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starshapedb0x · 10 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 ✧˚ · .

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: you go on vacation with your good friend Audrey, your other friend Arthur and your bestest of friends, Oscar. There’s things that can’t be left unsaid.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ (read at your own discretion), it’s very little though, fingering (f receiving), innocent kink, mostly fluff really. NOT PROOFREAD (do not hold it against me pls)

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Oscar Piastri x best friend!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2k+

𝐀/𝐍: I honestly forced myself to write this one so not at all the best, but enjoy some summer visuals 🪽

You look at your half-packed bag as you fold the last one of the bikinis. You stare up at your best friend, Audrey, she’s lied down on your bed scrolling through her phone. Her bags packed to go, they were resting in front of the door, you’d agreed she’d help you pack so you both could finally go on vacation after a long college semester plus the exams to complete in the end.

Being in Portugal to study was a new experience for you, you’d travelled out of your country before but staying a whole year away from your family and home was different. It was hard, of course, staying away from everything you know for too long is always hard; but you’ve made so many friends, visited so many places, grown so much in this place that it almost feels like home. And overall, college was going well for you. Of course you’d talked about it with all your friends, specifically your one and only Oscar Piastri.

You’d known each other since you were still in nappies, your mothers were best friends and they insisted on often seeing each other regardless of where they were. As a consequence, their kids became friends, staying with each other throughout every difficulty that eventually showed up such as the distance between each other. You’d always had a thing for him, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to tell him, partly because you knew he didn’t like you and partly because it was so hard to keep the friendship with the little time you were together, imagine a relationship.

As so, you convinced Audrey, Oscar and one of his friends to all go to Audrey’s house in Melides, she came from a Portuguese background, her roots were here, therefore she had family and houses, including the cosy beach house located in the south of the country. Five minutes away from the beach and with a considerably sized swimming pool, there was really nowhere else where you’d rather spend summer with your friends.

“Are you done packing? Their plane already landed we gotta hurry.” She asked, leisurely sitting up on your bed, turning off her phone and placing it next to her. “You’ll finally be able to see your beloved Oscar..” She grinned slyly at you.

“Don’t say it like that,” you replied timidly “I need you to help me close this bag.”

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And a few hours later, that so familiar smell of summer invaded your whole being. The wind hitting your face as you let your arm slide with it, back. The four of you in that car with all the windows open, You, Audrey, Oscar and Arthur. Having picked them up from the airport, Audrey was driving, being guided by her phone which loudly indicating the directions over the music you and Oscar had chosen, and being guided by Arthur who contradicted the phone and yelled both in English and French. You were sat right next to Audrey, almost fully outside the window, looking at your final destination; Oscar right behind you, eyes focused on the way your hair flowed with the wild wind and on the wide smile you kept painted on your face. Arthur behind Audrey who now told him with all her teeth to shut up.

As the car finally parked, you opened the door and ran outside to pick up your bags and finally settle in.

To be honest, the first day wasn’t that big. You guys had arrived late and all the guys wanted to do was rest after the long flight they had gone through to be here, so everyone just had dinner, something you all quickly whipped up from remainders, and headed to sleep.

The next day, everyone was packed and excited to get to the beach. You could already feel the sand in your feet and the sun hitting your skin, along with the salty water covering your body. It was a quick walk to the beach where you all went chatting.. specially you and Oscar. Both of you stayed behind and caught up with the few things you hadn’t through texting.

“You know, I’m pretty stoked to be here for summer break.” Oscar said promptly. “I missed you.”

“I’m stoked you’re here too! We haven’t seen each other in so long.” You looked at him. Oh god, that face you’ve liked for so long, the past year without him was torture. “I misse—“

You couldn’t finish your sentence, in a millisecond, Oscar had dropped his stuff and picked you up bridal style, running into the sea quickly. You screamed in surprise, your arms flying around his neck tightly. Soon both of you were fully clothed thrown into the sea, playfully hitting and throwing water at each other. Your white flowy dress sticking onto your body, revealing the tiny bikini you had underneath. At the sight, Oscar stopped for a second. There was no way he could keep his eyes off you the rest of the trip.

The day went as usual, everyone tanned a fair amount — except for Oscar who refused to let you put sunscreen on his back. Of course, his back is fully sunburnt, a shocking red painted on it.

“Oscar, please, let me put After-sun on it.” You insisted.

“Fine, okay.” He finally succumbed to your wishes, figuring it’d be the best option.

Both of you went to the bathroom, as Audrey and Arthur made dinner, you could only hope anything good would come out of it..

You held the bottle of After-Sun spreading a generous amount on your hand, warning it up before placing your hands on your best friend’s back.

“OW!” He winced, arching his back, flexing it. You pursed your lips and felt your face getting warmer.. you knew he had to work out more in F1 but. Wow.

“Come on, don’t be a baby.” You smiled and let out a quiet chuckle. Running your hands along his back to spread the product.

“I’m not a baby, you’re just a little rough.” He turned around, holding your wrists and looking down at you. You looked up at him. The way he towered over you, pressing his body closer to yours and leaning his face down. “Be gentler, yeah?”

You nodded, looking down at his dangerously close lips, then back into his eyes. His breathing hitting your face, your foreheads and noses pressing against each other, Oscar looks down at your lips and—

“Hey guys! Dinner is ready. Everything good in here?” Arthur had slammed the door open, and with the noise, both of you jumped away from each other. Your face went bright red while wiping your hands off the After-Sun to a nearby towel. Oscar scratched the back of his neck, looking around, face heating up.

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll be right there.” And so you did.

After that, you got frustrated. The next days, Oscar did not say a word to you. Well, you didn’t say anything to him either but — on your fourth day of beach together and he had no intention of talking to you about what happened in the bathroom? And this kept you awake at night. You were tossing and turning wondering if you had done something wrong. Should you have kissed him? Maybe he just doesn’t want to be with you. Whatever it was, he had to tell you himself.. even if it was hard to hear, you had to. Living off waiting had always gone wrong for you. You got up from your bed, in your sheer night gown, not bothering to get your slippers on even if the tile floor was cold. You walked out the door and went right into where you knew was the bedroom he was staying in. You looked at it a rethought your decision, but when your brain decided it was better not too, your heart was banging on that door with all the strength it had. In a matter of seconds it was open.

Oscar looked you up and down, and kept his head up to look into your face — your night gown didn’t leave much for the imagination. “Y/N..? Are you okay? Can you not sleep?”

“Why are you avoiding me? Do you not like me? Is it because of what happened in the bathroom? I’m so sorry; I didn’t mean to almost kiss you! I mean I wanted to but if you—“ His lips gently pressed against yours and his arm slid around your waist. You let yourself melt into his touch.

“I’m sorry. I’m in love with you.” He simply said, mouth pressing kisses along your cheek and jawline. Your eyes widened and you looked up at him, he looked really lovesick now that you stared at him properly. You kissed him yourself this time.

He pulled you in to himself and closed the door behind you. You were pushed against the door and his hands slid along your half revealed skin, pulling and tugging on the sheer fabric. His mouth in yours in a way you’d never experienced before. If you were honest, you had no idea what to do.. you tried to keep your arms around him while he made your body feel in places it had never felt before.

“Oscar..” You whined. You had no idea what you were begging for, but he knew. And you knew he knew.

“Y/N, Y/N.. wait hold on. I’m.. uh. We’ll talk tomorrow-“ He figured it was a little to early for all of this, he couldn’t just jump in as much as he wanted to.

“What? No. You made me wait so much.” You looked down, his hard-on visible through the pajama pants. “Is it because of this?” You slid your hand over, palming his full clothed dick.

He looked down at you, mouth open as if he was ready to moan at any given moment. And you looked up at him sweetly, like you had no idea what you were doing, innocent little you. “Y/N, don’t start something you can’t finish.”

He was right, you actually had no idea what to do. Your experience was based purely off the one time you watched porn. “I can finish it.” You said promptly, although not very confident of your skills. Oscar grabbed you by your waist, and you let yourself be guided by him. He pushed you onto his bed and looked down at you. You looked clueless and all he wanted to do was finally make you know how good he could be. How amazing he could make you feel. And wipe that innocence right out of you. He slid his own t-shirt off and slid his hands under your night gown.

“You look so pretty in this.. such an angel.” He whispered, his fingers swiftly reached your breasts where he cupped them and then flicked your nipples between his fingers. Your hand flew to your mouth as you looked down to what he was doing. The way his head lowered, and only so then you realized he was getting on his knees. You sat up, and Oscar leaned his head into the inner side of your thigh, sliding his fingers along the milky skin. Your hand flew straight to his wrist.

“Hm? Can’t finish it after all, princess?” He asked, he wasn’t gonna do anything you didn’t want him to but at this point why ask. You let go from his wrist, and his fingers got closer finally reaching where they were needed the most. He slid his fingers through your fold spreading the wetness you’d pooled right when started kissing you. “All this just for me?” Oscar looked up at you, but you look away, hand covering your mouth, eyes struggling to keep still. Shaking with anticipation, why was he making you wait so much. He clearly wanted to take his time.

His movements were slow and he only lightly grazed your entrance with his digits, your mind started wondering to all the things he could do from here, to all the things you wanted him to do from here.

#f1 one shot #f1 fanfic #f1 x you #formula 1 #f1 x reader #oscar piastri x you #op81 #oscar piastri #formula 1 x reader #formula one #f1 smut #f1 imagine #f1 fic

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fishsticksloser · 9 months

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If it's alright - And if it's not then i understand if you're going to delete this - to request about Rise! Future! Leonardo x Rabbit yokai!fem!Reader? (NSFW S3x), where Leonardo and reader get into roleplaying as cowboy Shierff and an outlaw female criminal. Leonardo is the dominating one while reader is the submit side.

And yes it would involve things like; ropes tying, rough S3x, Leonardo getting to cowboy accent (?)

/ 🐔 Anon reader /

If You Can't Be Good, Be Bad With Me

f!Leo x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut with a tiny plot, p in v, rough sex, light bondage (handcuffs), ear and tail pulling, spanking, slight Sir kink, Leo has a country accent, Leo calls you a good/bad girl (sue me...), rabbit yo'kai!reader, FAKE guns, swearing, enemies to lovers if you squint really really hard

A/N: I've spent like 2 months writing this because I was just sitting there looking at it and going "wtf do I do?" But here you are, so sorry for the wait. I actually threw out the first draft because I hated it so much... This is a little different than the prompt and I apologize, my brain couldn't do it. :/

"My, my, my... What have we here?" Leonardo's voice was deep, soothing, and with a faint drawl that spoke of Texas. His words were slow and measured, just before he'd bring the hammer down with that thunderous attention. Leo squinted at you, narrowing his gaze before slowly walking towards you. "You look like you're on the wrong side of the law there, doll." Leo stops in front of you, hands on his hips just above his holsters. "What're you doin' on this here land, Miss?"

"Doin' what I can to survive, sheriff." You answer, continuing to stuff your pockets and bag with whatever was in reach. You seemed completely unbothered that the sheriff was standing over and watching you. "Is that a crime?"

"Well yes, it is." Leo responds cooly, his stance loose and relaxed despite you obviously committing a crime. His hands hover over his holsters, his tone becomes more intimidating. "The punishment for those crimes tends to be less uh... agreeable. And yet... I could be lenient with you." Leo's face softens as he looks down at the small, humanoid rabbit. He kneels down to get a better look. "And what exactly is in your pockets, little one? Come now, let's have a look."

You open your bag and empty your pockets. Its not like you were stealing much of anything really. Some bread and not so valuable things like knick knacks and trinkets. Nothing that's really worth anything.

"No guns?" He mutters, eyeing you up and down with a sly, teasing smirk. "That makes things so much sweeter." Leo's eyes twinkle in the sunlight as he stand up. His gaze seems to study every little crevice in your face, taking note of your expressions, trying to figure out everything about you. "You're not from these parts, are ya, darlin'? What's your pretty face doin' so far down south?"

"Got kicked outta town for not marryin' my suitor. Left with nothin'." You repond, repacking your bag and pockets. "Train only took me this far..."

"Not bein' married? Why, now that's a crime against the holy union of man and woman, darlin', 'specially out here." Leo shakes his head placing a hand on his face, feigning disgust. His other hand still rests on his holster. "Can't just leave you out here in this hot dust storm." Leo's eyes flicker up to your face and he grins widely.

"I've got nowhere to go." You say, pleading. "Please just let me go, I'll... I'll go find a place to settle down and be law abiding."

"Well, I'm afraid I can't let that happen, darlin'," Leo responds, his tone slowly becoming slightly more forceful. "The folks 'round these parts say you've done some unsavory and illegal things. I can't just let a law-breaker roam free like that." Leo seems to enjoy your pleas, leaning in more. He leans his body close to yours, whispering close to your ear. "Unless you want to do something for me..."

"And what would that be, sir?" You ask quietly, a shiver running down your spine as his breath fans over your ear. Leo grins as he leans in, his lips inches from your ear.

"You could do all sorts of things for me. It's such a shame for a pretty little thing like you to be caught for crimes you definitely didn't do. But, I'm feeling generous today, and, as the local lawman, I can definitely overlook your sins, darlin'." The corner of his lips curl into a smug grin. "All for a few private favors from you."

"You catch my drift?" He asks, his voice talking on a more predatory tone as his fingers graze down your waist and back. His hot breath caresses down the back of your neck, his eyes burning into your form before glancing back at your own. "Such a delicate, pretty thing..."

"Yes, sir. I understand." You mutter, your ears standing tall and twitching slightly.

"Good girl." He whispers as he leans in close. "And you know if you do well, maybe I could be generous and let you off of that punishment." Leo's voice comes out low and smooth, almost sultry as he leans back just enough to let his fingers stroke along the side of your face. "All you have to do is play nice, understand?"

"Yes, sir." You nod firmly, his eyes seem to study you once more. His fingers slide down and grasp your chin, gently tilting your face upwards as his other hand reaches for your waist.

"Good girl." He says, his eyes burn like hot coals as he bring your face inches from his. "And you know, when I get back to town, I have to write a report. And if I see my girl following through with our little arrangement, I'll make sure they know what a good girl you've been. If you're a good girl. Got it, darlin'?"

Who knew you'd end up here?

"Yes, sir."

"Mm... That's a good girl." Leo whisper as he closes the last few inches between you and him, pushing his lips against yours in a quick but firm kiss. He pulls back slowly before speaking. "You don't mind if I let these hands wander now, do you, darlin'?"

"No, sir." You mumble as he kisses you again, eyes fluttering closed and your hands move to cup the back of his head. Leo grins as he continues to kiss you, his body slightly tilting to get a better grip on you. HIs right hand wraps around your waist and pulls you closer as his left searches through his pocket for something. He fumbles around for a bit more before pulling out a pair of handcuffs.

"Oh, and I almost forgot. Can't be letting my pretty, lawbreaker darlin' roam free... 'specially after getting caught." He chuckles and beings to fasten your arms behind your back with the cuffs. You don't protest, letting him fit the cuffs on your wrist comfortably. "Good girl. Now, I have just the punishment in mind." He says with a smirk, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer. His other hand grips your chin as he kisses your neck softly. "Maybe I could show you what being a good girl for me would get you, darlin'. If you play your cards just right, I might be feeling generous with another reward."

You let out a small whine, basically having no other option and really not in the mood to say no. You give him a small nod and tilt your head to the side to give him better access. His lips meet your neck again, travelling upwards to finally find those sweet, soft lips of yours.

"That's an obedient girl... You know, you're lucky I like good girls. I mean, you could be in big trouble if you had been a bad girl." He whispers, his hands massaging your hips, slowly sliding them upwards. Leo decides that his lips are not the only way of satisfying the desires, sliding his hand under your dress, his fingers running over that soft, silky skin. His eyes are burning with hunger, the heat of the desert finally getting to him. The heat of his breath blowing across your body, breath mingling, your lips coming together in a hungry kiss.

꒦꒷⚔️꒷꒦

Everything's a blur, but you find yourself in the sheriff's station. Leonardo laughs a little at all that nonsense before pulling your head up enough for another kiss. He holds you by the ears, he smacks his hand harder on your ass with your tail twitching with every hit. Your dress bunched up around your waist as you bend over his desk, your legs spread wide apart, offering yourself to him completely.

The desk creaks under both of you, his lips on your neck as he rocks into you, your bodies meeting with a wet slapping sound. You're open for him. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure through you, your mouth left hanging open, moans echoing throughout the room.

"Oh yeah, take that, darlin'!" He whispers, his voice thick with a low purr as he grabs on to your hips. "You're my good girl." He moves down to your ear, his lips nuzzling against it.

You moan, standing in your toes so he hits a better angle. You moan loudly as he hits that soft spot inside you. Your legs shake and you ball my fists in the part of your dress you could reach, you arms still cuffed. You feel his hand connect with your ass with a loud smack and you squeak, jolting at the sting. "Good girl," he breathes, his voice low and husky as he rocks into you harder, going a little faster. He bites on the side of your neck before whispering to you ear. "Such a good girl, darlin'.. you'll get it good.." He lets off a low hum to match the pace of his thrusts.

He brings his free hand down to your tail before giving it a light tug, laughing as you squirm and whine. "Aww, such a good, sweet thing," he sighs, his tone low and husky before biting on your neck again. "I love the way you take it so well, darlin'.. you're so good for me, such a sweet darlin'," he whispers to you, pulling you closer so he can kiss the side of your face.

He spanks you hard one final time before moving his hands over to tug on your ears, holding them tightly in his fists as he goes even harder and faster, his hips bucking aggressively to meet your thighs. "Such a good girl!" He whispers, his voice turning low and throaty as his eyes bore into yours. "Take it all, darlin'.. such a good girl!"

"C-Close, sir!" You whimper, tears falling down your cheeks. He tilts your head up to look at him, but makes sure to keep your body against the desk for him. It puts you into an uncomfortable arch.

Leonardo moans loudly, his expression turning more feral with every thrust as he rocks into you. His hips moving as forcefully as he could, he pushes harder and harder like he was trying to drive you through the desk, his free hand still holding onto your ears. Finally, his climax is about to peak and he lets out an, "Ahhhh… such a good girl, darlin'.."

At your releases, Leo lets out a groan and lets his thrusts die down a bit, pressing against your back with his chest as he slowly rocks into you. His face is buried deep into your neck, "Shhh... be a good girl.. be my good girl for me," he whispers to you, his voice low and husky. His free hand is playing with your tail, rubbing it up and down before giving it another tug for good measure and he slowly pulls out. "Such a good girl..." He murmurs, letting go of your ears and giving you a light tap on your ass.

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mingsolo · 6 months

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yeosang x reader (f) / g: crime au, arranged marriage, angst, smut / wc: 6.5k / warnings: guns, blood mentions, descriptions of violence, minor character death, general 'mafia' and crime references, language, sexual content / r: 18+

another fic for another now defunct collab that i decided to write anyways! ps. sorry for the banner, i had a free editor and a dream :')

It's a beautiful Saturday.

The bushes and trees glow with that yellowish green shade proper to late summer. The sun is warm and it makes everything shine with a golden hue. You glance quickly towards your mother, she really knows how to choose the right date for the right parties.

As you bring your champagne glass closer to your lips, not sipping on it yet, the sight of the handsome man coming down the patio stairs behind your mom grabs your attention. He’s greeting and smiling warmly to everyone who gets closer to congratulate him.

Kang Yeosang, son of your father’s biggest and longest associate; soon to be one, if not— the most influential name of crime in South Korea.

And now, your husband.

“You can’t deny he knows how to look happy,” the voice of your younger brother interrupts your thoughts as he slides beside you, taking a champagne glass for himself from the waiter's tray as they pass by. “But you still think he is too...” Chan makes a pause reflecting on his words, “Soft?.”

You remain silent, your upper lip still slightly pressed into your glass. Your eyes don't leave your husband for a moment. Now he’s talking amusedly with your, barely older than you — stepmother, smiling and petting the two pomeranians she refused to leave at home for the wedding. He carries them like babies, smiles at them as your father’s wife shamelessly strokes his shoulder and smiles widely at the act. He puts the little dogs back in the ground and the furry things sprint around his feet as if he was their owner. He laughs heartily at the cute scene and it can be heard through the whole party. His laugh was low but gentle, warm and contagious.

“He does seem, maybe too nice...” Chan adds, before getting distracted by the giggles of his new girlfriend coming from a few feet away. “Shit.” He says and sprints away to her. You glance over the scene, the barely overage girl drunk as a skunk hovering over one of your cousins. You chuckle as Chan disappears into the main house draggin the girl away from your cousin. Immediately your eyes go back to Yeosang.

The more you stare at him the more he seems a stranger to the life you were used to living. He acts and looks softer and purer than every man in the room. You can hardly believe he has seen the surface of what this kind of life has to offer. But again, his father was one of the most ruthless men of the country, it was equally hard to believe he hadn't.

Barely a month ago, when your father gave you the ultimatum to marry someone powerful in the city, you had thought of Jeong Yunho first. Yunho, son of the chief of security of the capital, and an agent of the government himself. Both of them are corrupted and dirty even more than your own family, and half the “criminals” they swore to catch everyday.

Yunho was also your classmate back at law school, your party sidekick and your tennis partner, one with an incredible hit. You both had a long relationship of business and pleasure. Sadly, he was already engaged to the Governor's god-daughter. Everyone knew your family and he had a long history of running dirty business under the table, but marrying? That would be too much for Yunho’s bosses at the government to turn a blind eye to.

So after a short thought, all cards fall back into the Kang family, the only family beside yours with enough influence and power in Seoul. When you were told the son of Boss Kang was back in Korea after spending most of his twenties overseas, you had no chance but to accept he was the one.

It was a little troublesome, not knowing what to expect from him. But you would find out soon enough, or so you thought.

You didn’t meet Yeosang until a week before the wedding, at a rushed dinner arranged by both families.

The first time you laid eyes on him, all you could see was sincerity. He was polite, bright, witty and surprisingly fun. He had deep brown eyes and fine lips. On the left side of his face, he spotted a rather big beauty mark of peculiar shape. Beauty marks of that kind are usually unwanted and something to keep hidden, worse than scars, but the ones on his face framed it gracefully, like a fine accessory.

On him, there was none of the somber demeanor the people who have seen it all in this lifestyle usually had. At one moment he turned to you and smiled, understanding you might be cautious around him, and that confused you. You weren’t used to having emphatic men around you.

“Here’s to an union that brings out the best for both our families.” He had said with a toast, and for a moment when he smiled softly at you, it seemed like the life you were about to have by his side was a normal, risk free kind of one.

That was the first time you saw your now husband. This day, the wedding, was the second.

“Lovely wedding,” a soft voice came from behind you. You recognized it instantly, looking over your shoulder to see the tall frame of Yunho getting closer. “You look so beautiful as a bride”. He raised his glass and both made a silent toast, still looking ahead to the patio. “I heard you are going to Greece for your honeymoon?.” he pouted slightly. “Very romantic.”

“Now, who told you that?.” your eyes roll at him. You took the chance to glance at the expensive tuxedo he was wearing and how it looked maybe too good on him. It was really a shame you weren’t marrying Yunho instead, that trip to Greece probably wouldn’t have to go to waste.

“Chan did, but you knew that.” He smiled.

You glanced at your brother, who was now dragging his girlfriend back to the party, saying a few curses to your cousin as they passed by him. “Didn’t see you at the ceremony.” you turned to Yunho, who was shamelessly eyeing your cleavage.

“Oh I just came to the party,” He licks his bottom lip “I couldn’t bear seeing you swore true love to another man, tears are not a good look on me.”

You scoffed. “Doubt so.”

He smiled, biting his bottom lip. “So, have you had time to get to know more about him?.”

The sudden question made you arch your eyebrows. “Well, he is Kang Yeosang, soon leader of the entire Kang clan, owner of half of the dirty business in South Korea, what am I missing?.”

“I guess there’s nothing else worth knowing?.”

You look back at your now husband, pursing your lips when you find him staring directly at you. He was a few feet away but you could feel his eyes on yours, it was just a second but it sent shivers down your spine. He then immediately turned his attention to his father beside him.

“You alright?.” Yunho asks, raising his voice lightly as you zoned out for a moment.

You shook your head, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“When are you coming back from Greece?.” Yunho knows better than to try to push an answer out of you.

“Uh, we both need to get back quickly, so a week or so.”

Yunho hummed. “Will you call me when you get back?.” He said sipping on his drink without taking his eyes from you. You shook the sensation from before and chuckled. Men were really like kids. “Please?.” he added with a pout.

“You got balls huh? You really don’t care, I'm married to a Kang now?.”

Yunho turned to see Yeosang, now leaning attentively, as his father spoke to him closely. “Not really, should I?.”

“No, I don’t think so.” you turned to your husband again, not really believing he was entirely harmless. His kind laugh resonated again. Comforting, contagious, and you smiled.

That same night you and your husband flew to Greece. You got there together, to the mansion owned by Yeosang’s father, a house big enough to fit a couple of families without a chance for them to cross paths for a few days.

Yeosang gave you a brief tour of the mansion and said that every person there was your disposition for everything you needed. The only rule was not to get out to the city alone. He had business to attend to, of course, so after showing you around he left you and told you he would be back late that night.

He never did. So you spent the night getting familiar with the place, didn’t even bother to unpack except for your bathing suit and some toiletries as you knew you would spend all the time at the pool or sunbathing at the private beach, with your body guards close by all the time.

You got mad at first, as you too had matters to attend back home and decided to put them on pause for the trip. If he had stayed at least you could get to know him better, get an idea of who he was as a person, but he didn't show up for the next two days.

You planned to return back to Seoul alone on a tantrum, but decided to just stay and enjoy the comfort of the mansion and the sea. Whatever the case, you needed a week of relaxation before going back to normal business. Yeosang or not, you knew people in the city and you could go out to the club or something. You had an arsenal of armed bodyguards to feel safe despite what Yeosang had warned you about.

On top of that, the thought of calling Yunho once you were back home ringed in the back of your head, so the wait was worth enduring.

By the end of the week, after daily sunbathing and catching up with a few books, you decided it was time to have at least a night of real fun. You called a couple of friends, letting them know you were in the city and were in need for a night out.

The night finally came, only a few minutes past nine. Your shiniest and shortest dress is waiting for you lying on the bed. Right now in just your silk nightgown you were finishing with your makeup, when a sudden loud blast made you roll the tip of the lip gloss applicator over your cheek. Reflexes abruptly make you take out your revolver from the nightstand, walking slowly to the door paying attention to any noise.

You glance outside through the glass windows, the garden lights illuminating the roundabout at the entrance of the mansion. There you spot the men guarding the entrance getting in an alert position, running towards the door.

A couple of loud blasts more and you see two of them dropping on the ground. Quickly you turn the lights off and hide in the back of the room, the moonlight giving you enough vision to see if someone gets inside, your gun closer to your face pointing ahead.

Alerted, you hear steps getting closer. “Mrs. Kang, are you hurt?!”. A voice you couldn’t recognize shouted. Yeosang’s men were still pretty unfamiliar to you and this was definitely not one of your guards.

You cautiously got closer to the door, gun still ready to shoot. “I’m fine.” you said. The handle of the door twisted as the man outside tried to get it open. “Tell me what is happening.”

“Someone tried to get into the house, they are probably looking for you or the boss, they got the ones at the entrance.”

You recalled one of your guards dropping on the ground a few moments back at the roundabout, and you sighed. “How many inside?.”

“A lot ma'am, we need to move quickly, please come out.” you could sense the man’s hurried tone on his voice.

“Where is my husband?.”

The man got silent for a moment before shouting. “He’s on his way, but right now we need to take you to a safer place, they are probably after you as well.”

Suddenly your cell phone began vibrating, it was over your bed, so you went to pick it up quickly. It was Yeosang calling.

“Mrs. Kang?!” the man shouted.

You tapped to answer the call. “Don’t open the door. I’m close.” your husband's voice was calm and clear, you didn’t respond and he hung up.

The man kept calling you as he knocked on the door. Desperation showing with the force and pacing with each knock. You hid inside the back of the room pointing out again. After a few seconds of silence you got startled by the man kicking the door, opening it widely. You pointed at him silently, thinking the dim lights were hiding you and giving you time to have the upper hand.

“Gotcha.”

The man jumped at you, having seen your reflection by the wall mirror against where you were hiding. You shooted and missed, he took the chance to tackle you down. He roughly rolls your body facing the ground, hands at your back, gun point to your head.

“You should have just opened.” he whispered to your ear, making you grin in disgust.

“You better let go of me.” you glared at him, as he made you stand up and guided you to the door with so much force your arm was getting numb.

“Or what?,” he chuckled, pressing the gun to your temple, hurting you.

“Or I will blow your brains out”.

Both the man and you looked up, the shape of Yeosang entering the room from the door frame, gun pointed at the latter. Two of his men behind him.

In the background, the shooting had ceased, apparently this man holding you was the last of the ones that had entered the house.

“There’s none of your friends left here,” Yeosang said, confirming your suspicions. The man tensed against you, now practically choking you by having his arm on your neck. “Let her go. I won’t repeat myself.”

“Fuck you Kang, here’s a little message from-”

The man’s last words were interrupted by Yeosang shooting his gun to his head, just a couple inches from your own. The loud noise made your ears ring, as the sudden force the man was applying to your neck vanished completely as he dropped dead. Blood and brain matter covered the top of your head. The cheek you had ruined with your lip gloss now covered in red.

For a moment you groaned in disgust, falling on your knees trying to breathe normally again, soothing your neck from where the dead man was choking you.

“Get up. We need to go.” Yeosang gave you his hand and helped you up. The blood dripping down your neck made you nauseous and you couldn’t hold it any more. The last thing you saw before fainting was Yeosang’s eyes on yours, your name sounding muffled as you closed your eyes on him.

When you woke up, you couldn’t recognize the room you were in. It was almost the same as the room you were in before. Big glass windows that reached the ceiling, greek decor and furniture. The light coming through the white curtains blinded you for a moment. When your eyes adjust to the sunlight, you look out, the Greece sea reflecting the sun rays back at it.

Your head was spinning. Instinctively you caressed your neck. Carefully you got up towards the big vanity mirror placed in front of the bed you were laying on. No trace of blood or the rest of that ashole’s brain over you, yet remembering how it felt made you nauseous again. A few faded yellow and purple bruises painted on your neck.

“You should go and take a proper shower.”

Yeosang’s voice came from the door frame, where he was leaning on. He walked slowly inside the room, passing you by and looking outside through the window glass.

“Who cleaned me?.” was the first thing you asked.

“The maids.” He said calmly. “How are you feeling?.”

“My head is killing me. And now I have these ugly bruises all over my neck, definitely not the good kind.”

Yeosang hummed, arching his eyebrows slightly. “How many times have you been in that kind of situation?.”

“A few.”

He remained silent, looking at you as you poured water into a tall glass.

“I’m sorry.” He said, getting closer. “One of your guys from Korea told them where we were, I should have been there.”

“What?.”

“Jung Taein?.”

“Jung? No fucking way.” you chuckled bitterly.

“It’s my fault. You alone at the house made you an easy target.” He said ashamed, looking away. “It won’t happen again.”

“Do you know who sent them?.”

“Yes.”

“Would you take care of that?.”

“It’s done.”

“Alright.” you added, finishing the water.

“Let me know when you are ready. We are flying back to Seoul as soon as you are.”

With that, Yeosang left the room, leaving you for the time being.

The flight back was a silent one. Yeosang spent the whole time on the phone -yours was turned off. That was for the better. Your parents must be calling you non stop all morning. You took the chance to sleep more, since you were still a little shaken by the attack.

As soon as you put foot at home, the whole day was turbulent. Both your mother and Chan were already waiting for you in the living room of your new mansion. They asked all kinds of questions again and again, making you dizzy. They both questioned Yeosang as well, making him swear that the guy who had planned the attack was more than dead.

Your father showed up later that evening, and the whole thing repeated itself. He spent most of the time in Yeosang’s office, briefly asking if you were okay when he arrived. When he was ready to leave he stroked your head saying “The pig is dead, your husband took care of that himself.”

That night, laying alone in your new bed, feeling cold and anxious more than ever, you replayed the scene in your head over and over.

“These mercenaries and their speeches, always thinking of themselves as movie villains.” Your father had said to you once when you were little. “Once they start talking, you have to shoot them.”

As you remembered this, you felt like smiling.

The next morning you got downstairs to have breakfast, surprisingly finding Yeosang at the table.

“Good morning.” He greets.

“Morning, oh what do we have here?.” you yawn, siting and finding a plate of pancakes and fresh fruit already served.

“You need energy.”

“Mmh,” you giggle cutely, catching a glimpse of Yeosang's smile. He notices you noticed the gesture and he quickly goes back to his breakfast. “How are you feeling?. ' he adds, eyeing his plate.

“Way better.” you said, shoving a big piece of pancake on your mouth, “I need to get ready to go to my office.”

Yoesang clears his throat, pensive. “I think you should lay low for a while.”

“Isn’t the guy that attacked me dead now?.” you asked, stuffing a strawberry on your mouth as one of the maids poured orange juice on a tall glass for you.

“Yes.” Yeosang pressed his back against his chair. “But there’s other guys.”

“What about you? Are you going to stay home as well?” your voice sounds annoyed but you don’t care. Yeosang looks briefly at you and then away. “So what should I do then? Stay hidden for the rest of the year here?.”

“Just a few weeks, until we are sure no one else is onto us anymore.” He said standing up.

“You know, there will always be someone “onto us”.” you huff, rolling your eyes at him.

“Let me know if you need something.” he said, giving you a nod and walking away.

“Seems like it's going to be you and me, girls.” you said to the two maids when he disappeared from the room. The women gave you a polite smile and you sigh.

That morning was the last time you saw him in almost four weeks.

Handling work stuff from the house was mad boring, and you started to feel claustrophobic. Rounded by security, you only had visits from your mom and Chan, sometimes your father or your new in-laws. The house was full of people all the time yet you felt completely alone in it. Suddenly you missed your office, your old apartment, your friends, anything but that strange house who you could barely call yours.

But oddly and mostly, you were desperate to get laid. It was a bothersome sensation inside you, not being able to release the stress from everything that had happened within the last month from being recently married to a stranger to almost being killed on your supposed honeymoon.

So you did what you planned to do in the first place as soon as you were back, the only thing that would make you release the stress and clear your mind.

Yunho called first, a few days after you arrived back at Seoul. The conversation was brief but he let you know he was available for whenever you wanted to see him. A month ago it seemed too recent to meet with him, but now it felt just about right.

Finally tonight, after having spent a full month trapped inside your house, you and your friend decide to meet up.

Both knew you needed to be cautious; you are a recently married woman —and he, an engaged man.

You decided to meet up downtown. You had an apartment there in one of the biggest hotels at the center of a prestigious but quiet district. You used it mostly to crash on when you partied regularly, so it was a familiar place to your guards. Yunho let you know he already booked one of the suits for the night, so he could just knock on your door without any trouble.

Yeosang hadn’t called for a few nights, apparently he was attending some business in Tokyo with both your father and his. It was the perfect timing.

The night arrived and you finally went out. As you got ready in front of the mirror in the bedroom, anticipation started to build as you waited for Yunho.

You changed into a casual dress, and your favorite jewelry; a long pearl necklace that ended up in the right place at your cleavage. Hair styled in a messy bun, the best hairstyle to try when you knew it was going to end up disheveled — a trick you learned from your mother’s long sessions in front of the mirror when you were maybe too young to even understand the tip.

You sprayed your favorite perfume on the right spots and poured a few drinks, preparing yourself to loosen up to finally enjoy a good night since you married, even if it wasn’t with your own husband.

Midnight, and Yunho hadn’t shown up. You started to get annoyed. Sending him a couple of texts like; ‘Where the fuck are you?.’ and ‘Are you serious right now?.’

You were growing impatient, desperate. He had said late night but this was just too much. And why wasn’t he answering your texts?.

You blew raspberries, lying back on the bed. Incorporating a little, you saw yourself in the tall mirror at the corner of the room. Your backless dress, makeup… you looked so good and now it was going to get to waste.

It was ridiculous that with all the power, money, a damn husband and a friend like Yunho, you were really struggling this much to get laid.

Being almost killed —again, having your family on your neck all the time, the pressure of the business and people — had to deal with, and an absent husband you barely knew on top of that was starting to get to you for good.

Grabbing your phone ready to call Yunho, something you would never do being in your right senses, you hear a knock on your door.

You sit on the bed automatically, fixing the wrinkles of your dress. “Fucking finally.”

Walking towards the door, you looked through the peephole, immediately taking a few steps back. The man at the door wasn’t Yunho.

“What is he doing here?,” you muttered to yourself.

“Are you going to open?.” Yeosang’s voice coming from outside made you come to your senses, he sounded different from the other times you two had spoken. Hesitating, you opened the door. His hair was down and parted in the middle, wavy strands falling at the sides of his ears. He was dressed casually, not in the usual business attire you have seen him in so far.

Yeosang walked in, closing the door behind him. You looked nervously around, feeling suddenly exposed by your little outfit, and he seemingly read your mind, as he took his sweet time looking at your clothes, or the lack of them.

“What are you doing here?.” you ask, trying to sound casual. Suddenly the thought of Yunho knocking on the door any moment made your stomach turn upside down. “Weren’t you in Tokyo?.”

“I remember telling you no to go out yet, so the question is what are you doing here?.”

You shrugged, feeling his gaze all over you. “I- was, going out…”

“If you wanted to fuck, you just had to ask,” he looked at you with a dark shine on his eyes. “I never told you you were allowed to be playing whore with other men, did I?”.

Your chest started to thump. This wasn’t the Yeosang you have known so far. He spoke harshly, but with a slight hurt pride that confused you.

“The fuck that’s supposed to mean?.” you glared back at him. “You haven’t talked to me properly since we married, you don’t even sleep at home.” you said, mimicking quoting the last word with your fingers. He glared at you too, walking towards you and hovering you against the wall. “Seriously, you won't even allow me one normal dinner and you think you have the right to tell me what to do?.”

“I'm your husband.” he said dryly, “That should be enough.”

“A husband who hasn’t even fucked his wife once.”

Yeosang scoffed. He looked at you with big eyes, deep brown eyes that shone differently from back when you saw them at the wedding. You were tense, that wasn’t what you wanted to reproach him for, but your brain was letting the words come out from your mouth without a second thought. “Were you waiting for that Jeong bastard to come here and fuck you? Are you that desperate?.”

“Yes. Maybe I fucking am.”

Just then, Yeosang tugged your chin with his hand, brushing the hem of your skirt with his fingers, slowly getting them underneath. His breath was hot and it burned against your neck. He leaned forward, brushing your throat with his lips, and then the tip of his tongue.

“Well look at you, being all eager.” He whispered with a voice so dark you couldn’t recognize it belonged to him.

His hand was now fully under your skirt, and his thumb brushed softly where you needed him the most. Your hips start rolling towards the contact, desperate for more friction. You pressed your lips together, restraining yourself from giving in so easily, but the truth was that you needed to be touched. Yeosang rolled his thumb over your damped spot, his gaze got cloudy, tongue resting on his bottom lip as he rubbed in circles on your clothed clit. He slides the lacy fabric to the side, gently pressing two fingers inside you.

You let out a whimper, biting your bottom lip. Surprised at how he knows exactly how to curl his fingers upward, his fingers caress your center so sweetly, feeling as familiar as your own.

“You feel just like I imagined.” He brushes his words over your lips, kissing you softly. His tongue finally lands against yours, sending tingles all the way to your lower stomach.

“You imagined?.” you moan against his mouth, and he slowly wraps his hand on your neck, making just the right pressure to make your closed eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Mmhh.” his voice vibrates over your lips, while he kisses you roughly and sloppily. He’s now adding a third finger deep inside you. You throw your arms at his neck and lift your leg onto his hip to give him more access. He grabs your leg with the hand that isn’t inside you, and continues fingering you with faster pace without stopping kissing you.

“Oh my god…” you cry when he begins scissoring and curling his fingers inside you. You let out a loud moan knowing you are done for and he stops kissing to see you as you come. His fingers keep going, gaze fixated on you as you shut your eyes and roll your hips making his fingers touch you even deeper. “Fuck, oh fuck!.” you whimper when he doesn’t stop and you start squirting all over his fingers. He looks down cheekily, seeing how you coat his fingers with your arousal.

Yeosang smiles, removing his fingers from inside you and making you open your mouth so you can taste yourself on them, when you finish he goes back to your lips, kissing you again. “So sweet.” he whispers, lowering your leg and helping you walk to the bed.

He makes you lay on your back, taking your panties off and throwing them aside. He lifts the skirt of your dress and places himself between your legs. “Let me taste more of that.” He says, licking your entrance with one strip, as he starts devouring you entirely until there’s no trace of your release but the sweet sensation inside you.

“Fuck, Yeosang.” you moan, feeling the familiar knot yet again. He keeps sucking on you, your hand tugging his hair from the overstimulation.

“Are you going to come again?.”

“Yes!.” you cry, but whine immediately after when he stops eating you up.

“Not like that.” He helps you get up, walking backwards as he sits on the armless chair next to your vanity, taking his belt off and opening the zipper on his jeans. He helps you sit on his lap, always looking at you as he does. Your heavy lids fall on him, admiring just how beautiful he is, and you wonder for a second if you have had a man like that before him.

Your mind is still foggy, you feel breathless but you indulge in his instructions, glad he’s telling you what to do next.

Yeosang guides you on top of him, and you observe patiently how he takes out his length and strokes himself a few times, making sure you look. He then tugs your dress down to expose your tits. He licks his bottom lip and goes to kiss one of them sweetly, one hand stroking himself and the other squeezing and licking your nips. You hear his quiet moans and whimpers, giving each of your breasts delicate attention. When he’s had enough, he aligns you on him and slowly pushes you until he has bottomed inside you.

“You really needed this huh?,” He chuckles darkly. “Such a tiny cunt.”

You whine at first, feeling stretched so deliciously for the first time in so long. You lean and kiss him, both your tongues tasting and savoring each other. The pearls of your necklace hang over his chest, the silver of your rings shine between his hair as you dishevel it. Yeosang squeeze and massage your nips with his palm as you take the time adjusting to his length inside you.

He stops kissing your nipple and signals you to look to the side, where you find both your reflections in the big mirror of your vanity, seeing your almost naked form sitting on his lap makes the sensation on your lower abdomen intensify. Yeosang slips your dress over your head, and you remove his jacket and unbutton his shirt hastily.

“Show me,” his tone is low, hoarse. He cups your chin with force, so you are now looking straight at him. You flutter your eyelashes confused. “What were you planning to do with him?.” he asks, heavy lids eying your bottom lip.

You bit your lip with force, somehow embarrassed that you already forgot you were supposed to be on top of Yunho. Yeosang smirks slightly, and even if the lights in the room are dim you catch that smile and it drives you mad how confident he is, but also makes you eager to show him.

“Yeosang, please” you whisper breathlessly, kissing him again. A big open kiss on the mouth first, then going down to his neck, his shoulder blades. You were marking every inch of skin your lips could reach in your position. It felt as if he could suddenly evaporate if you didn’t.

You start rolling your hips back and forth on top of him, moaning everytime the tip of his cock hits your sweet spot. Yeosang had both hands on your waist, keeping you in place as you rocked your hips at a slow but steady pace, not wanting to come too fast and just enjoy the sensation of having him buried deep inside you.

Yeosang’s whimpers quietly, but intensely. He lets a dry chuckle every time you remove yourself almost completely from him only to go down in one motion over and over. Your hands are on his hair, pulling the strands everytime the pleasure was too much.

He grabs your face and kisses you, biting your bottom lip and coating your entire mouth with his tongue, desperate to fill you connected to him in every way. He groans when you bite back, enjoying every little cry and whimper you let out. “All of this for him?,” he tugs your hair making you face him.

“Right now I’m fucking you and you only.” you tell him, eyes falling down on you unable to keep them open. “You fill me up so well.”

Yeosang smiled cockily, going to your clit and rubbing his thumb in circles again, making you bury your head on his neck. “Like that? Is that what you wanted?.”

“Yes!” you cried out loud, not caring at all if the guards outside could hear. His thumb and cock both send incredible sensations through your body, your release building up again ready to break out at any second. “Don’t stop please, I’m gonna-”

You couldn't finish, feeling the knot in your lower abdomen explode inside you. Yeosang was quick to grab your hips so you stayed in place, and he helped you rock them faster, chasing his own. He looked at your reflection in the mirror. Head thrown back, nails digging on his shoulders, eyes closed and mouth full of whimpers and heavy breathing. You came and Yeosang followed right behind you, letting out the loudest moan since you started. His hands were now on your ass as you wrapped your arms around his neck, having come from your high. He bit your shoulder as he painted your walls with his load. Yeosang cursed under his breath, finally stopping until he finished inside you.

“Yeosang,” you phanted, caressing his face and making him look at you. His eyelids were heavy, long strands of wavy black hair falling on his face, lips half open trying to catch his breath. “I needed that, fuck.” You waited until he was breathing regularly and kissed him roughly again, taking his breath away once more.

Yeosang smiled widely and you recognized the sweet man that you married a month ago. The same soft and cute eye smile and seemingly innocent aura came back, transforming from the one that was guiding your hips as you rode him to oblivion mere seconds before.

“I've wanted to have you on top of me since I saw you at the dinner,” He said sweetly, brushing his nose against yours. “Wanted to have you cry my name and brush away that condescending look you gave me at the wedding.”

You chuckled. “I didn’t know what to expect from you,” you paused, choosing your words carefully. “You seemed too nice for this kind of life, too pure.”

Yeosang chuckled lightly, helping you stand up, finally removing himself from you. “Seemed?” He kissed your chin gently. “Not anymore?.”

“Someone who fucks like this?, no way.”

He lets out a loud laugh, hand covering his mouth. “Y/n, you should know no man is pure. Crime life or not.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

You stood up from his lap, looking around for your panties on the floor, but Yeosang pulled you against him, wrapping his hands on your waist, hiding his face in the space between your shoulders and neck. He kissed the skin there and you hummed, content and relaxed feeling the warmth of his lips.

He guided you to the bed, laying beside you and leaning over you.

“Why didn't you want to spend time with me until now?.” you asked, his big eyes shone brightly. “I thought you were avoiding me on purpose, no one is that busy.”

Yeosang laughed. “Oh but I am. And soon you will be too, as my wife and associate, you will have to deal with a lot.” He lowered his eyes for a second. “I’m sorry I didn’t pay attention to you, I wanted to, but after what happened in Greece I needed to make sure you were always protected.”

“Did my father intervene?”

“I almost let his only daughter get killed mere days after our wedding, how does that make me look in front of him, of everyone?.”

You hummed but remained silent. You knew your father had already told him everything he needed to hear. “So I’ve been under surveillance all this time?.” You arch your brows, realizing that’s how he knew about your meeting with Yunho tonight. “Shit! Yunho… is he…?.”

Yeosang chuckled again and this time it was an amused one. “He’s not dead, I still need eyes and ears close to the police,” His lips turned upwards into a mischievous smile. “But he won’t dare to come close to you with certain intentions, ever again.”

“Oh.” you said, pouting. “But he’s an excellent tennis partner though.”

“I can be your new tennis partner, I can be everything you need me to be.”

Yeosang kissed you softly, thumb caressing your ear. Your hands traveled over his chest, throwing a leg over his waist and you smiled on the kiss. He let out a soft “Oh” like a shy boy getting his first kiss and it made your heart incredibly warm.

“Who would thought we only needed to fuck each other dumb to break the ice huh?”. You joked, letting him keep kissing your neck and start all over again.

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The Winter Sun (28)

28. King's Landing

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Summary: Challenges and conclusions

Pairing: Cregan Stark x Fem!Targaryen Reader

Warnings: Cursing, medieval and asoiaf customs, AGE GAP, Cregan is 12 years OLDER than reader), arranged marriage, talks about death and war, might miss some warnings

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 2.3k

Notes: a wrap up chapter! but don’t worry! more chapters “Into the future” will follow! ❤️ after a time jump!

You were feeding Jonaerys while Cregan packed, you giggled because you truly looked like a normal couple, not the Lord and Lady of biggest country in the seven Kingdoms

You were going down to King’s landing

Not only to bend the knee, but because you needed to gather your army for them to march North, you were going to sail south and then North again with your men, no more marching

You needed to make sure all uprisings against Rhaenyra were eliminated before that too, as much as a gathering with the leaders of the seven great houses

You giggled as you saw another one of Autumn’s puppies biting your slippers, she wanted to be introduced to your son

This little wolf was as silver as your son’s hair, he had showed up the very next day of your arrival and hadn't left your side.

His brother, Rickon’s pup showed up and attacked his sister, and they started rolling around and playing to bite each other, they were so cute

Cregans said they grew up slowly but surely, right now they had the height of your knee, their ears already stood up and they barked loudly.

They were the cutest when they tried to howl, but not at four in the morning though

You found Cregan staring, and once you caught him, he smiled wickedly

“What?”, you whispered

“Nothing”, he said mindlessly

“What is it?”, you giggled. He gave you a side look, and a devastatingly handsome smile

“I don’t want to push you”, he whispered, and you laughed

“Cregan Stark you will tell me and you will tell me right now!”, you demanded with a laugh. He sat by your side and kissed the side of your face, then he kissed you again in your ear, making you whimper slightly

“I always found it so sexy when you feed our son”, he whispered huskily in your ear.

“Cregan…”, you giggled, “stop it”, you said playfully. He saw how relaxed you where, so he took a chance and kissed your neck gently, making you giggle some more

“I missed you so much”, he said, and you looked at him

“I missed you too”, you say, and you shared an intimate kiss

You separated when your baby demanded attention, and Cregan took him from you letting you fix your dress

You looked at Cregan putting his baby over his shoulder and making him burp gently, he made eye contact with you and smiled warmly. He was the best father, and the best husband

“I don’t want you and the babies to go”, he admitted, “but I’m going to die if I leave you”, you smiled

“I understand”, you said, “I want to go, and the babies will go wherever we will”, he smiled, caressing Jonaerys’ back

Rickon woke up from his nap, and he had heard yours and Cregan’s voice, so he stood up on his crib, grabbing tightly onto the wooden rail.

“Rickon!”, you greeted with a wide smile, he smiled at you, you wanted to cry because you had missed the first time your son stood up alone. He had grown so much, his head was now filled with dark curls, he was so cute. You grabbed him and placed him against your hip. He playfully grabbed one of your silver strands and janked a little

It took a while but you finally felt connected to your eldest baby again, he was such a sweet little boy, giggly and smart

“Our little family”, whispered Cregan looking at you and he seemed so proud, “can’t wait for you to give me another one”, you laughed shortly

“You’ll have to wait a little”

“That is alright”, he said gently

“I hope it’s a little girl this time”, you whispered, and he smiled even widely

“I hope she looks like you”, he said softly, you smiled sweetly, “is everything ready for our departure?”

“We leave tomorrow first thing in the morning”, he said back, and you only nodded

The very next morning, as your left Winter’s Town down the King’s Road, you realized the trip was going to be hellish with two babies under two years old, but you didn’t think you could make it more then four months without them, and going on dragonback was not an option, so it was going to be a two month long trip.

You looked out the window of the carriage and you saw your dragon Vhaelar flying above you

You arrived in King’s Landing two full moons after.

Your marriage was stronger, the bond with your babies was as well, it was challenging, and slow, but finally you felt relieved when you spotted the Northerner army’s camp in the valley next to the entrance to King’s Landing

“Lord Cregan Stark, and his family, the Princess (Y/N) and their children, Rickon and Jonaerys Stark”, someone presented, and you exited the carriage.

Cregan was there, he had ridden his horse and helped you out, taking Rickon in his arms while you cradled Jonaerys in his arms.

The soldiers clapped for you, receiving their lord, they seemed happy, victorious. And all their gazes went to your babies, wanting to see them

They had helped take the capital, and soon Cregan was going to lead them back to the North.

But first you needed to secure your family

You spend a night in a tent with the army, Cregan needed to meet with the captains and the lords that lead parts of the army

IN the meantime you put your babies to sleep, an art that you have learned in those two months of march. You were glad now you could stay still, even though tomorrow you were going to make the trip to King’s Landing, you were close.

Jonaerys spent almost all day and all night sleeping, but Rickon got fuzzy since he stood in the carriage all day and needed to burn energy. But finally he fell asleep in your caring arms, and you placed him in a cradle, next to the one of his baby brother.

In the midst of night the wolf came back to you, he seemed tired, but happy and content, even more so when he saw you. And the sleeping babies in their cribs

“You are such a good mother”, you stood from where you were seating, and he held you in his strong arms, and he kissed you hungrily, and you kissed him right back, “I want another one”, he whispered against your wet lips

“I want more too”, you whispered, “but…”, he immediately stopped, looking down at you from his great height, “can we wait a little bit?”, you asked, and he smiled warmly

“I’d wait for you until the end of time”, he whispered, dropping one last peck on you lips before he hugged you tightly against his chest, you hugged him back, more tightly, “I don’t want to push you”

“You are not”, you assured him, smiling at him, he cradled your face in his hands and kissed you gently, “when we are back home, safe with our little family, then we should think about enlarging it”, you offered cheekily. He smiled warmly

“Of course”

He held you tightly against him that night.

It was true, since you got together again he treated you like you were made of glass, and you were glad he was coming back to his horny self around you.

Early in the morning, you resumed your journey and entered the city. From the army a small guard was found, forming the household of your husband, and of course, of your household, you were a Stark and the Northerners considered you as one. Soldiers wearing the Direwolf proudly on their chest guarded you when you entered King’s Landing and then into the Red Keep.

You were received by a small comitive of members of the court, but none of them mattered as Jacaerys himself appeared amongst the crown, everyone parting to let him trough

“Your grace”, you greeted, with Jonaerys in your arms, you bowed lightly, but he would have none of it as he hugged you carefully of no crushing your baby

“Welcome home”, he said in your ear, he then greeted your little one, but shortly, since he then turned to Cregan and they also shared a hug

“Welcome to the Red Keep”, he said then to all of you as a group, he turned to you again, and to your baby, “Congratulations dear aunt”, he whispered, “he is beautiful”, he then turned to Rickon who threw his little arms at him, and Jace took him in his arms

“He likes you”, said Cregan proudly, as all members of court had come to gaze upon you and your family, you guessed they were curious about how the family of a Stark and a Targaryen would look like.

“He has grown so much”, cooed Jacaerys with a childish voice, making your son giggle

You entered the Keep following Jacaerys who held your son in his arms, but unbeknown to you, one prisoner of the Keep was just taking his day walk, and catched a glimpse of your baby, your silver haired baby.

. . .

You were introduced to the Queen and King of the seven kingdoms, even though you had known them forever. Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, and her King consort Daemon Targaryen

They looked like a powerful couple, she was seating on the throne and he was standing right next to her. You bend the knee to them, Cregan by your side, your children being held by trusted men at the side.

Once the formalities were over, you were invited to a feast in your honor, but it was some sort of cover…

So they could swoon over your babies.

It was no secret Rhaenyra loved children, (she had six of them, and two more by law), so she fussed over Rickon, and Daemon over Jonaerys

“Jonaerys”, he cooed, and then he looked at you, “he looks like your father”

“I know”, you said proudly, he only smirked

“It is a strange name for a Valyrian”

“Well, he has the looks but we wanted to name him after Cregan’s friend who saved his life”

“An original name for an original child”, he said softly, and you nodded, but then he leaned in, a seriousness on his face and voice, “is it Cregan’s?”, you whimpered, and your face said it all, “does he…?”

“To him, it’s his son”, you said firmly, he only nodded

“If that ever changes, you know you can come here”, he said then, and you smiled

“It will never change”, you said firmly, and he was pleased

“He is a good man”, he sentenced, “your father would have been pleased with this union”, and you felt a warmth in your chest. “And he would be the best and most proud grandfather”, he said, and you beamed

Daemon had never been close to you, not in the slightest, sometimes you swore he didn’t even want to be in the same room as you, but now, everything seemed different. Since you were an adult, and reached for him in Dragonstone and now here, he seemed even happy to see you, and now with his son in his arms.

“It would please me than in the future, he would come to the capital, to be educated alongside Aegon and Viserys”, he said happily, and you smiled, “I’d say Rickon too but I’m guessing Cregan will not let him out of his sight”

“If their dragon eggs hatch, they will happily make the journey”, you offered, and he smiled, pleased

“We’d like that”, he said

“I apologize”, he whispered, “If it ever seemed like I didn’t want to see you”, he said, and you gasped in surprise, “I loved my brother and losing him really broke me”

“I understand”, you said, and he gave you a little smile that reminded you of your father.

But you were interrupted, by Rhaenyra, who called everyone to their seats to start the feast

Maids took both your sons, you felt a bit uncomfortab;e, but you didn't want to interrupt your family’s reunion

“Now that we all gathered here”, she started with a shy smile, “the entirety of House Targaryen”, she said, and it was true, her family, and you, the last remaining, “for us”, she greeted, raising her cup, and everyone followed, of course Cregan kissed the side of your face quickly, “for those lost to us”, she said with unshed tears, meaning her son Luke and Rhaenys, “and for those to come”, she whispered, placing her hand on her belly, and everyone cheered

The feast continued with cheer and happiness.

Everyone was alright.

. . .

You realized Cregan and his army served a purpose. For the coming weeks people all over the Kingdoms started to show up, the Greens…

The Lannisters, Hightowers, everyone came to the Capital to offer their respects, everyone had to march through the northerner army, and everyone surrendered

That is when you saw Alicent Hightower, brought to the throne room. She was fine as ever, wearing a green dress, and a pair of gold chains around her wrists. But she was used as a pawn, for the HIghtowers to surrender

You knew Aemond had not been on trial yet, so he was still alive, but he was not mentioned in the trails for the heads of the Green houses.

Trials and long weeks followed. And you felt strangely safe within the keep, Rhaenyra had shown mercy, and that truly made everyone feel the war was over, and the country could finally heal.

You smiled as you caressed the royal decreet declaring Sara a true Stark, signed by Rhaenyra herself, and you couldn’t wait to give it to her, no one deserves it more than her, you expected many proposals for her hand would follow.

You breathed in the filthy air of King’s Landing and you finally felt at peace, even though you wanted to return home to Winterfell, to raise your children and maybe, just maybe have a couple more…

Cregan entered the room, smiling as he found you by the window

“There you are”, he whispered, you smiled back

“I think I’m ready”, you whispered, and he looked back in amazement, “I want another one”

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pretty thing

full fic based on this

just a few headcanons while I start working on a longer piece (I’m back home for the holidays and the idea of Sukuna being from the deep south has me frothing at the mouth)

content ahead: southern sukuna au, black coded!reader, just slight innuendos, reader is in her early 20s and sukuna is in his 30s, not reallyyy canon at all!! so don’t expect accurate information on his past, also, not his true form. don’t hate me!

word count: 913

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

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Southern!Sukuna who was born and raised in the deep south by a loving, yet distant mother. His father was never in the picture, but it’s okay, because Sukuna quickly learned that it would be his job to take care of his mother and little brother. This was no problem for him.

Southern!Sukuna who has always been a hard worker. Eventually, he’d come to run his own construction company. He’d been working his way up the ladder since he was eighteen. Now in his thirties he believes he should start doing something other than work. Maybe linger around a bar or two, see what “Tinder” is all about.

Southern!Sukuna who goes away on a business trip, never being the one to fly, but it was necessary for an upcoming project he had up north. One thing about Sukuna, he’ll always rep his home state. He’ll always have a shirt with the (insert a southern state) flag on it, if not a matching hat, it’ll be one from Bass Pro Shops. His entire body is tattooed from neck to ankle. He’s been getting them for years and they make his complexion look like silk. He takes incredibly good care of his skin, he has to in his line of work.

Southern!Sukuna who sees you eyeing him from his peripheral vision. You tried to be subtle, looking away as soon as his eyes would meet yours, but he caught you each time. You just couldn’t help yourself, the man was beautiful. You couldn’t help think what on earth a fucking cowboy was doing on this side of the country. Sure, you were going back to your hometown for the winter but there’s no way his reasoning was the same. He was visibly older, and no man with family up north looks that redneck. You had to know more about him, but oh god, you’d never actually approach him.

Southern!Sukuna who walks up behind you while you wait for your bag to drop from baggage claim, as was he. It startled you, mainly because you swore he was just waving at someone waiting for him outside, you thought he was gone already; so when you feel a light tap on your shoulder, you expect it to be your mother who was supposed to be waiting for you in the parking lot. When you turn around and see a 5 '8 man (short king, but taller than me) looking down at you with wide eyes you can’t help but jump back. He didn’t mean to startle you, he just wanted to know what a pretty thing like you was doing in his neck of the woods.

“I ain’t mean to scare you, sweetheart,” he reaches out his right hand from his pocket to give you a handshake, you reciprocate of course, still in awe that he’s speaking to you. “Was just wonderin’ what a pretty thing like you was doin’ in my neck of the woods.” His southern drawl was thick, and smooth. The way his words reverberated off his tongue sent heat waves straight to your cunt.

Southern!Sukuna asks for your number, just so he can check on his favorite city girl throughout the holiday. After a short conversation, he learned that you were really only here for family. No relationship, no notable friendships, simply spending the next four weeks in what seemed like an all expense paid nature getaway. He didn’t want you to be lonely, claiming that he’d check on you every now and then to see how you were doing, maybe take you out at some point if you were up to it. You still couldn’t believe the exchange, he invaded your personal space with the most intoxicating scent— some type of deep musk he clearly used to cover the underlying smell of cigarettes.

Southern!Sukuna who thought about you for days. You were unlike anything he’d laid eyes on. The first thing that stuck out was your hair. Thick and curly, not falling below your ears, but in the most gorgeous afro he’d ever seen. The ends were pink and he couldn’t help but think you both were meant to be, since his entire head was a light pink shade. Your skin looked so smooth, you smelled like clean laundry and strawberries. Maybe some type of sugary substance too. He pondered on all of these things for days, just aching for you to text him how bored you were, how you wanted to spend some time with him.

Southern!Sukuna who damn near fell out when he got a notification on his phone.

(111) 222-3333

Hey :) it’s the girl you met at the airport. I just realized I never got your name? I never told you mine either, lol, I’m ____.

You anticipated his response, thinking for a second that maybe you said too much. Surely an older guy like him doesn’t want to text like this. But then—

(444) 555-6666

Hey, sweetheart. Such a pretty name. Sorry for not properly introducing myself before, I’m Sukuna.

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Seven Deadly Sins - I

PAIRING: low to mid honor Arthur Morgan x Fem!reader

Summary: Because if one thing is true, it is that Arthur Morgan is a sinner. Pure, organic, non-GMO smut. A continuing series.

CW: Voyeurism, PiV Sex

Lust: an intense sexual desire or appetite, uncontrolled or illicit sexual desire or appetite; lecherousness, a passionate or overmastering desire or craving.

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That is the absolute last time he ever listens to some hare-brained plan dreamed up by Sean MacGuire. Abandoned cabin, he said, not a soul around, he went on. He just failed to mention that this cabin near Eris Field was a goddamn Lemoyne Raiders safe house. Not nearly worth the take, and now Arthur needed more shotgun shells. He made sure Sean caught hell before sending the boy off in the other direction. He cuffed him over the head for good measure.

Arthur swung around to the south of Rhodes to keep away from camp for a while, it was only a matter of time until those inbred hicks realized it was another gang encroaching on their territory.

He spurred his horse into a gallop as the sun set over the west, and a full moon rose over the hill country of Scarlett Meadows.

Arthur hits the shores of Flat Iron Lake just north of Braithwaite Manor.

He pats his mare’s head as she slows to a walk, breathing heavily, coat worked into a lathing sweat. “You’re alright, girl.”

Trailing along the shoreline, in the distance, he can see the faint lantern lights from the gang’s camp at Clemens Point. He stops the horse, allowing her to step down to the water and take a much-needed drink. Swinging off the saddle, he pops his shoulder, still feeling a twinge of pain from his ‘stay’ with the O’Driscolls weeks ago.

A sound reaches his ears, rustling of leaves, movement of water.

He ties up his horse against a tree, unholstering his revolver as he sneaks closer to the small cove that the shoreline creates. He takes cover behind a wide tree trunk, slowly clicking the safety off his revolver.

He peers on the other side of the tree at the rocky shoreline.

It is not some bounty hunter, or robber, or frankly any kind of threat.

It is you.

You’re partially obscured by the outcropping of rock, but there is more than enough moonlight to trace the sinuous curves of your body.

You’re completely bare, nude as the day you were born, washing yourself in the waters of Flat Iron Lake.

He should be blushing and turning away, leaving you privacy while he reaches camp from another direction. But as the moonlight dances on your dewy curves, Arthur is guided by another notion.

He did always say that he wasn’t a good man.

Arthur holsters his gun, trying to be as quiet as possible. He watches you with the eyes of a predator, a hungry wolf with a doe in its sights. It hasn’t been since his untried youth that he’s so governed by an urge like this, being driven by pulsing blood and hotheadedness and want.

You’re wringing out your long hair over your shoulder, the expanse of your back and the curve of your spine above your hips visible above the water.

He swallows, hidden by foliage, behind the tree trunk overlooking the cove where you bathe.

Arthur can’t say he’s ever looked at you like this, thrumming with the singular need to sink his cock into your body. You’ve been around a few years, a dependable thief, a decent shot, he looked at you no differently than he looked at Karen, Tilly, or Mary Beth. But now, seeing you like this, he’s driven by a need that pounds in his blood. He knows he shouldn’t be here, dirty old man , but by some kind of force far stronger than shame, he is rooted to the spot, breathing in a deep breath through his nose.

He uncomfortably shifts, his hand over his gun belt that’s slung across his hips, tighter now against his hardening cock. He pushes at it awkwardly, trying to find some damned relief.

You turn, humming to yourself while taking a step closer to the shore. More of your skin becomes visible to him as you rise from the water like some storybook nymph.

He swallows, tracing the rivulets of water down your frame, down over your pebbled nipples and the swell of your breasts, your soft belly, sliding down your skin into the thatch of dark hair at the apex of your thighs.

Arthur liked to think of himself as being above that. Not so completely enraptured by the female form that he could think of little else.

But right now? His stiffening cock pressing against his pants is his priority. With guidance that he knows could only come from thinking with his cock, he steps out of his hiding spot and down to the shoreline.

Leaves rustle on the ground.

You catch his gaze. Surprised, fearful, like a skittish doe in the jaws of that hungry wolf. Stunned into silence, into stillness.

Water continues to drip down your body. Nothing is hidden from his eyes.

Were he not but a trickle of that fresh lake water, trailing slowly down your skin, down your breasts, your soft belly, collecting at the cradle of your hips. Weaving its way through the hair there.

Drip, drip, dripping to the hidden, dewy skin of your cunt.

You swallow. Your skin breaks out into gooseflesh as you shiver under the cold weight of his stare. You should scream, you should run, you should hide yourself from him.

Should, should, should. All of these things you should do.

But the way he is looking at you. The way he is staring. The shadow across his face from the brim of that old leather hat. The telltale sign of heavy breathing, his chest rising and falling. You can see his fist clenching at his side.

Arthur has always been distant. You had heard talk of a woman he had been involved with years ago, some high society girl that broke his heart. Not that you were particularly eyeing anyone in the gang for any self-gratifying reason - it was less complicated that way.

But now, now, he looks at you with a hunger that needs to be slaked. Arthur Morgan. Dutch’s top gun. The enforcer. You’ve seen him break men with his two hands, those two hands that clench at his side as he struggles with some semblance of control.

In this moment, you imagine those hands on you.

Something, perhaps the traitorous clenching of your cunt around nothing when you look at him, goads you into speaking up.

“Want to join me, Arthur?”

Your voice is soft, breathy, when it reaches his ear. He continues to stare, gnawing at his lower lip for moments that seem like an eternity.

His cock is so hard it’s almost painful, straining against the fabric of his jeans. A cool breeze rushes in from the lake and you shiver, the goose flesh that springs up on your skin makes him itch to touch you. Even feet away, he can see your nipples darken and harden.

“Are you coming?” You whisper at him, your hand slowly raising toward his still form.

The double entendre is not lost on him.

Arthur hasn’t been one to be guided by his cock, certainly not recently. Not in years. He’s not one to seek out whores in far-flung cattle towns the gang rolls through like a prairie wind. But Christ , if you aren’t here, hand outstretched, beckoning him to come to you.

His gun belt lands on the ground with a clatter. Arthur is kicking his boots off while shrugging his suspenders down his arms, fevered in his movements. His satchel joins his belt on the ground. He refuses to look away from your figure, refuses to give up a single moment of the moon shining down on the expanse of your skin.

Arthur works at the buttons of his work shirt, one by one, as his breathing becomes heavier. He nearly rips his shirt off, it falls to the ground over his discarded gun belt. The Lemoyne heat and humidity are stifling, and he has forgone a union suit underneath his clothing.

You suck in a breath, and he sees a glint of hunger in your eyes, beginning to match what he’s sure is emanating from his own.

His hands glide to the buttons of his pants, pressing them between the fabric eyes, his cock insistent against his fly.

One, two, three.

You stare at him, your gaze darting downward from his hungry eyes to his broad chest, covered in wiry hair. His arms, muscled and sculpted and brawny. The way his waist slightly tapers inward down to his hips. He is hewn from decades of intensive labor, the chase of violence, living on the lam.

The trail of dark hair from his navel that disappears under his pants becomes more and more visible to your gaze at each button he undoes. His fly hangs open for a moment, before he hooks both of his hands at the sides of his pants and slides them down, baring himself to you the way you are to him. He tosses his pants into the pile of clothing on the shore.

He steps into the water, unafraid, confident, driven. Wading toward you, the water creeping up with each step, up his calves, past his knees, up his thighs to where his engorged cock hangs heavy.

Arthur reaches you, his hungry hands on your body as your breath hitches, shivering as you close your eyes. A thumb brushes over one of your nipples. Fingers dance across the soft skin of your inner thigh, moving closer to the apex, and you widen your stance unconsciously, as your hands find their way to his chest, palms spread wide over the planes of his solid pectorals.

Your eyes snap open as your breath quickens, Arthur drags the knuckle of his pointer finger between your folds. You gasp, and in response his mouth hangs open, his other hand leaving your breast to dart down to his cock, stroking it slowly as he rubs at your core.

“A-Arthur,” you stutter, one of your hands moving to his forearm, clenching it tightly as he presses against you.

“ Jesus , woman.” He slips a finger inside you and you keen, head thrown back and gasping to the nighttime sky. Arthur groans in response, his other hand moving from his cock to grasp roughly at the back of your neck, pulling you forward, nearly stumbling into him, and captures your lips with his own, smothering your high-pitched wail with his mouth.

The hard, hot line of him is pressed against your hip, insistent, and as you quickly get used to his ministrations in your cunt, you reach between your bodies to ghost your palm over his cock, taking the place of his hand that is winding through the hair at the nape of your neck.

It’s his turn to groan, and you feel the vibrations of the low register of his voice down your spine, he juts his hips against you. He pulls away, gasping, pupils blown. His hand moves slowly back from your neck to cup your jaw, the rough skin of his thumb tracing your lips.

You open your lips and take his thumb in your mouth, sucking gently. His eyes widen, mouth twitching for a moment. You feel him push a second finger into your cunt and you burn , your teeth clenching down on his thumb gently as you suck.

You know, you know , that there is no going back from here, that you’re about to tread on dangerous ground, but from the way your vision narrows to the pulsing of your blood underneath your skin, you don’t care.

Arthur stares down at you, his thumb in your mouth, fingers in your cunt. One of your hands lazily strokes at his cock, your thumb swiping over its head every few strokes.

He draws his hand from your mouth and leans back in to take your lips against his again. His tongue presses against yours. You’re completely pliant against him.

“Gonna fuck y’ now.” He pants into your mouth, taking his hands from their places and quickly grabbing the undersides of your thighs, hoisting you from the water as your hands find his shoulders. Your legs immediately wrap around his hips.

Your lips remain locked on his as he wades back toward the shoreline, and once he’s out of the water, he’s sinking to his knees, bending over to lay you out on the ground.

Your hands card through his honeyed locks, as he presses his lips to yours again. He settles in between your hips, his cock pressing against your thigh.

You moan into his mouth, and one of your hands reaches between the two of you to grasp him, guiding him in between your thighs.

He pushes inside.

It’s slow, as much as he wants to fuck you until you scream, he can get to that later. Inch by torturous inch, he presses forward, until the bones of both of your hips touch, and he is buried deep within you.

Christ, you’re just as tight, wet, and warm as he’d thought you’d be.

He grunts, rolling his hips back to withdraw, then pushing forward again, swallowing your moan as his lips remain on yours.

There he is, fucking you on the sandy shoreline of Flat Iron Lake, the both of you naked as the day you were born, kissed by moonlight. He pulls away from your lips, and you both breathe fast, panting breaths.

“ God -” you croon, your blunt nails digging into his back.

He chuckles lowly, “Not quite.”

Arthur loops one of your legs over his shoulder, and your babbling becomes incoherent as he widens the yaw of your legs, and you struggle to keep your eyes open.

He’s careening toward completion, that feeling deep in his gut where he knows he’s about to have this burning energy that’s overtaking him pulled out through his cock.

You’re shamelessly moaning beneath him, gasping syllables of his name. God, hopefully, you ain’t so loud the camp hears you, cause there would be absolutely no hiding what he’s doing to you.

“I’m, ooh- god…” you spit out, voice breathy as you begin to arch underneath him, your cunt embarrassingly wet, the squelching of his thrusts becoming louder as you cry out, clenching around his cock, scratching his back near painfully. Arthur continues to fuck you through your release, chasing his own as his breathing tumbles into panting as he slams his hips into your own. He lets your leg down from his shoulder.

Arthur pulls out with not a moment to spare, the hot spatter of his release against your inner thigh as your back continues to arch against him. He groans, his forehead against yours, out of breath, barely holding himself up as his forearms bracket either side of your head.

You sigh, satiated, breathy, slowly coming down from your high, “Mister Morgan.”

“At your service, ma’am.” He places his head in the hollow of your shoulder, nipping slightly at your neck before he rolls off of you.

You’re both covered in sandy mud, streaks of the red clay that helps give Scarlett Meadows its name coating your skin.

“Looks like I need another bath. I was almost done, ‘fore you interrupted me.” You sit up, wiping at a smudge of mud on your hip bone.

“Mm, could help ya there, if y’ need it.”

You roll your eyes at him, and he reaches over to pinch at your hip, causing you to giggle and scoot further away from him.

“Arthur. Knock it off or we ain’t ever gonna get clean.” You scold but cannot keep the smile from your face. You push yourself up to stand, moving back toward the water, stepping in gingerly, wading out until you can sink down so the water covers your shoulders.

Arthur reclines back, propped up on his elbow, watching you pick leaves and twigs from your long hair.

You turn around, catching his eye. “You coming in?”

Arthur snorts, looking down, but cannot keep the grin from his face. He pushes himself up from the ground, standing up and wading into the water.

“Y’know, Mister, you ain’t half bad.”

“You ain’t half bad yourself, Miss.”

He circles you, your hair fanned out in the water. You eye him with a glint of mischief.

“I wouldn’t mind if we did that from time to time.”

“Oh? Would you now….” He reaches toward you, and you push a small wave of water at him in response.

“Mhm. But not now. You’ve got mud on your face.”

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*slides you money* I heard you were three seconds from a treatise on David Lange and Mururoa and the Rainbow Warrior?

BY POPULAR DEMAND (ok you and like three other people asked)...

The core fact that you gotta know if you want to talk about New Zealand and nuclear weapons is that campaigning for nuclear disarmament and maintaining a legal nuclear-free zone in our territorial waters has been the core of our independent foreign policy as a country for nearly forty years, since the mid-1980s. This developed over the 60s and 70s from a popular groundswell of anti-nuclear sentiment focused around continued atmospheric nuclear testing in the Pacific by France as well as visits from nuclear-powered (and potentially nuclear-armed) American warships. It evolved into government action; left-wing governments took France to court to demand an end to testing and sent naval frigates to the nuclear test area to protest with Government ministers on board.

This was crystallised in 1985 when a photographer was killed in the state-sponsored terrorist bombing of the Rainbow Warrior, a Greenpeace ship conducting protests at the French nuclear test site of Mururoa. The bombing was carried out by French spies who were decorated when they returned to France (after France promised they would be jailed) and led to a prolonged diplomatic rift between New Zealand and France. The subsequent passing of nuclear-free legislation in 1987, banning nuclear-powered or armed ships visiting our waters, led to New Zealand's suspension from the ANZUS (Australia, New Zealand, and the United States) military alliance. David Lange, the Prime Minister at the time, opined famously that "The only thing worse than being incinerated by your enemies, is being incinerated by your friends." The ban still has such wide bipartisan support that it's simply not on the table now for even our right-wing parties; infamously, in the early 2000s one Leader of the Opposition told an American congressional delegation that the ban would be 'gone by lunchtime' if he became Prime Minister. This wasn't the DIRECT cause of his eventual toppling but it certainly didn't help. Nobody else has gone near it since.

I am, however, excrutiatingly aware that while our nuclear-free stance is viewed internally by New Zealanders as central to our national identity - there's a well-known song and it was even controversially used this year in a beer ad as a signifier of national pride - nobody else remembers. Particularly the Americans and the French. Seared into my brain is Scott Brown (yes that one) arriving here as the new US Ambassador in 2016 and going on the radio to talk earnestly about how Kiwis didn't realise that nuclear fallout wasn't restricted by national borders, c.f. North Korea, as if anti-nuclear campaigning wasn't...well...see all of the above. READ YOUR GODDAMN BRIEFING PACKETS ON THE PLANE, SCOTT, IT'S A FOURTEEN-HOUR FLIGHT.

So what does that mean for the Locked Tomb books?

As the linked article about the beer ad notes, anti-nuclear protesting has been a site not only of national identity formation but specifically Indigenous protest in the Pacific. It is Pasifika peoples who have borne the brunt of nuclear testing and much of the early anti-nuclear movement in Aotearoa was led by Māori and Pasifika, and closely tied to the anti-apartheid movement which focused on the removal or restriction of Māori and Pasifika rugby players on tours to apartheid South Africa.

In Nona the Ninth, it becomes clear that John (a Māori man) and G- (whose ethnicity is not specified but 'reads' as most likely Māori or Pasifika in context), as well as their friends, blackmailed the US government for a suitcase nuke and eventually used it to bomb Melbourne, with John then causing nuclear armageddon around the world. This is, uh, emphatically not the same thing as "Twitch streamers [John & co] nuking New Zealand", as chill as I generally am with the eliding of detail for joke posts. This is a Māori man from and in New Zealand nuking first Australia and then the rest of the world.

This is, obviously, if you're coming from the historical context, hugely transgressive in a way I can only describe as a...horror of agency? The horror of saying, what if we were willing to do the thing that we identify ourselves as a nation as being against under all circumstances? What if instead of standing nobly against nuclear weapons, for reasons of moral indefensibility, we were the ones to pull the trigger? What if our culture and our people survived the apocalypse because one of us started it, instead of us surviving by virtue of being so small, so on the edge of the world, so carelessly left off world maps?

And as to why it matters that it's Melbourne - New Zealand has a...complicated relationship with Australia that's hard to directly parallel to anywhere else (it's sort of like Canada and the US but also not like Canada and the US in any way that Canadians or Americans ever interpret that statement in my experience). In particular, there is huge anxiety in Australia about New Zealand as a source of non-white (and specifically Māori and Pasifika) emigration to Australia. Australian immigration policy, while technically retaining free movement between the two nations, has grown more and more restrictive over the last twenty years. Right now the central point of conflict is a policy of deporting mostly Māori and Pasifika New Zealand-born prisoners back to New Zealand on completion of their sentences, regardless of how old they were when they came to Australia, resulting in a large body of traumatised people with zero community ties being dumped back here and - no surprises! - frequently turning to crime. There's A Lot Going On There. Added to which the Christchurch mosque shooter deliberately travelled here from Australia to carry out his terrorism. And yet also, hundreds of thousands of us live there and many more have relatives and friends there.

And Melbourne? Melbourne is like....the cool Australian city, if you're a New Zealander. Sydney is too big (the same population as our whole country!) and too...everything, Brisbane and the Gold Coast are tropical and so kinda weird, Adelaide and Perth? we don't know them, but Melbourne is aspirational. Melbourne is the kind of city Wellington and Auckland would like to be when they grow up, maybe. They have laneways and culture and a working tram system. But it's also a very...white kind of cool. The kind enjoyed by rich Pākehā who can afford to go on weekend shopping holidays there.

So yeah. John and G- and the crew nuke Melbourne and it's a nexus of all these tensions old and new, of who we think we are as people and as a nation, of how we relate to Australia which is our friend and nearest neighbour and our rival and our scapegoat (because they're the really racist ones, aren't they? If we say that loud enough, does it drown out the sounds of our own sins?)

It's a fantasy of power and a horror of it at the same time. I hope someone right now is writing a monograph on this, there's so much to dig into. But it deserves to be framed as what it is, as a response from a Kiwi author to our own history and identity. It deserves to be understood in context.

#the locked tomb #ntn spoilers #new zealand #history #nuclear disarmament

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The Back Seater and the Baker || Chapter 1 [Bob Floyd x f!OC]

Overview: Bob hasn't seen Haley Nichols since he was fifteen. But when Haley shows up out of the blue with one sentence that throws Bob for a loop – "I'm turning thirty in two weeks, are we still on?" – all of the feelings from their childhood return. Bob never thought that Haley would remember the marriage pact the two made when they were just kids, even if he never forgot. So what happens when Bob falls all over again for his childhood crush? And what will Bob do when he discovers the real reason she came back to capitalize on the pact is to secure her inheritance and save her bakery from bankruptcy? Will he believe Haley when she confesses that she loves him, too?

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x OC [Bakery owner Haley Nichols]

Tropes: Marriage pact

Chapter summary: Bob gets a surprise at his front door; Haley grapples with how to save her bakery business

Warnings: Cursing, alcohol

Word count: 3K

Series masterlist here; next chapter here

It had been a long day. Bob was dragging the moment he left the training facility, drenched in sweat, dehydrated from a day in the skies.

The only thing he was looking forward to was taking a nice cold shower, putting on a pair of pajamas and ordering Thai food.

So when the doorbell rang just as he was pulling on a shirt, hair still wet from the shower, he groaned audibly.

“Fuck,” he whispered to himself, padding down the hallway of his small cottage. He thought it would be Phoenix with a case of beer under her arm, or Bradley with the door to his Bronco flung open, beckoning Bob to join everyone at the Hard Deck.

He yanked the door open perhaps a little too hard, face stone cold in preparation for turning down whatever nitwit idea his friends had.

That’s why you were almost knocked over from the weight of his angry stare as the wooden door swung open.

Bob’s eyes went wide as he took you in, standing on his doorstep, a smile spread across your face.

“Haley?” Bob asked. He sounded like he was seeing a ghost. That’s what happens when you haven’t seen or spoken to someone in fifteen years, you thought. He looked older, but so much better. Blond hair pushed back messy from his face, wire glasses perched precariously on his delicate doll-like nose, blue eyes wide and clear, perfect little pink lips opened in surprise.

“Hi Bobby,” you whispered softly.

“What, uh, what are you doing here?” he stammered.

You grinned. “I turn thirty in two weeks,” you said as realization started to creep through Bob’s brain. “Are we still on?”

***

You were nine when you met Bob Floyd for the first time.

You were thirteen when you decided you loved him.

You were fifteen the last time you saw him, or at least what you thought would be the last time. Waving his hand in the middle of the street as you sobbed, watching him from the back of your dad’s pickup truck, your fingers pressed against the glass in the back of the cab as you sat turned around in the backseat, watching until his form became so small that he disappeared beyond a hill in the road.

You were thirty the next time you saw Bob, standing on his doorstep, asking if he remembered the marriage pact that the two of you had made as kids in the South Carolina low country.

***

You were up to your ears in buttercream. Or at least, that’s what it felt like. Why you had agreed to take on a three-hundred person wedding two days before the event you had no idea.

Actually, you did know why. They were going to pay you four thousand dollars. And you desperately needed it.

“Need help in there?”

“God, please,” you groaned, using the sleeve of your jacket to push the hair out of your face as you filled a piping bag. “Can you stir the lemon curd?”

Calvin nodded, taking over at the stove, stirring the large vat with a wooden spoon. He looked you up and down. “No offense, but you look like shit.”

You rolled your eyes. “Well I’m not trying to win a beauty competition, just want to get through this wedding in one piece and I’ll be happy.”

“You shouldn’t have taken it,” he said, as if you didn’t already know that. “We’re behind as it is.”

“In more ways than one,” you huffed, bending over the metal prep station, swirling a perfect ring around the edges of the cupcakes.

Calvin put one hand on his slim hip. “You gonna make me say it?”

“Say what?”

“We’re both thinking the same thing,” he said. “Grandma Lee.”

You looked up at him with eyebrows furrowed. “No fucking way.”

Calvin shrugged. “Then it’s your funeral. And the bakery’s.”

“Were you this much of a pill in culinary school?” you asked.

“One thousand percent,” he said with a grin. “Even worse when I was dating Dylan. God, remember him? He was gorgeous.”

“He stole from you,” you reminded him.

“Yeah, but he was hot.”

You laughed, shaking your head as Calvin flicked off the heat on the stove. “Grandma Lee is not an option.”

“Why not? She’s filthy rich and old as fuck.”

“Because she hates me,” you said. “And she’s mean.”

“Mean, but rich,” Calvin reminded you with a knowing look.

You set the pastry bag down on the metal table with a sigh.

He held up his hands in a sign of defeat. “Hey, it’s not my business that’s about to go down the toilet,” he said. “Way I see it is, either you marry a billionaire overnight, you call Grandma Lee, or you lose the bakery in three months when the bank forecloses.”

“Isn’t there a secret fourth option?”

“Nope.”

You refilled the pastry bag. “Sell feet pictures on the internet?”

“With those fucking hobbit feet? You’d be lucky if they didn’t make you pay to post those.”

You rolled your eyes. He was right and you both knew it. Even if you hated to admit it.

***

You brought it up first, on a crisp fall day as the two of you were walking through the marshes. Bob didn’t know it yet but you were moving in a few weeks. You refused to admit that it was real. That it was happening. Instead, you grabbed Bob’s hand.

“Bobby?” you whispered.

He smiled at you. Behind him, the sun was starting to set softly, tossing a halo of light around Bob’s already golden head. “Yeah?”

“How old is old, do you think?”

He smirked. “I don’t know, thirty?”

“So if I’m thirty and still not married, and you’re thirty and single, should we do it? Get married?”

He squeezed your fingers. Bob looked at you like you turned on the sun every day, lighting up the world. You could feel his smile all the way to your toes. He grinned. “No way will you not be married by then.”

“Shut up.”

Bob laughed. You loved the way he laughed. He didn’t do it often, only when the two of you were alone. He was shy back then, and quiet. He hid behind a pair of bulky glasses, shirts a size too big, a backpack overloaded with books. But you loved him. You had said so six months before, as the two of you kissed for the first time under a weeping willow on the edge of your grandparents' property.

He had said it back. It was the best day of your life.

You looked at Bob expectantly and he realized you were serious. You were the one with all of the ideas. Bob was just along for the ride. But he knew even back then that you wouldn’t lead him astray.

He trusted you.

Bob leaned in, brushing the hair from your face back behind one ear, the right one which stuck out more than the left. He nodded. “OK,” he whispered. “I’ll marry you when we're thirty.”

“Shake on it,” you murmured, sticking out one hand. Bob slid his long, slender fingers into yours and you wrapped your warm ones around his, gripping him tightly. You never wanted to let him go. “No going back,” you added.

“I wouldn’t dare.”

***

“I, uh, what?” Bob stuttered, his mouth still popped open in shock. He shook his head quickly. “I mean, um, come in, we’re letting the cold air out.”

You stepped over the threshold and Bob closed the door until it was just the two of you standing in the small foyer of his house, staring at each other.

Bob adjusted his glasses with one hand. They were wireframes now, and his blue eyes looked massive behind them. You hadn’t expected the fervor that would course through your veins, seeing him again. The desire. How even after fifteen years, it felt like he was the first boy to ever look at you and truly notice you.

You smiled. “Got anything to drink?”

Bob frowned, stepping into the kitchen and you followed him. He opened the fridge, scanning it with his eyes. “It’s been a while since I’ve been to the store,” he admitted before pulling out a bottle of sparkling water. “I have this?”

“Anything stronger?”

He shook his head. “Sorry, my teammates pretty much cleared me out last time they were here.”

“That’s fine,” you said, reaching out a hand. Your fingers brushed over Bob’s and he almost dropped the bottle but you caught it, smiling up at him. He felt woozy. “Sit,” you said. “You look a little green.”

“Thanks.” Bob took a seat at the small kitchen nook in the corner and you rummaged around for glasses before pulling out two and pouring water into each. You slid one toward Bob.

“Drink,” you said and he lifted the glass to his mouth, sucking half of it down. “Feel better?”

He shook his head. “Haley, what are you doing here?” he asked softly.

Your smile fell and Bob wanted to kick himself. “You’re not happy to see me.”

“Honey, that’s not it,” he said and that small drawl came jutting out. You smiled. “It’s just, it’s unexpected. It’s been a while.”

“I know.” You leaned forward, pressing one hand over his on the wooden table. “I’m sorry about that.”

“Not your fault,” Bob said. “We were just kids.”

“I could have tried to stay in touch better,” you murmured.

“We tried,” he whispered. "We did our best." The unspoken hovered between the two of you.

You nodded. “I’ve missed you, Bobby.”

“How’d you know where to find me?” he asked.

“Grandma Lee.”

Bob nodded. Your grandmother knew everyone and everything in Mount Pleasant. No doubt she had somehow kept track of the Floyds.

Bob studied you. You were beautiful. As kids, you had been a little gangly, awkward. By fifteen, the year you moved away, you were just starting to come into your beauty. But now, another fifteen years had passed and Bob could barely believe he was breathing next to you. Caramel colored hair, big green eyes, stunningly white smile. Your fingers pressed into his. “Bobby,” you whispered. “What are you doing tonight?”

“I, uh, I don’t have plans.”

“Let’s go out,” you said. “Dinner. On me.”

“It’s been a long day, Peanut,” he mumbled and you smiled at the nickname.

“OK. What about tomorrow?”

“Um.”

You grinned. “Not taking no for an answer, Bobby.”

He frowned. “What are you doing here?” he asked again. “In San Diego.”

“I came to see you.”

“After fifteen years?”

“If you don’t want to get dinner, I understand.”

“No, no!” Bob shook his head furiously and you smiled. “I just, feels random is all.”

“I had some vacation time,” you said, “and like I said, I’m turning thirty at the end of the month.”

“You can’t be serious.” For the first time, Bob raised his eyes to yours.

Your lips pulled back in a perfect smile and Bob felt it in every inch and crevice of his body. He thought you would have forgotten about him. Even if he had never forgotten you.

Somehow, you had always been there in the back of his mind. A looming countdown. Perhaps he had always just been counting down the days until he turned thirty on the off chance you showed up, looking to seal the deal the two of you had made over a decade ago. And now here you were, like he was dreaming.

You shrugged, lips still quirked up in a smirk. “Maybe, maybe not,” you said, teasing. “Don’t you want to find out?”

***

Bob tapped his foot nervously. On the bar next to him, a ginger ale was growing warm.

“Floyd? You doing OK?” Nat took a sip of beer and squinted at him. “You look antsy.”

Bob thought about confiding in her. Of the daggers, he was closest to Phoenix. But on the other hand, he hadn’t wanted to bring you here tonight. He had wanted the two of you to simply get dinner somewhere off the beaten track. But when he had gotten conned into going to the bar for pre-birthday drinks for Fanboy, he texted you to move your date and you had volunteered to meet at the Hard Deck first before heading to the restaurant.

Phoenix leveled Bob with her brown eyes. “Spill.”

He shook his head. “It’s nothing. Just don’t want to stay too late.”

She looked over at the corner where the group was already calling for shots. “They’re going to get rowdy. I say stay for one more round and then you can Irish goodbye.”

Bob nodded, picking at the cup of pretzels between his legs. He was too nervous to notice that you had just stepped into the bar, wearing a pair of jeans and a tight tank top, brown hair pulled back into a soft bun with a few tendrils framing your face. You spotted Bob immediately, his back partially turned to you, and started to make your way toward where he was sitting at the bar.

You tapped his shoulder twice and smiled as he turned, face automatically lighting up.

“Hi,” you whispered, cheeks flushing. Even in a bar crawling with men in uniform, Bob was still so handsome in a way that swept you off your feet.

“Hey,” he murmured, his eyes locked on yours. After a moment he scrambled to his feet. “Can I get you a drink?”

“Tequila soda? Casamigos if they have it.”

Bob raised an eyebrow but nodded. He turned around and flagged down the bartender as you fidgeted. Nearby, a group of rowdy men were on their way back toward the bar when a handsome blond narrowed his gaze on you.

“Hey sugar,” he said and you placed his accent in a millisecond. “New here?”

“First time,” you said.

The brunette woman next to him smacked his arm. “Shut up, Hangman. Can’t you see she’s with Bob?”

Hangman barked out a laugh just as Bob turned around from the bar with your drink, handing it to you gently.

“Here you go,” he said. “No Casamigos, I’m afraid, but Penny said this was good.”

You accepted the glass and took a sip. “Thanks, Bobby.”

Hangman turned his gaze between the two of you. “You know Bob?”

You let your free arm wiggle up over Bob’s broad shoulder, resting on the back of his head as your fingers threaded through his hair. “I’m his fiancé.”

All eyes turned to you. Bob blushed. “She didn’t mean that.”

You shrugged, taking another sip of your drink. “Well, technically he hasn’t proposed. But I think he’s going to.” You winked up at Bob and he turned a darker shade of crimson.

The brunette crossed her arms over her chest with a smirk. “Care to fill us in, Floyd?”

“Guys, this is Haley.” Bob held out one palm toward you. “Haley, this is the squad. That’s Phoenix, Fanboy Hangman, Rooster, Payback and Coyote.”

“I’ll never remember those names. Except maybe Coyote, I like that one.”

The taller man in the back grinned. “Thank you, ma’am.”

“Haley,” Phoenix said, settling down on a stool. “We’re going to need the full story of how you know Floyd here.”

“Oh, you know,” you said softly. “Childhood friends fall in love. Girl moves away. Girl comes back fifteen years later because her thirtieth birthday is coming up to see if boy still remembers the pact the two had to get married when they were thirty if they were both still single.”

Rooster barked out a laugh in the back of the group. You dropped your hand from Bob’s shoulder, letting it dangle at your side, brushing against his hip.

“But I’m having a hard time convincing him,” you said with a smirk. “Maybe there’s someone else.” Despite your light tone, your heart froze in your chest. What if there was someone else?

Bob looked down at you softly, shaking his head. “There’s nobody else, Peanut.”

“Floyd here has been girl-free as long as I’ve known him,” Hangman said, clapping Bob on the shoulder before ordering another beer at the bar.

Bob grimaced as Rooster piped up for him. “Not to say he doesn’t get hit on his fair share,” Rooster added. “Bob is a hot commodity around here.”

“Not true.” Bob’s voice was quiet. Without thinking, you intertwined your fingers in his at your side and squeezed. He looked over at you and you smiled reassuringly.

“So how long has it been since you’ve seen each other?” Rooster asked.

“Fifteen years.” You glazed over the summer that you turned seventeen. It was something you and Bob hadn’t spoken about since it happened. Perhaps it was better to stay unsaid.

“Long time,” Phoenix said, tipping her head, examining you. “Why’d you come back?”

“Had some vacation days,” you said. “And I’ve never been to San Diego.”

Phoenix nodded but there was something behind her eyes. Bob squeezed your hand affectionately. “We actually have dinner reservations,” he said quietly, “so we should be getting going.”

There was a collection of groans from the team and you smiled, eyes trained on Bob. The two of you made your way out of the bar and you were pleasantly surprised to find that one of his hands was pressed against your back, guiding you through the crowd.

“This is me.” Bob pointed to a black pickup truck.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” He frowned. “You don’t like it?”

“Oh that’s not it,” you said, pulling open the passenger door and scooting in. “Just not what I expected.”

“What did you expect?” he asked, tugging the truck into gear and peeling off down the road.

You leaned your head back against the headrest, looking over at him. “You’re different,” you whispered, eyes freely examining him. “In a good way. Better than I had hoped, I guess.”

Bob gripped the wheel tightly, eyes locked on the road. He snuck a glance over and noticed you taking him in and blushed. “You’re more beautiful than I imagined,” he murmured.

“So you’ve thought of me?” you teased.

“Peanut,” Bob said and the nickname rolled around in the cab of the truck, penetrating every pore on your body. It was syrupy and delicious and it rolled off his tongue like he had never stopped saying it. “I never stopped thinking about you.”

“You’re the one that got away, Bobby,” you whispered, turning to face back through the windshield. “Always were.”

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thefiery-phoenix · 8 months

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PLATONIC YANDERE MANAGER KIM X READER (MANAGER KIM)

Manager Kim as a dad would be insanely protective of you and a literal definition of a helicopter parent and rightfully so considering all that he's been through in his life with crackheaded mafia bosses and North and South Korean gangsters chase after him and the military and whatnot. Needless to say, he's lived a really rough life and he'll be damned if he let anything happen to you and Minji because of his past. He'll do his best to shield you from the horrors of his past and make sure you only have happy memories and things to think about

He's a bit sad that Minji seems to dislike him but takes comfort and solace in the fact that you like him. You cannot have friends till he runs a full background check on them and after rounds and rounds of interrogation to find out their intentions with you, only then will he allow you to hang out with him, of course, you'll have to call him every 10 minutes and he'll know about your location anyway because of the GPS tracker he's installed on your phone. Plus, you have your older sister Minji looking out for you too so everything will be fine

Everything else is secondary, you're important to him, more than you know and can imagine. He would literally murder and kill anyone who dares to have the thought of harming you and Minji. In fact he has. A few weeks ago a new bookstore opened up near your house and you were pretty excited to check it out since you had a fondness for books. He allowed you to explore it only if Minji could accompany you as well, which she would have done in the first place, she's equally overprotective of you as well with the overwhelming and constant urge to protect her younger sibling from danger and guide them in the time of their need

The bookstore was a quaint little place and you loved the cozy aura and warmth it radiated. While you were busy checking the books out, a few men who appeared to be members of the Yakuza entered the store. Minji instinctively rushed in front of you and threatened them to leave as they simply sneered at her. One of them leered at you with a wide grin on his face as he spoke "Boss will be happy to have a cutie like you in bed with him... or if he doesn't want you, don't worry, I'll take care of you and show you a good time... we can share among my pals too if you want~" Minji got livid at the garbage they spewed as you felt disgusted and slightly scared about what these men might do to you. You didn't have fighting lessons as a kid and you definitely didn't know how to fight a full grown man from the Yakuza

A few seconds later, you heard a few men groaning in agony as you noticed two people move with lightning speed, disarming the men and tactically fighting them. You took a closer look and couldn't believe your eyes when you saw your dad and his friend, Hansu Seong just dodging their punches with ease and delivering punches and kicks like it was nothing. Your dad had a chain with him as he wrapped it around the neck of someone and chocked him with it till he passed out cold. You stared in admiration as Hansu leaped at a great height and kicked his opponents, rendering them with agony and brutal pain

After they ensured you were all right, Manager Kim got you out of that damned bookstore immediately. It turned out they belonged to one of the most prominent yakuza gangs of the country and were sent since your dad had a tiff with their boss. After this incident, you weren't allowed to go anywhere without him or Hansu anymore. He kept a strict eye and monitored your electronic usage as well, limiting you to only an hour on your phone or laptop while he's in the same room with you. There are reports of hackers installing malware into computer systems, he just wants to keep you safe from harm

You'll soon grow weary and fed up with this lifestyle of not being able to do your own thing anymore. You can reason, argue or even cry for that matter with your dad but he won't budge from his decision. As much as it pains him when you're upset, he can't risk your safety. Your safety is more important to him than anything else. It's not like you can exactly ask your dear older sister Minji for help anyway, she'll know what you're planning and instantly report it to her dad and the two of them will shut down whatever idea was forming in that head of yours without even getting to execute it. If you have a diary you can bet your allowance she WILL read it, every page and every word

It's not like she wants to invade your privacy or anything, she just wants to know more about you and keep a protective watchful eye over you like any good older sibling does. If you have a crush or someone broke your heart, she'll inform your dad about it immediately and before you know it that particular family will leave the country as soon as possible. Your dad and your sister like spoiling you with whatever you ask for, anything you ask, you receive except for your freedom of course

You can't really go ask Hansu or Jincheol for help either, Jincheol will just egg Manager Kim on with how risky things are outside for a young little thing like yourself and you need protection. You can't trust Taehun and Dabin either, they'll snitch on you anyway to their dads and their dads will inform yours and before you know it, you'll have a whole squad looking for you if you ever thought about running away or escaping. Surprisingly not even Taehun will assist you in running away, he'll just swat you on the head and tell you to forget the idea and go back to your dad. You clearly aren't meant to be alone in a cruel world

I guarantee you, it won't even be 5 minutes before your dad finds you and will just carry you like a sack of flour with a stoic expression. However his heart is bleeding with pain and regret, not because of his parenting but because you felt the need to run away since you obviously thought he wasn't showering you with more attention. "I recommend some nice hot dinner and a good night's sleep to forget about the night you've had... it's dangerous what you've done" said Hansu, his voice a bit stern as he adjusted his glasses. "As much as I'm all for having fun, you did give your old man a damn heart attack running away like that, don't do that kid..." said Jincheol as you were carried back home. You sighed in defeat and realized dejectedly that there really was no way out for you. Might as well just give up. No one would help you anyway, not even the police officers who know all too well about your dad's records with the government. No one wants to mess with an ex war veteran after all, not unless they have a death wish...

#yandere manager kim #yandere manager kim x reader #yandere manager kim x reader webtoon #yandere manager kim oneshots #manager kim manhwa #manager kim webtoon #manager kim #platonic yandere manager kim imagines #platonic yandere manager kim headcanons #platonic manager kim oneshots #platonic yandere manager kim scenarios #platonic yandere hansu seong #platonic yandere jincheol park #platonic yandere minji x reader #platonic yandere manager kim characters #platonic yandere manager kim characters x reader

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sanctaignorantia · 2 months

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Starting another text about how my mind is deteriorating as I think more about Death Stranding 2. Here we go!

Today we're going to talk about how I believe Fragile will be the friend who betrays us in the sequel, but not because she's bad, but because she had no choice or because she's in a risky situation.

Let's start with a few points (which may be confusing because my memory isn't great, sorry). During my conversations with @love-bigboss1fan-me about Metal Gear and how Kojima's mind works within his worlds I came to a few conclusions. Let's get started!

-> Fragile and Higgs will be "on the same side".

If we were to put APAC as the common point between Higgs and Fragile then I could assume that both would be working "together", without knowing it, or knowing it, but still with a certain dislike between them.

How did I come to this conclusion? Coffin.

Coffin is the only thing that closely links Higgs to Fragile and I am very suspicious of the ease with which Fragile closed Fragile Express simply to open Drawbridge. The Qpid that Sam will now wear is basically the same design as the necklace that Coffin wore. Higgs' cool sarcophagus has the same ideas, so we have Coffin linking Fragile and Higgs here.

And you know what's bizarre? I was looking for these photos and then I thought "Fragile's father reminds me of Higgs…", the type of hair, the style, I don't know…

But then you ask yourself "why would Fragile be involved?" - Was the design of the new Qpid made by Drawbridge or APAC? The DHV Magellan is something that was given to Fragile by APAC so I assume that all the technology Drawbridge has is thanks to APAC, the ship, the Qpid and the "rings". And then we come to the second very funny thing that makes me think APAC has Coffin's finger in the middle.

I thought this new technology represented rings, but it could also be miçanga, remember?

A bead (miçanga in brazilian portuguese) is a small decorative object made from natural materials such as stones, bones, shells, wood or, in most cases, glass. They are usually used to decorate necklaces (or any other ornament made from glass), and are recognizable because they have a small hole in the center for threading or stringing. They are then attached to a string, chain or necklace. Their colors and different shapes are widely used in fashion, handicrafts and decoration to create unique pieces. The use of beads originated in South Africa and surrounding countries, where they have a spiritual value, since these necklaces were used in their early days for prayer or devotion, or perhaps to ward off evil spirits. For indigenous peoples, their meaning is not purely aesthetic, for them there is a question linked to ancestry and corporeality. x

Coffin hands the miçanga to her husband and then he hands it to Fragile. The object is purely a bridge between mother and daughter and then becomes a bridge between Sam and Fragile.

These new miçangas will be used by us (Sam) and the entire Drawbridge team, each miçanga is a "knot" that is joined by a large cord, leaving everyone united.

So we have the design of the coffins, we have the miçanga, we have APAC behind Drawbridge and Higgs (according to theories), then we have Coffin. "But ah… Coffin is dead!" - Cool, since when was that an impediment in Death Stranding? Since when, for Kojima, is killing someone the end of the line? And I'm talking now because I have knowledge of MGS and all the architecture behind "bringing people back to life through AIs" - here in Death Stranding 2 we'll be going into a world that's "very Metal Gear on Kojima's part" so I think it's important to take into account the fact that he's going to CONTINUE using Metal Gear references. And I say continue because DS1 already has a lot of references...

Coffin may be dead, but her ideals still survive somewhere, in someone, and just as we believe that Higgs raised this cult of Amelie as an extinction entity, we can assume that leaving Coffin with her ideals somewhere, germinating, would not be crazy. The next point would be to think that there is something behind Coffin, in case Coffin is "the face" of APAC? Probably. This is Kojima we're talking about, and in terms of manipulation, things work like an onion.

In DS1 Fragile tells Sam the "whole truth" that Higgs tells her, before she leaves him behind on the Beach. Knowing the unknown field that is Higgs Monaghan I would have thought that handsome son of a bitch had a card up his sleeve from the start. He had to. He didn't look like someone desperate in the face of imminent destruction. So taking on his big Hollywood starring role, because acting is also his "thing", it would be easy for him to keep telling truths that hurt and he obviously does with Fragile since he was "about to die", but what would stop him from telling her that he also worked with Coffin?

They are damaged goods and damaged goods with common points that hurt both parties, they are already deeply connected by the red thread of destiny, they are already part of that great string full of miçangas.

Assuming that in the trailer 1 when Fragile escapes with Lou, the vehicle she uses already contains the Drawbridge logo, then she will basically have had her team assembled since the beginning of DS2. I'm going to conclude that, in trailer 2, when we hear her telling Sam that she's closed down Fragile Express and set up Drawbridge, it's actually at the very beginning of the game, probably in one of the scenes where we have Fragile visiting Sam to look after Lou for a few moments. So these visits will be frequent in the same way that Fragile's insistence on Sam coming to work with her at Drawbridge will initially be frequent. When the trailer 1 comes to an end and Fragile invites Sam to meet her crew, that's Fragile's last attempt to convince Sam to work with her, and guess what? It works because Lou is gone… There's nothing left for Sam… AGAIN!

We have some points that I haven't been able to think about yet, like Higgs. If he's with APAC because there's Coffin's "face" behind it, then why is his cult for Amelie and not for her? That sort of thing. But let's leave it alone because I believe that, although Higgs and Fragile may have this much in common, they still have particularities that will set them apart.

-> Higgs is not so "bad".

Evil is a point of view, and in my honest opinion Higgs was never a villain, he was a victim.

As @love-bigboss1fan-me always reminds me, no robot/human character in MGS is a total villain. They always come across as "neither friend nor foe" (although most of them are more like friends, but they don't admit it). So I'm taking into account that Higgs in DS2 will be an anti-hero. Messing around and creating chaos is still his thing, he's there to do it and he enjoys it, but he's going to help us.

Higgs in DS1 wasn't afraid to get close to Sam, to look him in the eye, to break the safe distance of Sam's private zone. No, Higgs wasn't. Higgs would pierce any barrier Sam put between them. Higgs puts his tongue in Sam's cheek without trembling, he likes it. But in trailer 2 he simply keeps his distance, he hardly looks Sam in the eye. He touches the gun, a soulless husk, he touches the puppet, knowing that it is a soulless little husk, and then he touches Lou's empty pod.

But while Sam? Well, he only touches Sam with his words and, probably, with his truths. When he says later on that Sam will have to seek the truth and that the pain he's in will only get worse, I don't believe he's only talking about Lou because later on we have lines from Fragile indicating that "it wasn't her intention to string him along". And it's not as if Fragile is the villain, perhaps the lie she tells Sam is exactly the omitted truth "I didn't tell you because you never asked!".

If Fragile and Higgs have a link to APAC because APAC is linked to Coffin, then why should this be Sam's business? Sam doesn't seem to share his visions of Cliff out there, so "everyone take care of your family" and we'll be fine, but back to Kojima and his way of telling stories, we know that family isn't exactly what descends from our own blood or genes, family is what passes on and leaves a connection in us. And connections are what Death Stranding is all about. Humanity needs to connect, because humanity is the Great Family here…

-> Is it Higgs who "kills" Lou?

I can see Kojima saying "we need to set it up so that everyone thinks Higgs is the one who shoots. Maybe he shoots Fragile, maybe Lou. But actually Higgs is shooting at whoever is chasing Fragile and Lou. Higgs is helping them."

They don't look shot to me. The background isn't even the same color and for the situation to get to where it is, with this fire and destruction, then there was a lot of fighting, something that just one shot would have solved, one shot would have ended the show.

And Higgs, like a good son of a bitch, is going to help with his own intentions behind it. He's going to help Fragile and Lou, but maybe he's going to kill whoever's after them while acting as if he killed Lou and got Lou out of there (here comes the theory that Lou is closely linked to Amelie and then Higgs' interest with his EE cult). Higgs had opportunities to destroy Fragile and never did, Higgs had opportunities to destroy that baby in the pod and never did. Higgs talks too much, but he wouldn't kill them. Fragile gave him a choice, shoot or be trapped forever on the Beach. Fragile was merciful so I don't see Higgs wanting to get back at her.

So how could Fragile become the "villain", but not because she wants to but because she "had no choice" or "is at risk"? APAC is a new face, a new company, Kojima likes to deliver the new as friendly and then that's not really a very friendly thing. We'll have APAC vs UCA then we have the top of the pyramid. These are dangerous names because they are names that have power, so these are the names that will be in control. Seducing Fragile and Higgs using their deepest connections isn't something new for Kojima either, we're still treading the same minefield as DS1 and the entire MGS franchise. The big problem is what's behind those masks, what's behind all the curtains when the show is about to start and then when it's over, what only the people who have that power in their hands will be seeing. We are just puppets, pawns.

You seduce them, hand them a fraction of that power through weapons and soldiers (for Higgs) and technology (for Fragile) while they believe they are using it for THEIR OWN INTERESTS, when in fact they are bait, they are "the pawn bridges" for the purpose of these "kings".

I don't believe that Higgs becomes "the villain" in DS1 because he wants to, and I don't need to explain his reasons. So here I don't believe that Fragile would be the "villain" because he wishes it when everything is about manipulations and well-rehearsed lies. Fragile is at risk because she does again what she condemned in DS1, she will ally herself again with something "faceless" because it gives her powe/and or has things in common (technology, dhv magellan, connect the world, make deliveries) and that will lead her into the hole. In the same way that we have Higgs doing again what he did in DS1, letting himself be seduced by icons. And we have Sam doing exactly what he didn't want to do in DS1, teaming up with a "great idea" to connect the world, this time, because it's the only thing he believes he's good at, and because he has nothing else left and because someone told him that it would heal him. THE SAME CYCLE IS STARTING ALL OVER AGAIN.

And when I talk about cycles that repeat themselves, I talk about reincarnation, I talk about how a spirit needs to repeat the same things during its spiritual journey so that it learns from its mistakes and breaks this karmic cycle and thus evolves. We see this in MGS with Hal, for example, breaking the "karmic cycle" that his father Huey "started" and so on with "the future generations" or "descendants" that are placed in the story and that can also be interpreted as "future reincarnations" of the same "soul" = idea, ideal, character. And yet, we can compare the karmic cycle of all humanity, which, in both Death Stranding and Metal Gear, continue to practice/and or be part of the same "karmic cycle" that only generates its own destruction.

#about-ds #death stranding #death stranding 2 #parallels between ds and mgs #coffin #higgs monaghan #sam porter bridges #fragile

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 26 days

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Sasaki went to forgotten queen kingdom to see how it is

As it's is a middle easterners country but the design is a mix of middle east, Indian, Greek, and some gothic viking in design with some South African

As the queen did stop him and invite him to her castle and see outside is hot but inside is quite cool as she explain that the structure is similar to how termites made their mound and the country have majority in immigrants around the nearest area or nomads

As she give hints she is half from her mother and before he leaves she give him a tin of saphron and some gold jewelry, showing how rich her country is

-Kojiro was in awe as he entered your section of Valhalla, after hearing form Raiden and Soji how amazing it was, with such rich and immersive culture, as well as the abundance of wealth all around, nobody in your area was wanting for anything and always willing to share with others.

-Kojiro had only been in your kingdom for less than ten minutes and he was wearing a dark purple and gold silk shawl, had two different kinds of meat sticks in his hands, and had a new gold necklace around his neck, all gifts.

-He was a bit overwhelmed by the generosity of your people, looking around in awe before he heard a familiar voice call out his name and he turned, sighing softly in relief, seeing you walking up to him, a wide brimmed hat on your head, to shield you a bit from the sun.

-He greeted you and you smiled warmly, “Welcome to my home, come- I will show you around.”

-Kojiro spent the afternoon with you, walking around the replicas of monuments that were built in your kingdom, massive buildings, fountains, community gardens, everything was so full of life and not one person looked upset, everyone had smiles on their faces.

-You smiled at Kojiro’s slight shock, “Come my friend, I will make you some tea.” He was grateful for the break, following you back to your home, which was beautiful, covered in hanging vines and flowers.

-Once inside in the shade and relaxing in your pillow pit with you, a cup of lemon tea in his hands, Kojiro started to gush, amazed at your home, telling you all the things that he had seen.

-You smiled warmly at him, halting his rambling which made him cough awkwardly into his hand, a bit embarrassed before you gave him a grin, “This is what it was like when I was alive, this is how I ruled. Nobody had to want for anything, and everyone always had enough to share.”

-Kojiro’s eyes softened lightly, giving you a small nod, “That’s why you’re so amazing- you always take care of others.”

-You couldn’t help but beam at his praise, which made him chuckle as he finished his tea.

-As he was leaving, he had a new sword, a tin of saffron tea, and another silk shawl, from your personal collection as you waved him off, “Come visit soon.” He waved at you, smiling warmly, he knew he would be back, not just to see your amazing home, but to see such a kind person like you again.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror kojiro sasaki

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longliveblackness · 21 days

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In 1976 the township of Soweto situated in the city of Johannesburg saw a massive uprising whereby thousands of South African students took to the streets to protest against a language rule introduced by the white-minority rule. During the devastating uprising hundreds were killed in the police response but the events would profoundly change the country's social and political landscape.

The the very touching picture of a lifeless 13 year old boy named Hector Pieterson, who had just been shot by the police during the protests was a massive game changer for how the people felt towards apartheid world wide.

The 1976 uprising came after the white dominated South African government decided that black schools could only teach in a language called Afrikaans and English in a 50-50 mix of the languages of instruction within schools. This news had not gone down well with black people as Afrikaans was the language used by the government and many white people within South Africa, for this reason Afrikaans was seen as the language of the oppressor by many black South Africans. What made the new law of even worse was the fact that, while black schools had to provide instruction in both Afrikaans and English as languages, white South African students learned other subjects in their home language.

On June 16th at 7AM thousands of schoolchildren started to protest against the new law, singing songs and waving signs. At first police used gas to try and calm things down, but then started firing guns. The children protesting threw stones back at the police and by then protest had turned into a riot which lasted three days as adults joined in to show their frustration against the language rule change as well as the apartheid movement. By the end of a violent few days of protests, the South African government claimed that 95 people, some of them children, had been killed but in actual fact more than 700 people died during the uprising.

The bloody uprising and the way it was dealt with had brought the massive racial problems in South Africa to the world's attention. Some countries introduced sanctions against South Africa.

•••

En 1976, el municipio de Soweto, situado en la ciudad de Johannesburgo, fue testigo de una rebelión masiva en la cual miles de estudiantes sudafricanos salieron a las calles para protestar contra una regla lingüística introducida por la minoría blanca. Durante la devastadora rebelión cientos de personas murieron a causa de la respuesta policial, pero los acontecimientos cambiarían profundamente el panorama social y político del país.

Una muy conmovedora imagen de un niño sin vida llamado Hector Pieterson, de trece años de edad y quien acababa de recibir un disparo por parte de la policía durante las protestas, fue lo que causó un enorme cambio en la forma en la que se sentía el resto del mundo hacia la segregación racial.

La rebelión de 1976 se produjo después de que el gobierno sudafricano dominado por las personas blancas decidiera que las escuelas negras sólo podían enseñar en un idioma llamado afrikáans e inglés. Esta noticia no fue bien recibida por las personas negras, ya que el afrikáans era el idioma utilizado por el gobierno y muchas personas blancas en Sudáfrica. Por esta razón muchos sudafricanos negros veían el afrikáans como el idioma del opresor. Lo que hizo que la nueva ley fuera aún peor fue el hecho de que, mientras las escuelas negras tenían que impartir lecciones tanto en afrikáans como en inglés, los estudiantes blancos sudafricanos aprendían otras materias en su lengua materna.

El 16 de junio a las siete de la mañana, miles de estudiantes comenzaron a protestar contra la nueva ley, cantando canciones y agitando carteles. Al principio, la policía utilizó gas para intentar calmar la situación, pero luego empezó a disparar. Los niños que protestaban arrojaron piedras a la policía y para entonces la protesta se había convertido en un motín que duró tres días a medida que los adultos se unían para mostrar su frustración contra el cambio de la norma lingüística y la segregación racial. Después de unos días de protestas violentas, el gobierno sudafricano afirmó que 95 personas, algunos de ellos niños, habían sido asesinadas, pero en realidad más de 700 personas murieron durante la rebelión.

La rebelión sangrienta y la forma en la que fue tratada, hizo que el mundo le prestara atención a los enormes problemas raciales en Sudáfrica. Algunos países introdujeron sanciones contra Sudáfrica.

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Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:

Sapnap celebrates the casino's opening with Quackity

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Prompt: Sapnap celebrates the casino's opening with Quackity

~~ The desert felt cold. The sun was heading towards dusk, but it should have still been warm. Despite this, Sapnap still shivered as he stood outside the gates of Las Nevadas. He felt his inner heat ignite to keep him warm. Being a blaze hybrid definitely had its perks.

Not including being able to burn things to the ground. Totally. That was feature.

Sapnap shook his head. Focus. He was here to support his, well, former fiance. He really wasn’t sure where they stood in their relationship. But Quackity had always tried to support Sapnap and Karl, so Sapnap would do the same.

So he stood outside with Skeppy, Foolish, and Fundy as Quackity stepped out from behind one of the sandstone pillars near the gate. Sapnap spotted Wilbur and Tommy well off to the side, obviously trying to hide. The blaze hybrid carefully checked to make sure his weapons and armor were equipable as soon as things went south. Tommy had always been a troublemaker, but Wilbur made things ten times worse, easily.

“Folks, we stand here to celebrate a momentous occasion: The opening of the grand casino of Las Nevadas!” Quackity declared, spreading his arms wide as he grinned. “Please, follow me to the main gate.”

The four players followed Quackity as he brought them to the grand central building. A number of smaller casinos and clubs lined the streets, most likely ready to open once the main casino had. Sapnap glanced behind him to check if Wilbur and Tommy had followed. He saw no sign of the two others.

Quackity stopped outside of the massive casino, its lights shining bright as the sun settled towards the horizon. Sapnap had do admit it was beautiful. He watched his former fiance as the man stood in front of the doors, blocked by a bright red ribbon.

“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen to the grand opening of Las Nevadas. Entertainment capital of the world! Indulge yourself in the lavish lifestyle you never knew you could have! Admidst the war and the chaos, try your luck and experience thrills of a lifetime! You’ll find yourself enjoying our hub of gambling, nightlife, shopping, fine dining, and entertainment. Because we’re building a legacy that is prepared to last for centuries, we’re not only a hotspot for fun! We’re also a hotspot for business, trade, and power. What happens in this country, stays in this country. So,” he turned to his audience, “are you ready to try your luck?”

Foolish cheered brightly as Fundy and Skeppy shared uneasy glances. Sapnap clapped alongside Foolish, trying to match the totem hybrid’s energy. Quackity’s face fell but brightened quickly.

“Thank you all for coming out for this, the public opening of the Las Nevadas casino as we welcome the server to our doors! Now, let’s get the party started, shall we?” And he snipped the ribbon with a pair of shears.

Sapnap watched as Foolish dashed into the country, followed by Skeppy and Fundy. Quackity watched them go as well, a look of sadness washing over his face. Sapnap went to stand beside him.

“Hey. The, uh, speech was pretty good,” he commented.

Quackity looked back at Sapnap and grinned. “Thanks, man! And, uh, thanks for coming. I know this really wasn’t on the agenda for you, but I really appreciate it.” He shuffled his feet awkwardly. “I… I’ve really missed you guys.”

“Y-yeah, yeah. No problem,” Sapnap replied. He really didn’t want to get into all that between Karl, Quackity, and himself. It didn’t help that Karl was hardly ever present anymore. And his affection for the casino owner wasn’t the only reason he was there.

“So, can you stick around for the bar? It would… mean a lot if you could,” Quackity said, gesturing inside the casino.

Sapnap’s eyes shifted from the opening of the casino to his former fiance’s face. For a moment, he wondered if maybe stepping in and letting himself go would help his conflicted feelings. But that would only lead to more heartache in the future. He shook his head.

“No, sorry. I… George needs me back soon. Can’t really stick around. Besides, alcohol and fire, you know.” He gestured to himself and shrugged. “Doesn’t really mix.”

Quackity laughed awkwardly. “Yeah, yeah, I forgot. Well, you’ll have to stop by some time. I mean, this is only the beginning of our awesome legacy!”

Sapnap had a feeling Quackity wasn’t referring to the two of them when he said “our”. He ignored the pang of jealousy in chest at the thought.

His second reason for being there in front of the casino nagged at his mind, and his eyes glanced down at the pair of shears in Quackity’s hand. He wondered if the brown color was rust or blood.

“Q, can… can I ask you something? Before I go?”

Quackity looked surprised but nodded. “Yeah, yeah, of course. What do you need?”

Sapnap took a deep breath and fully looked at his former fiance. It was then he realized he hadn’t truly been looking at Quackity in the first place. There were faded pink-brown stains on his shirt, along the front and sleeve cuffs. Like someone had tried to wash blood from the fabric. Sapnap swallowed.

“I… I ran into Dream. After he escaped.”

Quackity’s expression shifted to something dark. Sapnap could feel his skin crawl at the change.

“Yeah?”

“He… he said he’d been tortured in prison. That you tortured him.” He watched Quackity’s face carefully. He didn’t like the way it didn’t change. “I just… I just need to know. Was he telling the truth? Did you torture him?”

The silence that followed the question hung heavy in the air. Sapnap wanted out of this conversation, out of this desert fast. And then Quackity’s face broke.

“Sap, why would you think that of me? Do you really think so lowly of me that you’d believe that monster over your own fiance?”

Sapnap nearly stepped backward at the intensity of Quackity’s shock.

“No, no!” He reached out as if to reassure Quackity. “No, I do trust you, Q, I promise! I just… I don’t know.”

“He manipulated you,” Quackity mumbled miserably, “just like he did Tommy and the others. Sap, please, I would never do that. If he got tortured in prison, it wasn’t me, I swear!”

And Sapnap believed him. As much as the visible scars on Dream’s arms and neck had startled him, Sapnap was certain that Quackity hadn’t done it. The man was right. Someone else was responsible. Most likely Sam, given his position as Warden. But Sapnap wasn’t interested in pursuing this with Sam. He was just relieved his former fiance wasn’t involved.

“Okay, I believe you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I doubted you. I just… yeah. He must have manipulated me. I’m so sorry, Q,” Sapnap replied.

Quackity sighed. “It’s okay, I get it. Dream is… he’s good at that sort of thing. He’s got that silver tongue and all. I swear one of these days, someone ought to remove it from his lying mouth. Maybe he’d shut up then.”

Sapnap sighed as well. “Well, I really need to get back. I’ll see you around, okay?”

“Sure thing! And thanks again for stopping by. See you around!” Quackity called as he walked into the casino.

Sapnap left the desert, feeling relieved. His former fiance wasn’t involved in his former best friend’s torture. He could sleep a little easier at night with that knowledge.

Back in the casino, Quackity took a shuddering breath. That had been way too close.

#sixteenthdayevent #c!sapnap #c!quackity #las nevadas #yes i looked up the video so i could transcribe c!quackity's speech #i crave canon accuracy to base my fanon on

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