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▸ Assassin Jaehyun x Assassin Female reader ▸ Smut, Smut, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Gore, MATURE ▸ JAEHYUN SMUT SERIES: FUCK, MARRY, KILL ▸ VOLUME I: PART 1, PART 2, PART 3

Summary: The start of a new life. Training to be an assassin and a chance to experience true love. The son of the leader of the Jeong clan fell in love with you while you two live your lives as assassins. He promised a quiet life, but when things went south. You decided to leave Jaehyun… and hide your daughter from him.

VOLUME I: PART 1 WORD COUNT: 7,889k

Warnings: THIS FIC IS FICTION ONLY, Smut, smut, smut, MATURE THEMES, Heavy description of killings because most of the characters are assassins, mentions of blood, character death, A LOT OF NCT MEMBERS WILL D WORD IN THIS FIC, unprotected sex, mentions of condoms, mentions of pill, pregnancy, swearing, mentions of alcohol. Mentions of being an orphan, Not everything is proofread, apologies again. I hope I did not forget anything.

A/N: I will cut VOLUME I into three parts, just because 20k word count is not acceptable in one post hahaha. I'm sorry :( I will try to put warnings on every part of the story that has gory details. This will still focus on the love story but still I wanted to write again so this may be long. I hope everyone will enjoy every word of VOLUME I.

Too good to be true

When you singlehandedly ruined your life it’s a given fact that you became desperate to saving yourself especially when you know that no one else got your back. No family, no friends, it’s just you and your shadow. You’re an orphan who’s friendless, no one would take you and on top of that …. You’re fully capable of hurting people. That’s why everyone is scared of you.

“The orphanage… cannot handle you anymore. You’re a good person y/n, you cause trouble because bullies won’t leave you alone… but you’re becoming… too dangerous. I’m sorry- it’s the Jeongs or the slums.” The head of the orphanage explains to you with sorry eyes.

The Jeongs… Who are they? Am I finally getting adopted? You thought alone as you fix your things, preparing to leave first thing in the morning. Why does it have to be so rushed? Are they really excited to meet me?

The next day, you were picked up by a tall man. A big, buff and tall man named Chanyeol. He looked sharp in his suit, he immediately explained that he will drive you to the Jeong’s residence and also explained your purpose there from now on. And that’s where your fantasies about having a family disappears. “You are adopted by the Jeongs to be one of their assasins. To kill for them” The words from that guy Chanyeol’s mouth sounded unreal, you wanted to ask if he’s just scaring you and if he’s joking. Apparently not.

The Jeong’s residence was big. It’s like a paradise. It looks peaceful because it has a very green garden, big trees, flowers here and there, and nice staffs that wore black their entire life working for the Jeongs. There were three other guys arrived after you. They all look alone too and lost, and you figured they all came in different countries.

“Taeyong, Yuta and Mark. This is Y/n,” a woman in black introduced them to you, they all said hi but you can see right through them… they all have this wall around them as if any time the people here are going to kill them any second. “From now on the five of you will be a team and will work with the Jeongs” she added. “Five? There’s only four of us here” Mark said, he’s the youngest.

“You will meet the fifth member tomorrow before you training starts…”

By the time she took you guys for a quick tour around the residence, your world became quiet as if you’re not interested anymore. You just want to rest and start what you need to do in this place.

It feels good huh? You said to yourself as you stare in the mirror of your own bathroom. It feels good to finally know your purpose in life. The Jeongs gave you shelter, comfortable clothes that are all black but all new and nice, your own room with all the things you need… they even gave you a makeup kit. And you wonder whats that for.

There were only 5 things they want you to remember. In exchange for the Jeong’s goodness, you need to:

Train to be an assassin everyday.

Only one Holiday outside.

Don’t make friends outside. We are your friends and family now.

Look out for each other.

Earn your freedom. That means after your years of service, you will of course have your freedom.

The terms were simple and you can only hope that killing someone is as simple as these rules too.

Everything is too good to be true.

Until now, you can’t believe that you’re lucky to have this kind of family now.

“So when are we going to meet the fifth member?” Taeyong asked, the oldest. He has a cold impression, scary but very handsome.

“I’m here. Sorry- my sister and mother is very dramatic. They were having a hard time letting me go. By the way, I’m Jaehyun!” he said with a big smile in his face. He is the first person in this place who actually lit up the entire room with just a smile.

He’s very handsome. Almost as if you were looking at a saint, you thought.

“You look lost,” Yuta said, the Japanese guy who looked tough. “The four of us looked so lost when we arrived, but we all felt that we belonged here… but you, I believe you’re out of place. You don’t belong here you’re too happy”

“I’m not happy. I’m just as miserable as you are, I just don’t show it” Jaehyun said with a cocky smile.

“Oh come on! It’s our first day together, what is up with this tension?” Mark tried to stop Jaehyun and Yuta from fighting, but Yuta knows the truth already.

“This guy right here is the only son of Mr. and Mrs. Jeong. The next in line to be the next great Jeong” Yuta said with a smirk, mocking Jaehyun’s last name. And this time, he is getting on Jaehyun’s nerves already… but Jaehyun knew better than cause trouble. He calmed himself down and did not let his anger get him.

Everyone in the room completely understood what’s happening here. He is the son or Mr. Jeong, Jeong Yoonoh, but they call him Jaehyun. He is next in line after Mr. Jeong, the one and only son and is expected to take the family business when the time comes.

A typical plot, everyone thought. But training your one and only son to be a monster is a different kind of brutality. You can only imagine what kind of struggles he’s carrying.

“On behalf of my parents, and family, I would like to apologies for them” he bowed in front of everyone sincerely, “I will start training with you guys but that doesn’t mean I am not grateful to sacrificing your lives for our clan. Thank you” after that, he walked towards Yuta whispered beside his shoulder,

“Don’t you think it’s fucked up? That my father sent me here- his only son. You don’t know me” Jaehyun said sternly that made Yuta shut up.

The room became quiet and as the first instructor enters, giving Jaehyun and Yuta a good punch before everything starts.

And that is the start of your life here as an assassin.

You’re adopted to be an assassin. You’re going to grow old here.

The past few weeks was easy. You had the opportunity to know your colleagues, all four of them. Finally, people you can call family you thought. It’s part of your training to treat each and everyone as family because by the time you guys are sent for a mission, no one can be left behind. In other words, each and everyone of you should be capable of saving each other.

Eventually, Jaehyun and Yuta became friends. Good friends.

Months have passed and this was the beginning of every struggle. It has been heavy and hard. The training was harder. Everyone is bleeding but everyone grew stronger without you guys noticing.

After a years of training, you became good with guns and became a good fighter as well. Theres nothing much of your story… yet. But you are loving this new life that the Jeongs have given to you.

Jaehyun is good at everything. He was expected to do so. If not, his father will give him a hard time. During the training everyone could see the pressure that he carries everyday. The constant reminder of “I have to be great at this part,” you can basically see it in his face.

Yuta became a swordsman, and is actually good with everything sharp. Eventually, you guys knew his story. That his family, The Nakamoto clan is in huge debt of the Jeongs, and he came in here voluntarily for the honor of his family. Obviously, besides Jaehyun, he’s the only person who has a family.

Taeyong became the leader and can turn everything into a weapon. Everyone was quite expecting this already, aside from weapons Taeyong is good at strategizing… planning and organizing everything for everyone not to get killed.

Mark, became really good at technology. He can hack every system. Unfortunately, because he’s the youngest, he’s not allowed to do the dirty job, only the techie stuff. Which he loves doing.

Everyone matured in their own way, Chanyeol even got married. But even though time flies so fast they haven’t sent anyone of you to kill somebody yet.

It was a scary thought. Everyday you wake up thinking, “Is this the day?”. Is this going to be the day that you will kill for the first time in your life? Its not that you kill innocent people, the people that you’re about to kill in the future probably deserves it. At least thats what you’re told.

You thought that accepting the reality of what you’re doing is the hardest thing but no. “Wait until your first kill. It’s like your first love, you will never forget it” Chanyeol said during one of his lectures.

But by the time everyone had their first kill already, everyone became unstoppable.

They started training you at the age of 19 and watched you grow to be a young assassin at the age of 24. You grew up ruthless, crazy, and merciless. You have your own way of killing the people you need to kill, you do it fast, but whenever you want to play, you watch their souls leave their eyes. You even became Jaehyun’s father his favorite assassin because you could be anything and you could kill anyone.

“You could be a perfect Jeong,” Jaehyun joked while you two are sharpening knives that you both used from training earlier. You watch him in front of you and you cant help but notice, he really is handsome but Jaehyun is not only handsome because of his look. Maybe… he’s handsome in you’re eyes because he’s actually nice, he’s nice at the staffs here, he’s nice to you, heck… he takes care of you. He grew up well despite the dangerous environment he’s already in.

“I don’t want to be a Jeong- I’m not perfect,” you said while you work with a knife.

“You’re perfect in my eyes and in my father’s eyes,” he replied.

By this time you just wanted to shut him up and make him stop. Quite annoying actually. “So what, you want to be siblings with me? You have sisters aren’t they enough? or you want someone who kills people for a living as your sister?”

“Nope. What I meant was marry me someday,” He bravely said.

There was silence between you two, awkwardness. Jaehyun really saw the ugly truth that it’s not yet time to confess his feeling to you. Not this way, but well, at least he tried.

“I’m just kidding” he added to take away the awkwardness, “Dinner is almost ready, don’t be late okay?”

There’s nothing in the world you hate the most than going on a mission alone. You’ve always done missions alone though, but whenever it gets too long to finish, you miss home a little too much as days go by.

New York is always busy. It never gave you the calm feeling that you’ve been yearning for.

Again, Its lonely when you do missions away from home. It’s the kind of mission where you have to be patient and plan your kill silently, and without trace. The one that you have to plan oh so carefully because you have to make it look like an accident. And because it’s frustrating you, you’re now looking at a beautiful sunset, breathing in and out, on this busy park. Feeling the cold breeze of today, feeling it kiss your face, it’s almost Christmas you tell yourself and shook your head immediately because you just missed home even more.

Another thing you hate about being lonely, is that you kept thinking about the blurry future. The one that was promised after years of service, your freedom. You can’t help but think about hows it like to have a normal life, quiet mornings, experiencing love, experiencing heartbreak, new beginnings and discover opportunities.

It was calm but at the same time, noisy for a moment, until you received a call from an unknown number. Little did you know, this phone call will change your life.

“Hello?” You wait for the person on the other line to talk.

“Well, you look lonely. What’s bothering you?”

Of course you knew that voice. The voice that gave you a smile tonight, and has been making you smile ever since you two met.

“You could ruin both of our missions-“ you giggle through the phone but Jaehyun was beside you already and pulled you in for a warm hug.

“Why are you dressed so thin?” He said, looking fine as ever while he talks to you. He was all red, his nose, his ears, he looked like he’s really freezing but he did not hesitate to give you his coat.

“I didn’t know that we were on the exact same location” you said as you swing your arms around his and stay close to him. Motioning him to walk with you.

“I didn’t know it either but, Mark told me that we were. He also said that you’ve been home sick lately”

“Yeah. I’ve been- it’s frustrating me Jae. I can’t shake him up and point him towards my trap”

“Patience. Just be patient,” he smiles.

The night went on beautifully. Jaehyun took you to dinner, had couple of drinks, walked around town, took pictures together like you’re on vacation, you two were playing around, making alibis, wondering if anyone from your missions pass by and recognize any of you. It will ruin both your covers, and what you two are doing right now is dangerous.

While you two are walking towards your apartment, you asked Jaehyun, “Have you ever had a girlfriend before?”

“Nope. Nothing real. It’s all for the mission, I guess. Been with a couple of girls, all part of the mission” Jaehyun answers.

“Me too. Sometimes when I’m with someone, I can’t help but think what’s it like to have the real thing”

And that gave Jaehyun a stupid idea. A stupid idea to make use of your time together here in Nee York.

It’s a beautiful time.

A beautiful time to be together.

If he couldn’t admit his feelings to you, he will drive you towards love instead and make you love him.

“Thank you for tonight Jae, I really needed it” you reached out for his hand and gave it a good squeeze before pulling him in for a hug before you go inside.

“Hey can I visit you again tomorrow?” Jaehyun asks, with a smile.

“Of course. Good night Jae,” you said sweetly.

As promised, Jaehyun visited you the next day, and the day after that, and the following days.

Your friendship bloomed beautifully but it was pretty obvious that it wasn’t just friendship this time. You’re not stupid, you didn't miss how he puts his arm around your waist and keep you close whenever the place gets too crowded. Like that time while you two rode the subway together, he kept you close and made you feel safe.. as if you’re not capable of saving yourself.

He made you feel like you can depend on him. He made you feel like he’s your man.

But most importantly, you can see that Jaehyun has been putting the work for the both of you.

He has been doing the things he likes with you, while you do the things you like with him. It was beautiful you thought.

You’ve always wanted to hug someone in the morning and tell them good morning.

You’ve always wanted to make coffee for someone, not because you have to, but because you actually want to.

You’ve always wanted to have quiet moments while you read a book, and just enjoy a good day quietly… with your someone. With Jaehyun, it was always calm and warm.

Like this afternoon.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Jaehyun asks while playing with your hair. You on the other hand is feeling very comfortable laying your head in his lap.

“I love the time we spent together… I can’t help but think of the day we finally get to go home… are we going to be close like this?”

“You’re thinking too much—“

“Yeah you’re right I’m thinking too much,” you got up quickly from your comfort because it pissed you off. How can he disregard what you just said to him… it was basically a confession.

But just before you walk away from him, he was quick to grab your hand, and made him face you.

The tension between you two was intensifying. He’s never touched you like this or be close like this.

Then he finally kissed you.

After years of yearning, patience and stopping himself from confessing. He finally did it.

It was a beautiful afternoon. A beautiful afternoon to kiss and confess each other’s feelings through the way you kiss each other, the way your hands roam around, and the way sweet words just comes out from your mouths naturally.

He motioned you towards your shared room, hands carefully undress each other in between giggling and whispering.

It all felt right at the moment.

His hands are warm when it roams around your skin, it feels like you’re burning in want when his fingers first glide on your wet slit while his mouth is busy kissing your neck and whispering the things you should do. Like, ‘open your legs more,— thats more I like it’, ‘do you want cum already or should I do more?’ ‘Calm down, you look like you’re about to cum’ ‘I want to hear my name’

And in between those lustful moment, he kisses you sweetly, as if he’s telling you ‘please’

When he saw that you’re already soaking, his kisses went down along your body, kissing and licking your boobs, taking his time to turn you on again and again, until he reaches your pussy and did not waited a second to kiss it and spread your pussy lips. Working with his fingers, up and down and taking turns with his mouth. Time seems to be slowing down at the moment while you arch your back and unintentionally grip Jaehyun’s hair while you enjoy every second of his what his mouth, lips, tongue and fingers could do to you.

Until you reach your first high and asked for more.

He reached for your hand and made you pump his cock, “ready?” He asks, you just nod sweetly and reached for his face to kiss him hungrily.

It didn’t hurt that much but there was a good stretch. He was big after all, and his rawness felt so good around your walls you can’t get enough of it.

He thrusted slowly, kissing you while he focuses on making you feel good, careful not to hurt you.

“Fuck- you fuck so good,” with heavy breaths that compliment came out of nowhere he just kissed your neck to respond to that. “Are you really this good at everything Jaehyun?” You added, swinging your arms around his body, touching every part of him which he loves. You touch his body while he looks at you eye to eye, you put one finger in his mouth and it was just another paradise.

When you feel him asking for more. You comply to what he wanted to do. He flipped you on your stomach and licked your entrance before you feel him kiss your back which made you weak and land face first on the mattress. Little did you know, it was just his way to get you on his favorite sex position.

Now your on all fours, face on the mattress while Jaehyun thrusts on your pussy slowly. You can feel his hands rest on your ass, giving a slight smack whenever you try to put it down, but he was also quick to replace it with a kiss before going back to business.

“You don’t know how many times I imagined doing this to you,” he whispers and planted kisses on your face.

When he felt you clenching around his cock, he fucked you faster making the bed rock and mattress creak. He came inside you of course, while kissing your back and soothing your right ass cheek. When he pulled out, he inserted one finger which felt nice and made you excited again.

“We’ll go another round,” he winked and watched his cum come out of your pussy.

That night, you two stayed in bed and fuck more than you could have imagine.

Of course there’s a time where you just talked about your feelings. How much you two don’t want to go back just yet and how much you wanted this relationship to work.

After that night, you don’t need to imagine what real love feels like.

Love and home suddenly became a person for you and that’s Jaehyun.

You can feel his presence already whenever you feel like he’ll arrive anytime soon at your doorstep and shower him with kisses. Love is knowing that someone will come home to you. Love is watching a movie together, and not noticing that one of you is sleeping already. Love is trying to impress Jaehyun with your cooking skills, and even though he’s a better cook he says you cook better.

Love is having someone to comfort you whenever you have nightmares and you see the faces of the people you kill in your dreams.

“Y/n, wake up, baby you’re having a nightmare”

Jaehyun open the lampshade and got you a glass of water after successfully waking you up. He’s been waking up for five minutes already. He was so worried.

When you’re all calm again, your now watching the rain outside and enjoying the quiet evening. Arms around each other, keeping each other warm.

“We’ve experienced tough shit — I really believe that we deserve each other’s love” he whispers so he wont ruin the quietness of a beautiful night.

Days continue to be beautiful with Jaehyun. It felt like a dream but he was a hundred percent real because he proves it every day. The moment you wake up, you get to see his handsome face. Arms around you, like he’s never planning to let you go.

You reached your vibrating phone and answer the call, Jeno. He was your mission. Your fake boyfriend. The one you need to kill.

“Hello?” You answered, trying to get out of Jaehyun’s embrace but too late, you woke him up and decided not let you go. As he’s reminding you who your real boyfriend is. He thought of teasing you while you’re on the call but he knew better. Work should be respected.

“Hey, I just miss you… where have you been?” Jeno says, giving you a hint that he knew you were cheating and seeing a man beside him. Of course, you knew that already, Jaehyun mentioned that Jeno sent a gut to tail on him. Your boyfriend just laughed it out, he sees Jeno as a joke.

“I was actually just gonna call you— sorry I’ve been busy with work, with the coming holidays”

But even though Jeno knew you’re cheating, he still wanted to make things work. So he tries. “Can we go on a vacation tomorrow? Please? Days have been stressful and I just miss you”

“Tomorrow? Uhh.. sure why not? Text me the details? Do you want to grab dinner tonight?” Words continue to come out of your mouth that hurt Jaehyun. But what can you do? You still have to play the part.

When the call ended Jaehyun was silent. His eyes were closed and hasn’t said a word the moment you ended the call.

But the man… truly and deeply loves you. So he stopped being childish and greet you good morning and showered you with kisses.

“So I guess we have morning until afternoon then,” he said and kissed your shoulders. You just smiled and kissed him good morning which turned you on, “Why do you have to be so damn irresistable?”

Jaehyun just chuckled and kissed your lips for the last time before he got up from bed, “I know we can’t get enough of each other but we have to get up now, it’s a busy day for the both of us but… can I just kill Jeno and have you for myself?” he joked.

Even though Jaehyun knew that this is all part of the job, he can’t help but think that … he can’t just let you allow them to touch you. He wanted you to at least… think of him…

The whole morning was unexpectedly quiet. You know the reason so you confronted him. “I wont let him lay a finger on me from now on, I promise” you said and hugged him behind while he’s cooking. “I know you’re worried. But please don’t forget that I am more than capable to protect myself”

“Thank you for promising,” he smiled and kissed you. When Jeno kept you away from Jaehyun it was torture for you. You used to like it whenever you and Jeno have sex, hell- that’s the reason why you got him around your finger. But now that you’ve experienced love finally and you know how making love feels like… you just can’t let Jeno touch you ever again.

The whole trip was a mess. You stopped yourself from just slitting his throat while he’s sleeping. He didn’t like it when you stop him from having sex whenever he asks you to. He hated every reason you give him, but he never forced you. Of course Jeno knew this was because you’re cheating on him. He was planning to get you killed. Little did he know, you’re already ten steps ahead of him.

By the time you and Jeno got back from that wasted vacation, he kept you on his side most of the time. Making sure you don’t have time for Jaehyun. He visits your apartment every night, pick you up in the morning, and spend time with you whenever he can. He even admitted that he really loves you. You just faked it and told him, you love him too. It’s disgusting.

Jeno is a head of a drug cartel. He made a very famous drug that made a lot of people crazy about it. Too much of it can definitely kill you. That’s what happened to the daughter of Mr. Seo. Well she didn’t die, almost die. Mr. Seo is a powerful man that has great connections with great doctors whom took care of her daughter. Long story short, the daughter was Jeno’s ex-girlfriend, they made that drug together but Mr. Seo denied that his daughter had anything to do with it.

By the way, Mr. Seo is Mr. Jeong’s longtime business partner. And that’s why you’re here. To serve revenge to someone’s daughter.

Jaehyun on the other hand, is here to protect Mr. Seo’s daughter, just in case Jeno tries to send someone and kill her. But he just protects the girl from a far. Jaehyun is very careful with his job, he hates messy things. He’s the silent killer not you.

“Can we just switch missions? I’ll protect the girl and you kill Jeno?” you joke and booped his nose. You just finished having sex and it really felt good to be fucked by the man you love after for so long you thought. This has been the first night you’ve been together, ever since Jeno kept you away. This wouldn’t even happen if Jaehyun didn’t kill the man tailing him. Poor guy you thought.

“Don’t give me ideas,” he laughed and made you sit on top of him, creating a great view of your body, you then reached for his cock and surprised him. He didn’t expect that you’d put it in and grind on top of him.

“You were saying?” you wanted him to continue what he was saying while you fuck him. Yes, fuck him.

“I said…” he croaked, almost a moan. He couldn’t even finish a sentence, “don’t give me ideas that I could easily do” he pulled you down so you’re closer to him, kissing your neck while you continue what you do. In a matter of minutes, Jaehyun came and you stayed on to him, feeling him catch his breath.

“If Jeno dies, we both come home— but I’m not pressuring you,” he laughed and kissed you, “I’m just a little excited to what’s next for our life after this mission, you know?”

But you were already sleeping when he checked up on you. Of course he didn’t just let you sleep naked on top of him, gently he made lay you down beside him and looked for clean clothes to cover you up. He kissed you goodbye because he needed to work tonight.

The next day, there was something off with Jeno that he kept on getting mad and he’s getting into your nerves. That pushed you to go for the kill and just use a knife to kill him. To your surprise, he was specially skilled with sharp objects too. You didn’t back down of course, you gave his pretty face a nice scar, just incase he survives and you fail to kill him, at least he will remember you.

“Your boyfriend is an assassin too, I know that much. He’s dead now,”

And those words got the best of you. It caught you off guard making him had the chance to pierce the knife deep.

Now you’re on weak on the floor bleeding and trying to survive. But your mind is really not on what’s happening to you, you don’t care if you die. But you care if Jaehyun is really dead. It can’t be. He’s the greatest assassin you’ve ever seen.

You feel your body getting weaker and weaker as you crawl away from Jeno… then suddenly you hear a thud. And heard someone call your name…

“Y/n— fuck, stay with me baby,”

It was Jaehyun. You’re sure that he’s well and alive.

“It’s just a cut Jae, I’ll live for sure,”

Jaehyun on the other hand was quick to get materials he knew could save you. He also called for Mark’s to send help and clean up Jeno’s body. “Mark, Y/n needs help send a doctor to Jeno’s place now and clean up”

“Got it! Yuta is also on his way to fill in for you— we had a lead on,”

“Mark, I’m sorry to break it to you, but I don’t care if that girl dies. Y/n needs me, how long do we have to wait?”

“S-sorry, but help will be there 20 minutes tops”

Jaehyun didn’t even said thank you or good bye to Mark. He just ended the call and took care of you because you passed out already. Jaehyun was panicking already and more than furious that he shot Jeno’s dead body a few more times to release his anger towards him.

When you finally wake up, you see Jaehyun beside you sleeping. You figured maybe he didn’t even got the chance to rest from last night.

This mission was more than fucked up. You failed. Jaehyun failed. All because you finally have a weakness now, and it’s Jaehyun. This is bad you thought.

By the time you’re all well and ready to go home, you thought that Jaehyun will go home with you and tell every truth to Chanyeol together. But no. He needed to stay behind because he needed to fix his own mess for you and for him. You could have helped him but you’re too weak at the moment.

When you came back, Chanyeol was beyond furious, he told you ugly truths… that made you force yourself to the things you don’t like. Like, leaving Jaehyun.

“He didn’t tell you that the girl he was protecting secretly was his future fiance?” Chanyeol smirked, he didn’t want to hurt you either but he needed to tell you the truth for your own good. After all, you’re like a daughter to him.

“Are you really sure you love Jaehun?” you nod ‘yes’, of course. “What can you offer to him? Cant you see it? You two are not perfect for each other, he’s a son of a powerful man. Who are you y/n?”

And that hurt you.

“Have you ever imagined stepping into Jaehyun’s real world? You have to understand that you two are not meant for each other,”

He was right. “Good thing Jaehyun’s father never heard of your relationship. He wanted you to work directly with him. Take this as a chance to redeem your last mission. And try to forget about Jaehyun while you’re away”

And just after Chanyeol talked to you, Jaehyun just arrived in 127 house, wearing the biggest smile on his face. Hoping for a welcome back kiss perhaps. But you avoided his touch.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, you don’t know where to begin but he already knew that Chanyeol a;ready brainwashed you, “Chanyeol is good at brainwashing Y/n, you know that”

“But that doesn’t mean that the things he told me aren’t true. I’m sorry Jae— it was childish. What we did was childish,”

“I can’t believe I’m fucking hearing this. AFTER EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED IN NEW YORK Y/N?!” He shouted.

“I’m sorry,” is all you could say before turning your back on him.

Maybe life is punishing your for all the lives you’ve taken without mercy.

You’ve been far from home way too long now… you’re long forgiven for what happened to New York now.

At this point you don’t even know if what happened between you and Jaehyun was true or was it all just a dream or a fantasy made up. You don’t even have one single proof that you and Jaehyun shared something special there. You only have this heartbreak that you’ve been carrying for years, ever since you left.

Given that you’re Mr. Jeong’s favorite assassin, you work tirelessly whenever he puts you on schedule. You’ve been assigned to be close to him and became his personal bodyguard, and go whenever he goes, and kill whenever he says so. Mr. Jeong is very busy man, he flies in and out of different countries and you alone is responsible with his safety for the whole time… well, you and other unnamed bodyguards that are foreign. But most of your days are spent on the Jeong’s skyscraper building. You just stand all day, everyday outside Mr. Jeong’s office and guard it.

But by the time Chanyeol made you come back and put you on a field mission, you’ve never been so happy and excited to kill someone after so long.

“I love seeing your smile Y/n,” Jaehyun welcomes you back with a hug, together with the others, “But you wont like this mission,” Jaehyun warns you.

He talks to you like nothing happened. Like he wasn’t the reason why you were away from this home for far too long. You’re not mad at him. You’re just surprised on with how well he’s been and that’s the only thing you want him to be. Happy.

While Mark is explaining what is what and who is who, you can’t help but think that Jaehyun was right with his warning earlier.For years and years of killing, this has been the hardest mission for you. It was as if you are looking for a ghost who kills people and you’re almost hopeless with this mission.

Hendery.

There are six Phantoms, Yangyang, Winwin and Xiaojun are all dead. And Hendery was the one assigned to you, while Ten and Kun are both hard to find because no one knew their faces. No one knew what Hendery looks like either, but Mark just so happens to know that he will have business in Hongkong on new year’s eve. That’s all the information he could give to you, because that’s all the information he has about Hendery.

The Phantoms are very rich chinese men who has many successful business around asia. They’re powerful because they kill every competition they have, and they kill strictly for business and because of business. Business is everything with the Phantoms. And that’s the difference between the Jeongs and the Phantoms, the Jeongs kill for protection.

Rumor has it that the Phantoms wanted to buy every business that the Jeongs own. And that is where the war started between them.

“This time I really want you to be careful,” Jaehyun came out of nowhere while you were packing your things.

“Privacy Mr.,” you joked, “I know your family owns me, but you don’t own me, yet.” you teased him, you were talking about him being the big boss someday. He just laughed and crossed his arms. He always looks nice in black with his golden ring, the only token he had from his mom, its like an I.D for him… so that people around this house will not forget that he’s still a Jeong.

“When I killed Yangyang, the kid almost fooled me” he started and sat down your bed, “It was a loud kill, I almost fucked up”

“That sounds like a joke, you never do loud kills ” you stopped packing and sat down with him.

“He knew who I was… barely came out of his house alive” Suddenly the air in your room became cold… this has never happened to Jaehyun before. “They’re all jokers Y/n, they know us”

That night, Jaehyun didn’t want leave your bed. You couldn’t sleep either, you just miss how his warmth can calm you and make you feel safe. He didn’t want to bombard you with words like “I miss you so much…” and tell you the things he has been doing while you were away. You have so little time together, and all he can do it show you how much he still feels for you.

So he bravely kissed you.

And you kissed him back.

For a few minutes it felt right. Like you two were back in New York in that small little apartment. His kisses were sweet and inocent, his hands were all over you but on the right places, like while he intertwines his hands with yours and how he cups your face only to hold you closer. But when you two stopped and realized that this will get you two into trouble again. He let you turn your back against him.

And theres nothing he could do and did not protest.

He pulled your duvet and made sure youre warm tonight, kissed you one last time on your head and left your room.

He still loves you. And that fact alone made you cry to sleep, because you still love him too.

When you left for the mission, it was already loud and red all over Hongkong. Mark still has no further information about Hendery which makes you even more nervous. “Calm down, just read the room and trust your hunch” Mark said through your earpiece.

“What if I kill the wrong guy Mark? Are you going to take responsibility-” but Chanyeol had the line even before you could finish.

“Can you please calm down? Hendery is within the area already because his bodyguards are spotted… but still no visual on the target,” you sigh at what Chanyeol said, “Maybe Mark is right, read the room. It’s not hard to find someone who looks rich and has an army of bodyguards around”

“Okay. Fine. I’ll move on my own since you two are so useless”

You removed your earpiece and put it in your purse.

You were ordered to just watch him during the event and go for the kill when the clock strikes 12 and the whole country will be so loud. You were having a hard time looking for him at the moment, who would have thought that it would be this hard. You drank your frustrations away, shot by shot. Until you’re becoming light headed and a little tipsy already. You can’t go home with a failed mission. Agin.

During the celebration, you noticed someone who’s really handsome and really attractive… actually, his family is so loud, you figured he was celebrating with his beautiful sisters and their kids. The room was not hard to read, they are just a normal family that will be in shock by the chaos you’re about to do later. Poor kids you thought.

The kids were all cute, wearing colorful dresses, very energetic… it makes you dream about having your own someday. Will you have a daughter? A son? whatever it is, you will your kid with all your heart.

Then suddenly… One of the kids approached you with a glass of water.

What if… the water was poisoned. What if Hendery sent her?

What on earth are you thinking Y/n? She’s a sweet kid.

“My uncle thinks you need a glass of water,” she whispered and gave you the class… before the so called uncle finally approached you.

Of course he knew you already. He knew beforehand that someone will try to kill him tonight because he has been attending funerals of his friends lately. But he did expect you. And by the time you and Hendery finally faced each other during new year’s eve in Hongkong, he fell in love with you.

“It’s amazing how little human beings can have a power to us all” you smiled watching him.

“Well those human beings can be little monsters too and can really dry up my wallet fast” he joked and sat beside you.

One last look around to check if you still have any luck for Hendery… but looks like… today, is really not your day.

For the whole night, you and that stranger talked and talked. Luring you into saying what your heart truly desires. He became your first friend outside your job as a killer, which is basically a sin and you could be punished for this. He made you feel like a normal person.

At 12am, Hendery was still a no show. So instead, you enjoyed your time for yourself.

Hendery let you play with his nieces, you two danced and talked and drink until you’re drunk enough to even remember your purpose. And by the end of the night, he bought a suite so you two could talk somewhere quiet.

But it’s not what happened. It was intimacy in bed… that’s what happened. Good thing you weren’t actually clueless in this game so you get to satisfy him. But what really counted as a memory that night was the way he talked to you about freedom. Like he knows you already, like he’s trap somewhere too… like you.

“While I was looking at your nieces earlier, I can’t help but think about my own future. Someday I want someone to drain my energy with how they drained ours earlier,” Hendery laughed at that fact, her nieces are all full of energy and you were both really tired playing with them.

“I want to have a life,” you added.

“Me too,” he said.

“Hmm. What troubles you,” you asked while you play with his hair.

“I may look like a prince but I’m swimming in debt, I need to pay up. That’s how I could have a life,”

It was too much private information in one night, you thought so you stopped asking questions and just lured him to have more sex with you. By the time you pass out sleeping on his chest, he thought…

He could easily kill you with one swift move right now. But no.

The moment you wake up, he’s gone and left you a note.

You can kill me anytime. Come find me again. - Hendery.

And it was more than a frustration to you. You stare at the note that smelled like garden rose. You were more than angry and mad but you couldn’t let it out because your mind was busy searching for clues from last night… but then again, you remembered what Jaehyun said.

Yes, it was a failed mission. But theres a part of you that was actually happy that it failed. You can’t kill him in front of his family and his loving nieces. It will just plant trauma to them. And you can’t be the one who caused that.

You came home from a failed mission. Chanyeol was beyond disappointed to you. Again. Not only you failed the mission, but you broke one of the rules. “You befriended an enemy Y/n. How could you kill him in the future now? What will you feel if you heard the news that Taeyong successfully killed your friend? — you also had sex with him. I am out of words…” "Well, at least it wasn't Jaehyun right?"

It was silent in his office for a slow minute. You knew everything you did was wrong and you have nothing to blame.

“You’re on schedule for three months, no rest days and no holidays,”

By the time you and Chanyeol are done talking, Jaehyun was waiting outside. You figured he heard everything.

“I think this Hendery guy fell in love with you. god y/n you’re so stupid when it comes to shit like this” Jaehyun said, he sounded jealous, of course he was. But even so, he brought you apples because you missed dinner.

“Like what?” you said as you munch the apples he gives you.

“Like when someone is showing you bold signs that they like you” Jaehyun continue to munch the apple. You were quiet because maybe he’s right.

“I like you. Cant you see it?”

I’m well aware Jae. But you didn’t say that. You didn’t want to talk about your relationship tonight. You can’t get Hendery out of your head. “Hendery is different-“ is all you said.

Jaehyun scoffed, “Of course you’d say that. What you like him too?” the change of his tone bothers you already.

“Hendery is different because he opened the Pandora’s box for me. He had nieces, cute nieces Jae. And I spent time with his family that is super sweet,” you tried to explain nicely, but he keeps on pushing you.

“So you do like him?” theres a part of him that is envy and jealous that Hendery was the one who got to opened that “pandora's box” for you.

“No Jae. I don’t like him. I only love the things he made me experience that night. To have family, to be able to play with kids, to dream for my own… to dream of my own freedom,”

And then there it is.

Jaehyun stopped himself from talking because he knew this conversation could turn into a fight. He also realized, that Hendery showed you different things, a different angle in life that he can’t give you. For now. His father adopted you to be an assassin, and caged you in the world of killings.

Jaehyun was quiet and all he could do was hug you and calm you down. But you pushed him. Hard. And made him leave.

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danikamariewrites · 7 months

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I know this request might sound strange but could you do a az fic where his mate was a trained assasin like natasha romanoff from the red room and she didn't tell az what happened when she was there and they're one night in bed together cuddling after sex and she tells him everything and he comforts her and looks after her? Promising she won't go through thar again

Widow

Azriel x reader

A/n: I love this request thank you

Warnings: mentions past trauma, abuse, and violence, some smut

As you come down from your high you rest your forehead on Azriel’s bare chest. The sweat coating his tan skin helping ground you as your senses came back to yourself. You gripped his biceps tight, digging your nails in for a moment, then letting go.

Azriel strokes a hand down your hair, kissing the top of your head. You wordlessly twist off of him laying on your side of the bed. You’re still lost in your head like you have been all day. You needed a release, to be in control tonight. Azriel was happy to let you take the lead. He would always give you whatever you needed.

But this felt different to him. Azriel lay on his side reaching his hand out to stroke your cheek. You flinched a little before leaning into the comforting touch.

“My love,” Azriel whispered. At the softness of his voice you burst into tears. Laying in bed you were paralyzed by your memories. Your tears leaking into your hairline.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” you kept gasping out. Over and over again. You were scaring Azriel. He had never seen you like this before.

He quickly got up, rushing around the bedroom looking for something to dress you in so you’d be more comfortable.

Azriel helped you sit up, slipping the shirt over your head. You took deep, long breaths to calm your racing heart. You needed to pull yourself together. This isn't what you were taught. No, it's ok to feel, that's what Rhys and Mor taught you. What your whole family taught you.

When you were younger, you were taken from your family. You don't know what court your from. You don't have any specific powers that would help you figure it out.

You had lived most of your life in The Middle and the Autumn Court. The Middle was where your 'academy' was. Beron had charged his greatest assasins with training the next generation of violent killers. He wanted it be all these children knew.

Your teachers were cruel and strict given that they had free reign. You never knew love and care until you and Azriel's mating bond snap. No one had ever taken care of you the way he has.

When you first met it was on a mission. You had been questioning Beron's and your teachers motives for some time now. They had preached about peace in Prythian. How you and your fellow spies/assasins would help them achieve it.

You had been sent to the Winter Court during an especially brutal storm. Tasked with kidnapping the heir to the court. She had just turned five, the same age you were taken. It had felt wrong. Everything in your body was screaming at you not to enter the Winter Palace.

You had broken in flawlessly. Or so you thought. Azriel was waiting for you in the child’s room. You immediately surrendered to him, as you were taken aback by the bond snapping immediately for you. When he took you back to the Night Court you decided you wanted to join them immediately. It felt like home. You gave up spying and killing. You became close with your new family and were as honest with Azriel as you could be.

There were things that you haven’t told him. You both have kept things from your past and had an understanding that you’d share when ready. Tonight you wanted to be honest with him. Your memories of The Middle had been awful this week.

Things you had repressed for years had come to the surface. The punishments you had suffered for not doing well. For not being the best. For disobeying orders. Hell, you had been disciplined by Beron. Your skin would prickle and burn at the memories.

You took one more breath, drying your tears and looking at Azriel’s concerned, tear stained face. “I’m sorry.” You whispered again. Azriel brushed your cheek again whispering back, “It’s ok, y/n. Take your time.” Looking at him with an emotionless face. You needed to be strong through this.

“I need to tell you the truth. About why I was in the Winter Palace that night.” You told him everything. The academy hidden away in The Middle. How you were Beron’s favorite and his little protégé. The abuse and violence you were subjected to. What you did for years. Your regret. The whispers you heard about the current status of the academy.

Through it all Azriel didn’t get angry or yell. He stayed as an anchor next to you. Sending constant love down the bond and wiping the silent tears from your reddened cheeks.

When you finished, Azriel pulled you tightly into his chest, rubbing calming circles in the middle of your back. “You never have to worry about that again, y/n. I promise you will never go back there. I will protect you, always.” You started sobbing into his neck. “Thank you,” you whispered.

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar reader fic #acotar reader imagine #acotar imagine #azriel acotar #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x you #azriel imagine #acotar azriel #azriel fanfic #azriel #azriel fic

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kenandeliza · 7 days

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untitled draft for future marvel family comic strip, (mostly crack)

Based on a discussion with a mutual. Doesn't take place in a specific continuity.

Mary is shown to go home after Wayne Gala, Billy is shown waiting for her back home.

Billy: "Welcome home Mary, So how's the fancy party?"

Mary: " if you ask me, it was a bit boring, but I met this one Boy-"

*thunder can be heard in the panel*

Captain Marvel with a serious/protective look on his face: "Tell me more.."

Mary: "Billy, he's not-"

Billy:"I just want to talk to him."

Mary sighed:"....Billy, relax, he only wanted me to pose for a portrait he's working on"

Next panel having him switch over to Billy: "oh.."

Mary:" Besides, I'll be fine, you don't need to be worried, I can take care of myself! I'm the older one after all"

Billy:"Yeah, By five minutes!"

Freddy appearing in the front door: "I saw the lightning, what are you two yapping about?"

Billy:"oh nothing, Mary met a boy in the Wayne Gala-"

Freddy frowned immediately acted protective, preparing his crutch: "who's the hoity toity brat that's been hitting on you!?"

Mary getting tired of her friend's and brother's overprotectiveness: "Not you too!!"

____

Reminder to insert more Dialogue of their shenanigans at the Wayne Manor, I haven't perfected the dialogue yet so only the timeline of events are shown

[Bruce expresses his relief for his son to finally have civillian friends, the son is revealed to be damian]

Freddy and Billy begrudgingly tagged along with Mary. Just to be safe

[Mary introduced them to Boy who asked for Mary to be his reference for a portrait, Meeting between Billy and Damian, they eyed each other suspiciously]

[A journalist vs a son of a high-profile billionaire playboy beefing?]

[Insert a line of Bruce wondering why his co-worker is there, The rest of the Family didn't know because they'll question why he let marvel join despite not being an adult. Billy doesn't know Bruce is Batman]

[Freddy eventually warms up to Damian after finding out their mutual love for animals? With Freddy and his monkey, Jeep and Damian with Batcow]

[After the trio left the manor, Damian began researching the suspicious Journalist that accompanied Mary.

Damian has A tango between "oh no a journalist" and "a journalist that mainly covers Marvel and is seemingly close to him"

"Father has recently been stumped on his identity, perhaps this journalist could be the key! I can finally do something Father has never done before, Discovering Captain's identity!'

Now its just a chess gamebetween billy and damian

Billy:'This hoity toity kid is getting too close with my sister, I must get more info on him" (maybe accidentally discovered that Bruce wayne somehow had ties to The league of assasins that way)

[He might eventually lead to this scenario:

Billy keep coming up with wild imaginations that doesnt reflect the reality

Billy:" BATMAN LIVES IN YOUR BASEMENT??!!"

Bruce: "No, I build my manor in his attic."

]]

Further brainstorming and sicovering plot bunnies needed

#kd's thoughts #big brother freddy freeman #captain marvel #dc comics #shazam #billy batson #freddy freeman #mary bromfield #mary batson #scenario scenarios #bruce wayne #damian wayne #Possible comic draft? Poating it here because i often visit this hellsite compared to others

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stargirl-writes · 6 months

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[chapter two] the secret history of anakin skywalker

the arrangement

pairing : assasin! reader x anakin skywalker

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sypnosis

you have only known one truth about this war, the republic and the seperatists are two sides of the same coin. but now, your master count dooku has disposed of you after your consequent failures. his betrayal fueled your thirst for revenge. and in the cruel twist of fate, you have found yourself with an arrangement with the enemy. general anakin skywalker is willing to do what it takes for the republic to win, even if it meant dealing with you, his nemesis.

chapter summary

after your old master has betrayed you, you were captured by the jedi general skywalker. stricken by the grief, you resigned to your faith.

on the way back to coruscant to face republic jurisdiction, a sniper has fired in open space. taking general obi-wan kenobi down.

in a fit of anger, anakin skywalker accuses you. but you have already made up your mind in taking revenge on your old master. and even though you are terrified, you struck up an arrangement to aid anakin's mission to find obi-wan kenobi's true killer.

warnings : involves spoilers for star war's 'the clone wars' season 4, episode 15. violence, mentions of symptoms of ptsd, imprisonment, and betrayal.

notes : honestly did not think so many will like an enemies-to-lovers trope with a.s. so thank you for supporting this little fic of mine !

likes, comments, and reblogs are highly appreciated!

Anakin Skywalker has taken you.

Even on the way back to Coruscant— He kept glancing back to peek towards the back of his ship, just to check whether he was only making it up. And every time, his gaze meets your hollowed eyes.

This... rivalry between the two of you— started along the war. The valiant General, and you, the most prized assassin. You'd always slip out of his grasp— made him assume that he always won, that arrogant bastard.

Now, he has captured you.

And you wished you could wipe that expression of pride painted in his face. It was the bitter reminder of your doom.

You've done everything to keep your fire going.

Be smarter. Be more cunning. Offer yourself at the feet of a Master you didn't even entirely believe in. Give more, more, more...

And because you have been so fueled, you have somehow allowed it to burn you too— leaving nothing but ashes of what little of you remains.

Your eyes landed on your reflection. Warped, unrecognizable, full of dread. The shackles around your wrist glint— they were designed to restrain you from accessing the force. A measure Skywalker ensured. You thought, at least he thinks you still have a fight left in you.

Without the force, you felt your compartmentalized traumas resurface. And you feel yourself sinking into depths you can't reach.

It all seemed like a cruel ending.

Maybe— at this point, you thought, you deserved it too.

"Alright Snips, You head on to the temple, I'll have to attend to some things first" You heard Skywalker tell his padawan.

"Are you sure you don't need my help, Master?"

You peeked through the opening of the back window, the ship landed in Coruscant.

"Nothing I can't handle"

You could almost make out that stupid grin on the Jedi.

Cocky bastard.

The divider opens, and you decided you were too tired to be annoyed. You didn't try to fight when Skywalker's hand clasps on your arm, leading you out.

You step down to the hangar. Your thoughts kept pouring in a wretched excess.

Let it all end.

There must be some mercy left for you—

Maker, make it easy.

Like falling asleep— not like this, a lifetime kept, left in the prisons of my own mind.

Your hands trembled— it felt so cold...

Coruscant had always been warm, you blinked, trying to see clearly through the fog in your mind. You concluded that the shock of it all was only settling now.

"You're late" Obi-Wan Kenobi stood along with five clone soldiers by the hangar.

"What could possibly be more urgent than my precious cargo?"

You glared at Skywalker. He huffed a laugh, tilting his chin to look down on you.

One...

Two...

Three...

If he thinks he can intimidate you with eye contact, then he really is deluded.

"I'll say— I was surprised by your news" Kenobi gets in between, "Hello, there"

You sigh, pressing your eyes close, not finding the energy to spite back. It'd be pointless anyway.

"Commander Cody will take the wraith back now, we must head on to the Temple" The older jedi instructs after noting your silence.

Skywalker's grip on you didn't loosen. Kenobi's eyes narrow to focus on his former padawan's hesitation.

"I was planning to take her myself" He declares, "Besides, she is good at escaping"

Kenobi's eyes remained on his old padawan. "Come along now, Anakin, we're required, and you're already late as it is"

You saw Anakin tried to challenge his master's command. Was he really convinced you'd go off running again?

His eyes land on yours, and you can't make out the expression on his face.

"Alright"

You felt the wind brush past the spot where Skywalker had let go of you. Maker— it was so cold, you kept your head low, trying to contain the way your lips were quivering.

A blaster shoots off— and you duck. Your eyes scan the direction where it came from.

Behind, beyond sight.

You hear Skywalker curse, then another goes off and three lightsabers ignite.

Your hand instinctively reaches for yours, but it was bound behind you and you're defenseless.

The clone soldiers swarm your vision.

"Any idea where that came from?" You heard Kenobi speak.

Ahsoka Tano points to the direction you were looking at. The sniper fires, the clone in front of you falls.

"Flank him to the right, Ahsoka cover the streets" The older jedi decisively commands.

"Don't keep your eyes off of her!" Anakin commands as he speeds past the clone in front of you.

The shots halted and all three jedi were running.

With all of them gone— An opportunity presents itself at your feet.

An escape.

'...I recall you seem to excel at' Skywalker's taunts slips in your mind.

There were only four clones left. Even without your saber, you can outmaneuver them— they share... a predictability.

You only need a distraction. Your gaze lands on the blaster the clone was holding.

You could set one off to fire— You focused on the trigger, centering your mind... just one distraction.

Fuck.

To your dismay, you realize you have forgotten that the cuffs in your hand are preventing you from wielding the force. So, at a loss of options, you headbutt the clone in front, then scrouching down aiming for the other clones' ankles. Two of them fall back, and you leap.

Your body paralyzes. You turn to find the fourth clone with a stun gun pointed at you and your vision gives up on you.

You jolt awake, heart thudding, beads of sweat forming on your forehead, and your mind fogging.

An escape, almost...

An ache accumulated from the base of your skull, you ran your fingertips over it— trying to soothe the tension and recalling the events that transpired.

Right.

You were knocked out by a stun.

You surveyed your surroundings, surprised your hands were free, but to your dismay find that force-restraining cuffs were still wrapped around your wrists.

The room was bleak. Four white walls, illuminated by a window that had been too high. A table and a chair towards the far end, a bedside table, and a bed where you were laying.

This isn't a prison, you thought suspiciously. You straightened your back, sprawling your legs out of the bed.

The last you remembered— the three jedi that have captured you have sprinted to follow a sniper. A sniper that took down one of the clones, missing you.

Missed. A sniper would not miss unless, unless you weren't the target.

Your mind has somehow considered that maybe that sniper was someone aiming to give you an allowance. An option to flee. You knew your master—old master has hired many bounty hunters before.

Perhaps he wanted you to escape...

You blinked— not wanting to think furthermore, because then, you'll hope. He has disposed of you, that remains the only truth that mattered.

From the window, you could tell it was still day. You started at the door— locked, as you anticipated. Then you searched the table, then the underside of the mattress, then finally, the bedside table. You didn't exactly know what you were looking for— any indicator, or any material to defend yourself with.

The person keeping you was thorough. They ensured that your cuffs were impossible to crack, they wanted to make you powerless. So, you kept the thin scrap of metal you found behind the table as a measure— it would not be a good weapon, but you can't entirely let go of your instinct to have something.

Better than having nothing at all.

You sat down the edge of the table in defeat. Perhaps you were in a den of the undergrounds of Coruscant— this cell was too secured to have been just a normal one.

With nothing else to occupy your mind, the earlier thought resurfaced. A rescue...

From ordering your death to wanting to free you.

Something is not adding up here. Besides, you knew your master's extensive moves and countermoves to interpret these events simply.

If he was indeed disposing of you, he'd have done it himself. You think he'd deem you to deserve at least a fight. But he didn't. He must've made you believe he betrayed you to put you exactly where he wanted you to be.

A shudder ran down your spine. Because at the moment, you really had believed he'd gone on to just cut you off. And you still felt bitter that if this was all according to his grand plan, he'd let you stay in the dark. He allowed you to think it was real. Did he not trust you enough?

Must be part of a large scheme... you concluded.

The sound of the door sliding open makes you rise to your feet. Anakin Skywalker steps in your cell.

Your eyes narrow at the revelation. Half-expecting a Republic Officer to be in charge of you.

There was a new sharpness emanating from him, cold, dangerous, even his eyes were dark.

You inch backward, slowly, aiming to get near that rod you found earlier without turning your back against him.

Skywalker doesn't speak and your shoulders tense. His glare burns your skin— it doesn't need sensing his force signature to feel his anger.

You didn't blink, bracing yourself, waiting, horrified that you were so defenseless.

"Obi-Wan's dead"

Your breath hitches— Kenobi? Taken down by a sniper? Has that been Dooku's plan along?

"You..." Your thoughts were halted by Skywalker's slurred voice.

"You did this" He accuses.

You try to swallow your fear but your throat closes. You have never seen Skywalker so— dismantled and you've no means to defend yourself when you'll inevitably be subjected to his rage.

"Skywalker" You step back once more. " I didn't do it"

"No... I knew when I caught you that you were up to something. You wouldn't just give yourself in. You... You killed him!" Skywalker's voice was booming with anger.

You didn't hesitate to scrouch down and grab the metal. Skywalker marches forward, your heart skips, what you're holding will not withstand a lightsaber.

You scramble backwards, Skywalker ignites his weapon, casting a light of your perceivable future.

"Listen, I didn't kill Kenobi, you were with me the entire time!" You tried to implore some logic onto the jedi.

Skywalker remains unconvinced. Then, the realization hits you, this wasn't a prison— not by the Republic. Anakin Skywalker was the one keeping you, convinced that you were the one to kill his master. If you somehow died here, no one would even know. He'd kept you here to bring justice he thought the Republic would not pass to you.

An eye for an eye.

Skywalker charges, you leap. You stumble backwards, making use of every space you could establish between you and his rage.

He presses forward once more and you block his lightsaber. The rod melted in contact, your eyes widened at his strength.

"Skywalker, I didn't kill Kenobi— the reason you even got a hold of me was because Dooku tried to kill me" You struggle to fight off the weight of his saber.

Then, he pauses, the weapon still dangerously close to your neck. You saw his eyes flicker. A hesitation.

You could use that.

"He betrayed me, left me for dead. I don't know who killed Kenobi, but it was not me"

You can't hide the hurt covering your words— for despite it all, your master has betrayed you.

Skywalker slowly brings his lightsaber down and you finally let go of the breath you didn't know you were holding.

You looked down, quickly brushing away the tears that indicated how truly scared you were.

You force yourself to look at the Jedi once more— half terrified that his anger would resurface.

He was blinded by rage— something you have never seen him display before.

"Dooku has abandoned you?" Skywalker's eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"Yes" You admitted.

Your jaws clenched. "I'm not in prison, aren't I?"

Anakin's eyes were on your hands, noticing the way it twitched. You balled it into fists behind you.

Skywalker's lightsaber foils back. "No you aren't"

A shudder runs down your spine. So he did intend to keep you here. Has the Jedi been involved with this? They'd never be so vindictive... Perhaps he was doing this entirely on his own. You can't decide which one is worse.

"I did not kill your master"

In this light— you could see that it wasn't a Jedi that wanted vengeance, he was a boy grieving for his master.

You'd forget how young he was sometimes. He was no older than two years compared to you.

"But I know Dooku would've wanted to. If it had been a sniper, then he'd hire a bounty hunter, he's done it before" You lead on.

"I can help you"

Skywalker's expression turns that of a mask, fiending his anger into a composed exterior "Why would you think I'd trust you?"

You stepped forward. "You don't have to"

You threaded carefully on what you knew; he wanted to avenge his master, you can capitalize on that. "You've taken me here because you thought Republic jurisdiction isn't enough to avenge your master"

Skywalker purses his lips, you wait for him to deny his intentions but instead gets met by his hardened gaze.

"You want justice. As I do, it seems we have a common enemy" You declared.

You were standing very close, you could make out the tissues covering the scar tracing his face.

"And what will you get out of this?" Skywalker considers.

A way back. Something whispers from within.

"My freedom. I want a pardon. When I kill Dooku, I don't want to be part of this war anymore"

Skywalker apprehends you, you wished you could have some access to the force to read him, but you could only wait...

"No" he shakes his head.

You fought the panic arising from deep within you. For a moment— you doubted yourself. The thought of having rot in Coruscant, and endless agony of being kept, slipping your mind. A moment.

He saw you

And you saw him see you.

"You can't expect me to believe you won't come running back to Dooku when you have the chance"

His words stung.

Right... that had been your intention, and when he says it like that, it feels foolish. You were like a dog going back to its master after he kicked it.

Even your assumption of a grand plan, of your master wanting to rescue you... was only an assumption. He still left you.

"You haven't been betrayed before" You looked down— your initial hope twisting into something ravenous, a thirst for revenge.

You felt Skywalker's eyes survey you. Like he had been calculating whether it was a risk he'd take. You could only hope his desire for revenge would suffice.

"Your freedom?" He speaks up after a while.

You thought it might have sounded futile— you didn't even consider wanting it until you've faced someone who can hand it to you.

You didn't know if there is a life for you outside the war. It seemed as though Anakin Skywalker was buying your excuse, so you'd have to hold on to that.

"I have nothing to go back to" You answered.

Skywalker nods. You saw the faint color of his eyes— you thought, he might try to conceal how he feels but his eyes will always reveal him.

"When all of this is done, no one can know" He names his terms. You nod.

His eyes lingered on yours— you didn't falter.

Outside of what you know of him; you've never really taken notice of how ambiguous his methods are in pursuing his interests. It's quite... appalling. His Jedi Council will never allow it, you wonder how much he has done that he kept from them.

After a while, he straightens his posture— like he was trying to erase the conflict you saw.

"I'll come tomorrow" He says before stepping to the door, disappearing from your sight.

Your mind raced on the things you have somehow agreed to.

In a cruel twist of fate, you have found yourself shaking hands with your enemy.

You have survived, but you have not been spared.

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|| Memphis to Fort Hood

Timeline alterations: Spring of 1958

Theme: THAT ASKED FOR BABY ANNOUNCEMENT, sorta

So, so many thanks to all my darlings who I throw my ideas at and they in turn bolster my resolve and refine my daydreams.

Warnings: good ole fashioned 50’s misogyny, Elvis being rather poorly represented? -for the reasons of this being written as critique?…nothing explicit but themes of free use, subspace, paranoia and eating disorders (which ends up being morning sickness so no really big deal there, just wanted to be careful.

A note on the style of this particular interlude: One of my obsessions with this universe has been using multiple points of view and narrative styles, ultimately adding to my own expansive delusion that this AU really was the verified version of his life. 🤓 And see, if it had been we would have magazines and newspapers, speciations and interviews galore, all of which I’ve enjoyed fabricating in the past and intend to continue. Now I’ve cooked up something else, a faux cultural study on what would have been the massively studied and criticized impact of a couple this peculiar and idolized -Mrs. Presley and Other Martyrs:

Strangely, if one looks for the first cracks in a marriage that outlasted five decades, nine children, assasination attempts, adultery, rock n’ roll and the most publicized divorce of its time, one might find that the first fissure had begun to open by the Presley’s third week anniversary. Outlasted, that’s the key. But that doesn’t mean there weren’t things to outlast. The old curse of stepping outside Graceland and finding trouble found them early on, as did their tenacity to simply ignore and surmount the witch’s brew of criticism, ego and exhaustion.

It took 38 hours by train to reach Fort Hood from Memphis Tennessee in the year 1958. Time enough for legends to be made. Dynamics to be established. A couple dozen demons to resurface.

And impressions to be formed. Lasting impressions of herself by the scrutinizing public that Elaine Presley reportedly never forgave Elvis for -a remarkable instance of a grudge in a woman so notoriously absolvent.

At the start of the journey she boarded the train at Memphis a sheltered girl tucked under the arm of the most famous man on earth, her own face captured without obstruction for the first time by the press, wedding band flashing and virginal blush staining her features at the attention and the queries hurled at her. The most envied woman in the country hadn’t known she was wanted a month before and by the time she stepped off in Texas, Mrs Presley was the doe eyed subject and demure recipient of a hundred varied opinions, editorials, fan tokens and bouquets.

What her rushed wedding may have slighted Elaine Presley of in terms of a bridal fuss, this dutiful journey made up for in sheer abundance of notoriety. What her sequestered honeymoon had sheltered her from in terms of being tabloid fodder was more than made up for on the trip as Elaine Presley got paraded on the train balcony at each stop along the route by her beaming groom:

A sauve cad in a uniform who beamed at the crowd with a cocky leer that suggested much in regards to his reserved bride and was in stark contrast to the sober and tear streaked boy he’d been when he came up this way to say goodbye to his mama weeks before. This little couple and their little rebellion of a marriage was manic in appearance and in gaiety, and even the most charitable of well-wishers found the occasion they were celebrating a bit forced, a bit dire, a bit off kilter for something as sanctified and sober as matrimony.

This was compounded by the new groom’s attitude which seemed as eager to display the varied trousseau he decked this almost catatonically pliant girl in -with a change nearly on the hour- as he was to introduce his new wife to his nation’s worth of fans that crowded the rails as they hustled south.

As Hedda Hopper unapologetically noted in her column that week “…it makes a person wonder if this sensational canary of an entertainer is too proud of having conquered a sensible girl child into being his wife to realize he just married himself off the market. America’s daydream is now a taken man and no one in the nation seems ready for that, least of all him.”

Married, to Elvis Presley, was perhaps more of a reality than Miss Hopper and her column gave him credit for, although the old spinster might’ve been aghast if she knew what marital duties the young star prioritized over others. The folks who caught sight of the flushed couple at each stop might’ve had a suspicion. Certainly Elvis’ ever present entourage of childhood friends and relations couldnt hope to be left in the dark.

Even if the close quarters on the route, the thin traincar doors and shared meals were not enlightening enough, Elvis Presley gloated too much in being a new husband to possibly retain any mystery. Love drunk and determined to stay so lest panic or grief overtake him, his friends recall his unreasonable amounts of excitement and generosity in detail regarding his “lil wife.”

-And his skills as a lover, of course.

Nothing had changed for Elvis from his time on the road with these naughty friends of his except that now all his famous drive and obsession was channeled towards one rather overwhelmed teenage girl. One who had, in typical 1950’s fashion, promised to obey his every whim. Turns out, trapped in a train car for over a day with an insomniatic sex addict uncovers an astounding amount of whims that their more placid honeymoon at Graceland had kept at a low simmer.

Whether tamed by the supposed influence of his mother’s ghostly presence at Graceland or whether in a fit of gentlemanly restraint for an untried bride, Elvis Presley had, by all accounts, played the gentleman while at home in those first weeks of marriage. While happy and smug -so much so that the story went that when the colonel appeared at Graceland to assure himself that the secret wedding hadn’t happened, one look at Elvis and the girl on his lap assured him it had both occurred and been consummated- he had nevertheless been considerate, gentle and almost tutoring in aiding Elaine to adjust to her new life.

Trapped in the claustrophobic buzz of the train car speeding south to a life of regimented discipline and obedience in the army, the antsy rebel in him found his boredom and dread peaked beyond endurance and distracted himself with the new and ever captivating charms of his new wife.

Elvis Presley with a goal could be a dedicated and diligent man but without one he was a chaotic force of nature that could catch all those around him in a whirlpool of fun or an avalanche of insanity. Pursuing Elaine Presley had brought out the best in him and so intently did he peruse her with every traditional method of wooing a typical southern girl, that she had quite forgotten the more frightening aspects of his temperament that she and her father had been witness to before. She could be forgiven for thinking he had matured past such outbursts and compulsions he had been thrall to in his early fame. Subdued by grief and spurred by ambition to have her, he had been impressively restrained upon his return to Memphis and driven by a rededication of his life to the old values of his mama’s ambitions for him, he had managed to continue it into the first days of marriage.

The upcoming reality of life within the rigorous confines of Fort Hood was too strong for such flimsy good intentions. As was the oppressive reality of his mother’s permanent absence in his life. His love, which had always been a somewhat smothering thing that required as much as it gave, was needy yet inexpressive in those early days and according to his daughter Ella, who divulged some of her mother’s confidences in her own book, Elaine was yet to learn how terrified her young husband was of a future that most would have envied.

Scared of being alone, yet suspicious that his presence was merely being tolerated, young husband Elvis Presley had every hope he could train a young girl by conjugal powers alone to be loyal to him where others failed. In a fit of hubris and optimism, he chose for this amorous experiment the one woman in town who admitted to not being in love with him. This fear and frustration expressed itself in an appalling physical demand on her bodily attentions. One that their fellow train car occupants could not ignore yet found themselves incapable of preventing, bound by the antiquated respect of a husband's rights.

“I swear he’d not leave her alone for a full hour,” Red West recalled in his book, reflecting on the times he spent in the Presley’s entourage, “and he’d be back there with her for hours at a time, then pop out and then right back again. If he couldn't sleep then he didn’t see why she should.”

Billy Smith, his cousin and a man adamant about staying on Mrs. Presley’s good side over the years, would only admit discreetly, “He was utterly in love with her, had been for years and couldn’t quite pace himself once he got the green light, so to speak. He adored her and was in a bit of a state of shock that she was even better than he’d hoped, she was like the first thing to exceed his high expectations. She was very genuinely kind to him and he ate it up. On the train ride he was bored and it was like taking a bored kid to their favorite sweet shop. And Elvis Presley had a big ole bank account to cash in.”

Big enough, apparently, that by lunch of that day the ever proper young Mrs Presley, in her perfectly starched new outfits and watery lined eyes, was having trouble sitting still at table, much to the comment of guests and friends. After excusing herself early she went back to their suite. Elvis was seen following within minutes. Thirty minutes later the train stopped and Elaine Presley, in a fresh outfit and an uncharacteristic wobble to her stride was paraded by her husband on the balcony to the roar of envious onlookers.

The train moved on, she excused herself again, as did he moments later.

“We could hear them, it became like road noise.” Red West, long used to Elvis’ various rendezvous while on the road in the past took this marital overindulgence in stride, “Initially it was kinda a laugh and a grin about it with all the folks in the dining car, but then we could hear her tiring out, and he’d keep at it and it got a bit annoying, all her pleading and him going on about bein’ able to do anything he pleased with her. He’d come out and brag to us when we told him they were being loud.”

“He was very proud of how sensitive she was,” Joe Esposito does not bother to sound impressed himself when relating this confidence, “he’d tell us how she was a squirter and she got all sensitive real fast before he was even close to done and he’d just have to hold her and make her let him finish, sometimes make her keep going when she swore she couldn’t. He said he was training her to respond the way he wanted. It didn’t occur to him maybe she was made different than the ones he’d been with before, he just thought he was a damn good husband. Figure she just wanted a nap and maybe some Vaseline. Nobody dared to tell him to give her a break.”

Ultimately Vernon Presley ventured to do just that at breakfast the next morning, after his daughter in law had skipped dinner the night before and breakfast that day from a ubiquitous headache that was likely not an ache in the head at all.

“He was so timid about it as Elvis was in a mood, worn out and hadn’t slept, stabbin’ his eggs like they’d done him wrong.” Lamar Fike remembers the incident, “Vernon just spoke up real gentle like and says ‘son, why don’t you go easy on the little lady, she’s real fresh and delicate,’ Elvis just glared at him so he tried jokin by sayin’ something like ‘you got the rest of your lives for this, don’t gotta cram it all in today.’ Elvis didn’t even try to act dumb, he just got mad and stood up from the table and said ‘daddy, you mind your own business, reckon I don’t need lessons for how to take care of a wife, not from you leastwise.’ And that was a low blow, you could see it on Vernon’s face and like I said, Elvis stood up, with his napkin still tucked in his shirt neck, and went back there to her again like he was makin’ love to spite his old man. Ya just don’t tell Elvis what to do with what’s his.”

Charlie Hodge wasn’t there and in an admirable display of keeping in his lane only commented that, “Elvis told me they danced a lotta the way, had the old records on, trying to keep the cramp away. He’d get antsy on trips.”

Marty Lacker had the decency to at least be sheepish and a little apologetic about the times when relating his version of events, “Just a different time back then, ya know? Didn’t occur to us to step in. We’d say a thing or two but ultimately that’s between a husband and wife to sort out and back then wives just didn’t fuss. It all worked out, they sorted it. Elaine never breathed a word of anything and we wouldn’t think of saying anything to her. Not even after the little emergency, you just don’t talk about that stuff. It’s not fitting. Even Elvis knew that, he didn’t appreciate the advice or adminitions from his daddy. Braggin’ between boys us one thing but talkin’ about what goes on between a man and his wife beyond that it’s, it’s just, it’s not fittin. It’s just not a thing to be discussed, you know? Different times, man.”

The little emergency in question was a case of Elvis bursting out of the train car an hour or so after lunch on the second day in search of his paternal grandmother, old Dodger as the family called her, full of consternation that his young bride was unresponsive.

“I really think he rode her silly, that’s all there was to it.” Joe shrugs at this bold diagnosis, “He’d brag about how out of it she’d get when he would start again after she thought he was done. Said she’d space right out and start shakin’ and shivering and get plain stupid. I think he liked that, makin’ a smart girl feel dumb. He’d dress her up and redo her makeup and take her out like that in front of fans, and they all got the impression she was a little bozo. Then I guess he just kept at it one time too long.”

Elvis told Dodger that his wife was not fully concious, although his heightened concern was less regarding her insensibility than the fact that neither a light smack to the cheek nor a resumption of activities on his part could rouse Elaine like it had on previous occasions. Vernon dunked her head in a bowl of ice water with no success, Billy tried to give her aspirins but she wasn’t awake to swallow them down.

Dodger prescribed a drink of water for the young girl, a cold compress to the nether regions and a nap -sans husband. Disgruntled but terrified of losing yet another woman in his life, and with his own cheek stinging from his grandmother's wrath, Elvis Presley secluded himself to playing cards with the boys in the smoking lounge for the remaining three hours of the train ride while his grandmother watched over his bride and her precariously suggestible headspace.

“ ‘I done told her again and again to hold it if she gets so excitable after she comes that she can’t stand to take me longer. But she’s a hair trigger, couple stokes and she’s off, keeps comin’ all the same then acts like I’m skinnin’ her when I keep goin. I gotta finish man, what else am I supposed to do?” Red recalls Elvis bemoaning his bride’s hyper responsiveness like a martyr recounting his sentence -while wearing his signature sulky expression that did nothing to hide the smug pride beneath.

By the time Elaine Presley wobbled off the train onto the platform at Killeen Texas and stiff smilingly took her seat beside Elvis in a taxi to their little crackerbox house on base, the world at large had a firm opinion that the new Mrs Presley was a pretty little thing with dark features and a rosebud mouth, a nice figure and sweet charm but possessing a vacant sorta look to her. It suggested a gullibility so utterly untrue to her real nature that three decades worth of wit and shrewdness could hardly undue their initial impression of her.

Elaine Presley would ultimately have her revenge for such a first impression but it would cost her much in the process and Elvis Presley even more.

The buzz of press did not decline upon her arrival. With Private Presley busy soldiering all day, it fell to his young wife to sort the intricate social circle of his entourage and fellow soldiers, to manage the fanmail and contracts as well as set up house as best she could in such impermanent lodgings. All these precarious duties were stalked and documented beyond all sense, photographs of her and her choice of groceries dutifully printed for readers across the country to guess at what she planned to feed their idol for dinner. If the sharp glint in her eyes, captured on occasion when the intrusion became absurd, hinted at something beyond the vacant and ravished doll of the train ride, no one was eager to investigate. A sharp set to the mouth or a dangerous glitter in the eye got one called a bitch and it was better to be vacuous as a woman than to be venomous. So Elaine was caught smiling with her vegetables and spending her afternoons baking beneath a Texas sun while chatting with snide fellow housewives.

It was the first bootcamp for a lifelong grueling ordeal that Elaine Presley submitted to with grace and tenacity.

If her wit and her marital irregularities were glossed over by the papers in their eagerness to find the noble idyll amongst the immoral muck of rock and roll, what did not go unnoticed was the increasingly wane aspect of what should have been a rosy and glowing young wife. Shortly after arriving in Texas, Elaine’s already strained nerves seemed to have frazzled beyond small fits of fainting and what was once a private display of weariness kept between her and the implacable Dodger. Soon it became bouts of vomiting and exhaustion beyond any reasonable excuse.

The public noticed her figure grow slight and frail, as did Elvis. No longer was she slight but sickly instead, and a milky complexion was now waxy and unbecoming in contrast to her dark hair. The public were concerned for her, not for her health so much as for the future of the readership should her picturesque ordeals unravel further.

Battling his own preoccupation and exhaustion in the hard crucible of army bootcamp, Elvis’ one solace was the charming little haven he had created for himself with a wife and domesticity shipped in like so many plates and doilies. When this fairytale grew pale and bony and even the most cheerful of liars couldn’t convince him his “Tinkerbell” was fine, Elvis Presley grew increasingly paranoid of something fatal having cursed the women in his life. Frustrated at Elaine for allowing herself to grow so weak, his friends recall his behavior towards her vasciaiting from aching tenderness to angry remonstrances at her to eat and to rest and take care of herself. He even paced his own indulgences and begged her not to bring him the usual treats she’d sneak into barracks during the heat of afternoon. He pampered and berated, prayed and cursed.

None of these precautions were sufficient to build her up and alarmed beyond any reassurance, Elvis Presley packed his young bride into a car in the early summer of their first marriage and, having a five hour furlough from the army, drove her himself into the nearby hospital. The statement tossed to the press waiting outside was mild sinus congestion.

Twenty minutes later these two world wide famous young adults stumbled out in a daze of knowledge that they were about to be parents for the first time.

A severe case of twins -and the rigorous discipline of making them- having caused all the raucous.

No longer scared of abandonment, imminent loss or rebellion on his wife’s part, Elvis Presley softened considerably in the next months, the looming likelihood of a separation with his deployment softening him even further. It was the first case of children saving -and complicating- one of the most volatile and devoted couples of the 20th century.

By the first few weeks of the second trimester, Elaine Presley was both filled out enough and sufficiently cheery to regain the accolades lost to her by the press during her first. Finding few friends to be had amongst jealous soldiers' girlfriends and snooty Sargeant’s wives, as well as having been abandoned by most childhood companions after becoming mistress of Graceland, Elaine, never to be out maneuvered by bad luck, turned those publicized grocery store runs into social occasions, her growing belly eliciting advice and solicitations from wise old Texan grandma’s and rancher’s wives.

Accompanied by the stoically indomitable Dodger, Elaine could be found at geriatric swim classes at the local pool in a bid to stay cool during the heat of summer, at smoky poker games at Billy Bob’s honky tonk where she was the lone abstainer from the free flowing bourbon and became winner of a mechanical bull riding competition against a Navy Pilot.

It was a win for the infantry that night and even Elvis drank a cold one in celebration of her winnings that she spent on quenching the Hell on Wheels squadron at the adjacent saloon. Those Sargeant’s wives got somehow even more acrid after that.

Whether there was a correlation between this heated ride-off and said Navy Pilot’s face ending up black and blue the next day from some jealous young husband’s fist, was anyone's conjecture. Either way, Elvis Presley was likely too busy for such petty displays of insecurity, he was hiding in the lavatory most times to get away from his recently energized and insatiable young wife whose visits to Fort Hood soon became a byword and euphemism for something else besides visitation.

Altogether the Presley’s in Texas was an eclectic and occasionally damaging PR debut, but not without its merits.

The nation decided the new Mrs. Presley may have been a little short in the smarts department but she made pregnancy look fun again and that was rather charming and not a little rebellious, as was unapologetically marrying Elvis Presley right from under their noses. And Elvis? Well, it would be two long years before the world got any candid, civilian, unrepentant opinion out of Private Presley.

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#polls #reblogs encouraged and appreaciated. i need people to vote on this thing #στο παρά πέντε #στο παρα πεντε #sto para pente #obs when i say people who have not watched sto para pente i mean all my non greek mutuals and the one (1) greek mut who hasnt watched it #you know who u are #also some context that wouldnt fit in the poll but i think is important:#4 of the protags pretend to be gay in frongt of a cop to keep the 5th one from getting arrestedfor double homicide #and 1 of our main 5 comes out as ace right when they are all tied up in an abandoned storage unit #with a bomb thats about to go off and kill them all <3 #τα παραμιλητά της Αλεξάνδρας #Al's ramblings #all of these are plot points from the actual show except one (1) which i actually stole from a fic <33

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I feel like my Tumblr is just the place I go when I have things on my mind about characters and I want validation for said things so I post them here.

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OWEN MERCER READING GUIDE

Owen Mercer is the son of Digger Harkness (Captain Boomerang) and Meloni Thawne, having been conceived while Digger was trapped in the 30th century. Owen never got to learn Meloni was his mother, and it was never revealed how Owen was sent back to the 21st century.

Owen longed to meet his birth father, but when Digger was killed after a mission to assasinate Tim Drake's father Jack Drake, Owen took the mantle of Captain Boomerang, Jr.

Owen's time in comics was short, but eventful. He was a member of the Rogues, Suicide Squad, SSoSV and Outsiders; before he was killed in Blackest Night.

Owen Mercer is brothers with Bart Allen aka Impulse.

This list contains all the comics Owen had been in, in chronological order.

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Identity Crisis (2004) #3-6

The Flash #217, #219 (cameo)

The Flash (1987) Extra 1/2 (Takes place between #219 and #220)

The Flash (1987) #220-223, #225

Outsiders (2003) #32-38

Robin (1993) #152

Outsiders (2003) #39

Robin (1993) #153

Supergirl (2005) #9

Outsiders (2003) #40

Supergirl (2005) #10

Outsiders (2003) #41-42

Supergirl (2005) #11-12

Outsiders (2003) #43

Supergirl (2005) #13

Outsiders (2003) #44

Supergirl (2005) #14-15

Outsiders (2003) #46

Outsiders (2003) Annual 1

Supergirl (2005) #16

Checkmate (2006) #13

Outsiders (2003) #47

Checkmate (2006) #14

Supergirl (2005) #19

Outsiders (2003) #48

Checkmate (2006) #15

Outsiders (2003) #49-50

Outsiders: Five of a Kind - Nightwing/Boomerang (2007)

Suicide Squad (2007) #3 (cameo), #4-8

Manhunter (2004) #34 (cameos in #33, #35-36)

DC Universe Holiday Special (2009)

Blackest Night: The Flash (2009) #1-3

CAMEO APPEARANCES This is the list of comic book issues where Owen had cameo appearances. He had none to few lines in these issues and didn't have any impact on the events occured in them. They are also listed in chronological order.

52 (2006) #24, #33-34, #45

Countdown (2007) #39

All Flash (2007) In this one-shot, Owen captures Heat-Wave and Weather Wizard, two of the Rogues responsible for Bart's death.

Justice League of America (2006) #15, #17-18.

Robin (1993) #165 (Flashback only)

Catwoman (2002) #74

Salvation Run (2007) #2

Gotham Underground (2007) #1, #3, #6

Blackest Night (2009) #1

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michelleleewise · 1 year

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Long Live The King

Pairing: King Jotun Loki x asgardian f! Reader

Warnings: angst, ostara being a whole warning, conspiracies, spells, mind control, minor violence, rough kissing, threats, mentions of past trauma, loki needs a hug

Summary: Alrik gives you a glimpse into Loki's past, when things suddenly take a turn......

A/n- a special thank you to the lovely @mochie85, @vbecker10 and @lokisgoodgirl for letting me brainstorm and toss ideas back and forth. You are all so amazing and I adore you!!!!! 💚💚💚

Part Five--Part Six-

"Norns above that woman is insufferable!" You heard Loki yell, turning your head seeing him stride in the room, Alrik a close second behind him "when does the delegation return to Vanahiem?" He asked flopping down into his chair "I believe five days my king." Alrik said glancing over at you "that is five days too long, I shall see if we can hasten negotiations." Loki said rubbing his temples "if anyone can my king it is you." Alrik said bowing "flattery will get you nowhere....Alrik." loki said, a softness lingering in his voice making you furrow your eyebrows "apologies...my king." Alrik said, his face turning a light shade of purple. Have they...your mind wandered when Loki's voice snapped you out if it.

"Ah asgardian....I'm glad your awake." Loki said straightening his back "have you considered my proposal?" He asked leaning forward. You sat up, stretching your back "I have." You said straightening your legs out in front of you "well...what say you?" Loki snapped, making you smile "I will concede and tell you what I know." You said seeing Loki smile "if....you remove this." You said grabbing the collar. Hearing Alrik clear his throat you were sure he was hiding a laugh when your eyes met Loki's seeing his smile fade "absolutely not!" He said suddenly standing. "You seriously expect me to allow my would be assasin to roam free?" Loki asked crossing his arms "so you can kill me....run away?" He asked glaring.

"Well, you know odin allfather banished me from the realm eternal. if I killed you I would have no way off this realm, and would either be killed by your guards or freeze to death before I made it very far." You said matter of factly "She does have a point." Alrik said when Loki's eyes shot to his "apologies my king." He said bowing when Loki's gaze returned to you. "You will still be confined to my chambers, you will not be allowed to roam freely." He said stepping towards you "I understand." You said nodding "Alrik will still guard you...you will not be left unattended." He said sternly "do we have an agreement?" You asked holding your hand out to him.

He stared at your hand as though it were a snake that may bite him before slowly reaching out, his hand grasping yours, the cold of his skin meeting yours making you shiver "we have an agreement." He said shaking your hand "Alrik, would you remove her chains?" Loki asked walking to his desk, gathering your belongings before walking into his bedroom. "A force indeed." Alrik whispered leaning down removing the collar from around your neck making you sigh. You tilted your head, rubbing the skin under the collar when Loki returned, closing the door behind him with a sharp click. "Alrik, bring us some wine, I have a feeling we will he here for some time." Loki said sitting back in his chair "yes my king." He said bowing before walking to the door slipping out.

"Ok, I must know....you and Alrik..." you said waving your arm "that is not your concern asgardian." Loki snapped crossing one leg over the other "there is no need to be short, I was only curious." You said slowly standing up "Well curiosity can get you killed." He said watching you as you walked to the chaise across from him sitting down slowly hearing your back crack at the new position. "Whatever you say...your highness." You snarked stretching when the door opened and Alrik walked in carrying a bottle of wine and two glasses. You and Loki sat watching eachother as he walked over setting them on the table between you.

"You may leave us." Loki said waving his hand. You watched as Alrik bowed, saying "yes my king" before stepping back out into the hall. You watched as Loki leaned forward, uncorking the wine he filled the two glasses, taking his he sat back smiling "I have given you what you want, now give me what I want... Why were you sent here?" He asked swirling his glass. You leaned forward grabbing the other glass not taking your eyes off of him "I'll make you a deal, I tell you something, and you tell me something." You smiled sipping you're wine. "We already have a deal, cease this stalling!" Loki snapped making you jump "my memory is a bit hazy..." you trailed off looking around. "I will put you back in chains...asgardian." He hissed "well then you'll never find the answers you seek" You said, sitting back basking in the small amount of power you now had hearing him sigh "very well, ask your question." He said crossing his arms. You leaned forward, unable to stop the smile spreading across your face, now things were going to get interesting.

Over the next couple of days Loki kept his word, the collar was not put back on you, but you were still confined to his rooms. He did begin allowing Alrik to come inside and sit with you at times when he brought you food, giving you the opportunity to get to know your guard a bit better. "Good Morning y/n." You heard, peeking out from under the furs you saw Alrik step inside with a tray of various fruits and meat quietly closing the door behind him. "Mmm morning." You grumbled, sitting up on the chaise that you had made your temporary bed. "How are things between you and the king?" He asked setting the tray down "you know how he is." You said stretching "I do indeed." He laughed crossing his arms.

You looked up at him, his broad chest was bare save for the fur draped over his shoulders, what you could only describe as a black leather kilt that you had seen the men of Midgard wear hung tightly against his slender waist. He was admittedly much taller then Loki but no less handsome, just in different ways. His blonde hair contained a hint of red accentuaing his crimson eyes, he was a bit bulkier in the arms and shoulders, his azure skin shone just as bright with similar ridges traveling across his skin just in a different pattern "Those lines, you all have them but they're all different." You said seeing him smile "yes, they are our heritage lines. The Kings are more intricate because he is of noble blood while ours show what family we belong to or what region we hail from." He explained taking a seat next to you.

"The King...Loki, why is he not the same size as the rest of you?" You asked seeing him look down fidgeting with his hands "I should not speak of it, he is...self conscious about it even if he won't admit it." He whispered making you nod. "Mm yes, he does seem quite...cold." you said picking a piece of fruit from the tray popping it in your mouth. "He was not always as he is now, but when you are the son of Laufey kindness is a luxury." Alrik said looking back up at you "I grew up with the king, we spent many a day traveling the realm, training together..." he trailed off sighing "do you love him?" You asked watching him close his eyes "I have always cared deeply for him, we were friends...occasionally more." He whispered "and then he met the one he fell in love with. She was small, as he is but she was fierce....a true warrior, much like yourself." He smiled looking into the fire "I could not have been happier for them, they were a match made in Valhalla." He continued.

"What happened to her?" You asked seeing him fidget with his hands again "when Laufey discovered their relationship he sent her to battle, made sure she was on the front lines claiming she was the best warrior we had." He trailed off looking to the floor "he received word of her untimely death a few days later, at the hands of Odin himself." Alrik said looking up at you "something changed in him...he became cold, unforgiving. The fire in his eyes diminished that day....until you came here." He said as you stared at him. "Wait...what are you..." you trailed off remembering how Loki behaved in the bathing chambers...the way he looked at you...touched you "you see, he..." he went quiet hearing Loki's door open.

"You two seem....cozy." loki snarked stepping out adjusting his dark green tunic "my king, are you ready for your breakfast?" Alrik asked standing quickly "yes, I'll take it here." Loki said sitting at his desk "yes my king" He said bowing before quickly leaving. You watched Loki pull out a few pieces of parchment and a quill, writing something as the silence thickened "he...He was only being nice." You said hearing Loki clear his throat "yes, im sure he was." He grumbled, keeping his attention on his desk "you know you don't have to be so mean Loki." You huffed hearing him slam his quill down "you will address me properly asgardian." He growled finally turning to you "I will when you do." You said glaring back at him.

He didn't take his eyes off of you, his chair scraping the floor as he stood. You tossed the furs aside getting up matching his stance "I will not tolerate your insolence." He said clenching his jaw "and I will not suffer your moods." You shot back seeing his eyes darken as he took a large step towards you, his hand reaching out, gasping feeling his cold fingers wrap around your throat. "do you wish to be punished? Maybe I should flog you in front of the entire kingdom." He said, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips as he pulled you to him pressing his chest to yours "how did you know I like it rough?" You snarked seeing his little smile drop, tilting his head down as he towered over you.

"you...are...insufferable." He growled tightening his grip on your neck "and you...are...infuriating." you snapped back puffing your chest out pressing it to his, one hand wrapping around his wrist the other gripping the front if his tunic as he lifted you onto your toes. You heard your heartbeat in yours ears as his deep crimson eyes bore into your soul, shooting down to your lips and back feeling his nose brush yours "go on, do i..." you were cut off by his lips pressing hard against yours, his teeth nipping your bottom lip biting down making you gasp. Parting your lips his tongue pressed in, his hand sliding up threading into your hair holding you to him as he deepened the kiss, your fingers dug into the front of his tunic moaning onto his mouth feeling his free hand wrap around your back pulling your hips flush with his, his arousal pressing into you as your back arched with the force of the kiss.

You moved your lips against his, biting down on his lip hearing him groan when a faint click sounded through the room, the kiss ending as quickly as it began as Loki stepped back releasing you making you stumble forward "apologies my king, I have your breakfast." You looked over seeing Alrik looking everywhere but where you and Loki stood "place it on my desk." Loki huffed, his chest heaving as he kept his eyes locked on you. "The vanahiem delegation awaits you in the throne room my king, should I tell them there has been a...delay?" He asked making your face heat up "no, I am headed there now." Loki said straightening his tunic walking to the door "keep an eye on her." He told Alrik before opening the door and leaving.

You sat on the chaise, running a hand through your hair trying to process what happened feeling Alriks eyes on you. "He kissed me!" You yelled looking over seeing him hold his hands up "it is not my place to say anything y/n." He said, a smile spreading across his face. "Don't look at me like that." You snapped leaning forward "like what?" He snarked walking over to you "like.....that!" You yelled seeing his smile grow larger as he sat down next to you "there is something I must say though." He said clearing his throat as you looked at him "I do hope you do not intend to lead him on." He said. You nodded smiling "I do not, but I do not know his intentions." You said looking down "Well it seems you two need to talk." He said. You hummed in agreement knowing you needed to, but also was not looking forward to it.

You spent the rest of the day in Loki's chambers, distracting yourself with one of the many books from Loki's bookshelf. You knew how to read jotun but admittedly you were a bit rusty. You closed the book, sighing as you laid back staring into the fire. You knew you had to speak to him about what happened this morning but the longer he was gone the more your anxiety rose. Did he regret it...he despises you, of course he does. Your mind continued to wander as your eyes grew heavy, the book sliding from your hand as you slowly drifted off.

You were awoken sometime later to the sound of something falling over. "Shit." You heard, making you sit up, now seeing the only light coming from the fireplace when a figure in the shadows caught your attention. "I cannot wait to end him." The person whispered again. Throwing the furs off you recognized that voice anywhere. "What are you doing here?" You asked loudly making the person freeze. "He has you in here now...he truly is pathetic." She sneered. Walking into the light you were met with the woman you knew as the princess. "I ask again, what are you doing here?" You snapped balling your fists. "Loki told me to come to his chambers this evening, not that it's any of your concern peasant." She snarled walking towards you.

You felt your face heat at her words...the kiss really did mean nothing to him...you thought seeing her smile "aww....did you believe you had won his favor?" She snarked circling you "you cannot make him feel as I do." She said walking towards his door "I think I should get Alrik and ask him." You said walking towards the other door when something dug into your hair yanking you back "you just can't mind your business can you?" She sneered, yanking hard pulling you to the floor making you cry out "I will ensure you will never see the light of day again." She said as her fist met your stomach knocking the wind out of you when you heard a sharp click "what is going on here?" You heard Loki snap as you gasped for air. "Oh my king, we leave for home tomorrow and I came to offer myself to you one last time but this...thing attacked me." She said kicking you in the side.

"Enough! Leave my chambers at once." He snapped at her as he began walking over to you when she grabbed his shoulder, turning him slightly her lips met his. Hearing him grunt before his body relaxed seeing a slight glow where there lips met when she suddenly pulled back. "There we are." She smiled. You looked to Loki seeing his eyes glazed over as he stood completely still "my love, I think it best we send her to the dungeons, she is dangerous." she said smiling down at you when Loki's eyes met yours, his stare vacant, his face expressionless "yes...the dungeons." He said walking towards the outer door "my king, is everything alright?" Alrik asked taking in the scene before him "take her to the dungeons at once." Loki said pointing at you.

"B..but my king, you have an agreement." Alrik said looking between you "are you questioning me?" Loki snapped, stepping up to him. "No my king, it's just..." Loki held up his hand cutting him off "take her to the dungeons or you will join her." He said as Alrik took a step back. "Y..yes my king." He said walking towards you, leaning down he helped you stand "and use the chains, I do not trust animals." Loki sneered walking back to the princess. You heard Alrik sigh, picking up the discarded collar he looked down at you, tears welling in your eyes as they met his "I am sorry." He whispered clicking it shut. "Get her out of my site." Loki snapped turning to the princess "shall me my love." He purred waving her towards the bed chambers "oh yes.." She said pulling him inside as Alrik walked you into the hall, closing the door behind him.

Silence loomed over you as Alrik guided you to the dungeons, back to the cell you previously inhabited. Coming to stop in front of the door he turned looking down at you. "Y/n, I don't..." he started when you held your hand up "j...Just open the door." You said refusing to look up at him. You felt a tear slip down your cheek as the heavy door slid open, revealing the large empty room. You walked to the corner, sitting down you curled your knees to your chest wrapping your arms around them laying your heard down "y/n, listen to me please, i.." he started when you lifted your head "no, just....leave me alone.....please." You said, your voice shaking as you laid your head back down. "I will get to the bottom of this, I swear." You heard him say as the door slowly closed, the lock clicking into place sealing your new reality. You looked up to the window, snow flakes flying in on the breeze before landing on the cold stoke floor. "Maybe I really will die here." You sighed laying down on your side hoping you would see tomorrow.

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scribble-dribble-writes · 7 months

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Ambition

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Pairing: Buggy x female mermaid reader

Word count: 2300

Warnings: none

Note: Got four or five chapter left for the Sea Circus captain to come to an end!

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You felt the soft texture of his hair as he rested his head on your chest, daybreak causing for faint light to seep into the room. You petted the top of his head as you played with his shimmering blue strands before you finally let your fingers rest by his ear to fiddle with his earring. While you brought your other hand out to see the ring. It sparkled with a greenish blue hue just like his eyes and you thought of all the days he had been carrying it, almost the entire duration of your relationship. His love for you was certain, even when you spent your time worrying if you would belong anywhere.

Now you did, as his fingers twitched against your skin with his arm draped across you, finally asleep after having never resting well. His hot breath running down to your abdomen, your thumb now slipping down to his jaw as you rubbed his stubble. How lucky, you thought, that what was once grueling yearning had now become secure company.

But peace never stayed with the restless, it was gone with the breeze as a soft knock resounded on your door. Your fingers froze above his cheek. Here in the confines of this wall, he was yours but if that door opened like Pandora’s box, it would cause an uproar. A scandal. The queen to be in the arms of a lover the people were not quite ready to accept. You laid still, Buggy nuzzling closer to you while you hoped whoever it was that was at the door had left, but a second knock resounded more impatiently than the first and the assasin from last night rushed into your mind.

Panic began to make you feel stuck where you were as you looked at the open doors, this now new uncontrollable burn that took over hands anytime you felt protective.

Assassin’s don’t use doors, you repeated to yourself as you shook Buggy for him to wake up. But instead he murmured incoherently asking for a few more minutes and that Kings don’t need to be up so early.

It made you smile but the knocks now grew more quicker as you heard shouts from the balcony below, the guards had found the body.

“Buggy, you need to get up and hide.”, you whispered urgently.

“No.”, he contested as he pulled you closer, his sturdy arms weighing you down as his lazy kisses under your jaw made it harded not to laugh and fight his clinginess. You held onto his forearms trying to create an opening for you to escape but it was pointless.

As you struggled, the doors burst open and in entered Helge, closely followed by a woman dressed in armour. Buggy didn’t care to wake up, he contined to rest as though he ran the place.

“How many times do I need to knock?”, Helge sounded annoyed.

“Till the doors open, you don’t just barge in.”, the woman yanked him back by his elbow till their noses were almost touching, both starring daggers at each other.

Helge inhaled sharply, before he moved away like a child who had been told off. He walked towards the bed when he froze in his tracks. His eyes taking in the scene of you caught in Buggy’s arms, the only saving grace being the blanket that wrapped you and the pirate captain together.

You placed your hand on Buggy’s exposed back, there was no point rewriting this story now.

“Oh umm.”, Helge swallowed as he turned away.

“This is why. This is why we give people their privacy in their own bedrooms.”, the lady spread out her arms as a means to convey her point to Helge.

“Gosh I really can’t stand your nagging presence today, Elenor.”, he mumbled.

“I’m nagging? You had to change your shirt thrice before you stepped out of your asylum and it's all still green by the way.”, she put forth her point.

“Green is the prestigious colour of my house.”, he argued.

“No it makes you look like you’re from the swamp, algae.”, she smirked and he gasped.

“Algae? How dare –

You fell back into your pillows, all this noise had woken up Buggy as he squinted his eyes against the light. Nothing unnerved Helge, not like this woman was able to. She rested her hands on her hips as she threw her head back in fits of laughter at Helge’s bickering, her reaction only making his reaction worser as his pale cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.

“Children, children, please stop arguing.”, Buggy intervened.

“I brought this on myself.”, Helge turned to you as he pointed at Buggy and the woman next to him.

“Your Highness, Captain, forgive me for the disturbance.”, Elenor bowed to you to which you set her at ease as your gaze travelled to the man who looked like he was taking comfort in everything green.

You pulled the edge of the blanket to cover your mouth in the hope that it would hide your smile and when you saw Eleanor, her eyes glimmered with laughter too.

“Nope. You can’t join them and laugh at me.”, he waved his hand but it only made it worse.

As Buggy giggled, Eleanor joined in and you couldn’t help yourself.

“The green tie with a green shirt and a green pant, does actually make you look funny.”, you stated.

“Alright, I admit. I’ve been stressed and when I’m stressed I don’t think straight and it results in bad fashion choices.”, he paced on the side of your bed before he threw himself to his knees to meet you eye to eye.

“You’ve got to help me, Céane. My life’s in danger.”, his gray eyes caught yours and you settled. You had not once witnessed him in such distress.

“What is it?”, you asked and Buggy propped his chin on the edge of your shoulder listening in.

“The Barracudons are after me.”, Helge said and you pursed your lips.

“I received a note this morning.”, he reached out to his coat pocket to retrieve a small white card and held it out to you.

You took it, the ivory card with the Barracudon crest embossed in the top. But when you saw the single sentence scribbled onto the paper. You inhaled deeply.

“Your life will be the only accepted payment for the lose of one of our sons.”, you read and it unsettled you. All the more because Helge looked excruciatingly helpless and innocent in all this.

“It’s written in blood.”, Buggy added as he took the card from you to inspect it.

“Why didn’t you tell me any of this?”, Eleanor asked but her gaze was only set on Helge.

“You were quite busy teasing and chiding me.”, he shrugged his shoulders.

“Besides would you have cared?”, he turned towards her, his voice sounding broken.

That was why he was distressed, the fear that no one would notice his absence if something were to go wrong.

But before you could reassure him, his guard stepped in. Her eyes losing the mischief and in it’s place was an anxious hidden desperation.

“I do care about you, Helge. I’m sworn to – she reached her hand to catch his but he folded his arms as he pinned her down with the anger that flashed across his face.

“protect me, you are sworn in by my mother to keep me in check.”, he gritted his teeth but it only broke her further before she resumed her composure.

“You’re right.”, she clasped her hands together and turned away towards the open window. The laughter and fun no longer present, now the silence was piercing. Helge looked at her as though he had made a mistake but instead he moved away to take a seat in the armchair to the corner.

“They remind me of us.”, Buggy whispered in your ear before he kissed your cheek.

“That's because you’re a hopeless romantic.”, you sighed as he tilted your chin to face him.

“Only for you.”, he said next, his lips inching towards yours.

When another knock was placed on the door, everyone in the room stilled.

"With every passing second this place frustrates me further.", Buggy sighed as he let you go.

“An urgent invitation, ma’am.”, one of your staff exclaimed from behind the door.

You began to move when Helge stood up, gesturing you to rest as he headed towards the door.

“Aww isn’t he sweet, making sure you don’t move away from me.”, Buggy spoke sweetly in a teasing manner as you shushed him.

It was difficult as is getting him to behave before, now it was impossible.

But Helge seemed to be arguing by the door instead of receiving the letter.

“She’s asleep. I will take it on her behalf.”, Helge stood his ground by the door blocking the view as your handmaid tried to look past him.

But she pushed past him and before she could get any closer, you shoved Buggy under the blanket as he exclaimed. You pulled the sheet up to your neck as you rested a cautionary hand over Buggy making sure he stayed still for a few seconds. You felt the curve of his nose bump into your waist, and the edge of his smile against your skin.

This was not going to be good.

Your handmaid rushed to you, a silver plate in her hand as it held a single invitation with a wax seal.

“I was instructed to give this to you as soon as possible. We weren’t sure if you knew about it, your Highness but it has already been circulated to the townsfolk and other houses.”, she said frantically.

You reached up to take the envelope as Buggy began to squirm next to you. His hands slipped down your thigh in an attempt to cause you to stumble. You instead caught his wandering hand as you kept up the pretense.

“Thank you.”, you told her before she could catch sight of the movement beneath the blanket but she bowed instead and turned to leave.

The doors were about to close and you were about to let Buggy out from beneath the covers when,

“Oh I had a hunch you might be here.”, Theodora’s voice boomed as your gaze drifted to Helge. He sat still like he had seen a ghost, as he visibly shut down the moment she entered.

“Where else would the young lovers be if not bask in the early hours of the last few days of being separated.”, she beamed and Helge sat up straight.

“Last few days?”, he questioned cautiously.

“Yes, haven’t you seen the invite yet? I was beyond thrilled, just when I began to worry if you had the courage to ask her.”, she moved towards her son while he held her in a scrutinizing gaze. She was up to something.

“The only sadness is I wished you would have told me first. No matter, the queen to be was kind enough to send me a letter to inform me.”, Theodora continued on while Helge looked at her in confusion, so did you. You had never written to her.

Taking in her son’s expression, she sighed.

“The engagement.”, she cocked her eyebrow.

The guard tensed, her eyes focused on Helge while you broke the seal to the envelope in your hand in an urgency. Pulling out the card that held the Nerroceane crest embossed in it was an exquisite invitation for your coronation and the celebration of your engagement to Helge.

Nothing made sense. Theodora gasped when she caught sight of the ring on your finger.

“How exquisite. I had offered Helge my engagement ring but the one he has chosen is, quite adequate.”, she sniffed as she patted her son’s cheek as though she was so proud of his work. Eleanor fell silent as she resumed her position next to Helge, while he looked awful. His eyes finding yours as the gears in both your heads churned. The Barracudon assassins were after you and him for this reason. You were soon to be the ruling couple from what the invitation said.

Theodora inhaled when she caught your eyes.

“I thought it would be best if the travelling circus found another island to inhabit after your coronation. Once you are queen, you will not have much need for entertainment.”, she held your gaze.

You felt Buggy shift next to you.

“And who are you to make such decisions on my behalf?”, you questioned.

Theodora flashed a calculated smile as she rested her hand on Helge’s shoulder.

“Well in a few days we’ll be family.”, she commented, it made you feel nauseous and trapped.

You grew silent and felt Buggy’s slow breathing as you wrapped your fingers around his.

“The clown is a distraction, the kingdom would need your undivided attention. And since I am the mother of the king, I will try my best to lessen your load by being on the council.”, she laughed and it all sounded fake.

There was only one ambitious person in the room and it was clear who it was.

“Well, thank you for your lovely intrusion. Now if you will give me the privacy to get ready for the day, I shall meet you all to discuss the arrangements.”, you spoke and felt Helge’s cold stare on you. He wanted to know what you were planning but you couldn’t risk anything now.

Theodora tipped her head in acknowledgement as she waited for her son. Helge got up and straightened his sleeve, his eyes catching yours before he relaxed once Eleanor stood by his side. With that, they left the room and once secure. Buggy pushed away the blankets as he inhaled a deep breathe.

“That bloody witch.”, he exclaimed as he pushed back his hair, his sea glass eyes now shattered in panic, she had managed to get under his skin.

You pulled away the sheets as you picked up his coat that was pushed under the side of your bed.

Theodora had never played with pirates before and now as you slung his coat over yourself and secured the belt around your waist, you wanted to make a lasting impression on her mind.

“What do you say to one final performance? You raid the kingdom, I secure the throne and then we settle with the loot?”, you asked as you turned to him.

He looked dazed, the rage simmering down as he took in the sight of you in his coat.

He stretched as he got out of the bed, pulling on his pants as he made his way to you, gathering his hair up in a low bun.

“You know I’m always at your disposal, your majesty.”, he smirked reaching for your hand that sported his ring to kiss your fingers.

Ambition always had one enemy, it could never prevail against a noble cause. Even though you and him were partners in crime, the story you were fighting for was noble enough.

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