously my fav chapters so far, they were legitimately hilarious at times. Also Mia has disappeared for some reason, and So-min becomes the player's new sidekick for a while which is soooo good)

Chapter 15: The Gold Spiral Cup is a Bad Omen?

So-min: So you really did enter, Player? The third Spiral Cup… The Gold Spiral Cup! Hm… In that case... Kachow!

Shi-yoon: Ahaha, what kind of weird pose are you doing, So-min~?

So-min: It’s not a weird pose, Shi-yoon! This is… my… um… 'challenging Player pose'!!

Jae-eun: Munch munch! Slippery flavour~

So-min: Jae-eun! I’m not slipping!

Shi-yoon: It’s okay, that uhh, “focused” face of yours is funny, So-min. Ya~y!

So-min: I wasn’t trying to be funny! God! Jae-eun and Shi-yoon really drive me mad sometimes!

Shi-yoon: Ahaha! Thanks for the compliment!

Jae-eun: Munch munch! The flavour of happiness~

So-min: How was that a compliment!? Christ… why are we doing this right before the contest!? We don’t have time to waste talking like this! You want to be able to concentrate before the big contest too, right Player?

Choice: Nah, I’m feeling pretty relaxed! / Yep! Let me focus.

Shi-yoon: Yaa~y! Relax, relax. Charge up your power for the show.

So-min: As expected from the winner of the Bronze and Silver Spiral Cups. The aura of a star shines through your whole body. In that case I’m satisfied! However! We won’t lose to you! We’ve been preparing for this day by… huh? Player, are you looking for someone? Hm, Rinne? Looks like she’s not here. Though, if you work hard enough, she’ll probably hear about it… in which case, it will not have been a waste of time! Kachow! ...Whoops, I did it again.

Jae-eun: Ah! So-min’s doing her weird pose again~!

Shi-yoon: Ahaha. She’s so funny, ya~y!

So-min: It’s not a weird pose! You two are really…

Jae-eun: Oh, it tastes like the contest’s about to start~

So-min: Ah, we talked until it started! Anyway, Player… let’s both do our best in competing!

(prism show)

So-min: It’s finally time for the results.

Jae-eun: Munch munch! I can taste everyone’s nervousness… The winner is…

Shi-yoon: Player-san! Ya~y!

So-min: So now you’ve won the Bronze, Silver and Gold Spiral Cup… Y-you’re definitely n-not a run-of-the-mill prism star~!

Jae-eun: Losing to you tastes frustrating… but your show was wonderful, and had a really fun flavour!

Shi-yoon: Congrats, Player-san. Ya~y! Ah! It looks like you’ve won the Gold Spiral Dress frame!

So-min: It’s so sparkly… it’s shining almost as bright as your show today!

Shi-yoon: Hurry up and let us see you in the dress you make with it!

So-min: I’m sure the golden sparkle of this dress will reach Rinne’s heart… No matter where they are, rivals are always interested in what their opponent is up to.

Shi-yoon: Though, now that you’ve won three Spiral Cups, Rinne won’t be the only person interested in what you’re up to… Other prism stars will hear rumours about you, Player-san.

So-min: Good point… You’re probably going to get a lot more rivals now. Well, I doubt they’ll show up that fast. Kachow!

??? (Shi-yoon foretold you, Serena): So it’s you, huh~? You’re this Player I've hear so much about, right?

So-min: What!? Instantly a rival-ish person has appeared!

??? (Kanon): We’ve heard a lot of rumours about you.

??? (Serena): Come with us for a sec...

So-min: Ahhh! Somehow we’ve gotten into a bad situation~!

(i have no clue what serenon are ever saying bye. Wasnt expecting them to show up ngl)

Chapter 16: The Chaotic Manzai Princesses

So-min: Ooooh… They brought us with them, just like that… Those two are MARs’ rivals, Serenon. This isn’t gonna turn into a… dangerous situation, right? I feel like we wouldn’t be able to run away even if we tried!!! Though maybe it’s not too late, let’s run away…

??? (Serena): Sorry to leave ya waiting~...

So-min: EEEP! They’ve appeared~!!

Serena: My name’s Jounouchi Serena! And she’s…

Kanon: I’m Toudou Kanon. It’s nice to meet you, Player-han.

Serena: We’ve been hearing a lot of rumours that a rookie star just appeared out of nowhere.

Kanon: You’re a newbie, yet you’ve been winning tournaments left and right, and…

Serena: You’re the rival of Rinne, the promising new prism star!

Kanon: How could Serenon leave such an amazing prism star alone like that?

So-min: They’re going to do something to you, Player!

Serena: Hehehe. We’re gonna…

So-min: I can hear my heart thumping!

Serena: ...ask you for a favour!!

So-min: Gah--! Wait, a favour?

Serena: Player, your power as a prism star is the real deal! We need ya to join us in a manzai prism show!! Serenon perform manzai prism shows, and we want loads of people to come see them!!!

Kanon: So we need Player-han’s power to achieve that. Would ya consider doing manzai prism show training with us!?

Choice: Hm… What shall I do…? / No~ I’m really not good at manzai…

Serena: (She’s crying. Why are both choices bad) Whyyyyyy!? You have the sense for comedy! You’re trampling on our dreams!

So-min: Please wait a minute! Player can do something else to help you two! They can’t practise with you, as they have to do lessons to prepare for the Rainbow Cup. And their showdown with Rinne isn’t over yet!

Serena: Rinne… She’s like a partner to you, huh?

So-min: They’re a bit different than manzai partners…

Serena: I’ve got it! I hear ya loud and clear! In that case, get ready to compete against us!

Kanon: If ya win, you’re free to form a pair with Rinne.

Serena: But if we win, you gotta do manzai with us!

So-min: Why this… I don’t get what’s happening anymore, but it looks like you have to do this.

Serena: If you look down on the power of laughter, you better look out! I’m Serena!

Kanon: And I’m Kanon!

Serena: And together we’re Serenon! It’s a pleasure to be here~

(prism show)

Serena: Gah----!! Player, your show was super fun...

Kanon: Being able to make the audience smile more than Serenon could is a great feat!

Serena: Grr~ It’s frustrating, but since you won, you can group up with Rinne.

So-min: No… They never wanted to form a pair with Rinne in the first place.

Serena: Huuuh? That so? That’s too bad, so.

So-min: Why is that?

Kanon: Player-han and Rinne-han seem to be really close after all. How do I put this, they seem to share a bond that’s different than their bonds with others.

Serena: A pair or group will end up having a mysterious bond, right? Our rivals in MARs are like that, and so are we!

Kanon: When I’m with Serena, whether it’s manzai or prism shows, I’m happy.

Serena: Woah woah woah! Why are you saying that kinda thing so suddenly!? I’m gettin’ all shy…

Kanon: What are you getting shy for!? You’re a manzai prism show star, how can you handle being the boke if you can’t handle this!?

Serena: Damn, I really messed up!! How could I~!?

Kanon: Hehe. Well, being able to joke around like this is one of the most fun parts about being partners. Of course, rivals have strong bonds too, like us and MARs. Player-han, forge some strong bonds with Rinne, okay?

Serena: Rivals and friends… If a duo like that did manzai, it’d be hilarious!! Player, you sure ya won’t try doing a manzai prism show?

So-min: ...they will not.

Serena: Ah! You’re a really great tsukkomi, ya know!

Kanon: Player-han, if you ever feel like a manzai lesson, drop us a line whenever, okay? Prism shows and manzai are both about making the audience members happy. I’m looking forward to seeing if you can make your audience smile at the Rainbow Cup!

Serena: Looks like it’s time to go. This has been Serena!

Kanon: And Kanon!

Serena: And this was Serenon! Thank you very much for coming!!

#pretty rhythm #pretty rhythm aurora dream #pretty rhythm dear my future #pretty series #mdrw

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hyunyin · 3 years

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- fic writer tag -

tagged by @luminois... sort of :) i really wanted to do this, hopefully also to give my followers a bit of an insight into my history with writing!

1. what fandoms have you written for (but do not currently)?

I have written for One Direction, 5 Seconds of Summer and Teen Wolf!

2. what fandoms are you currently writing for?

I currently write for Stray Kids and Stranger Things!

3. how long have you been writing for?

I think my first ever written story that I would be able to find dates back to halfway elementary school, so 7 or 8 maybe? I’ve been writing for a long time, for sure.

4. on which platform do you post your stories?

I've posted on Wattpad and Tumblr in the past, at the moment I post my works on Tumblr and AO3! I keep different platforms for different fandoms at the moment right now, though.

5. what is your favourite genre to write?

For Stray Kids I like to write fluff and smut the most, though recently with a wip I’ve been enjoying angst, mystery and action a lot! A little ~teaser~ for you all, hehehe.

6. are you a pantser or a planner?

Both! I plan, and then kind of go from there. I used to just do whatever I felt, and I still do for one-shots. However, since I’ve been leaning into making longer works recently, I’ve been discovering the importance of planning for myself.

7. one-shot or multi-chapter?

Hmmm... I really like both. One-shots are easier to write, multi-chapter lets you enjoy writing a story for a bit longer and is a little easier with scene cuts sometimes.

8. what is the perfect chapter length in your opinion?

I usually strive for 2.5k to 5k per chapter. However, word counts are a concept and also a lie. I’ve also written stories where a one-line chapter was way stronger than any other amount of words could have been. It all depends!

9. what is your longest published story?

An ongoing series on my AO3. So far it’s at 35k.

10. which story did you enjoy working on the most?

Hmmm... not the story itself yet per se, but the planning for the Stray Kids series I’m working on right now. It required quite a lot of world building and character assessments, which was a lot of fun.

11. favorite request you’ve ever written and why?

My first fic on this Tumblr, “How The Seasons Change.” I recently reread it, and as it was my first request ever I still remember very well how giddy I was while writing it.

12. are there recurring themes in your stories?

Rain. I love using rain and weather in general to add to the mood of a scene.

13. current number of wips?

Two big ones at the moment, both multi-part full-lengths stories. One is ongoing, the other I still am working on since the method of posting is different for both ones. Smaller one-shot tips is in the 20-somethings.

14. three things you have noticed about your writing?

1. During dramatic moments I tend to use repetition to add some extra shock value to certain happenings.

2. I describe more than I use dialogue.

3. I have a hard time describing how people convey emotions with ways that are not words.

15. a quote you like from a published story?

“By the time something was actually crawling through his garden and making noise, he was fast asleep.”

“Nowhere to go, both desperately fighting off the fear that they had to be feeling. Hiding it under a false sense of freedom. They’d end up on the streets like this.”

16. a quote from an unpublished story?

“This time there is no fresh breeze to greet you. There is no heavy rain either. There is something else. There is a boy. There is a boy with blond hair and freckles waiting on the platform and his face lights up into a pitiful smile when he sees you sitting in the train, in your completely drenched and exhausted state.”

17. space for you to say something to your readers

During my break from Tumblr I had quite a rough time. It makes me really happy when I see that people still look at my blog and leave things in the tags when they reblog posts, send me asks or just interact with me in any way. I really want everyone to know that I am earnestly working on new content, and I hope you’ll stick by me for a bit longer. It makes me so happy that people read my writing, and I plan to keep writing for a long time!

tagging anyone who wants to do this!

#love from your rosie

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dajaregambler · 3 years

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HeliosR - Mission of CASINO Event story - Chapter 1

Translation of chapter 1 of the event ‘Mission of CASINO’ from ‘Helios Rising Heroes’.

Keith: No more bets

Keith: Your hand is, 8… 18…. Any draws?

Keith: Stay huh, 'kay. My hand is, 9, 16-

Keith: ….20. Alright, it’s my win

Guest A: Awah, I lost eh. Been some time since I came here and yet luck still won’t come my way

Guest B: You’re pretty insightful. Been doing this kinda work for a while?

Keith: Nah, had an other job before I came here. Got hired here just few days ago.

Guest B: Heeh~ Aren’t you quite the genius?

Keith: It ain’t like that y’know. Only got hired since they don’t got enough staff around here

Guest A: Not enough… True, everytime I come here more than half of the staff gets changed up.

Guest A: This isn't anything special to here but, there's been some bad rumors floating round the place. Don’t know if it’d be better for you to go hurry up and search for some other place to work at.

Guest B: Long time ago we’d often come to this place to play however… lately this whole place’s atmosphere did a complete 180.

Keith: ...Heeh, thanks for telling me some interesting stuff

Keith: Though since I finally got hired here, I ain’t gonna give up that easily.

Guest A: Right… You must also have it rough.

Keith: Haha, sure do. Am havin’ it pretty rough

Keith: Haaah~~~~

Keith: (Playing one game with customers is enough to wear me out…Seriously, I’d be long gone if I could call it quits.)

Keith: (Though, can’t afford to do that…)

Keith: (Guess I’ll kick back for a sec)

Staff A: Hey! Are you loitering around again?

Keith: Loitering? Nah, just goin’ for a break

Staff A: How many times are you going to say it’s a break. Geez, we don’t have enough hands around here, should’ve hired a more hardworking guy...

Keith: But, going on off on yer employment criteria, ain’t the chance of some ‘decent’ guy getting hired pretty low?

Staff A: ...That might be the case-

Staff A: Uh, that’s not it! The guys I hired until now worked far better than you did. Don’t blame that laziness of yours on the employment criteria!

Keith: Ah, yeah yeah. First I’mma have a smoke and then go entertain the guests

???: Uoooooh!

Keith: Mh? That was pretty damn loud…..

Staff A: Aah, a new employee’s coming in today. A trainee dealer if I’m not mistaken

Staff A: Oi, newbie! C’mere!

???: !! Yes…!

Keith: …!

Staff A: Starting from today you’re a new employee. Doesn’t seem like he got any skill in particular, that’s why he’s a trainee dealer. Um, name was…

Junior: ...It is Leonard, sir.

Staff A: Ah, that was it. So, same story as always, this guy got introduced to our business ‘cuz he was all alone, got no family and had no job.

Keith: Heheh, all alone huh…

Junior: You- don’t laugh about it!

Keith: Aah my bad. Just thinking youngins got it rough~

Keith: Guess I’ll introduce myself. I’m Keith, I’m the same as you, nothing more than a recently employed newbie

Keith: I got employed here ‘cuz I’m also all alone with no family, and had no job either. Huhuh

Junior: I told you to not laugh about it, bastard…

Junior: ...Anyway, shouldn’t you say something like ‘’Nice to meet you’’ at a time like this? Even if it’s only for the sake of being polite.

Keith: Ya think so? We don’t know each other's real name or background here, ain’t interested in being polite.

Staff A: Geez, get some manners. Either way, I have some business to attend, teach him about this place’s basics.

Keith: Eeeh, the hell with that. I just started working here, I’m sure there’s more suitable guys around here

Staff A: You’ll laze around if I don’t give you any work. Either way, I’m leaving it to you

Keith: Man, way to push all the annoying stuff on me...

Keith: Uhm, Ju….Leonard was it? Got no choice here, guess we’ll work together from now on.

Junior: ….Oi, how long are you planning to do this?

Keith: Hm-? Dunno what you’re going on ‘bout~?

Junior: Gh! I already told you, how long are you gonna play pretend!

Keith: Oi oi, keep your voice down~ We’re putting up an act here after all.

Keith: Anyways, didn’t think I’d be meeting you here this soon already though

Junior: Aren’t I pretty lucky since I was able to join up quickly on my own. All thanks to how I'm always on my best behaviour★

Keith: My plan was to take my sweet time with joining up together, y‘know~

Junior: Haah? Seriously, did you goddamn forget what were doing here to begin with or something!?

Notes:

For those curious, they’re playing a round of Blackjack in the beginning :]

#heliosR #helios rising heroes #keith max #leonard wright jr.#missionofcasino

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Hi Flora! I'd like to ask you a question and since it's smutember this would be kinda on topic: what do you think of Usagi and Mamoru's sex life in manga? I remember how there's been debates for yeeears about how far they've gone and when (though there's no doubt about it in the final chapter lol) and the sleepovers and that infamous time in R, but then her words during body-switch with Chibs in Super and just... What do you think?

Hi anon! You are so right! This is the best fitting time for this question! And I LOVE THAT YOU ASKED IT. Of course, this has been discussed before, and way better, and so I’d like to point out that what follows is my OPINON, and nothing more! Anyway, some sites quote that it has been stated by Naoko that they did not have sex before the last volume of the Manga, so it’s perhaps canon that they haven’t – this just to preface – Howeverrrr.

Usagi’s and Mamoru’s relationship IS intimate in the manga. Definitely. However you want to argue it, these two are very comfortable in touching each other, are people who use touch-based comforting techniques, revel in each other’s closeness. In times of crisis, they hug and they kiss and they cling.

And outside of crisis, we see them making out in a very, very, healthy and trusting and emotionally connecting way that indicates physical intimacy, no matter how far they went with it.

So yes, we see them making out and being comfortable a lot.

So if nothing else, they probably did a lot of heavy heavy making out. Which we saw. Which is canon. Which is absolutely normal for two teenagers and such a beautiful thing.

We also tho have two famous scenes that argue against them being in a sexual relationship. One is a phonecall from Usagi with her mother going all ‘hehehe our relationship is PURE’ when she says she and Chibs will stay the night at Mamo-chan’s (which, if you want to check my #my mustard tag, I’ve taken apart before and really don’t think an expression like that from a teenager to her MOTHER can be taken at face value); and a different one, a little more convincing, is the fact that in the Manga scene in Japanese, where they enter High School and daydream about the things they can now do with their lives, Usagi actually says something along the lines of that Mamoru and she could now take the next step of their relationship; which many interpreted as being able to legally get married (which you can in Japan from 16 on) and others understanding it as alluding to taking it to the next step of a sexual relationship – which legally in Japan would have been possible way before for her)

But yes, keep in mind, when openly asked, Naoko said in an interview that they didn’t have sex before the last Manga chapter.

With all of this discussion tho, you do have to keep in mind the culture and the time Sailor Moon was written in. You have to remember that at the time is was a big deal that they even kissed in the show as much as they did. Other contemporary animes of the time didn’t do that as often and as openly and it was a Big Topic at the time. Sailor Moon was showing intimacy within an established relationship in ways that was a little groundbreaking at the time. And I am fully convinved that even IF Naoko had intended for them to have a sexual relationship beforehand, that she would not have been able to say so in an interview. Especially if you consider the fact that her publisher’s regularly stopped her in her sex-positive ways. That was one of the reasons that her final artbook, featuring among else a naked-from-the-waist-up and WINGED Usagi wearing sexy underwear among other sexy lingerie, was self-published, because her publishers were against it.

So anyway, I’m saying I’m pretty sure even IF (ififif) Naoko had intended it to be read otherwise (and we will never know) she would not have said so.

However, she did write the Manga in the way she did, open-ending scenes in which this could happen. The kitchen scene. We have a memory of Usagi where she pictures Mamoru naked at least from the waist up. She drew pictures of them like this plenty. Theirs is that artbook that features Usagi in very sexy lingerie, etc. She wrote Usagi naked and pure and fought a sexist standard in which these two would not go together.

Thus, I think the manga was drawn in the way that we could make up our own minds I think. We could decide, reading it, what happened between them.

And if look at this from a sex-positive (which Naoko definitely was) and likelihood view, if this were a real, non-fictional dynamic, I see this:

They were 14 and 16 when the Manga started. And they were quickly in an absolutely trusting, committed, head over heels in love relationship where they trusted each other with their lives. Where they expressed intimacy and comfort through reassuring touch. They would have been confident and trusting with each other enough to be intimate. And it’s not unlikely for teenagers that age who are in a realtionship as healthy as theirs to be intimate with each other.

Also, they probably remember having had sex in the silver millennium.

Plus, there’s the fact that they have been WAY more intimate than sex. They’ve been savng the world together forever, went through the most horryfying, most traumatizing, most intense things together side by side and holding hands. Trusting each other and counting on each other and nonverbally communicating.

If you ask people what they would do if the world ended tomorrow, a LOT of people answer with ‘have sex all day’. They’ve went up to face the end of the world a LOT, these two. AND they’ve proven to each other before that touch and intimacy is something that helps them through panic.

Judging from an overview of people and relationships and intimacy, I think if this were realistic, they realistically would have had sex at one point within in the story. (But you know, stories don’t have to be realistic! And neither do individual lives, for that matter!) And Usagi has proven to us over and over again that her beautiful portrayal of purity doesn’t include old-fashioned, harmful and repressing concepts such as linking sexuality to negating purity.

@luna-whiskers said it very nicely before:

“But I think Naoko gave us something different, and ignoring the sexual side of Sailor Moon isn’t doing women a favor either. Usagi is not a sexless being. She may represent purity and light and goodness, but she is not the virginal lamb to Beryl’s evil sex queen.”

I agree with this. And in that same vein, I think it is an absolute realistic portrayal to think these two teenagers who sacrificed themselves a lot for the world and loved each other to pieces and trusted each other with everything they had would have been lovers. And I also think this should not be such an emotional conversation anymore, with people being outraged if someone implies they were or could have been. I really think we’re past that.

And well, I do like to think if we’re ok with stories where we see a 14 to 16 yo teenager repeatedly die to save the world, we should be ok with her expressing her love and trust physically with her committed long-term teenage partner.

#my mustard #long post #I hopethis answers the question to your satisfaction anon lol #usamamo kiss #usamamo cuddles #manga #usagi x mamoru #on lemons #lemons #on canon #celebrating sex-positivity together #they're TOUCHY ok?!#and they TRUST each other blindly #🍋

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smellycinnamonthundahfudge · 4 years

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twas tagged by both @parallelmarvel and @tare8chan. i actually cant believe i was hhaha i’m aiming to be the legit writer worthy of this tag game other writers participated in. think u for thanking of meh 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Author Name: smellycinnamonthundahfudge on tumblr, AND JUST IN, I’M petertheparkerpus_mjmonogram ON AO3 YALLLSSSS. I FINALLY CAME THEEERREEE YYAAAYYYYY

Fandom You Write For: predominantly mcu’s spideychelle. (i also wrote tz stuff back then heh). but, i have also written (but not posted) for hiccstrid, got, darejones, simmosa, incredibles 2, and bughead hahaha.

Where You Post: i started on tumblr, so literally all of the works i wanted to share are on here. buuttt, like i said, I JUST GOT AN AO3 ACCOUNT YALLSSS. i’ve posted my first pj fics on there for now, but i havent posted em all yet so i am now beginning the process of importing em. im excited :’’’)))

Most Popular One-Shot: Take Flight (peter & mj’s flight home from the ffh trip, click for a nervous jelly peter hehehe)

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: hhmmm, ok, so i’m not even sure if it classifies as a multi-chapter haha but i think so cus i wrote them as a continuous story in mind haha. i posted the “chapters” separately but i like to imagine it was just one story, Safehouse Sleepovers (consists of Safehouse, Safehouse Singalongs, and Hot chocolate). it’s my only multi-chapter story (not even sure if it classifies as one haha) so de facto most popular one hahaha. oh and it’s essentially a canon compliant post ffh fic bout pj bonding in the parkers’ safehouse hehe. (oh but i guess maybe the newly named airports could also be considered multi-chapter, is 2 chaps enough to call it that? haha so dunno maybe i take back the only mc story thing haha. it’s still the more popular one tho cus airports i wrote before ffh even came out haha)

Favorite Story You Wrote: oof this is a hard one... ooohhh, i feeelll like i gotta, just gotta go with 5 + 1 gifts and Just Breathe cus they’re just so precious 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 but tbh i luv all of em. just as whole fics, they seem better to me haha

Story You Were Nervous to Post: ALL BRUHHH i mean im just not that confident with my works yet haha. buttt the one i was rlly the most nervous about was Home for the Holidays cus it was my first time writing with an actual person in mind to write it for haha. plus, it was the first fic i wrote after pj month so oof gods was i rusty by the time i wrote it hahaha haaysst. i think it was ok enough tho. plus they said it was good so yay. im just glad i actually did it haha.

How Do You Choose Your Titles: eh just whatevs i feel is catchy and is a good concise nice indicator of the plot heh. hhmm i feel like i usually come up with titles during the brainstorming process for the fic, like before actually writing it or while writing it.

How Many of Your Stories Are:

Complete: if im counting the “chapters” i mentioned earlier as one story each, then probs round 24. i say probs cus there’s some fics i wrote somewhere, where i feel like i finished em but i dont have access to them currently so im not 100 if it’s complete by my standards or nah haha

In-Progress: hhhhmmm im not sure if it’s write to call these in-progress. i’d rather call em unfinished, like i have 16 unfinished stories, or just written out story outlines. im not sure if i should call em in progress cus im not sure if i even still rlly plan to finish em, yknow? haha like they really are genuinely fun interesting n creative story ideas n plans thus far, i feel. but i just- lazy, yknow? haha i have to build up to writing a story for A LOONGG TIME haha

Coming Soon: hehehehe. technically it’s completed already, all i have to do is just make the post on tumblr hehe (as of the moment i wrote this post). im so excited for yalls to read The Bathroom hihihi <333

Upcoming Story You’re Most Excited to Write: oofff im not even sure if im actually gonna wind up writing these buuuut, dancing pj still seems so cute n pure n fun. and also, in addition to the countless other aus my annoying brain came up with on pj month, my brain annoyingly got even more fic ideas rolling around it now:

a moulin rouge au (peter’s the famous singer/dancer known as the spider-man who attracts men and women alike in the famous moulin rouge run by liz toomes with a gallery of other colorful rogues, heroes, villains, and just other sorts of attractive characters based on the comicbooks of old. mj is a young new budding writer looking to gain world experience to write about. she winds up in the moulin rouge, meets the infamous spider-man and gets to know the kind man behind the alluring and mysterious mask. im imagining tom’s lsb, laura’s hollywood, and z’s halloween euphoria ep costume for the aesthetic im going for haha. im still torn on whether to keep the og ending or not hahahaha)

maybe a friends with benefits fic. where it’s not so angsty or full of drama. and genuinely just keeping it cool and chill til they inevitably just decide to actually get together/stay friends. it’s all up in the air and they’ll figure it out when they figure it out.

producers inspired, roommates au. the kdrama did the trope well and it made me want to see it applied to my two dorks 🥺🥺🥺🥺

lastly, a first time fic for our two dorky virgins hahaha. i kinda like the idea of them planning out their first time to the most minute of details and just the actual process of figuring out what they want to do n stuff haha just seems real cute to me 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗

Do You Accept Prompts: hahahhaha look, i’m never one to say no ok? i mean, if i just straight up say no, im possibly saying no to potential ideas that are so inspiring i wind up writing it immediately. so yes, i’d like to say im willing to accept prompts. however, there is absolutely no guaranteed follow up and for that i’m sorry. i can just never know how i’ll react to an idea so there ya go. that’s my honest response haha.

im taggin the fic writers ive read over the years that havent been tagged by the ones that tagged me. hold my juice box. @spideymjlove @jediparkers @itsjacobperalta @thatsnicebutimmarried @bookishandbossy @thefudge @galaxy-parker @spideychelle-romanogers @spiders-n @petty-parker @smalltreenergy @dead-end-street @softboyholland @mamgt @justanotherfangirlpassingthrough @machiavelien @peterjonesparker @blaisezabini @thegreenwomanswalkman @crazy4dragons @dragonydreams @attachedtomybookshelf @haddocksortails @dyannehs @funkytoes @jenni41 @rebelcaptaindaily @starxdust22 no presh obvi. just thought dis might peak yalls interest. thanks for all that you’ve writtteeennnn 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 🥺🥺🥺🥺 (btw some of yalls might have just written hcs for all i know, i literally dunno anymore, but like i said iz nbd. just also wanted to give my thanks since im not entirely sure i was able to do so before)

#important #jazzessments

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ayma-nidiot · 4 years

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In the White Light - Prideshipping fic Chapter 16

Chapter 16 – Rival of the Pharaoh

The KC Grand Tournament that played out over the next several months featured some fascinating people. Not the least of which was a man with long, pink hair and many winged-beast-based cards. This man was no match for Yami Yugi, however, who unsurprisingly won top prize. The pharaoh’s finals match was so fun to watch that even the losers were thrilled.

All losers, that is, except for Rex Raptor and Weevil Underwood. After a “valiant” effort to worm their way into the tournament, they still managed to lose in one turn to the pink-haired man. To add to their misfortunes, neither boy had been able to exact the revenge they badly wanted.

“We can’t even find Yugi and Joey!” Weevil sat on a nearby bench in a humble park.

“Haven’t you heard of this thing called ‘we can just duel them at school?’”

“Haven’t you heard of this thing called ‘we don’t even go to the same school as them, you nitwit?’”

“Yeah, kind of hard to do, when you think about it.” Rex took a seat next to Weevil. He pretended not to notice the bug duelist slightly turn away from him. “Especially for me. Your family’s almost as loaded as Kaiba, so you could probably move to Domino City whenever you want. But for us poor, average Joes, it’s not that easy. Hell, it took me most of my allowance money just to come here for the Egy- I mean, the cheese festival, as well as to the KC Grand Tournament.”

Weevil still didn’t have the heart to look at Rex and spoke to him while absentmindedly staring at pigeons eating off of the ground. He even fetched some of his own snacks from his handbag to feed to them, if only as a distraction. “I can understand why you wanted to come to the ‘cheese festival,’ but why the KC Grand Tournament? We didn’t even arrive in time to sign up.”

Rex scooted a bit closer to Weevil, hoping to the gods that the shorter duelist could see the couples walking by. “I mean, after all we’ve been through during the whole Orichalcos brouhaha, you still don’t know?”

“Know what?” The dinosaur duelist was so close that when Weevil subconsciously stuck out his hand, his fingers lightly brushed Rex’s.

“Ugh, you may be book smart, but you could stand to be a little more… well, other kinds of smart!” Rex couldn’t resist moving his hand on top of Weevil’s. “I… Weevil, I… I think… that I l-”

“W-Wait, do you hear something?” Weevil intentionally ruined the mood, in part because he was way too nervous, but also because he really could hear something. “That deep voice definitely sounds like the pharaoh’s. Why don’t we check it out, and maybe challenge him to a duel while we’re at it?”

“A… A duel.” With a frown on his face, Rex followed Weevil in the direction of the voice. “Yeah, whatever you say.”

Rex felt so downtrodden that he had nearly walked right into Yami Yugi’s line of sight, if not for Weevil pulling him from behind a bush and ordering, “Get down, you dimwit!”

“So.” Kaiba stood in a secluded part of the park, along with Yami Yugi, Joey, Tristan, Téa, and Mokuba. “Now that you’ve taken the KC Grand Tournament Crown, you plan to ride on that victory all the way to ancient Egypt. We’re going to save your other High Priests from dying. Do I have that right?”

“Yes. Now is the time. I will take my kingdom back and make things right!”

“Um, question…” Tristan weakly raised a hand. “How are we going to get there?”

“Ah, I must have forgotten to mention it. Well, you’ll find out soon enough.” Yami Yugi took a deep breath before starting the Incantation. “Ikustaka ukuyiras imay… Uomo irotih…”

“Hey, check it out, Weevil!” Fascinated by the rising water, Rex got out from behind the bush. “Yugi’s using some kind of weird magic.”

“You’re supposed to keep a low profile!” Weevil ran after Rex but could not catch up. “Get back here, dino brain! Wh-Whoaaaah!”

“Weevil!” Rex’s voice was barely audible in the deep water.

“Heeeelp!” Weevil quickly began to run out of air. “I can’t swim!”

Rex swam through the strong current to catch Weevil from falling any further. Hmm… So why are we struggling, yet Yugi and the others don’t seem to have a care in the world?

The ocean water soon receded. “That… was close…” Weevil breathed in a short-lived relief. “I think we’re out of the woods now.”

“Guess again, bug boy!” Rex held on even tighter to Weevil. The air grew thin for a spell before they began their rapid fall to the vast desert below. “Yaaaaaah! I can’t fly!”

“No shit, Sherlock! Who clued you in?” Weevil wasn’t scared, even in this situation, and quickly found one of his strongest cards. “Perfectly Ultimate Great Moth, come forth!”

Having landed gently on the sand dunes, Yami Yugi and his company remained unaware of their hitchhikers.

“Whoa, this place is… um…” Téa didn’t yet know what to make of her surroundings. There were only sand dunes and occasional wilted trees as far as the eye could see. “Neat, I guess?”

“Yeah, except it’s missing a few cars,” Joey spoke up.

“And burgers,” Yugi added.

“Where did you come from, Yug?” Joey had to do a double-take at Yugi and Yami Yugi. “I thought that the pharaoh’s spirit was inside you. You mean to tell me you now have separate bodies?”

“It… appears that way.” Yami Yugi was just as confused as everyone else.

“If you nimrods didn’t figure it out already, we’re in ancient Egypt.” Kaiba already wanted to half-shift and move away from the idiots surrounding him.

“Come on, rich boy, it was just a joke… Anyway, about saving those priests. I say we just go find the bad guys and give them what for!”

“Put your dueling arm down, dog.” Kaiba’s interjection didn’t calm Joey at all. “Then again, I’m not surprised your first thought is to fight and not strategize. Furthermore, do you even know where to find these ‘bad guys’ you speak of?”

“W-Well, no…”

“My love, please. If we are to fight, then let it not be amongst ourselves.” Yami Yugi spoke to Joey with a kinder tone. “I want to defeat the enemy too, but I want to keep the casualties to a minimum, unlike… last time.”

“I… I’m sorry, pharaoh. I should have thought first.”

“It’s okay. What matters now is that we go to the palace at once to see if the priests are all okay.” Yami Yugi took a few steps forward while everyone else followed. “However, I will have to ask you all to remain hidden. If we’re discovered, a time paradox might happen.”

“Oh!” Mokuba exclaimed. “You mean when you change something in the past, and it will dramatically change the future?”

“Hey, you’re pretty smart for a fifth-grader, Mokuba.” Tristan was impressed.

“Hehehe… Well, I am vice president of KaibaCorp.”

Just then, a shriek interrupted the pleasantries. “Waaaaaaaah!”

“I thought parachutes weren’t invented yet…” Joey took a look to the sky. “Wait a minute, those aren’t people in parachutes! It’s Rex Raptor and Weevil Underwood!”

“Oh my gods, they’re coming right for us!” Tristan yelled.

“Huh?”

Before Téa could get a handle on what was going on, the Perfectly Ultimate Great Moth barreled into the nearest sand dune. As Weevil got up, he started coughing vigorously to get the sand out of his throat. “Gaah! It’s too damn hot!”

“I’ll say!” Rex had to dig through the sand to recover his beanie. “And crash landing made me want to use the bathroom all of a sudden.”

Weevil got up, taking Rex with him by the shirt. “Is bathroom humour all you ever think about, dino brain?”

“You!” Joey and the gang had caught up with the misfit duo. “What are you two shrimps doing here?”

“Um… You see, what had happened was-”

Before Rex could make a fool of himself, Weevil cut in, “Isn’t it obvious? We came here to get revenge. As his greatest rival, I still have a score to settle with the pharaoh.”

Kaiba couldn’t believe what he had just heard. “I’m sorry, did you just say what I think you said? That an irrelevant worm like you is the greatest rival of the pharaoh?”

“Well, yeah! Haven’t you heard of Weevil Underwood, the regionals champion?”

“Okay, you worm. Let’s get a few things straight before we begin our mission – which, by the way, you and that pea brain should not be on. First of all, no. I am the pharaoh’s greatest rival. Secondly, show a bit more respect to him.”

“Um, don’t you mean ‘dino brain?’ Eh… Forget it.” Rex quickly realized his error and let Weevil do all the talking.

“I am an even better rival! My Perfectly Ultimate Great Moth can turn your Blue-Eyes into bug juice in no time!”

“And by ‘no time’ you mean the six turns it will take to summon it.”

“Um, Kaiba…?” Yugi showed concern. “We have more important things to worry about. Shouldn’t we get going?”

“Hmph.” Kaiba was so annoyed that he didn’t even want to hold hands with Yami Yugi during their walk to the palace – not that Rex and Weevil had any business knowing about his choice of partner, anyway.

“I suppose I’ll just have to prove to you that I’m the pharaoh’s true rival. Hehehe!”

“Maybe I can duel Kaiba myself! Of course, after I beat Joey.”

“Why are those two fucktards still with us?” Kaiba shook his head as the palace was finally within view. “I should have just buried them in a sand dune and put them out of their misery.”

“Hmm…” Yami Yugi looked back at Rex and Weevil again. “I don’t know why, but they look stronger than the last time I’ve dueled them. Perhaps they can be of some help to us.”

“Tch. Okay, but I’m only going to tolerate them because it’s you, pharaoh.” Kaiba allowed Yami Yugi to lead them to the end of a hallway, which housed a great balcony. “Maybe they’ll be good bait.”

“Oh!” Yami Yugi suddenly stopped and hid behind some crates, as did his companions. “There’s someone there!”

Joey squinted closer at the man who appeared to be speaking to the crowd below. “Hey… He looks just like the Dark Magician, Yug!”

“It’s…” Yami Yugi’s eyes widened in happiness. “Mahad! And Isis, Shada, and Karim, too! Thank Ra…”

“Babe…” Kaiba was more interested in what the High Priest Mahad had to say.

“Citizens of Egypt! I bring you most grave news…” Mahad paused as his expression became sorrowful. “I regret to inform you that His Majesty the pharaoh, as well as His Eminence Priest Seto, have just died.”

“It… It can’t be…” The crowd lamented.

Mahad allowed the people a few minutes to mourn their king and priest before continuing his address. “Exactly how they died, I know not. How we will choose a new pharaoh in this trying time, I know not yet. But this I know: Priest Aknadin has deceived us all! He is an accomplice to the evil sorcerer Anubis, and as such, I believe he is partly responsible for the pharaoh’s and the priest’s deaths! If anyone can give us, the council, information as to his whereabouts, you will be greatly rewarded. He who can give us his head will receive a greater reward still.”

“Ooh, I wonder what kind of reward?” Weevil cackled. “I don’t suppose that includes rare cards?”

“Or untold riches?” Rex surmised. “Ah…”

“And to think, all we have to do is- Rex?”

“Ah… Ah… ACHOO!” Rex’s sneeze was as loud as a locomotive, drawing attention from not only his companions, but also the High Priests.

“You idiot!” Joey chided. “Now there’s going to be a time para… uh…”

“‘Time paradox,’” Weevil finished the sentence, shrinking as Mahad approached them. “B-But… I think we have bigger things to worry about!”

Mahad scrutinized the intruders, and his gaze stopped on Yami Yugi and Kaiba. “Pharaoh? And… Priest Seto? You are… alive?”

“…” Yami Yugi didn’t try to hide his identity as he and Kaiba stood up. “…Mahad. My friend, it has been a while.”

“What’s going on?” The curious crowd wondered.

“Your guess is as good as mine.” Kaiba reluctantly followed Yami Yugi and Mahad to the balcony.

“My brothers and sisters! Osiris grants us fortune on this day! The souls of our pharaoh and Priest Seto have taken physical forms once again! Behold!” Mahad gestured towards the pair.

“Our king! He yet lives!” Overjoyed, the people fell to their knees, speaking a silent prayer to the gods.

“Huh.” Kaiba couldn’t decide if he was irked, or if he secretly enjoyed this attention.

“Mahad.” Yami Yugi looked to his faithful companion. “Allow me to address the people.”

“Of course, Your Majesty.” Mahad stepped aside.

“My friends… I don’t know who could still oppose us, even after the Dark One’s defeat. But I do know this: I promise with all that I have that I will protect you from whatever the darkness throws at us.” Yami Yugi reached backwards slightly, lacing his fingers with Kaiba’s. “I swear on my love for Kaiba.”

“Huh? Who’s this ‘Kaiba’ the pharaoh speaks of?” asked a young common woman.

“Must be Priest Seto’s new form… or whatever,” answered the woman’s brother.

“Now that you mention it, the pharaoh doesn’t look exactly the same, either,” added their younger brother. “Still, if His Eminence Mahad says it is them, then I will believe.”

“And I have another announcement to make.” Yami Yugi took a deep breath as he held Kaiba’s hand tighter and turned to him. “After all of this is over… After I’ve ensured that the dark forces are no more… You will have a new queen, and his name shall be Seto Kaiba.”

“Ph-Pharaoh!” Kaiba blushed deeply; he couldn’t look at Yami Yugi nor the even noisier crowd.

“That is, if my beloved wills it.” Yami Yugi kissed the back of Kaiba’s right hand.

“Let’s see. I can receive the royal title I’ve always deserved and become the husband of the man I love?” Kaiba stooped a bit lower. “And you honestly expected me to say no?”

Yami Yugi let out a small giggle before standing on his tiptoes to kiss Kaiba. To their joy, the people largely accepted their relationship.

“So… Yugi had a boyfriend all along.” Rex scrunched up his face. “If only I could be that bold.”

“Bold enough to do what, exactly?” Weevil asked.

“Er, nothing!” Having no desire to speak to Weevil, Rex got up to leave. “Just… uh… Bold enough to go find those enemies that pharaoh dude was talking about!”

Just then, Joey could hear the faint sound of evil cackling from the outside. “Well, Rex Raptor, you’re not going to have to look very far.”

It didn’t take long for Mahad to notice the noise, too. “Hey! Who goes there?”

Isis stepped forward. “It doesn’t matter who it is. In the name of the pharaoh, we priests will vanquish any enemy that comes before us!”

It was at that moment Weevil had an idea and whispered to Rex about it. “Hey, Rex. If there was any time to show off what great duelists we are, this is the time.”

“Huh?”

Rex didn’t have time to react as Weevil brought the both of them before Mahad. “Excuse me? Mr. Mahad… um… sir?”

“Pharaoh?” Mahad turned around. “Who are these two? Are they friends of yours?”

“You… could say that.”

“If you like, we can go defeat those enemies for you!”

“Yeah!” Rex spoke up. “You priests can just sit back and relax!”

“Is this what you mean by ‘being some help to us?’” Kaiba questioned.

“Mahad, let them go.” Yami Yugi gave the two short duelists a warm smile. “I have complete faith in them. In the meantime, we will need to study our enemy closely.”

“Th-Thank you, pharaoh, sir!” Weevil gave one last bow before heading out with Rex.

“Hehehe…” Rex laughed while rubbing his hands together. “Suckers! Now the reward is all ours!”

#yugioh #ygo #prideshipping #shrimpshipping #fanfiction

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scribblescrabblebabble · 5 years

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RoyEd Week 2k19 Day 6!

Title: Seven(?) Days

Rating: T+

Relationships: Roy Mustang/ Edward Elric; Gracia Hughes/Maes Hughes

Chapter: Day 6- Wait for me

Cross- Posted on AO3 and Fanfic.net links- AO3 fanfic.net

Best quality reading will be through the links, not on Tumblr itself because I’m too lazy to do italics and shit right now. For @royedweek2019 ‘s RoyEd Week!

This is a prompt from day 5, but lets ignore that hehehe.... Hughes lives! AU

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A long time ago, Trisha Elric had told her sons that, “Good will come to those who wait,”. It was a common phrase, and she had meant this to mean more on the lines of “wait your turn” and “don’t skip in line” and that sort of thing.

Ed mused on his mother’s advice. He noted wryly that waiting hadn’t done her much good at all- it probably did her a whole world of bad, in fact. He never understood why she waited so dutifully. Never, that is, until now. As he looked upon his garden that Friday evening, the alchemist realized that he, unexpectedly, took after his mother in this way.

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Ed awoke on Saturday two hours after he fell asleep; his alarm for 6:00 had yet to ring. Even in his sleep Ed had been restless, as the blankets were twisted at the bottom of the bed, and his pillow lay a few feet from his dresser across the room. In an attempt to calm his nerves, Ed took a long shower and, unable to find a second towel, called Winry with his hair dripping all over the office rug.

As he waited for his sister-in-law to answer, Ed looked out upon the back yard in the office window, dewy and colorful in the early spring sunrise. Maybe he’d pick a few of the flowers to spruce up the house a little bit- was that too cheesy?

Winry’s tired voice greeted him at last, “Hello?”

“Heya Win.” Ed replied, followed by what he guessed to be a sigh.

“Edward, the sun is barely up! What could you possibly need from me? If it’s an emergency I’m sure there are people who live closer to you to call.”

He chuckled a little guiltily, “Sorry Win, ‘M just trying to kill some time until 10:00. I’m too jittery to get anything productive done.”

Winry gasped, “Oh, is today the day?”

Ed nodded, knowing she couldn’t see, “It’s the day.”

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The past two years had been a long string of going to work at the lab or in the office with Team Mustang, reading the paper, and anxiously awaiting the rare phone call from Al or Roy. To both of their credit, they called whenever possible, but Al was very busy with his teaching job and helping Winry with their young daughter, and Roy…

Roy was never around phones much, Ed guessed.

The blonde currently slouched in his office chair, doodling on a spare sheet of paper in lieu of alphabetizing the sources for his latest compilation of research. Riza looked at him reproachfully from her own desk across the room until he sighed and got back to work, balling up the spare paper and throwing it into the bin. Even then, it took him a minute to focus enough to actually comprehend the words he was trying to sort.

‘Abrams, Addison, Anderson, Amaryllis… wait no, m before n… shit this is dull, I need to get out of here.’ He pushed himself up and muttered about an early lunch break before he strode out of the large room. He looked disdainfully at the coffee machine, before deciding a quick stop by a café would do him better than the bitter crap in the office.

He hadn’t been sleeping well, even worse than he usually tended to, and it was only partially because of the workload regarding his research.

Outside, the air smelt of rain, and Ed regretted not taking an umbrella or something with him when he left (Riza would give him an earful if he came back dripping all over the freshly polished floors). The old coffee shop stood in a quaint corner, rather out of place in the midst of military office buildings, yet wholly welcomed by the lot. Ed knew the barista, Louise, well, and when he walked in she smiled, “Morning, Major! Usual?”

“Please.” Ed sighed, giving her a wad of cash, insisting she keep the change because he was too lazy to try and count it out, and sitting at a small two-person table towards the back of the building. He hadn’t brought any work with him, so while he waited, the alchemist kind of dazed out, just letting the ambiance of the little shop clam his nerves a bit.

A familiar female voice interrupted his tranquil state, “Edward?” He looked up in surprise, coming face-to-face with Rose’s friendly smile. He moved to stand and greet the young woman, but she motioned for him to remain seated, and took the chair across from him.

“Rose, what brings you to Central?” Ed asked curiously.

“Winry asked me to come drop off some parts with clients she has over here. And to check up on you, of course.” The Leorian responded, “Speaking of which, Edward, you look absolutely tragic!”

Ed was about to retort, but Louise came to the table with his usual coffee and sandwich. He thanked her, and took a large bite of his food before continuing where he was interrupted, “I do not look tragic, Rose, you’re being dramatic.”

“Did you sleep at all last night?”

“Uhh…”

Ed knew Rose wasn’t nagging just to be annoying, as the evident worry in her eyes was practically palpable. He only assumed everyone else back in Resembool would have the same expression if they saw him like this. This thought sent an arrow of guilt into his stomach, but he suppressed it quickly, changing the topic of their conversation, “Well, they say the war’s dying down a bit in the east. Some Ishvallan insurgent groups and all of the Southeastern front are still neck-in-neck, but that’s a good sign, right?”

Rose gave him a very unimpressed look, knowing full well what he was doing. She took to bait, however, to appease him, “Yeah, I heard the Fürher’s been trying to start peace negotiations, futile as it may seem. Have they begun sending soldiers home yet?”

Ed nodded with a small frown, “Hawkeye said they’re releasing some who have families and stuff to tend to at home: pregnant wives, senile grandparents, and the like. Just means the non-priority soldiers’ll have to stay out longer.”

Rose frowned as well, “Not necessarily. If there’s less conflict, then they don’t need as much workforce out there, you know?”

“I guess.” He sighed.

Rose rolled her eyes, “I know what this is about, Edward. He’ll be back soon.”

“What, did he tell you? ‘Cuz the certainly didn’t tell me.”

Rose looked cross, “He’s fighting! Not getting any response is better than a letter saying he’s dead! Do you really think digging a pity hole is going to help the situation?”

Ed looked at her angrily, then his expression dropped as he saw then emotion on her own face. He remembered the Rose of eight years previous, broken in the midst of a war, yet not fallen prey to self-pity. Sure, she had been manipulated by Dante, but everything she did was for a good greater than herself. Settling in Resembool, even, was for her son to be happy, and she took her present with such grace it was ridiculous.

Ed looked to his plate and quietly admitted, “It’s just… stressful, not knowing. God, I wish I knew how he’s doing, Rose.”

She smiled, “I know, it’s the worst. But you know what?”

“What?” Ed asked around another bite of this lunch.

“When you do find out, it’ll be worth the wait.” She stood up, “I’ve got to deliver these parts, but I’ll swing by your place tonight. We can make some dinner or something, okay?”

Ed smiled at her, “That sounds great. I’ll see ya then.”

“See ya!” She turned out the door. Ed sat at the table, alone again. Now, however, the thought of returning to his list of names wasn’t so daunting, especially with the promise of Rose’s divine cooking in his future. He took his time finishing the sandwich, and took his to-go cup of coffee back to the office with him.

Riza was the first to acknowledge Ed as he walked in, placing his cup on his desk and making as if to sit down. She held a little orange envelope out to Ed from her desk, and Ed quickly took the telegram. Seeign Riza’s small smile, he had an inkling who it could be from.

“Excuse me.” He muttered, taking the envelope into the long-closed room to his right, Roy’s private office. He pushed down the sadness at the empty desk and lack of paper heaps set out to be avoided, sitting hard on one of the large office chairs, hands shaking a bit as he opened up the folded paper. A smaller slip of paper came out, and Ed read the words greedily.

‘Coming home Oct 16, 10:00. Central West Station.

I have a surprise. Love you more than I can say.

-Roy’

--~--

After Winry hung up, stating that Trisha had awoken and needed ‘Mama time’, Ed was at a loss for what to do. He trudged back to the bedroom and changed into his day clothes (no point in pretending he may go back to nap). He threw his old clothes into the laundry basket and decided, on a whim, to change out the bedsheets and throw the old ones in with his dirty clothes. That started, Ed began obsessively cleaning the house- once the laundry was piled up, a table looked dusty, then the oven needed a wipe down, and he had to cook his own breakfast so there would be dishes, and so on, until before he knew it, the clock struck 7:00 and the phone rang.

Ed threw down the dish rag, seemingly broken from his mindless work trance, and retreated back to the office to answer it. This time, Gracia’s voice greeted him.

“Edward? How’re you doing?”

Ed sighed, but it came out as more of an exasperated laugh, “Just barely keeping it together, I guess! Trying to find something to do until I can go down to the station.”

Gracia laughed as well, sounding just as tired as he felt, “I understand the feeling. Elicia and I’ve been up for hours!”

“Have you talked to Maes?” He hoped he didn’t sound too desperate, but that hope was fairly fleeting.

“Not for about two weeks, but I haven’t heard from anyone else about him so that’s a plus, yeah?”

Ed didn’t want to tell Gracia that to him it absolutely wasn’t a plus, so he just hummed in agreement, “Roy hasn’t called or anything since the telegram. I guess we’ll see what that means today.”

“have you thought about what that surprise could be?”

“Yeah, probably too much.” Ed laughed a bit, “It’s making me even more anxious, somehow.”

Gracia laughed lightly, “Hey, so I called to ask if you wanted me to bring some lunch to the station for you. I’m already bringing some for Elicia so it’s not a big deal.”

“No thanks, I can’t eat right now.” Ed politely refused. Gracia seemed to understand, for she didn’t push the matter.

They talked lightly until Gracia hung up (something about an oven or something like that). The blonde stood in the study, anxious and with nothing to do for the next three hours.

--~--

Ed watched the tracks obsessively. He knew he’d definitely know when the train came to view, but he’d grown so anxious and excited he couldn’t do much more than sit and stare. Gracia sat beside him, reading the paper with Elicia working through a novel beside her. She seemed very composed and must make Ed look like an absolute wreck in comparison. Her day dress looked very clean and neat, whereas Ed had barely the patience to bother fully buttoning his own shirt.

Elicia noticed the train first, dropping her book and standing quickly, “Mom, Ed, I heard a whistle!” The eleven-year-old bounced excitedly as the train slowly screeched into the station. Ed felt his nerves burn deep in his abdomen, and he almost felt sick as he stood with the woman and girl, watching the train cars take far too long to slow down. Inside the train, every window was filled with blue-capped soldiers, their faces practically pressed to the glass, much like small children, in search of their loved ones. Several groups in front of Ed jumped and waved, their husbands or wives or whatever identified out of the many faces in the vehicle.

Finally, the train stopped, and the soldiers were let off one-by-one, each saluting their superiors at the doors before they were set free to find their families. Ed anxiously stood about the growing crowd of soldiers.

Hughes was the first out of the two, happily saluting his superior and running straight to Gracia, having seen her already from inside the train. HE managed to lift and spin both Gracia and Elicia at one time, an all-around bubble of joy. Seeing Ed, he shot the blonde a broad, knowing smile. After three more men, Ed finally, finally, spotted Roy. He boarded off the train, saluted, and scanned the crowd hopefully.

His eyes found Ed the moment the blonde’s feet began to move and was thusly prepared for Ed’s weight as he ran full-force into Roy’s arms. They didn’t talk for a short time, too busy trying to get each other as close as possible, as if to make up for the lost time. Then, Ed leaned back to look over the other, checking for injury.

Roy laughed, and it sounded pretty close to perfect, “I’m not hurt, Ed.”

Ed laughed too, finding his emotions burst out with his smile, “I had to make sure, you haven’t really contacted me aside from a single telegram in-“

He fell quiet, as suddenly Roy’s mouth was in the way and he was too busy kissing him back to continue his protest. “I’m sorry,” he murmured as they parted.

Ed sighed for dramatic effect, “I think I can excuse it this one time. Besides, I believe there was a surprise I was promised?”

Roy’s smile brightened, if that was possible, and he quickly looked to the superior officer at the door and back to Ed, “Of course! They should be off of the train soon; had to have a double check.”

“They?” Ed repeated, confused. Roy just smiled and took Ed’s hand, leading them to the door of the train. Looking back, Ed could spot Maes with a devilishly gleeful look, Elicia jumping around excitedly, and Gracia looking at he and Roy with a hand over her mouth. “Roy, what’s going on?” Ed asked.

They reached the doors as the superior officer helped out the last of the ensemble, two very shaken looking Ishvallan children, a boy and a girl. If Ed had to chance a guess, he’d peg them at around two or three years old. They looked around, helplessly confused, and Ed realized with a sinking feeling in his gut that their parents weren’t with them. They didn’t have anyone to meet at this station. Except…

They noticed Roy, and walked quickly in a beeline to him. As they reached the couple, the children seemed to realize that Roy had a companion and slowed shyly. The older man chuckled and squatted down to be eye-level with the two, “Molly, Gregory, this is Ed. He’s my husband.” He looked up at Ed, motioning for Ed to join him on the ground. He did, and the children seemed to look at him curiously. Roy continued, “Ed, this is Molly, and this is Gregory. Their parents asked me to… to take good care of them.” The blonde’s heart stung at the visible pain in Roy’s eye from a memory he was sure to learn of later.

He also saw a bit of uncertainty in his husband’s face. He realized that he’s been awfully non-responsive to the two so far, and Roy was essentially bringing kids into the complicated equation of their relationship. Smiling, Ed squeezed Roy’s hand affirmatively.

“Molly and Greg? Well, this is a surprise!” Roy’s grin lost it’s callous edge, seeing Ed’s positivity, and he pulled the both of them up to their original standing position.

Ed turned to the little kids, “We’ll make sure to take great care of you. I’m not very good at doing things halfway.”

Molly nodded and replied, “kay,”.

“You alk-mee too?” Gregory asked, hiding a bit behind his sister.

“A-alchemy? Yeah, I’m an alchemist.”

Roy muttered, “Greg’s blown away by alchemy. Thinks it’s the coolest thing he’s ever seen.”

Ed grinned broadly, “Well, that’s good! Cuz you’re gonna be around a lot of alchemy, right?”

The little boy’s eye sparkled, “Ya!”

Roy proffered the hand not already taken by Ed, which Molly took gladly. Greg was hand-in-hand with Molly as Roy led the little pack towards the Hughes’s, Gracia looking like she might cry, and Elicia already running to give her Uncle Roy a big welcome hug.

Ed looked back at the two kids- technically his two kids. ‘Oh, fuck I’ve got kids!’ he thought, finding himself increasingly excited about the prospect. Plus, if these kids already thought alchemy was awesome, what could possibly go wrong?

#royed #safe RoyEd #RoyEdweek2019 #royedweek #wartime romance AU #kid fic

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Safe - Chapter 16

OMFG, it has been probably more than a montth (?) since i had updated and i am so sorry :( but !! it’s summer vacation for me woooohooo and i am so ready to get on a grind to post these chapters like before :)) okay now imma shut up hehehe enjoy :D

Pairing: Gang Member!Jimin x Poor Heart!Genius!Reader

Genre: Angst, Romance, Lots of Action, Humor, Fluff, & Smut (In the Future)

Length: 5.9k

Warnings: Swearing, um makeout session :$, flufffflyllylyy, whole lotta medical stuff about (Y/N)’s health :)

Members Included: All of BTS, other KPop groups in the future

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In his world, being a part of a mafia gang, known as Bangtan Boys, is a bit terrifying. They were truly a filthy rich and powerful group that everyone feared. 22-year old Jimin was described as the stealthiest and most skilled member of Bangtan, playing an important part in their group. Whereas for 20-year-old (Y/N), a genius with a weak heart is suffering inside the cruel world as she is experimented on on the daily basis. Jimin finds himself protecting a gifted girl whose memory can hold numerous things in a blink of an eye. Jimin finds an interest in her, visioning that she may be a valuable asset to their group. Jimin has never paid attention to girls. However, that started to change when he met her.

"Did you find his location yet?"

"Yes, sir."

Penzo smirked, "Well then? Where is he?" He asked the man, who shook in fear who had his eyes planted on the bright screen of the computer, "It's more like... Where is he heading..." The man says before turning the monitor over to the leader.

"It seems like all of Bangtan is heading over to Jeju Island."

Penzo puffed out the toxic air that he had inhaled from the cigar he lit. Looking at the rings on his fingers, he looked at the screen before nodding his head. "Looks like we're heading to Jeju Island. Pack up! We're leaving in fifteen."

And with that, his men started moving.

~/~

"Wait... So what does (Y/N) have again?"

"Abnormal Heart Murmur."

"No, wait yeah, but the other one."

"Aortic Valve Regurgitation?"

"Yeah, that one! What is it again?"

Jin huffed a breath as he sat down on his wheeled chair, looking down at (Y/N)’s medical records. "It means that one of her heart valves is leaking, which in this case, her aortic valve is leaking. Normally, your aortic valve stops blood from flowing back into the left ventricle. And with a leaky aortic valve, let alone a valve regurgitation, some blood leaks back through the valve as the heart relaxes."

Jimin blinked a couple of times before flickering his eyes over to (Y/N), who was laying down on the hospital bed. "So... How do we fix this?"

The day after tomorrow was their trip to Jeju. And just before they could leave, (Y/N) requested a quick checkup on her health, just in case if it was safe for her to travel with her heart condition.

Jin sighed, "Well, we're going to have to check up on her health, and from there, we'll see." He says before setting up the echocardiogram. Jimin watched as Jin performed the test before looking up at the screen of (Y/N)'s heart.

(Y/N) breathed nervously as she waited for her results. She wondered if she got any better ever since she has started to live with the boys, especially with effective medication. Or what if it has gotten worse?

Jin hummed, "Interesting." He mumbled to himself before shutting it down, wiping the gel off of (Y/N)'s chest as well. (Y/N) arched a brow, "Hm? Is there something wrong?" She asked with furrowed brows.

Jin walked over to her records before writing a few things down. "Are you still experiencing symptoms?" He asked as he turned around, taking a seat down in his chair once more. Jimin looked at her as she nodded, "Same symptoms. Chest pain, headaches, and occasionally, shortness of breath. As well as a fluttering heartbeat." She answers as Jin hummed once more. "How frequent do these happen?"

"Not very often. But, if I think about it, maybe either once or twice a week.”

"Well, it seems that the medication that I've given you has been working. Seeing how it had slightly improved over the few months." This causes a big smile to form on (Y/N)'s face. "Really? That's amazing!" (Y/N) exclaimed, looking over at Jimin, who looked back at her with a smile too. "So, it's okay for her to travel?"

Jin nodded his head with a grin, "Yep. Just make sure to bring your medication, especially on the plane. And you may have to watch out for shortness of breath or other symptoms. It could indicate that you're tipping from a stable to an unstable state." Jin says as (Y/N) nodded, "Understood."

Before (Y/N) could jump off the bed, Jimin spoke up, "Is there any other treatment other than her medication?" He asked. He was pretty curious to know if there was any other treatment available for (Y/N)'s heart condition.

Jin pursed his lips, pausing for a second before getting up. He nodded his head, "Y-Yeah there is." He says as he eyed Jimin and (Y/N), "But I'm not sure if you're going to like the idea of this treatment."

(Y/N) eyed Jimin as Jin did before looking back at the older boy, "What is it?" She asks. To be honest, (Y/N) was completely up for anything to get rid of the terrible heart condition she had for her whole life.

"Surgery."

Jimin looked at his girl before looking back at Jin, "U-Uhh... Are they... Safe?" He asked softly as Jin nodded with a slight grin, reassuring the younger members, "Completely safe. I assure you that it is. But, if you do want to proceed with surgery in order to get rid of the condition," Jin says as he turned to (Y/N), "You're going to have to wait till after the trip. Maybe a month or two, if you're up for it."

(Y/N) smiled widely before lightly clapping her hands together, "Really? Yes please--"

"Wait, hold on--" Jimin interrupted, "We don't even know what this surgery is." Jimin says as (Y/N) slumped her shoulders a bit, realizing that he was right, "Oh, yeah." She said as she turned to Jin, "I'm guessing a valve replacement? Or even a valve repair?" The words that (Y/N) had said slightly spooked Jimin, not really liking the idea of the operation, especially because they would perform an "open heart" surgery to (Y/N).

"Yes, but it's totally up to you," Jin says, "Most valve repair and replacement operations are successful. And in some rare cases, a valve repair may or may not fail and another operation may be needed." He explains as (Y/N) nodded understandingly, "So, a valve replacement may be best for me." She says as Jin nodded, "That's right." He says as he looked back at her medical records.

"I can perform either a mechanical or biological valve replacement. With a mechanical valve, it is usually made from materials such as plastic, metal, or carbon. These are stronger than biological valves, which are made from animal tissue or taken from the human tissue of a donated heart. However, blood tends to stick to mechanical valves and create blood clots, meaning that you will have to take blood-thinning medicines. But with a biological valve, you may have to get it replaced every 10 years or so, and can break down faster within young adults." Jin explains as all this new information absorbed (Y/N)'s brain. However, Jimin seemed to pay close attention, very interested in knowing what could happen to his girl.

"I think... A mechanical valve may be best." (Y/N) says slowly as Jin nodded, "I was thinking that too." He says as he hummed to himself, "I can perform surgery in about... a month from now? Only because it will be the best time for the both of us, missions and business and all." Jin explained as he smiled at her, "But for now, you can continue to take the medicine I prescribed to you till then." He says as (Y/N) smiled, getting up from the hospital bed, "Thank you for your time, Jin oppa." She says sincerely as Jin placed a hand on her shoulder, "Anytime, (Y/N). Just let me know if your symptoms are getting any worse." He says as Jimin also gets up, walking over to (Y/N) as he slipped an arm around her waist.

"Let's get going, hm? We should start packing." He says as they both go down the hallway. (Y/N) hummed in agreement as she looked around the place, "I didn't know Jin had his own hospital." She says quietly as Jimin snorted, "Yeah, I mean, working for Namjoon hyung since you were kids can get you to places." He says as they slowly make their way down to the parking lot.

"I can't wait till we get there! To Jeju, I mean." (Y/N) suddenly says, causing Jimin to slightly laugh, "Hm, yeah, that's true. But, we also have a bit of business to do there." Jimin admitted, "I'm not completely sure what it's about," He says quietly before looking at her, "But I do know that you have a key role in it." He says, making (Y/N) hum in wonder. "I see." Is all she says as they make their way to Jimin's car.

~/~

"(Y/N), wake up." (Y/N) breathed out slowly as she dug further into her warm sheets. She groaned quietly before feeling a bit of weight on top of her, "C'mon," The voice whined, "We gotta go to the airport." They say before kissing her cheeks multiple times.

(Y/N) then fluttered her eyes open just to see chocolate brown orbs. She slowly sat up, clutching the blanket to her chest, "What time is it?" She asked as Jimin leaned towards her, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck, "It's 6 AM." He said quietly, "The flight is only an hour and a half, and from there we can check in and have time to have fun on the resort." He says as (Y/N) nodded before smiling down at Jimin.

"And now that you're awake, go get ready. I'll be here." He says before playfully slapping her butt as she got up. (Y/N) gasped slightly, turning around to glare at him. Jimin laughed as (Y/N) sighed as she walked towards the bathroom.

Hopping into the shower, she quickly scrubbed her hair and body before getting out, drying herself. Knowing it'd be a bit warm but chilly in Jeju during the March month, she wore a pair of dark washed jeans and a white waffle knit turtleneck. (Y/N) stared at her appearance before grabbing an old jacket of Jimin's which was way too small for him now.

Once she got out of the washroom, Jimin whistled, "Well, aren't you cute." He hummed as (Y/N) scoffed, a smile playing on her lips, "Come on, we should go!" She says as she picks her bag up, as well with Jimin. Once they got to the foyer, the others boys are seen with their own bags as well, loading the vehicle up.

"The princess is finally awake!" Taehyung grinned as he skipped over to the girl, hugging her tight, "Is this really your first time in Jeju?" He asked. (Y/N) smiled up at the hybrid, "Yeah, it really is!" She says as Jimin smiled at the two, enjoying to see the two closest people in his life get along.

"Let's get going guys, our flight is waiting," Yoongi says, grabbing everyone's attention as they start to get in the vehicle. Sitting in between Hoseok and Jimin, (Y/N) sighed, rubbing her hands together as Jimin smiled down at her, "Go ahead and sleep. The airport is a pretty long drive from here." He says as (Y/N) nodded meekly before laying her head on top of his shoulder, fluttering her eyes closed.

Hoseok looked over at Jimin, a smirk playing on his lips. "How cute." He mumbled to himself before the vehicle started to move.

~/~

(Y/N)'s shoes padded against the clean marble floor of the overly crowded airport. They had made it through the security check and everything, although it was funny to see the monitor beep rapidly when they checked Hoseok, who was an android.

It was easy enough to find the terminal, and upon arriving, (Y/N) noticed that it was only the eight of them going in the plane. She turned to Jimin, "Are we the only ones going to Jeju?" She asked as Jimin chuckled, shaking his head, "It's a private plane, baby," He says, "It'll just be the eight of us going on." He says as they entered the plane.

"Since you've never been to Jeju, you can have the window seat." Jimin offers as (Y/N) looked at him with wide eyes, "J-Jimin... Thank you!" She says with a smile on her face as she rushed to the window seat, with Jimin following closely behind her.

"(Y/N)-ah! Jimin hyung!" A voice called and quickly went over to the couple, "How fun is this? This is my first time going to Jeju-island too!" Jungkook said excitedly, "You haven't?" (Y/N) asked as Jimin nodded, "Mhm, We've only ever gone for business related stuff, never for vacation, really. But, Jungkookie has only been in Bangtan since he was 14 or so. But we haven't gone since, only because we didn't have any business to do there." Jimin explained as (Y/N) oh'd at the thought, piecing the parts together.

Jungkook even seemed to be more excited than she was at this point, "I know this is your first time too. Ah! Jimin hyung, switch places with me! That way when we arrive I can look over Jeju with (Y/N)!" Jungkook suggested. Jimin frowned at this and was reluctant to allow this, but Jungkook was also a close friend to his, considered him as a younger brother, even. But then again, it was (Y/N)'s first time too, his girl, and he didn't want to miss on her first time experience.

Jimin sighed, "Fine, go ahead." He says before handing (Y/N) her pills. "Take these if your symptoms get worse during the flight." He says before leaning in, pecking her cheek. "Thank you, Jimin." She smiled at him before pecking his lips quickly. Jimin smiled before walking over to an empty seat beside Taehyung.

"Oh! Oh! Jiminnie!" Taehyung says excitedly, "I didn't think you'd want to sit with me!"

Jimin sighed, settling down in his seat, "Well, I didn't have a choice. This is the only other seat left." He says as Taehyung blinked before looking over at the younger members.

"You're not sitting with (Y/N)? How come?" The hybrid asked. "Jungkook wanted to. You know I can't say no to him, especially since it's his first time to Jeju. Besides, let the maknaes have fun, right?" He says as Taehyung nodded his head, "Yeah, I guess you're right." He says before settling his head on Jimin's shoulder, "I'm tired!" He whined, cuddling against him and wrapping an arm around his.

This is gonna be a long flight, Jimin thought as he looked over at (Y/N) and Jungkook, who was busy taking a selfie together. This is definitely going to be a long flight.

~/~

"Which resort are we staying at?" (Y/N) asked just as they got out in the cab.

"Jeju Shinhwa World Landing Resort. One of the best resorts here in Jeju." He answered just as (Y/N) gasped. "B-But, Jimin, that's one of the most expensive ones!" She says as Jimin shrugged, leaning back in his seat with an arm around her shoulders.

She pulled her lips into her mouth, holding back her smile. It was pretty sweet for him to do all this, especially a break from everything that has happened recently. "Thank you." She whispered. Jimin grinned, his bright white teeth coming into view. He then leaned in to press his lips onto hers, "Anything for you." He murmured. She bit her lip before planting her lips on his cheek softly.

The cab then rolled to a stop, in front of plenty of buildings. Namjoon handed the driver money as they all thanked him. Jimin firmly held her hand and tugged her along into the lobby.

"Room for Kim Namjoon." (Y/N) could hear Namjoon talk at the reception table. She looked around, even the lobby was beautiful, with its high ceilings, shiny and clean marble floor, and bright lighting.

"Ah, top floor." The woman says she hands the leader four key room cards. The boys send her a nod, but (Y/N), on the other hand, sent the woman a warm smile, who also returned the gesture as she thanked her.

"This trip is going to be amazing." (Y/N)'s voice filled the quiet atmosphere as they entered the elevator. Jin smiled over at the girl, "Indeed it is. Tomorrow, however, is the day of our conference with another group." He says as Namjoon hummed, "That's right," He says as he looked at (Y/N), "And you are needed when it happens."

(Y/N) nodded understandingly as Yoongi gave her a small smile, "No pressure."

The elevator doors open as Jimin gave (Y/N)'s hand a small squeeze, "Everyone, I got two key cards to each of the four rooms. Go ahead and pick a partner to room with." Namjoon says before walking over to Jin, in which both had probably planned to room with beforehand.

Jimin walked up to Namjoon before taking two identical key cards, only to find Jungkook speaking with (Y/N). He huffed before taking his hands in hers, dragging her down to their shared room, "Hey! I wanted to room with noona!" Jungkook says as Jimin stuck his tongue out at him, "You sat with her on the plane! That's enough, right?" He says as (Y/N) rolled her eyes playfully as Jimin unlocks the room. “You’re such a goof.”

As the two heaved in their bags in the room, (Y/N) smiled at her surroundings, "It's so pretty!" She gushed. The walls were a cream colour and there was one large bed in the centre. It had white on white sheets and pillowcases. Even the bathroom looked luxurious, with a glass shower and a huge vanity sink.

"Glad you think so," Jimin says while rolling the suitcases near the dresser. (Y/N) then sat on the bed, inhaling the fresh smell in the room. The bright morning sunlight shined through the glass doors on the opposite side of the room. (Y/N) smiled before her feet took her to the doors, her forehead pressed against the warm glass as she looked around. They had a beautiful view, she could see the blue sea water, it almost looked clear from where she stood.

"Well? Why don't you actually go out there and have a look around." Jimin gave her a small smile. (Y/N) turned to him, grinning from ear to ear as she nodded, "Okay," She says before opening the door and the warm breeze immediately greeted her, brushing against her face. "It's so warm, Jimin~" She cooed to herself as she held onto the railing.

"We also have a nice view." She says, looking around once more. Jimin hummed in agreement as he walked towards her, "Lucky to have warm weather, especially during March." He says he stands beside her, a hand placed on her lower back, "Don't lean out too far, otherwise you'll fall off." He says jokingly as (Y/N) smiled up at him.

"You know, I learned a lot from you, ever since the day we've met." Jimin suddenly says as (Y/N) quirked an eyebrow, "How so?"

"Well for one, I learned a lot about the heart, and how it works." He says playfully, causing (Y/N) to laugh, "Hey, it's a pretty cool thing to learn." She says, defending herself as Jimin chuckled, "I also learned my soft side." Jimin says as (Y/N) laughed once more before turning over to him fully, "Well, I as well have learned a lot from you." She says as Jimin smirked at her, "Oh, how so?" Jimin imitated her, pitching his voice higher than usual.

(Y/N) then rolled her eyes playfully before taking his face in the palms of her hands, "I learned to never give up and persevere until the very end." She says as Jimin stared down at her, his smirk disappearing from his face. "And... Even if I somehow become captured back by Banjo, I'll surely find you once more." She says as Jimin furrowed his brows.

"I'm gonna make sure as hell that that sorry excuse of a human being will not lay a finger on you." He says with his tone all in seriousness. (Y/N) then smiled warmly at him before going on her tiptoes, pecking him on the lips. "Thank you, Jimin." She says as she stared up at his eyes.

Jimin groaned quietly before placing his hands on her waist, pulling her closer before placing another kiss on her lips.

"Gosh, look at you, you're just like a child," Jimin says as he breaks the kiss. (Y/N) huffed as she stood back on her feet, her hands now resting at the sides of his neck. "Get ready, (Y/N)." He then says softly. (Y/N) tilted her head, "Huh?"

"We didn't come all this way just to look at the view. So go get ready!"

(Y/N) then broke out into a smile, letting a little "ah" in understanding and rushed past him into the bedroom.

"Gosh. she really is like a child." Jimin mumbled to himself before following her inside.

~/~

It was now midday, the sun was shining down on the couple, and it was warm but not overly so. It was perfect, especially now that the two were headed towards the beach.

(Y/N) adjusted the drawstring bag that held both her and Jimin's beach towels, sunblock, and both of their phones. The two walked side by side down toward the beach. There were other people running around with kites flying in the air or even playing beach volleyball on the sand. Many were even in the water.

(Y/N) inhaled the air, and she swore that she could smell the sea salt if there was even a scent for it. (Y/N) squealed in excitement as they got closer, and at this point, she could see the clear blue waves washing upon the shore.

"Jimin! Let's hurry!" She says with a wide smile before letting go of his hand and breaking into a faster pace towards the water. "Okay-- wait-- (Y/N)!" Jimin stammered but he was too late. "(Y/N) You're gonna get your shirt wet!" He yells, referring to the white cover-up she wore over her swimsuit.

(Y/N) then stopped before smiling at Jimin, "I think this is an okay spot to put our things." She says as Jimin laughed, shaking his head, "Excited, are we?" He asked as he got closer to the girl. (Y/N) shared the laugh, "You know it!"

They took the time to set up their towels and to set down the rest of their things. "I'm going in first, Jimin!" She called out to Jimin. But before she could rush into the water, Jimin had grabbed her by the waist, pulling her back. "Woah, hold on! You still need to put sunblock on." He says in a stern yet playful voice. (Y/N)'s cheeks warmed up slightly as she nodded, "Oh right."

After applying the cream, she slowly took her cover-up off. She took a small breath before looking over at Jimin, who had also taken off his white t-shirt.

Now, although she has seen Jimin with shirtless plenty of times, she just couldn't help but blush. Her lips and her eyes widen just to take in the sight. Her eyes scan over his defined arms and well-built abs and chest, just stopping at the waistline of his black swimming trunks before shooting back to his face. His skin glistened under the sunlight, especially from the sunscreen he was applying.

She felt her cheeks burn once his eyes meet hers.

And now, (Y/N) wasn't the only one who was in awe.

Jimin was caught off guard by the look in her eyes as he feels his stomach twinge and swells with desire. His eyes drank in every curve of her body, and he had thanked himself for convincing (Y/N) to buy that yellow one piece. It looked beautiful on her, and his breath hitched in his throat when she stood up.

"Wow." He says under his breath.

"I'm gonna go in first, Jimin." She says with a smile before turning around, walking at a fast pace towards the water.

Jimin didn't even get to respond but that didn't matter now, now that he got to stare at the way her hips swayed.

Damn.

Jimin shook his head, "C'mon, Jimin. The faster you are at applying sunscreen, the more time you get to spend time with your girl." He mumbled to himself.

As soon as he finished, he slowly made his way over to where (Y/N) was. "J-Jimin! C'mere!" She says, turning over to the black-haired boy and holding out her hand, "I want to take my first step into the water with you!" She says excitedly as Jimin hurried over, "Okay, okay." He says as he held her hand.

Smiling over at her, he motioned her to walk in. She returned the gesture before quietly giggling to herself, taking her first step into the water.

"A-AH! It's really cold!" She hissed as the water surrounds her ankles. Jimin, however, had walked further into the point where the water hit his thighs to his hips. Jimin tugged onto her hand, wanting to come in further but (Y/N) halts and stands there, giving him a helpless look.

"Jagiya, why aren't you coming any closer?" He asks.

She then gives him a nervous smile. Although she was very cold, the sound of him calling her that had warmed her up, no matter how cheesy it sounds. "I-It's cold!"

Jimin laughed before walking towards the girl, a smile playing on his lips. "C'mon! It's not that bad. Especially when you get used to it." He says as he takes her hand into his, trying to pull her in further into the water. (Y/N) shivered, reluctantly allowing him to take her in. "See? It isn't so bad, right?" Jimin says, looking down at their hands, where (Y/N) was holding his hand with an iron grip.

"No... I guess it's not." (Y/N) says before a small yet strong wave of water whooshed towards them, causing (Y/N) to lose balance. "W-Woah!" She yelps as she falls forward, falling on top of Jimin's chest. "(Y/N)--!" Before Jimin could finish, the two fell into the water.

(Y/N) was first to get back up to the surface, and was followed by Jimin who started to laugh loudly.

(Y/N) blinked at Jimin as she attempted to brush away her now drenched hair. "Jimin?" She says, now giggling along with the boy. "My-- My tummy hurts." Jimin breathed, looking at her, "Your hair is all wet now." Jimin murmured as (Y/N) smiled warmly at him, his cheeks were pink tinted from all the laughing and felt her heart flutter.

"Yours is too." She says, combing his black hair away from his face, revealing his forehead. She then blushed once more, having his hair covering his forehead and revealing his forehead indeed shows a difference. But either way, he was beautiful. "You're so cute, Jiminnie." She cooed.

Jimin then returned the smile before smashing lips onto hers, his hands softly caressing her thighs. (Y/N) was shocked at first, but quickly reciprocated the kiss. It was pretty rough and heated, but passionate at the same time as she placed her arms around his neck.

He then pulled away, panting slightly and pushed his body against hers gently. "C'mere, (Y/N)." He says, his voice seductive as he leans in once again. And this time, (Y/N) had kissed him, causing the boy to grin, quickly kissing back with as much passion.

His hands roamed around her body, gently sliding his hands down her lower back before placing them on the curve of her bum. (Y/N) gasped at the touch as Jimin took the opportunity to slip his tongue. His hands started to move again before hooking his hands under her thighs once again. (Y/N) then wrapped her legs around his waist, causing Jimin to moan into the kiss.

However, Jimin was the first to break the kiss, or well, makeout session.

(Y/N) smiled at him as Jimin huffed, taking in what had happened. Their first makeout session and Jimin had to stop it before he wouldn't be able to stop himself!

"So... You wanna go get food or something?"

~/~

Spending the whole day with Jimin in Jeju was exactly how she imagined it would be. It was fun, and was pretty romantic in (Y/N)'s eyes, except for the fact that he was practically spoiling her the whole time. Scratch that, he's been spoiling her! Not that Jimin minded, of course. (Y/N) also never seen Jimin so energetic before, it was almost like it was contagious, reminding her of Hoseok. But, Jimin was a complete gentleman the entire time as well.

After taking a dip in the beach, he had taken her to many stores in the area, and most of the time they were window shopping, but it was still fun! He had even paid for all for her meals, and every time she had looked over at him, a smile was permanently etched on his face. And (Y/N) could tell he had a load of fun as well.

However, the sun was beginning to set, meaning that the day was almost over and the sun was setting low in the sky. Most people were packing up while others stayed.

They even went back to their room to change into comfier clothes. Jimin wore a simple white shirt with khaki shorts, along with white converses. Whereas for (Y/N), she wore a flower printed woven cami maxi dress, in which she had bought during the day.

And after eating dinner, the two sat on their towels as (Y/N) munched on fruits Jimin had bought her. (Y/N) hummed at she brought a mango piece up to Jimin's face, "Mango?" She asked as Jimin shook his head, "I'm fine. I don't really like mangoes." He says as (Y/N) quirked a brow as she placed the fruit in her mouth, "It's the texture that I don't like." He explained.

(Y/N) sighed, "I wish this day didn't have to end. I had so much fun! It was nice and relaxing, especially because I got to spend it with you. But... I can’t imagine how fun it’d be with the other boys. But nonetheless, thank you, Jimin." She says quietly as she sat closer to him, laying her head on his shoulder. Jimin hummed, wrapping an arm around her waist, "I had fun too." He says as (Y/N) looked up at him, "You know... When you told me that you were bringing me here, I wasn't sure if you were okay with me hanging out with you. Well, only because we didn't confess at the time, but, I also often wonder--"

"I did want to hang out with you. I always do." Jimin says, "I-I admire you, and I really like you. And you know that." He says, and for some reason, he had felt nervous, and for the first time, he didn't know why.

(Y/N) smiled up at the boy, "Jimin, look at me."

Jimin's eyes met hers and (Y/N) leaned in, kissing his nose, "I really like you too. I'm glad you saved me back there, back in what? 3-4 months ago?" She says as Jimin snorted, "Yeah. Hard to believe that I saved you. I'm glad I did though." He says as (Y/N) sighed, nuzzling into his chest.

"When we get back to our room, we'll wash up and grab some room service, if you're still hungry." He plans as (Y/N) hummed, "Okay." She says before shivering, the cool wind blowing through the air as the day reaches to evening time.

Jimin notices this and rubs her side, "I think we should get back. It's getting pretty cold, and I don't want you to get sick, especially while we're here." And now that Jimin had brought it up, (Y/N) shivered once more, feeling the small goosebumps arise on her skin. "I agree. Let's go." She smiles up at the boy, who returns the gesture and begins to gather their things.

"However, there is one more stop I want to take you to before we get to sleep," Jimin says shyly as he takes her hand in his, interlacing their fingers together.

For the umpteenth time during that day, another warm smile was planted on (Y/N)'s face as she felt her cheeks warm up, feeling the shiver run down her spine from the sudden action. "Okay, take me there, Jiminnie!" She says, quite excited to see what this place was.

They then walked through small walkways and into streets. Jimin held her hand tight, now that the vicinity started to become a bit busy now that the lights are turning on and night activities are opening.

They soon come out onto a busy street, filled with many people with a small concert happening. (Y/N) looked around in awe, the entire street closed just for this night event to happen; filled with music, people, and lights.

"Remember I asked you to dance? Back at the GOT7 house?"

(Y/N) looked up at him with a shy smile, remembering that day, especially when Jimin got drunk out of his mind.

"Of course I did!" She says, "That was when you got drunk--"

"Alright, sure, that may have been one of my lowest points, but," Jimin chuckled, "I just thought we can end our first day in paradise here, and to do that again." He says softly, his hand still encompassing hers as he leads her into where the music was playing. Pulling her into the small crowd that was surrounding the music band, he had found an empty spot.

Jimin set their things down before turning to her, "Mind if I have this dance...? With you?" He asks in a soft and low voice. (Y/N) sighed in content before nodding her head, placing her free hand on his shoulder. Jimin leads her in a smooth, slow dance, and never once had looked away from (Y/N), his eyes always looking into hers.

"Jimin, I want to thank you for today, just one last time." (Y/N) suddenly says, grabbing more of Jimin's attention, "I feel like a princess with all that you've done for me..." She admits in a small voice. And just when (Y/N) thought Jimin's smile couldn't get any bigger.

"I'm glad you had fun." Jimin murmured as he leaned in, placing a kiss on her cheek. A rush of happiness had coursed through both of their bodies from each other's actions.

(Y/N) sighed before wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him close as they continued to dance. Jimin once again kissed her cheek before placing his hands on her hips, never feeling so lucky in his life. And as some time goes by, the song had ended. The crowd claps for the performers as they take a bow before playing another song.

"I think we should head back now."(Y/N) whispered. Jimin breathed his breathing tickling (Y/N)'s neck. "I guess this means we should get back to our room, hm? C'mon, let's go."

And as the two walked back, Penzo was seen behind a building, watching the two. The man chuckled, "Seems like JImin had gotten himself a little girlfriend, huh?" Penzo chuckled as his right-hand man gave him a smirk.

"Are we going to kill him now?" He asked as Penzo shook his head, "No, not now." Penzo growled over at the man before looking back at Jimin.

"Find out who the girl is, and from there we can proceed with the plan."

"And what do we do with the girl?"

Penzo hummed with a smirk, "Simple. We take her in with us after we kill the guy."

But little did Penzo have known, (Y/N) was the reason why his men got killed, all because of the code, that leads to the unknown constituent in the wanted safe that (Y/N) was destined to open.

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