#it is always appropriate to bet on something no matter how dark it is

[togrowoldinv]

Best Closers In The City

Lawyer!Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

You are an associate to some of the most successful attorneys in the city. You’re invited to a special dinner with the partners. What happens when one of them asks you to be her mentee?

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, very muscular Natasha, degrading, overstimulation (sorta), strap on sex, oral (N receiving)

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist

When you got the job at Romanoff Danvers & Maximoff, you had no idea what to expect. Everyone said it would mean working over 40 hours a week without much praise, but you didn’t care.

You wanted to work for the best law firm in New York City.

You met Danvers, Carol, first. She is alluring, no doubt about that, but she is also brilliant. The woman has a reputation for cleaning up messes quickly and keeping the city safe.

You met Wanda Maximoff second. She oversees the associates, so you see a lot of her. She has the kindest smile you’ve ever seen. Despite being one tough litigator, she is genuinely kind and always asks you how you are doing. Not in a way to make small talk, but like she truly wants to know.

And that leaves Natasha Romanoff. You have seen her around the office, usually early in the morning or late at night, but you haven’t spoken to the woman. There is a sense around the firm that you don’t speak to Natasha unless you’ve made partner or she speaks to you first.

But you really want to talk to her. She is the managing partner, something you long to be one day. Plus, she is gorgeous. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about her in a slightly less than appropriate capacity.

Sometimes she would leave the office with a man or woman waiting for her outside. It was never the same person twice. You wondered what it was like to be them.

When you get to work today, Wanda waltzes into the bullpen with a notepad in hand. She prefers not to use technology.

“Good morning! As you all know, tonight is the annual partner dinner. Carol, Natasha, and I have been observing you all for a while now, so we would like to formally offer the following list of you an invite to the dinner,” Wanda announces.

She is met with chatters of excitement from all of you young, aspiring attorneys. None of you knew when this day was going to come, but here it is. Your chance for a seat at the table.

“I know, I know, it’s very exciting,” Wanda says, a chuckle escaping her lips. “Now here are the associates that will be joining us. Peter Parker, Kate Bishop, and Y/n y/ln.”

You fight the urge to stand up and do a happy dance. Instead, you share a smile with your fellow invitees and accept congratulations from others.

“See you all at 8!” Wanda says. She leaves the bullpen.

“I wonder which one of them picked which of us,” Peter says once the woman is out of sight.

“What do you mean?” You ask.

“Each partner picks an associate. At least that’s what Mr. Stark told me,” he explains.

“Oh, I hope Natasha picked me,” Kate comments. You all laugh.

“Natasha doesn’t speak to any of us, and Carol doesn’t either for that matter. I bet Wanda picked all of us,” you reason.

“Just wait and see where we are placed to sit tonight,” Peter says. “I bet I’m right.”

You forget about the dinner mostly as you dive into your work for the day. But what Peter said does linger in your mind as you gather your bag before walking to the car that is taking you all to dinner.

You figured dinner would be at some restaurant, but the car arrives at a house. A huge one with glorious architecture. There are lions on either side of the entrance. A dark wooden door is up the stairs.

“Holy shit,” Kate speaks for the group as you walk to the door together.

Peter rings the doorbell and the door opens almost simultaneously. Carol is on the other side, a glass of wine in her hand.

“Hello! Come on in,” Carol greets the three of you.

“This is a very nice home you have here, ma’am,” you say.

“Oh, I wish I could take credit for this place. It’s Natasha’s,” Carol explains. “Follow me and we’ll go into the dining room.”

You follow the blonde. Your eyes wander around the house as you admire how perfectly put together the house is. There are very few personal decorations, but there are so many objects that you can imagine have meaning to Natasha.

When you enter the dining room, there are place cards at the table. One for each of you. You sit in your assigned seats and Carol scurries off to the other room to gather her fellow partners.

They file in one by one. Carol sits across from Kate, offering her a smile. Wanda sits across from Peter. And that leaves the seat across from you open. If Peter was right, then that means Natasha chose you.

She is last one to walk in. She sits in the chair across from you and looks up at you through her eyelashes. The woman is even more beautiful up close. Her red hair cascades over her suit lapels and her green eyes shine in the dining room lights. You wonder what that jacket is hiding.

You are admiring her when Wanda begins speaking, “Thank you all for joining us tonight for this very special dinner. And thank you to Natasha for graciously letting us have the dinner at her beautiful home.”

Natasha offers Wanda a nod and a soft smile. One of which Wanda happily returns.

“It’s truly a unique and sought after experience, so I do hope the three of you leave tonight with more knowledge about your chosen career. We picked you from the fine cloth of other associates,” Carol explains.

She looks to Natasha to continue the spiel. You all watch her intently and wait for her to begin.

“Yes, as Carol and Wanda said we invited you three here for a reason,” Natasha says. Her voice is velvety just as you hoped it would be. “It should also be noted that while we all are going to speak to each other tonight, there is also another element to the dinner.”

Subtle glances are shared between you, Kate, and Peter.

“We have decided to improve the tradition and give you each full access to us. You’re sitting from across from the partner that has chosen you to be their mentee, if you so choose to agree,” Natasha explains. She looks you directly in the eye as she says her next words. “And you will agree.”

There is a certain harshness to her tone that you don’t know if it turns you on or scares you deeply. You think it’s both.

Soon, the food is served and the group talks intently. Things about the firm come up, but you find that the women don’t only want to talk business. You see the way Natasha does not offer as much personal information as the others, but she throws in a couple of comments here and there.

After dessert, you are practically itching to ask when you get to learn more about the mentor and mentee relationships. Carol puts you out of your misery when she announces that that part of the night begins now.

“We’ll go to my study,” Natasha says to you. She stands up from the table and leads the way. You can’t help but notice the way her pants hug her backside.

When you enter the room, she closes the door behind you. You take a look around. The walls are lined with bookshelves except for one area where there is a stained-glass window. Pink roses are painted with a landscape of green around them.

Natasha notices you admiring it. “It’s one of a kind,” she says.

“It’s beautiful,” you comment.

“Thank you,” she says. She walks to her desk and gestures for you to sit in the chair on the other side.

You sit, but she remains standing as she takes the suit jacket off. You notice the way the buttons strain against her chest, and her arms are noticeably toned even through the mid length sleeves she is wearing.

“You might want to stop staring,” Natasha says, pulling you out of your trance.

“I’m sorry,” you rush out the apology.

“Mhm,” she hums. You can’t read her, so you don’t know if she was flattered or upset by your stares. Your nerves are at a high. “So, y/n, what are your career goals?”

“I want to- um- well- I want to make partner one day,” you say.

“That sounds reasonable,” Natasha remarks. She stands up from her desk and walks around to your side. Her hands grip the desk and she leans against it. Once again, your eyes rake over the tight-fitting shirt. “Why family law?”

“It seemed like the path where I could do the most good,” you explain.

“And that’s what you want to do? Good?”

“Yes ma’am,” you say. “Why did you-”

“I’m asking the questions, y/n,” she interrupts you, standing at her full height again.

“I’m sorry,” you say.

“You’re too quick to apologize,” Natasha scolds you lightly.

You don’t know how to reply. She walks to her drink cart in the corner and pours herself a shot of what you presume is vodka and she swallows it quickly. You watch her every moment before she turns back around. You avert your gaze.

“Y/n,” Natasha says. She invades your space, her hand gripping your chin to force you to look up at her. “Do you know why I chose you to mentor?”

You try to shake your head, but her grip is too firm.

“No, I don’t,” you speak softly.

Natasha grins wickedly as she keeps her hand on you. Only she moves it to the side of your face, her fingers arching over your neck and touching the base of your hairline.

“I chose you because I think you’re intelligent. And you’re capable and hard-working,” Natasha explains. You feel your cheeks burning from the compliments. “But you’re also naïve, and you’re a bit of a pushover.”

Oh. There it is. Your eyes burn as you fight back tears, cursing yourself for being unable to handle criticism.

“I don’t tell you this to upset you, y/n,” Natasha says, her voice softening just a hair. “I can help you be better. You have the instincts. It’s just that someone needs to toughen you up.”

“Okay,” you say. “How did you- nevermind,” you remember you aren’t the one asking the questions.

“How did I what?” Natasha inclines you to continue.

“How did you even know all of this? You don’t speak to us associates.”

“Oh, I may not speak but I’m always listening,” Natasha says. “And trust me, sweetheart, I see everything.”

You shiver at her words. Everything means that she might have seen you watch her leave all of those nights. You avert your gaze, and her hand grip strengthens again.

“Tell me, y/n, have you been watching me?” She knows the answer, so she doesn’t bother waiting for you to speak. “Since you have been, maybe you would like to see more of me?”

“I- um-” you can’t formulate words.

Natasha releases you from her grasp and steps back so you can see all of her. She starts slow, unbuttoning her shirt. Each button strains and your eyes follow her movements. Her hands are deft as they move against her shirt purposefully.

When she gets to the last button, she looks you directly in the eyes and pulls the shirt away from her body. That uncovers her chest and her arms. Your eyes don’t know what part of her to look at first.

“Don’t just sit there,” Natasha says sternly.

You stand up quickly and she takes your hand. She brings it to her abs. Your other hand follows. You brush your hands over her abs, an undoubtable eight-pack, and she smirks. You move further up to her abdomen to her rib cage area and run your hands over a couple of tattoos.

Natasha didn’t seem like the type to have these, but they make her impossibly hotter. Your hands skip over her bra-covered chest and move to her biceps. The woman flexes her arms, and you feel weak in your knees.

“Do you like what you see?” Natasha asks, her voice is deeper than usual.

“I do,” you say. “Can I?”

She knows what you mean, and she reaches behind her own back to unhook her bra. The garment falls to the floor. You take one breast in your hand as you move your mouth to the other. You look up at Natasha as if asking for permission. She nods and you place your lips around her nipple.

You suck thoughtfully and lick around the perky buds, switching between breasts. Natasha makes beautiful sounds as you do so. When you kiss down her abdomen, she lets out a gasp. You fully intend to worship her entire body.

“Take off my pants, baby,” Natasha instructs you.

Your fingers work to unbutton and unzip her suit pants. Kneeling in front of her, you pull the pants down her legs. For some reason, you expected her to be wearing panties, but she is wearing black boxers. Her thighs are muscular and your urge to be between them increases when you notice the bulge in her boxers.

“Fuck Natasha,” you mumble. She lets out a chuckle.

“Did my good, sweet associate just say fuck?” She teases.

You answer by pressing kisses against the skin of her thighs that are revealed. Nat gets impatient and pushes her own boxers down her legs. All that she’s left wearing is a strap.

Natasha takes it in her own hand and directs it towards your mouth. You comply quickly and suck the cock. She moves her hips faster with every passing second, loving how you take the thick length.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” she says. “God, I’ve wanted to have you kneeling for me since the first day I saw you in the office.”

You groan at her words and continue your ministrations. That is until Natasha needs more, and she pulls you up by your shirt collar.

“Take off your pants,” she tells you. “Now.”

Nat doesn’t wait for them to reach the floor before she has you bent over her desk as she enters you from behind. It’s easy from how wet you are from the entire evening.

“You take my cock so well, baby,” she says, her mouth right next to your ear. “I know you’ve imagined this too.”

“I have,” you admit, your voice broken from the pleasure she is bringing you. She moves in and out of you, hitting you right where you need her every time. Her arms hold you tightly against her.

When Natasha places a few kisses on your neck, you whine, and her grip tightens.

“I’m gonna- fuck Nat- I’m gonna come,” you say.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” Natasha says. “Tell me how good it feels.”

You groan out a string of incoherent words as you come for Natasha. She feels the slick against her strap as she continues to take you from behind.

“Too much, Nat,” you mumble when she still hasn’t stopped her movements.

“Come on, baby, you can take one more,” Natasha says firmly. “You want to be good for me, don’t you?”

“Yes- fuck- yes ma’am,” you reply.

It doesn’t take long for you to come again. This time she relents and pulls out of you. Your head is fuzzy from the overstimulation, but you’ve never felt so good.

Natasha releases you from her grasp and you turn around to face her. She has an almost goofy grin on her face, and you know she is pleased with her work. But you remember she hasn’t come yet.

“May I take care of you?” You ask her, reaching for the strap again.

“I think you’ve earned it. Go ahead,” she says. Nat takes her own initiative to take the strap off of her hips.

You once again kneel in front your mentor, but this time you waste no time burying your face between her legs. You collect her wetness with your tongue and make quick work of finding her clit.

“Fucking good,” Natasha mumbles as you lick and suck. She holds onto your shoulders as you continue. It feels good to make a woman so strong feel weak in her knees.

You hum against her, and she is almost over the edge. All it takes is for you to add one finger to work in tandem with your mouth and she is coming hard against you.

After cleaning her up, you stand up to face her again.

“Come here,” she says, pulling you by your hips into her hold.

She kisses your lips slowly at first. Her tongue brushes against yours. But she picks up the pace and you’re left breathless from your first kiss with the woman.

“So, what did you think?” Natasha asks.

“I think I want to do that again,” you say, dumbstruck from the events.

“In due time, y/n. Right now we need to get dressed and say goodnight to everyone,” Natasha says.

She turns to look for her shirt and it’s then that you notice the tattoos on her back.

“Roses,” you say aloud. Your eyes glance back towards the window.

“Roses,” Natasha turns back to you and says. “You wanted to ask why I chose family law.” She puts the shirt back over her arms and back.

“I did.”

“My sister,” Natasha says. “We were separated as kids. I am still trying to find her. In the meantime, I can help other people.”

“And was she named Rose?” you ask, hoping you aren’t pushing.

“Her name is Yelena. But she loved roses, so I guess it’s my way of feeling connected to her.” You haven’t seen her speak this softly about anyone.

“That’s really beautiful, Natasha,” you say.

“Yeah,” she says. “Do you maybe want to stay for a little while after everyone leaves?”

“I’d love to,” you say, a smile on your face.

“Good because I want to snuggle,” she admits. You share a chuckle and finish getting dressed together.

You leave her study and everyone goes about their way except for you and Natasha. You stay at her house and learn everything about her. Talking all night, sharing kisses, and a couple more rounds of intense sex, you have a perfect time with her.

This isn’t what you expected out of working for Natasha Romanoff, but you will take it.

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[red-riding-wood]

Lost in the Rhythm

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x F!Reader

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Summary: You convince Tommy to go swing dancing.

Warnings: brief mention of panties, Tommy being a little down bad, slightly suggestive content, other than that just fluff! Or at least my attempt at writing fluff!

WC: 1522

Written for @runnning-outof-time's Caught in 4k Follower Celebration. The idea came to me one night listening to some swing and I thought... shit, I am gonna need to write this. Sorry if it seems a little rushed, kind of smashed this one out when I wasn't feeling like I could write anything.

Tommy’s hand weighed heavy on yours, nearly pulling your arm from its socket as you dragged him onto the dance floor. But you were almost too hopped up on adrenaline to notice, still humming with barely-contained energy you were eager to release from your body, still drunk off his acceptance of your invitation that nothing else really seemed to matter other than that you were going to dance with Thomas Shelby. 

Brilliant yellow-white lights seemed to bleed against the dark ceiling as you spun to face him, a cherry blush flushing your cheeks and the breath stripped from your lungs. He was watching you with the hint of a smile on his face, the glint of something warm – dare you say, affectionate – in his piercing blue eyes.

Tommy still couldn’t believe your boldness, the way you had shimmied over to his desk in that little sequined dress, how you’d made him set aside the paperwork and the bottle of whiskey and had more or less told him that you were going dancing. How he couldn’t help but have smiled at the time, only when you turned your back to go fix up your makeup, because God forbid you know he might enjoy the notion of such ridiculous things like dancing. He’d been able to hide the slight heat that had crept to his cheeks, in a way that you weren’t now that was so endearing to him, your whole being seeming to glow, skin shivering under his touch and your eyes gleaming brightly in the lights.

“You sure you don’t want to just go for drinks, eh?” he said, having to raise his voice slightly over the loud crash of cymbals and the yearning cries of the trombones. But you knew from the look in his eyes that he was already sold, if only to watch you all giddy and elated like this in a way he’d never seen of you at the betting shop or even the Garrison.

“C’mon, Tommy, you’ve danced before. Surely,” you said as you pulled him in, fingers lacing through his own and your arm drawing round his back. He began to lead naturally, though his pace was slower than the music and the mad tapping of shoes around you. He pulled you in real close, so close that you could smell the faint trace of the cologne he wore past his usual musk of whiskey and cigarettes and earth, your chest brushing his and your nose nearly pressed to the heat of his neck. Your heart pounded wildly against your ribs, and for a moment you caught your breath.

“Move your feet a little faster,” you instructed him, allowing more space between the two of you with a slight reluctance. You wondered only briefly if people were looking at you, the thought crawling its way beneath your skin like an insect, but such a cruel feeling was banished with a glimpse of those piercing blue eyes, always cold yet so warm for you whenever you caught him looking.

You guided Tommy into more appropriate steps, knocking a few shoulders with other couples that spun and twirled around one another. You noticed his gaze leave yours only to take notice of them for a few moments.

“Good, now just – “ A squeal burst from your lungs with your remaining breath as his hands dug firmly into your lower back, and he dipped you, blood rushing to your skull and lurid lights undulating across your vision. Your bare thigh came up to brush along his waist, attempting to ground yourself, the hem of your dress pooling over the lace of a garter that he couldn’t help but sneak a peek at.

When he brought you back up, his eyes were glittering with mischief.

“That works, too,” you breathed, and Tommy was nearly lost for a moment in the frizzy ringlets of hair that fell across your forehead, in the shock that passed through your bright eyes and the curve of your mouth before you grinned again, beaming.

Your fingers loosened from his as he brought your arm up, and the world spun as you twirled on your heel, nearly tripping over yourself in your own excitement but caught by a warm, sturdy hand against your spine.

“Show-off,” you teased, smacking him lightly against the chest. Of course he was trying to best you in this.

“I’m sorry, you were trying to tell me something?” he jested, a smugness laced thick into his tone and a quirk in his lip that made a competitiveness flare to life inside you.

“I was actually going to demonstrate.” You changed course, your nimble legs pirouetting across the floor to establish distance between the two of you, the crowd spilling around you like a tide peeling back from the shore. You became lost in the music, feeling every snarl of the drums and whinny of the trombones through the deepest fibres of yourself; you twirled and kicked your feet, swaying to the beat of the music and locking your eyes on your blue-eyed partner whenever you could.

You were an image of glorious, unabated joy, grinning so wide and moving with such energy that it was almost infectious. The sequins of your dress caught the light as they swished at your hips, begging for attention, and every so often, he was rewarded by a flash of your panties as you came into a graceful twirl, but the real show was how you moved, how you commanded each limb with such ease and intensity at the same time. Like you loved every second of this, like you were born to dance, and he was born to watch, that despite all the cruelties of this bleak and ruthless life, you were both made special for this moment of cheerful innocence and pure exultation. 

And he accepted you, willing, into his arms, as you came tapping and spinning over to him, putting on your little show that he drank in with darkening eyes, hypnotised by every shake of your shoulders and sway of your hips. Almost unable to find his breath, he inhaled the scent of your sweet, honeysuckle perfume and the invigorating trace of your sweat.

And he had no choice but to fall into stride with you now, the two of you side-stepping across the floor as the music halted only to come crashing down around you, the crowd beginning to move as one uniform shape.

Your blood pounded in your veins like hot fire, burning brighter than the thrill of alcohol would ever do for you. Still not entirely believing that this was real, thinking that at one moment maybe you might wake to find it was all a dream, you tried to focus on Tommy; he struggled slightly with some of the footwork, but he made up for it with his usual, normally insufferable confidence that tonight you found endearing, and your careful, gentle guidance that you ensured wasn’t swallowed by your excitement. Each touch placed or pressure applied to his body was a signal to move one way or another, and once you’d fallen into a rhythm both of you could keep up with, it was like you had become one being, that you shared each limb and fervid breath and fierce beat of your heart.

Your body lost to the music but your mind lost to his eyes, the world seemed to melt around you, the lights glittering like stars in the background and the movements of the crowd becoming nothing but a rolling tide. A few wisps of dark brown hair had sprung awry from his usually-tailored cut, clinging to the sheen of his forehead. The baby blue of his eyes twinkled at you with equal parts adoration and joy and lust, and his smile…

You hadn’t seen him smile like that since France.

And you thought, maybe you’d be so privileged to see it again. That maybe this was the beginning to many more nights of unadulterated happiness, an escape from the blood and bullets and smoke and soot of your usual life.

You were unsure of who drew closer to who, but your nose ended up brushing against his shoulder, and as his fingers bunched the fabric of your dress at the base of your hip, you tried to hide your sudden blush by burying your face in the crook of his neck.

A giggle that put the most talented musicians in the room to shame chimed against his skin, and wild strands of your hair brushed his lips as he lowered his head to murmur against your ear,

“If you tell anyone about this, Y/N, I swear I’ll have you fired, yeah?”

Laughing again, you shook your head. “You’re enjoying this too much to make those kind of threats.”

His eyes widened slightly, and you smirked at him, leaning in to place a hastened kiss against a freckled cheek. A smear of red lipstick remained, and you giggled again, your glittering eyes mirroring the mischief of his, your voice lowering as if to whisper something scandalous,

“It’ll be our little secret. I promise.”

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[anewp0tat0]

Kuroshitsuji Chapter 194

wow! I feel gross! and sad!

this chapter has left me quite perturbed, but for once it is not in reaction to Yana's humor or her decisions on portraying children. I think this is an appropriate and warranted reaction to seeing so many children being... what's worse? groomed, or harvested?

I do like seeing Finny get serious cause I just love seeing emotions, that's just me. but of course I'm still left very afraid if our local sun child is so on edge.

and the way that snake doesn't understand why Finny is so unnerved. hhhhhHHH this is gonna HURT ME.

and then of course there's the child exploitation. it appears to me that they're being trained to replace everyone in the phantomhive manor(more simular to the previous staff), for the most part.

I'm just gonna admit it though, I don't understand why they need... so many. do the souls/bodies need to be replaced regularly, and these are all back ups? I would understand that for the Ciel doubles, but what are the rest of them for. so many child servants??

the dark place my brain went to is that the undertaker basically plans to immortalize the phantomhive manor- or what it once was- by replacing everyone with these bodies and souls, from an orphanage that gives him a constant supply. my God. probably not the case eh?

and this hurts me too.

it seems that no matter what, Doll will always be stuck in the position of leading people to their doom(in the circus she was[allegedly, i forgot if she ever stopped hesitating] killing people on the side, and here she's raising these kids so that their souls can probably be replaced). it's just awful.

plus the way that she is taking charge here, almost undoubtedly aware of the deeper plan, that's just very grim. it seems that there won't be any happy ending for this character. it's a good think Yana sprinkles humor in there cause we need it.

also, about Finny and Snake recognizing everything. after seeing everyone in costume preparing for their future role play, it now makes most sense that these rooms were made to resemble the phantomhive manor. what I don't understand is... why don't finny and snake just say that, if that is indeed the reason why the rooms look familiar?

I mean for snake, sure, maybe it'll take him a moment. but the phantomhive manor was practically the only home Finny had, so I feel like if the rooms were so simular then Finny should pick up on that instantly: something like "this looks like the tea room from the manor...!!!" so why are we not already at this conclusion? is Yana writing Finny to be stupid so he doesn't connect the dots for the sake of suspense? does she think we're stupid and haven't already noticed the similarities? I doubt either is true. so maybe I'm just over thinking it, dunno

yea this may be the worst(affectionate, I do hope) mini arc yet 👁,👁,

especially since I'm pretty sure Snake is thinking that Doll doesn't know what Ciel knew, that the rest of the circus arc was kidnapping children, and that they left her to continue doing that. and he doesn't know how to tell her. probably.

either way, 3 way deception. nice :] we should start betting on who breaks the news first

#best case scenario is they all spill the tea at the same time and all point at eacher like the spider man meme. but alas #kuroshitsuji #black butler #kuro spoilers #kuroshitsuji spoilers #kuroshitsuji chapter 194 #kuro chapter 194 #i sure hope theres still a chance for some cute finny and snake before it goes all the way down #long post #rambling #ofc anyone's thoughts are welcome

[springbreezes-and-peonies]

The Wishing Star

“……You REALLY promise this will work? Like this is a real thing and not…I dunno…a scam of yours or something Magolor?”

The spider-kind Floralian Taranza sat anxiously in one of the few seats onboard the dimensional traveler Magolor’s ship. He’d been tying and untying and generally fiddling with his red scarf for what felt like hours now. If what Magolor promised him was true, then everything would be better again. His whole world would be rosy again. But well, that was the problem with Magolor…he didn’t always tell the truth…He could be nice, and polite, but Taranza knew at heart he was a bit of a con artist…

“Look would I lie to you? Don’t answer that…But yes, it’s true. I’ve studied the Ancients, devoured knowledge about them for a LONG time. It’s how I got the Lor here, it’s how I learned to slip through dimensions, and it’s how I came to meet Kirby and you in the first place. These Clockwork Stars are real…they can grant the user any one wish. And when I say ANY wish? I mean ANY wish. Anything you want. When I heard about your uhm……situation…I decided, ‘who would be more deserving of a wish than my good friend Taranza? The stand-in King of Floralia! Who could deserve a wish more than him!’ And so I HAD to tell you!” Magolor enthused…maybe a little too much, before toning it down again.

“……Well yeah…and you made me promise to give you something in return…but you still haven’t told me what that something is…” Taranza stated, gazing curiously at Magolor with his four, front-facing eyes, his horns twitching a little as he thought. ‘What could he want from me? He’s such a trickster…I wonder what I have that he wants…’

“Don’t worry about that now! I haven’t even decided yet! I just feel I deserve some reward you know? For bringing you out to the Star and for not using the ONE wish myself heehee. I could’ve done that you know? Clockwork Stars are hard to find, and our little pink friend has destroyed two of them already…”

Magolor said, grinning a little to himself as he watched the Lor’s display system carefully.

‘Oh you’ll see what I want Taranza…and I know once that Star gives you what YOU want, you’ll be so happy…you won’t even think of saying no to my request! I want a seat of power in Floralia…and I want to see where you’ve kept that destroyed Dark Mirror…I know you’ve gotta still have it, and I can fix it…and once I do…I’m gonna see just what this mirror-world has to offer…’

“I suppose it doesn’t matter……whatever you want, if this works, will be fine…I…” Taranza frowned, looking down, clasping his six hands together.

“I just want to see her again……” He sighed, his silver hair falling into his face a little as he looked down.

“Welp! It shouldn’t be too long until we’re to that Star, and you WILL see her again! I know it will work Taranza buddy! I’ve read all about them!” Magolor enthused again, he was SURE it was the appropriate amount this time!

“Yeah…I……” Taranza began, but stopped just as suddenly, lost in his thoughts. He took a deep breath, and reached into his cloak, materializing the beautiful, tiny, pink bloom he’d picked from the Dreamstalk that had grown in his Queen’s place after her passing. He touched the flower petals so delicately, gazing at it closely, a look of longing in his four eyes.

“I just…hope it works…I hope she can remember our love…I…hope she is the Sectonia I knew and fell in love with…before that mirror changed her so much…” he sighed sadly, holding the flower to his chest gently, as he often did for comfort. In a way, it was all he had left of his wife and love.

“Don’t doubt me so much! It will work! And I bet, as long as you phrase it right, the Star will bring her back just as she was before her change, her true self! Just make sure to phrase your wish right!” Magolor explained, checking his monitors again. He WAS certain this would work. After all he’d studied a good deal about the Clockwork Stars the Ancients had built. They could be a little tricky, but as long as you were careful with your words, they’d give you just what you wanted.

“But what if I’m NOT careful enough?” Taranza asked, and his vision began to blur, as he felt his eight eyes burning with tears. “What if I don’t phrase things right or…or what if it doesn’t matter? What if the Star can only bring her back to her most recent state and it does, and she…she tries to warp and hurt everything again? I…I can’t stop her then! Not alone and I…I don’t know if I have the emotional strength to fight her anyway!” He began to cry so heavily, his thoughts overwhelming him as he remembered his Queen’s final day. All the time she’d spent under the mirror’s influence, she still would show him love, and affection on occasion, though it became more and more fleeting as time passed, as if part of her old self was trying to break through, but that day……

“If it brings her back like that…She…She even hurt ME in that state…I…that’s how I…I realized that…” Taranza could hardly speak from crying so much now, on the verge of hyperventilation. His thoughts were becoming too much. He wanted his beloved back, it had been a few years now, and still he missed her and dreamed of her every day, but the possibility of things going wrong was so overwhelming for him.

Magolor heard his voice cracking, and his cries becoming urgent, and he turned away from his monitors to face him. He could see tears streaming from all of his spider eyes, as he clutched the dream-blossom to his heart. A look of surprise and concern spread over Magolor’s face at the sight, and he rushed quickly to the spider-kind’s side.

“H-hey now…” He patted Taranza’s back gently. “Don’t worry too much about all that, it’s gonna be okay! I mean, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity! You can’t let it pass you by, by worrying so much about this stuff! It’s gonna be just fine, I’m sure of it!” Magolor was nervous to be in this position. He was not what anyone would call the comforting type, but he couldn’t help but feel moved by Taranza right now. He’d never really had any feelings for anyone the way Taranza had for his Queen. He’d basically been a loner his whole life, never part of a group. Never growing any tight bonds with anyone, certainly not relying on anyone for love and affection or much of anything really. He just went where he wanted, took what he wanted, and did what he wanted and that was that. But to see someone else like this…he couldn’t help but feel genuinely sympathetic to Taranza’s sorrows in this moment.

“I don’t s-see how you can be so sure……” Taranza shook his head, and looked into Magolor’s golden eyes, tears still streaming down his face.

“You’ve not wished on any of these Stars yourself…you’ve no idea what could go wrong and…and bringing a whole person back to life can’t be easy……” He sobbed a little more, looking at his dream-blossom once more, its petals so beautiful and pure, its scent so much like his Queen’s, the nostalgia it conjured up brought him both peace and heartache.

“Regardless I have to try…Everyday I spend without her…the pain is immeasurable…even after three years, it’s still so immeasurable……” He wiped his eyes some, but he continued to cry still, unable to sooth the pain he felt in his heart.

“And I owe it to her to keep trying whatever I can…because the mirror was my gift to her…Her death was my fault…I owe her a new life…a better life…” He sobbed, as he tried and failed to choke back his tears.

Magolor frowned sadly, and looked down. He couldn’t help but to feel a little ashamed of himself. All he’d ever wanted or longed for was…material. Power, titles, objects…but here he was, taking advantage of this man, struggling to be a good king to a broken kingdom, lost without the love of his life. In his grief, he would give Magolor anything if he could actually help him bring his wife back, and Magolor knew this to be the case…and just like with Kirby before, he was taking advantage. ‘No…I’m…not gonna go being all soft now over some widower…I’m. Not. A deal is a deal and…and he agreed! And besides! He’s getting something too! So it’s fine! It’s fine! Isn’t it…?’ Magolor’s thoughts were racing, and he looked at Taranza, his primary white eyes flooding with tears that showed no sign of stopping anytime soon.

‘HECK!!!’

Magolor wrapped his hands round Taranza, hugging him close. “You gotta stop thinking like that……You already told me, you just found the mirror randomly and when you found it, it LOOKED like a normal mirror. You had no way of knowing the power it held OR what it would do. So stop blaming yourself or……or I’m turning this Starcutter around! Okay?” Magolor said, he could hardly believe himself right now.

“Okay…” Taranza nodded, and hiccuped a little as they eased up some. “I’m just a-anxious…I’ve never been so close to a-actually getting her back Magolor…” he explained and hugged Magolor back with his six hands, being very careful of his dream-blossom as he did so.

“You just gotta practice your phrasing for when you talk to the Star okay? Here, we can try a little right now, since we’ll be there soon…” Magolor explained, and he stopped hugging him and cleared his throat.

“Just say something like: ‘I, Taranza wish for my wife Sectonia to be revived from the dead exactly as she was before encountering the dark mirror!’ Then it’s all very clear and there’s no way to get it wrong!” Magolor smiled a little, and looked at Taranza, awaiting his response.

Taranza wiped his eyes again, and mumbled softly to himself “I…Taranza wish for my wife Sectonia to be revived from the dead exactly as she was before encountering the dark mirror……” He stated, and repeated the statement over and over several times to be sure it would stay in his mind. He nodded to Magolor and smiled a little through his tears.

“Thanks…” he said, tucking his dream-bloom away in his cloak again as he felt his nerves beginning to settle once more.

Magolor nodded, and smiled warmly at him scratching one of the horn-like shapes on his hood shyly. “Yeah well, you know…anytime…” he said, and laughed awkwardly.

A beeping sound came from the monitors on the Lor Starcutter, and Magolor raced back over to check.

“Oh boy!” He exclaimed as he looked at the display. “ We’re here! Let’s go!” He grinned as he took one of Taranza’s hands and guided him out into space, where they would be face to face with the clockwork star. ‘Do I even care about my reward anymore? Am I just doing this to see him happy? He’s…lost so much…he deserves to have her back. He didn’t deserve to lose her! I want my reward but argh! I want him to be with his wife again!’ His thoughts were racing as they both floated out into the void of space.

Taranza looked up at the massive, gold clock-face in awe, and maybe a little bit in fear. Its eyes opened slowly and its expression was cold, apathetic, mechanical as it stared down at him. This was it. This thing, the size of an asteroid was going to be the key to bringing back his wife, his queen, his best friend. He just had to say the words exactly as they practiced. He just had to open his mouth…

Gears could be heard shifting and spinning slowly, and the soft, subtle, beeping of computers sounded faintly from within the Star, as its gaze shifted down coolly upon Magolor and Taranza.

“I am Star model: DWARF. Any request made to me shall be fulfilled to its completion and to the satisfaction of the requester.” The Star spoke clearly and mechanically to them.

“I am able to fulfill only one request per visit, and may only see one visitor per ten years. State your request if one is to be made. It will be fulfilled concisely, to the letter.” The star finished.

Taranza floated still, on the spot, unable to move or speak, until he felt Magolor push him gently forward, and heard him whisper encouragingly to him.

“Go on. Just like we practiced.”

He cleared his throat, and gazed up at the clock face…He took a deep breath and reached into his cloak again, calling the dream-blossom forth for comfort and peace of mind, gazing upon its petals before facing the Star once more.

“Star model DWARF…I…I, Taranza wish for my wife Sectonia to be revived from the dead exactly as she was before encountering the dark mirror!” He stated as clearly as he could, Magolor mouthing the words with him as he spoke, crossing his fingers and closing his eyes despite himself.

Gears could be heard whirring within the star, and its eyes turned round and round in its sockets before gazing squarely at Taranza once more.

“Your wish is to revive the soul and life force of the departed Floralian Queen Sectonia. Her soul and being as they were before the transformation brought upon her by the dark mirror. Is that correct?” DWARF asked for confirmation, its eyes cool and focused, unblinking.

“Y-yes. Precisely.” Taranza nodded in agreement. He couldn’t wait. He was shaking with anxiety and anticipation. ‘Oh my queen. How I’ve missed you. Oh to hold you again…to feel your embrace…to see your beautiful eyes gazing into mine…to be at your beck and call…to feel my purpose return…my Queen, my Sectonia…my dearest friend…my flower…my EVERYTHING. It’s here, right here…finally…’ Taranza’s head was spinning so much, he felt his cheeks warm with blush and his heart pounding in his chest like a ceremonial drum. He could already see her sweet face, already feel her six hands that fit so perfectly in his, already hear her loving voice urging him on, calling his name to ask something, anything of him. Already…already…

The sounds of gears shifting hard stopped his daydreams short.

“To bring someone back from the dead is one of the largest of requests. It is possible but an energy force will need to be exchanged.” The Star spoke, and the cold eyes of its face glowed a moment and turned abruptly to face Magolor. “He will be sufficient.” It said coolly, and a ball of gold light surrounded Magolor, freezing him in place.

“H-hey!” Magolor tried to call out, but no sound came from him. He couldn’t move. He was stuck in place, totally helpless. ‘Oh no…a power source I…I’m an IDIOT! AGH! I should have known! I should have known! This isn’t just some party favor he’s asking for! It takes a soul to get a soul! I’m so stupid! You wanted power Magolor…well now you’re about to power this blasted Star!’ His gold eyes were wide with fear. He was completely at Taranza’s mercy. ‘There’s no way…He’ll give me up…I know he will…I saw how much he misses her…he loves her…In his position I would do the same…Heck I would do the same just for riches! I can’t even blame him. Damn!’

All of Taranza’s eyes widened in shock and disbelief as he stared up at the clock face. ‘It…It’s going to take Magolor to…But…’ He shook his head and focused hard.

“W-wait!” Taranza exclaimed frantically.

“Y-you need him as a power source to fulfill my wish? I…That would kill him!” Taranza said, waving all six of his little hands frantically.

“To revive the dead, a living thing must be exchanged as a source of energy within my core. I would need a strong source to use as a battery, as Queen Sectonia of Floralia was a powerful being. The mage has immense powers and knowledge. His life force would be sufficient to revive the Queen.” The star explained, awaiting Taranza’s response.

Taranza looked at Magolor, stunned speechless as he saw Magolor’s panicked, golden eyes staring back at him from his bubble. He was completely trapped, completely helpless. Everything was up to Taranza. Everything was his choice now.

“I…revoke my wish…I wish for Magolor’s release instead……He is my friend…I cannot lose him……” Taranza spoke, and his voice trembled and quaked as he did, all six of his hands shaking as he held his dream-blossom close. “I would not be here but for him…I…cannot exchange his life for my Queen’s…” his voice cracked, and he looked down. He could feel his heart breaking all over again, but Magolor…he’d consoled him. He’d shown him genuine kindness on this journey. He could not offer up his life to some Star. It was not his life to give.

“Friend……?” Magolor spoke again, but still no sound came out. He suddenly felt his limbs loosen up and the bubble around him disappeared as the gears within the clockwork star turned, its eyes slowly closing once more…

“Request fulfilled. Star model DWARF Entering SLEEP.” It spoke, and the whirring of mechanical sounds slowly died down.

Taranza burst into tears as he watched the Star’s eyes close, all hope of seeing his Queen again fading with the light from those eyes. “What’s done…is done…” he muttered quietly, sniffing gently at his dream blossom before tucking it back into his cloak, returning with Magolor to the Starcutter.

Magolor boarded with him in silence and entered the coordinates for Popstar into the Lor to begin their journey home. He wanted to give him a moment to self-sooth. He doubted he wanted to hear his voice at the moment. After a time, he finally spoke up.

“I……I’m sorry…I got your hopes all up and I…I didn’t think it worked like that…” Magolor could feel himself tearing up a little too. He shook his head. “Taranza…I…I did have…less than stellar motives for wanting to help at first but…but after talking to you I…I genuinely wanted to help. I mean that. Honest! From the bottom of my black hole of a heart…” Magolor said, speaking softly to him.

Taranza shook his head sadly. He felt beside himself with grief, but he was happy that at least Magolor wasn’t dead now too. He couldn’t have gone through with such a thing. Not ever…

“Y-you still took me out here…to the middle of space…I…What do you want as a reward…?”

He wiped his eyes sadly, he felt so defeated as he looked at Magolor.

Magolor thought hard for a moment. He could still make his request. He could still get his reward…power…magic…knowledge. It all could be his. He shook his head.

“Well I…You said I…uhm…back there, to that Star, you said I’m your friend??? I…don’t really, particularly have many friends…maybe…my reward…can be your friendship. If you uhm…really wanna be friends with a con artist like me…” Magolor said, scratching the back of his head nervously.

‘Curses! That pink puffball and his little Dream Team, found-family crap is rubbing off on me! But…Taranza will be a valuable friend…he knows a lot about magic. And…he said we’re friends…’

Taranza looked at him a moment in stunned silence, and he floated over to him and hugged him tight. “Mhm…You are my friend, it’s true…I’ll be your friend for sure. You’ve…helped me a lot today, even if things didn’t work out…”. He smiled weakly, happy with Magolor’s requested reward.

Magolor smiled a little in surprise before gently shoving Taranza away. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. All that mushy stuff. I don’t do hugs alright.” He laughed a little and looked at Taranza. “Anyway. Thanks for, ya know, not sacrificing my life energy to a cold, wish-granting, computer thing to resurrect your dead-wife and all that…I uhm…really appreciate it. I’m really grateful…” Magolor said, and looked back at his monitors, watching the Lor chart their course.

Taranza laughed softly, wiping his eyes again as he sat back down in one of the passenger chairs, sinking back comfortably in his seat. He felt so exhausted.

“Yeah…Anytime…” he said, sighing deeply, a mix of emotions running through his brain. ‘Maybe life is for the living now…and I should start paying attention to the people I have with me still…instead of grasping constantly for what is lost and gone…’. He thought to himself, and he closed his eyes to rest. ‘What a terrible, wonderful day…’

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Two

Callum

The Silent Court was a threat. They put everything my father worked for at stake. He took this kingdom into his own hands when the royals died in that fire. He took both kingdoms on juggling his own, and a grieving one. We moved temporarily to Nystra to support them, then fell in love with the kingdom and permanently moved. The Silent Court had risked everything we had built. Now their leader The Silent Queen had been caught. The news came to the castle early this morning. He was walking with Caspar and Julias on the way to the throne room. They had been waiting for this day for forever, now that it was here it was surreal. The day we had all waited for.

“Father is happy, isn’t he?” Caspar asked suddenly, breaking the silence. “Ecstatic.” I reply “He’s been waiting for this day for 5 years. Of course, he’s happy. I would be too if I had waited for 5 years.” They both murmured their agreement as we walked into the throne room.

Not matter how many times I see the room; it always takes my breath away. The tall, marbled pillars stretch from floor to ceiling. The golden light shining through both sides of the room. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling with hundreds of candles lit. Navy and gold tapestries hung on the walls below the windows honouring the Nystrians. Potted plants sat at the base of the steps leading up to the dais. Six thrones sat atop the platform two grander than the others. My father smiled as we bowed at the foot of the dais and ascended the steps, grouping together on the side. “I bet you 200 gold coins that she’s ugly.” Julias snickered. “I bet you 500, that she’s pretty.” Caspar challenged. “Who knows maybe it’s a very adventurous man?” Julias cried. “Guys stop messing around. Seriously this is not something to joke about!” “Such a kill joy.” Caspar teased, Julias laughed with his twin brother. “No, he’s not a kill joy, joy just avoids him at all costs.” They burst out laughing. “Joy walks straight past him, doesn’t even bother to stop.” Both are bent over cackling now.

“Boys.” Father’s voice rings out as he strolls over to us, “What is going on over here?” Caspar sobers up first, Julias quickly after. “Just some good old brotherly love.” Julias replies mussing up Caspar’s hair. Getting a disapproving look from father. “You boys are going to be the death of me, I swear.” A cool voice travels up through the room. We all turn to see Leahla walking up the dais. Her light brown hair flowing freely down her back, she was wearing a white floor length gown. “My Leahla,” Father said as he walked over to her abandoning his path toward us. “Looking luminescent as usual.” “Thank you, father.” She smiled as he embraced her. “Let’s get this death sentencing over with.” “Leahla!” Julias hissed. “What? It’s the truth!” she called back. “Children.” Father chided “Get to your seats. It is hardly appropriate for our newest prisoner to walk in on you four bickering. Go seat yourselves, now.” We each took our seats to fathers asking. I sat on the right of father, to signify I was the heir to the throne, Leahla sat on the other side of Mother’s throne, who was notably absent most likely looking after Lorelei and Addiline, our younger sisters. Julias sat on the other side of Leahla. Then the wait began, for this Silent Queen to arrive.

We didn’t wait too long before a loud knock sounded on the large doors at the end of the room. Father had called out enter and six guards walked in, I was surprised that they needed that many to escort. But she wasn’t even with them.  Caspar noticed to leaning over to speaking in my ear. “Those are just her escorts! She must be pretty dangerous if those are just escorts.” Another six stepped through the door, they wore fathers official guard mark on their chests. The girl who they had brought in was being held back by four guards. But that wasn’t what had stopped me dead in my thoughts. The girl, the Silent Queen was pretty. She was around my age her dark brown hair framed her face and her eyes. They were so blue they almost bordered on grey, piercing. She was beautiful. “Looks like Julias owes me 500 sharlom.” Caspar whispered snapping me out of my thoughts. Right. She is a traitor to the throne. Get it together, Callum. The girl was brought to the middle of the room, only then did I notice the shackles she had around her wrists and her ankles. She has wrist and ankle shackles and four guards holding her back? Very dangerous.

The guards stopped her in the middle of the room shoving her forward. She stumbled, almost collapsing onto the floor. Wallis, one of the guards stepped forward and presented Father with her weapons. I balked, she had at least six daggers, a dozen throwing knives and her sword. She smiled at my reaction. I quickly schooled my face into the impassive detached prince I’m supposed to be. Inwardly cursing myself for allowing my mask to drop.

“What is your name?” The king’s voice boomed across the room. The girl straightened quickly each guard taking one step closer. Was she really this big of a threat? “My name?” Her voice was smooth and reminded me of a snow falling on a winter’s day. “I’m called the Silent Queen.” A Silent Queen and her court.

“What’s your name?” Father asked again.

“My name, is Leahla.” She smiled. The king rose a little of his seat. Leahla’s eyes narrowed as she looked at the girl. “That is not your name. What is your name?” He asked without breaking eye contact “Lora.” She said breaking away. “Good,” he smiled “Now Lora, do you know why you’re here?” “Who said my name was Lora?” She asked a smirk appearing on her lips. Caspar was struggling to contain his laughter, father his rage. “What do you mean? You said your names was Lora?” “Did I?” She had a puzzled look on her face “Well silly me I forgot; my name is Jeramiah!” She said with a confidence that not even I could’ve muster in front of Father. “Your name is Jeramiah?” He asked, he had risen out of his chair now. “No.” “WHAT IS YOUR NAME?” Father roared. He flew across the room and slammed her onto the floor shoving his sword at her throat. “What is your name?” He asked this time deathly quiet.

“Aurelia.” She croaked. Father faltered his sword waivered for a second, in that second, the girl – Aurelia – whipped her hands up and using her shackles flung the sword out of his grip, she swiped her legs out and tripped him over. She scrambled over to his sword and rose to her feet. The guards had each drawn their swords now. Father had risen from the floor and was handed a sword from a guard. If he motioned for it, we would be allowed to draw our own swords. “You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” He spat at her. She smiled. “I like to think that, yes.” She looked at the king with a hunger. So deep I couldn’t understand it. Like she wanted him dead just for existing. It looked as if she would lunge for him at any second. Instead, she turned to the guards and smirked. “Who wants to play again? Trust me it might seem a little unfair, so I’ll only use one hand.” The audacity this girl had. “No one will be doing anything.” A voice boomed across the room. The Grand General. He entered with unfaltering confidence. Swiftly bowed to the king who nodded in return and looked to Aurelia. “What’s this delightful girl’s name?” He asked the king. “Aurelia.” Father managed to grit out. The Grand General, who entered this room without blinking at this sight before him, actually staggered back. He recovered quickly. Telling Aurelia to put down her weapon so that they can continue with this meeting. Reluctantly ever, so reluctantly did Aurelia drop her sword, and kick it towards the king. The guards pounced the second the sword was in his grasp, tackling her to the ground. When father had regained his composure he returned to the dais, the General by his side. The guards had Aurelia standing again and shoved her into the middle of the room she had a split lip, and she was grinning.

“Right. Aurelia.” He said her name ever so slowly turning it over in his mouth. “Yes?” she innocently asked. I openly stared at her, she had such a reckless nature about her, it was magnetic. “Hey!” She snapped at me noticing my stare “Did your mama not tell you it’s rude to stare? Look elsewhere.” The challenge in her voice, I couldn’t back down,

“Not when your being disrespectful to your king.” I spat back. “Right.” She looked back to the king. “How’s that whole rightful ruler thing going for you anyway?”

“What are you talking about?” The Grand General asked his voice like ice. “Well considering you never found the two princesses of Nystra—” “ENOUGH!” Father yelled “You.” He said pointing an accusing finger at her “What are you trying to say young girl?” “What I was trying to say before I got rudely interrupted about seven times,” She stated her voice dry. “Is that I am the rightful heir to the throne of Nystra.”

“What?” All five of us leapt straight out of our seats. “What is she talking about?” Leahla demanded looking at Father. “Your, Your, what?” Julias cried. “No, no, no, that can’t be true. Right Father?” Caspar was murmuring. This one sentence had sent us all sprawling into chaos. She seemed so confident it was hard not to believe her. Believe that she was trying to steal out throne. This one person, who was smiling gleefully at the mayhem she had just caused. A deep laughter rang out through the room.  We all turned to see the king just laughing. He sat down and looked directly at Aurelia. “Ahh, you see, she is not right in the head. Everyone knows that the royals of Nystra perished is the fire. Gods bless them” he said quietly. “The Birnett’s were close friends of mine.” “Bull—” she started. “And the fact that you have the audacity to impersonate their beloved daughter, is appalling.” He sighed. “Let’s just get this over with. Callum my boy, your insight on this situation would lovely. Why don’t you give Aurelia here her sentence?” I swallowed at the sudden attention on me.

“Uh well,” Why was this so hard? I pushed every piece of ice I could muster into my tone and gave my judgement “Leading with all her crimes toward the throne in the past five years, and her attempt to cause bodily harm toward the king—” “She killed seven of my men when they were trying to bring her in. That counts as well.” The Grand General interrupted. Seven of his men? “Right yes including that, I Prince Callum Tiberias Hansley the eighth sentence you to execution,” She just stared straight ahead as if she hadn’t just heard her own death sentence. “By Beheading. In a weeks’ time.” My father finished. That caught her attention. She just smiled and asked, “Right, cool. So can I go now?” Father raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Of course you can. Wallis, Tergoat would you do the honours of showing this beautiful princess to her room?” She just raised her eyes to the ceiling as the guards moved to grab her. “I can walk by myself; I don’t need you guards holding me all the time.” “That may be true my dear, but I don’t trust you enough for that.” The king spat. “Take her away” he waved a hand and the guards each grabbed and arm. Turned and promptly left the room with Aurelia.

We each rose and turned to Father for our next instructions only to be dismissed. Caspar grabbed on my arm and laughed as soon as we were out of the room. “Now that is a death sentencing that I wouldn’t mind watching again. Woo!” “I know!” Julias joined in chattering about how wild it was. Leahla watched me carefully. “Seemed like miss Aurelia got under your skin brother.” “She did not!” I snap. She raises her hands in a peace gesture. “Just pointing out what I saw.” Smiling she drags the boys away to the garden to gossip about the previous hour. “Come on boys lets go to the gardens!” Both perk up at the mention of the gardens.

The whole meeting ran through my head as I made my way to my rooms. I am the rightful heir to the Nystrian throne. The words played over and over in my head. She was lying, she had to be. But they stuck. And I needed them gone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

chapter 2

lemme know if u find any mistakes!! and if you'd like the next chapter!!

am so down for the next chapter atp ill read thw whole thing its incredibly good ems, youre so fucking talented i swear <3

[ruki--mukami]

(TW)

I adore how Ruki in one of the recent asks tells Karlheinz to find his own wife.

Imagine the conversation goes further:

Karl to Ruki laughing: “But I have asked you to find me a wife not a lover. Wives and lovers serve different purposes. I would imagine you of all people should know that Ruki. Perhaps I took you for something more than you really are.” Or maybe this girl blinds you."

Karl to Ruki clearly amused looking at his s/o: “How about a small bet, Ruki? You’ll find me an appropriate fourth wife and I will leave this girl to you. Will a month suffice? Or a week to make this bet more interesting? I feel generous today. I’ll give you this month.”

Karl turning to Ruki as he walks away: “And remember Ruki you are not allowed to get married without my permission.”

(Ruki’s s/o terrified: “Who is this man Ruki? He is joking, isn’t he? Why is he speaking about me as if I am not here and as if I have nothing to say in this matter?)

((Note for Admin: But Ruki is a bit of hypocrite: he only defies Karl when his s/o is involved. Otherwise, he tells (especially his sister on your blog) "endure it". Anyway, I love your portrait of Karl-Ruki relation. Maybe I should open Karlheinz blog as I’d love these two to interact more. Although I feel I couldn't write for Karl. So, I hope you do not mind my Karl-related asks.)

"That may be so, but I find a loveless marriage is destined for nothing but failure and tragedy for those involved. There may have been a time I would agree with your words without hesitation, especially after how my own mother betrayed me long ago. However, this woman… I'm willing to permit her light to quell my darkness, even if it blinds me. Karlheinz-sama, you taught me how Vampires shroud themselves in eternal umbra, rooted deep in the misery and misfortune that compels them to thrive off the life force of others," he said wistfully as a rueful frown dampened his features, "yet contrarily they also lack reason for their own feelings."

Not once did the hand on his lover's shoulder falter nor release, signifying the bond Ruki shared with the woman he valued more than others, more than his family, and even more than life itself. Possessively, the Vampire traversed the small of her back, steadying her in place to further emphasize he did not, and never will, intend to hand her over to anyone, not even his benefactor.

"Perhaps my relationship with her is one of those rare instances in which a Vampire loses all inhibition and seemingly has his fangs extracted from him as if he lost demonic sadism. Even so, to love without reason is to love unconditionally. The same cannot be said for matrimony void of any romance," he ran several digits through his hair in a forlorn motion. "Please do not misconstrue my words, Karlheinz-sama. I only voice my opinion so that my benefactor arrives at the same surprising yet beneficial revelation. Without true love, the world is nothing but pure trepidation and a step closer to chaos."

After the Vampire King would not budge from his original conniving plans, Ruki let out a heavy sigh of resignation, realizing that any further reasoning with Karlheinz would fall on deaf ears.

"Ah… One month. Very well, I will oblige to your request if doing so pleases you. Although, despite my agreeance, I must caution against such a challenge until the very end. I harbor no doubts that I will find a suitable fourth wife for you, but even so this woman will most likely meet the same fate as your previous lovers and your former wives. Mentally troubled, clouded with hubris, and surreptitiously hoping for death at every opportune moment. You could hardly call it love, if at all. Nonetheless, I will not fail you, Karlheinz-sama. You can rely on me for anything you require as always."

Once the couple had a moment alone and away from the godlike being, could only stare blankly ahead in deep contemplation, a visage of apathy crossing him. Then, he turned to his wife with solemn eyes, hints of determination lurking within.

“Forgive me for putting you through this ordeal. Karlheinz-sama is the one who granted my brothers and I a second chance at life. For the four of us, his word is absolute, but I can assure you once a fourth wife has been chosen, I will find a way for us to marry once and for all. It would be the ultimate act of betrayal, but if he cannot grant me permission to do at least that much after I fulfilled his orders, then I will rebel for your sake. To live by your side, to make you mine, and to love you for all eternity... I wish for nothing more than that.”

🧩 Yes, definitely. One of Ruki's traits is his hypocrisy to be honest, but I really love the drastic changes in his character regarding Karlheinz and his significant other. It really shows how she was able to change him, so much so that he would oppose his benefactor's wishes which is a rarity with Ruki. Also, it really warms my heart how you adore my portrayal of his relationship with Karl. T_T To be honest I always considered it similar to that of a king and his trusted knight, hahaha. Especially when Ruki only uses polite speech with Karl and no one else. It's definitely my time to shine with the proper talk and vast vocabulary. And honestly I'm so shocked I would inspire someone to want to make A KARL BLOG, OMG. THAT WOULD BE SO MUCH FUN, I'D DEFINITELY LOVE TO INTERACT. Sorry, got excited there AHAHA. Honestly, you've been writing him well so far! His reasons for doing things range from "because I was bored" to "wanting to create a new human race," so with him, anything is possible. But I understand if you feel more comfortable just sending the Karl related asks, too. Either way, I do not mind and look forward to further interactions!! ^^ 🧩

#diabolik lovers #ruki mukami #mukami ruki #ask #react #diabolik lovers rp #karlheinz #tw

[aaronhotchstan]

Too old for this...

Chapter 8

Collision

Aaron Hotchner/ David Rossi

This chapter contains sexual content (18+) mdni

Dave needed to relax. Really needed to relax, he was always a pro in the kitchen but today something was off. The pressure to make this meal the best it could possibly be clouded his instincts. The prawns were overcooked, the risotto had too much wine, it was all dangerously close to spinning out of control until he called it. He threw the ruined food in the bin and instead called in a favor with one of his old friends who happened to run a restaurant nearby. Soon his friend had delivered excellent pasta Arrabiata to his door for him to reheat later (as much as that pained his pride to do).

He donned his chosen outfit for the occasion and drank (a few too many) glasses of wine while he waited for Aaron to arrive. He scrolled through the buzzing group chat where all his coworkers appeared to be placing bets on whether or not this evening would work out.

~Loving the confidence you all have in me guys.~

He sent into the chat as Derek made a large bet on Hotch running for the hills.

~Pay them no attention Italian Stallion you got this! ~ Penelope Replied

Dave took a minute to just calm his breathing and take in Garcia's words of encouragement. No matter what after tonight he will finally know where he stood with Aaron, good or bad (though with the way the man kissed him the other night bad didn't seem that likely) he would know.

A knock at the door caused Dave to come spiraling out of his thoughts. It's now or never. He made his way to the front door pausing for just a moment to make sure he wouldn't seem too eager before opening.

Aaron was there with his bright smile, his hair was mostly gelled down except from the stubborn tufts that never behaved. He was wearing a dark jacket, a crisp white t-shirt and dark jeans that hugged his legs well and Dave would bet made the man's ass look amazing.

"Hey." Aaron said almost shyly which threw Dave for a bit of a loop.

"Hey yourself," he took a step back from the door and ushered Hotch inside. "Thank you for coming."

"I could never pass up the opportunity to enjoy your cooking Dave, I would be crazy not to come." Aaron beamed at him while producing a bottle of red from behind his back. "I know you are much more capable of picking out good wines than I am but I couldn't show up empty handed." He added handing the bottle over.

Dave took it returning his smile and reading the label. "There's your southern manners again Aaron, you didn't have to bring anything but thank you. I'm sure this is lovely."

They set off toward the kitchen discussing the more interesting office gossip and discussing how the team were doing. Dave uncorked the bottle Aaron gifted him and poured two glasses on the kitchen counter. Aaron sat happily at one of the bar stools with the wine in hand while Dave took his over to the stovetop as he stirred the premade pasta.

"It's funny to get your dinner offer after being invited to Penelope's for drinks and all those lunches with Emily. I've been unusually popular lately."

Dave almost choked on his wine. "Emily has taken you to lunch...plural?"

"You're as surprised as I was, I began to suspect she was poisoning me or something but every conversation we had seemed to be on the same topic." Aaron said with a laugh.

Dave downed the rest of his glass offering Aaron more (which was turned down because he was drinking his at a normal pace) he refilled his own glass before asking in a tone he hoped was nonchalant. "What were these conversations about?"

"Well the first one she was talking about all these different celebrities and asking if I found them attractive, then she was asking about my current love life and if I was ready to date again and the last one she was asking if I find facial hair attractive on men."

Dave could feel the panic setting in, he whirled around to go back to the stovetop and think of an appropriate reply to that answer when his hand knocked the bottle of wine from the counter and sent it spilling over Aaron.

"Shit! Aaron I'm so sorry" Dave rushed over to the other side of the counter using his dish cloth to try and wipe away some of the wine from the other man.

Aaron just laughed taking in his once white shirt that resembled a zombie costume and the growing puddle of wine at their feet. "It's okay Dave but if you didn't like the wine you could have just said so." He joked.

Dave gave the other man a glare with no real heat to it before dropping the soaked towel to the puddle on the floor. He grabbed Aaron by the arm and steered him up the stairs towards his bedroom. "I'm sure I'll have something you can wear we have to get you out of these clothes, then maybe I can salvage the shirt."

Aaron allowed himself to be dragged to the master bedroom without a fuss and seemed content to watch as Dave dug through his wardrobe cussing in Italian as he went. He eventually found a black t-shirt he wore under dress shirts on occasion, deciding that all his tailored jeans and trousers would be too big on the waist and too short on the leg he settled on some navy silk pajama pants. He walked back into his room and presented Aaron with the clothes.

Hotch took in the offerings and laughed again. "Of course you own silk pajama pants."

Dave laughed back feeling some of his nerves melt away even if he did feel incredibly embarrassed about tossing Aaron's gift wine all over the floor and the man himself. "It's silk pajamas or wine soaked denim Aaron, your choice." He also set down an empty bin bag for the wet clothes (this carpet costed far too much to fathom letting it get stained)

Aaron grinned back at him defiantly before he began to unbuckle his belt to strip off the wine soaked clothes. "There are easier ways to get me out of my pants David Rossi."

Dave could have swallowed his tongue at that statement, Aaron Hotchner was flirting with him even after the disastrous turn this evening had taken. "Well you know I have a flare for the dramatics, Aaron Hotchner, what did you expect?"

Aaron now stripped of his jeans looked Dave in the eyes as he took off his shirt. "After the other night I expected you to just ask nicely."

Dave's heart stopped in his chest as he took in the trust Aaron was giving him. He was bearing himself for Dave in a way that just a couple weeks ago he hadn't been able to. Dave moved closer taking in each jagged scar across his torso, he reached out and gingerly ran a finger over a large scar from bellow the ribs to the belly button. Aaron took a sharp intake of breath but made no motion to stop him so he continued mapping out each one with his finger. It felt like everything slowed around them as he took the man in following one last scar to just bellow his left nipple and pausing. He wondered if he were to touch Aaron's nipple if the spell would break between them. Before he could give the thought much consideration Aaron clasped his hands around the back of Dave's head and guided him into a hungry kiss.

He moaned into the kiss as Aaron's teeth grazed over his bottom lip teasingly Dave opened his mouth and their tongues danced together. they broke apart for Air and stood wrapped in each other's arms breathing each other in.

"This hardly seems fair does it?" Aaron asked glancing between his own mostly naked body and Dave's still fully clothed.

"You're right it isn't."

Dave wrapped both his arms around Aaron's hips lifting him up just enough to throw him onto the bed earning him a surprised laugh. With Aaron watching he quickly unbuckled his own belt taking off his trousers and tossing them out of the way soon doing the same with his shirt. He paused with gripping the waistband of his boxers to make sure he had his partner's attention. Aaron stared at him with lust blown pupils and anticipation written across his expression. He discarded his boxers and climbed onto the bed leaning over Aaron and helping him remove his own. He barely had time to take in the gorgeous body beneath him before he was pulled into a ferocious kiss. Aaron's hands were everywhere, exploring him, teasing a nipple, grabbing his ass and generally just egging Dave on.

Dave's hand made it's way to one of Aaron's nipples stroking over it gently to illicit small grunts before pinching it between his fingers to cause more guttural moans. After he was satisfied that Aaron had enough of his teasing he reached between them to wrap his hand around his cock. The skin was hot and already wet with precum, Dave started stroking him at a slow pace. Aaron's head hit the pillows as he was finally receiving some relief even if the pace was teasingly slow, he wrapped his own hand around Dave's cock and began stroking at a faster pace. It had the desired effect of having Dave loose his teasing pace, instead they chased each other to their climaxes.

Dave collapsed next to Aaron, they laid catching their breath for a few minutes before Aaron leaned over them so they could share some lazy kisses.

"Took you long enough" Aaron said smiling down at him.

"If I knew what was waiting for me I would have done that much soon-"

He was interrupted by the sound of the smoke alarm going off.

"Shit the pasta!"

Dave stumbled off the bed, grabbing his robe from the back of the door and rushing to the kitchen.

Chapter 9 (18+)

#hotch #aaron hotchner/david rossi #aaron hotchner #david rossi #criminal minds fic #criminal minds #fanfic

[aj-the-satyr]

Discovering the Devil

“ENOUGH!” The voice’s owner wasn’t yet in the room but they didn’t need to be physically there to make an impression.

Everyone watched as the magic Kokora cast simply dissipated into nothingness.

Borvath had his eyes on the doorway while his Father merely stood and seethed.

“Our daughter is missing and yet you would continue with these petty displays.”

The voice’s owner swept as forcefully into the room as their voice had.

Grigori took several steps towards the edge of the room as his wife entered. “I had mentioned…” he began.

“I’ll bet you had.” said his wife as she put her hands on her hips. “You always do just enough to justify your schemes and plans. You expected this reaction. I know you researched people who could help and were there and just as shocked as you when you figured out just who The Bird and The Bull were. I am disappointed that you chose to act as such. How long did you have them wait here before showing up?” She said leaning in towards her husband, the two lizardmen guards trying to be anywhere else at this moment.

“I had matters to…”

“MATTERS!?! How is our daughter not your main priority!?” She cut him off “You did what you do to all those you meet didn’t you? You waited for what you calculated was an appropriate amount of time in order to continue those mind games of yours that you love to play.” She folded her arms. “This is a family emergency and still you insist on playing your games.”

Kokora noticed the surprise on Borvath’s face as Grigori actually seemed to shrink a little. “I’m sorry. You’re right. This isn’t just another business transaction.” Grigori wringed his hands and looked at the both Borvath and Kokora. “I apologize for treating you like such. It is a hard habit to break and most of the people I deal with….. Well, they’re not family and friends of family. They’re people who play the same games and I don't want to lose.” “Good.” she said. “You can go.” she pointed at the guards. “If my son and his friend intend us harm I assure you you wouldn’t be needed anyway.”

Kokora took that moment to examine Borvath’s mom carefully. Also dark furred but more of a brown to Grigori’s black and absolutely reeking of magic. Not items either, just…. Something innate he surmised.

“Sorcerer.” Kokora said out loud.

“Lady Frieda von Traask and I would kindly ask that you refrain from throwing any more spells around. I know that my husband can be a pain more than anyone, but please, we are hiring you to help our daughter.” She smiled

“You have the money to hire all the guards in the city. Why us?” Asked Kokora.

Grigori withdrew an envelope from his jacket. “There are….. Complications”

Borvath narrowed his eyes at his father.

Kokora tilted his head. “Explain.”

Grigori fished inside the envelope and withdrew a small amulet on a thin gold chain. As he did so the temperature of the room dropped several degrees and Kokora’s eyes started to glow blue.

A wholly different voice came from the mouth of the Kenku. “You’re going to have to explain how you came to be holding that amulet and if I do not like your answer, then I’m afraid you’ll find my magicks a little harder to stop than Kokora’s.”

#the bird and the bull #my writing #minotaur #d&d characters #writeblr #Story by Snippet

[mediaevalmusereads]

A Kiss for Midwinter. By Courtney Milan. Smashwords, 2012.

Rating: 3.5/5 stars

Genre: historical romance, novella

Part of a Series? Yes, book 1.5 of the Brothers Sinister

Summary: Miss Lydia Charingford is always cheerful, and never more so than at Christmas time. But no matter how hard she smiles, she can't forget the youthful mistake that could have ruined her reputation. Even though the worst of her indiscretion was kept secret, one other person knows the truth of those dark days: the sarcastic Doctor Jonas Grantham. She wants nothing to do with him...or the butterflies that take flight in her stomach every time he looks her way.

Jonas Grantham has a secret, too: He's been in love with Lydia for more than a year. This winter, he's determined to conquer her dislike and win her for his own. It all starts with a wager and a kiss...

***Full review under the cut.***

Content Warnings: slut shaming, miscarriage, hoarding

Overview: As a rule, I generally avoid Christmas media. I dont typically enjoy it, but this year, my romance reading buddy thought it would be fun if I gave Christmas romances a try. To give myself the best chance of success, I chose a book by favorite romance author, Courtney Milan. Overall, there were things I liked and things that I didn't, which resulted in my middling rating. I liked that this novella was full of Milan's focus on social issues; but I also felt the novella didnt really hit its stride for a few chapters. Perhaps my criticisms are due to personal taste, but even so, I'm giving this book 3 stars.

Writing: I don't have much to say about Milan's prose that's different from what I've said in the past. Milan's prose is fairly straightforward and does a lot of work while appearing simple. I never felt confused or lost, and as a result, this novella was a quick read.

Plot: The plot of this book follows young doctor Jonas Grantham as he attempts to win a bet he makes with Lydia Charingford. Jonas has been in love with Lydia for the better part of a year, but Lydia doesn't return his affections. For one, Jonas is sarcastic, pessimistic, and a little too blunt; Lydia, by contrast, is warm, loving, and optimistic. For two, he knows a secret about her - a secret that will cause her to be cast out of society, if discovered. Not daunted, Jonas makes a bet: he bets that by Christmas, he can show Lydia a situation that she can't find optimism in. If she wins, he'll never talk to her again. If he wins, she shall give him a kiss.

This plot was fun in that it hinged on some very Christmasy themes. Things like optimism and finding the bright side in dire situations felt appropriate for the holidays, and I was thoroughly engrossed by the bet (not to mention, the bet made for a pretty tight narrative structure; Jonas gets 3 chances to show Lydia something dire, so everything revolves around 3 tentpoles, so to speak). I also appreciated that the Christmas stuff wasn't too overbearing; while things like holiday trees and holly were mentioned, this book didn't necessarily feel like the romance was sparked by "the magic of Christmas." Being a Christmas curmudgeon, this was perfectly fine with me.

However, in my opinion, this plot doesn't really hit its stride until maybe 20% in (which is a lot, for a novella). We begin the book with a heavy scene in which Jonas makes a professional mistake that haunts him for years after. It's all well and good except the tone seems to change dramatically from there. We move from a heavy episode to Jonas a few years later, seeking out women and ranking them by attractiveness, all in the hopes that he can marry for unlimited access to sex. Given what happened in the opening scene, I got some literary whiplash.

I also think some parts of each protagonist's emotional arc could have been better resolved. Because this is a novella, there isn't the space to explore the healing journey that Lydia undergoes or Jonas letting go of his guilt. It's a shame because I would have loved to read more about them.

And lastly, without spoiling anything, I think I would have found this plot a little more compelling if Jonas did not in fact know who Lydia was until the first house call, or perhaps if his attitude towards women were different. As it stands, it feels like Jonas's pursuit of Lydia and the cavalier way he treats her secret is a bit inappropriate, but this could be personal taste.

Things do get better, however, once the house calls start happening and the characters interact a little more organically.

Characters: Lydia, our heroine, is very kind-hearted, which makes her admirable. Not only does she treat everyone (except Jonas) with warmth and respect, but she is thoughtful and generous, especially when she accompanies Jonas on house calls. I really liked that part of her arc involved accepting that her past did, in fact, bother her, but it wasn't so all-encomoassing that it consumed her. I also liked that her arc cenetered around allowing herself to feel, and recognizing when her feelings were both valid and unfair. My main criticism of Lydia is that I found it odd that she was somewhat prudish. Jonas uses medical terms for genitalia around her, which she balks at. Personally, it seems strange that after all she went through, she would object to such terms and conversation about sex. But perhaps that's just my personal read on the situation.

Jonas, our hero, didn't start out as likable, but he grew on me over time. I wasn't really a fan of his ranked list of attractive women, nor did I like that he wanted to marry so he could have unlimited access to sex. I did find his relationship with his sickly hoarder father to be quite sympathetic, however, and his dedication to truth (especially in the realm of medicine) was admirable. He did end up being a good match for Lydia later, when they share some emotional intimacy, so I don't want to make it seem like he's awful. I just have very particular tastes.

Supporting characters were actually quite sweet, especially the parents of our protagonists. I really loved Lydia's relationship with her father and the complete trust he had in his daughter, even after what happened in her past. It was refreshing to see such a devoted parent who wasn't overly protective or inclined on punishment, and it made for a much more tender relationship. I also really enjoyed Jonas's relationship with his father. Jonas's father is a poor, sickly hoarder who refuses Jonas's help, yet Jonas comes to visit every day. While it first appears that their relationship is antagonistic, we eventually learn of the deep affection the two have for each other, and watching their relationship evolve was very satisfying.

Romance: There were things I liked and didn't like about this romance, but as time when on, I ended up liking it more than being bothered by it. On the positive side, I liked the plot Milan built around Lydia unfairly blaming Jonas for what happened in the past, and Jonas blaming himself just a bit. It made for some great emotional intimacy and character growth, and I liked how it brought the characters together.

I do think, however, that some of the more physically intimate moments were poorly timed. The first time Lydia shows any kind of kindness or affection for Jonas occurs right after she breaks down in tears over her past. While I enjoyed the way Jonas helped her get her anger out and how he calmed her after, the turn to Jonas's erection and Lydia thinking about sex was a little jarring. I would have preferred it if the scene was just an emotional one.

After that, however, the relationship feels much more natural and sweet, and I ended up enjoying it. I liked how Lydia answered Jonas's bluntness and sarcasm, and I enjoyed watching her realize that Jonas absolutely adores her.

TL;DR: A Kiss for Midwinter is a perfect read for those who aren't necessarily into cheesy "magic of Christmas" romances. Featuring a heroine with a heavy past and optimistic look on life, as well as a hero who helps her release her pent-up negativity, this book is a worthwhile read, even if it takes a few chapters to get going.

[iloveitwhen]

Would you be willing for some fluff damianette ?

This was in my WIPs for the. longest. time. I hope this is fluffy enough!

Marinette with Alya, Nino, and Adrien were at the beach near Gotham University on a nice summer day. Alya and Adrien were visiting Nino and Marinette before school started again and they all agreed to head to the beach. It was a rare sunny day and knowing Gotham the weather would be back to doom and gloom tomorrow so they scrapped their plans for the day and were decked out in swimming trunks, bikinis, summer dresses, and sunglasses headed straight for the ice cream. 

“Eh, not as good as Andre’s,” Alya complained but Adrien, who had a look of pure ecstasy at his cherry and blueberry serving retorted, 

“It doesn’t even matter though, cause ice cream is ice cream and nothing can stop me from devouring this tasty tasty treat,” he said with an almost evil look on his face causing them to all laugh at him, he ignored them and focused only on carefully consuming his treat. 

They wandered along the boardwalk looking for an open spot on the beach when Nino stopped the group. 

“Hey Marinette, isn’t that the guy you hang out with?” he pointed further down the walkway to a taller dark haired man with deep tan skin holding up a poster. 

“Oh yeah! I want to introduce you guys, come on.” She began heading over to the boy with the others following close behind until she was about twenty feet away then she abruptly stopped. 

Alya lightly bumped into her and cursed under her breath but Marinette was too staring at something in shock. Her jaw was practically on the ground and Alya quickly snatched the ice cream in her hand before it fell to the ground as well. 

“Girl, what? Are you ok?” Alya followed her gaze to the boy Marinette wanted to introduce them to and she stifled a laugh. The boy’s poster read:

Kiss me, I’m desperate.

---

No way. 

No way.

Marinette could not believe Damian fricken Wayne was standing in front of the beach holding a poster that said kiss me i’m desperate. What bet did he lose? Damian never loses bets. This is precisely why Damian doesn’t lose bets. Because his brothers do this to him. 

Damian looked extremely uncomfortable but still had his scowl that warded off most teens who found him attractive, not the ones who were closer to their age though. She watched in utter fascination as a girl approached him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek to which Damian stiffened and scowled even deeper, admittedly her stomach flipped uncomfortably and her chest tightened. Apparently she didn’t like when other people kiss Damian. 

“Holy shit” she says softly, ignoring the others’ shock at her use of a curse word and instead swivels around looking for his brothers hoping she’d recognize them by Damian’s description of them alone. She spots three rather attractive men varying in age, the youngest was lean with long hair and looked tired, probably Drake, the tallest had a tuft of white hair, definitely Todd, and by order of elimination the third would be Grayson. She contemplated what to do, force them to end Damian’s embarrassment or join in the teasing for a bit. She decided to approach Damian first seeing as the brothers didn’t know who she was given Damian’s paranoia. She stood directly in front of Damian while the others stayed back for a bit to watch the show. 

“Hey Damian.” His head shot up from looking at his watch and a dark shade of red cascaded onto his cheeks. 

“Dupain-Cheng,” he said crisply, trying with all his might to sound like his dignity wasn’t being torn to shreds. 

“Watcha doing?” she asked casually, biting her lip to keep from smiling. 

“I have unfortunately made a wrong calculation and lost a bet.” 

“Aaaand what was the bet?” He huffed and looked away, still dutifully holding his sign up. 

“How long it would take my father to notice the increasing amount of rubber ducks appearing throughout the manor. I overestimated his detecting capabilities.” Marinette’s raised an eyebrow, 

“Really?” 

“Yes. And I still have-” he checks his watch, “-forty six minutes and eleven seconds left.” He looks back up to find Marinette holding back a smile. “Does my predicament amuse you Dupain-Cheng?” 

“Yes.” She pulls out her phone and snaps a picture before putting it back and continues, “so is there another way out of your so-called predicament or will you have to stand there for forty five minutes holding that sign, which I might add doesn’t look good on you, Wayne.” Damian scowls at her. 

“Rude. Yes there is another way but it’s not like I would let it happen anyway, so I will stand here for the next forty five minutes and forty six seconds.” 

“Are you going to tell me? Maybe I can help out.” Damian looked past her and leveled a glare at his brothers. 

“To get out of this… embarrassment, they have ordered me to get kissed… on the lips or stand here for a complete hour, there is no limit of cheek kisses,” he brings his gaze back to her, he isn’t glaring anymore but the slight scowl remains, “And I refuse to have a complete stranger get anywhere near me like that and I highly doubt you’d like to “help me” with that.” Her stomach fluttered and she grinned. She did find herself daydreaming about “helping” him lately and faked an interested look after glancing back at his brothers and giving them a small wave. 

“Well, Damian Wayne, I would love to help you out if you would allow me to.” She crosses her arms, a clear challenge. Damian gapes at her, scowl forgotten and lips parted in shock, which just made her eyes linger on that part of his face for a bit too long. 

“Seriously?” he asked before suddenly straightening his back and clearing his throat. “There is no need to take pity on me, Dupain-Cheng.” 

“No no no, I want to.” She nods her head in affirmation, she was extremely nervous of being rejected and his reaction wasn’t a great sign but even if he didn’t like her like that they could always think of it as a favor from a friend.  

Damian continues to stare at her and narrowed his gaze contemplating his options. Marinette began to fidget when he finally spoke up. 

“Ok.” 

“Ok?” Marinette was honestly a little surprised but Damian nodded his head. 

“Ok,” he confirmed. Marinette smiled and held out her hands for the poster which he gave her hesitantly while glancing at his brothers then snapping his head back to her when he hears ripping. 

“HEY!” Marinette looks over her shoulder to find Todd leading the other two boys, all red in the face, to Damian and Marinette. She gave them an innocent smile and turned back to Damian. 

“It’s now or never Dames,” she reaches up, grabbing his collar and tugs him down. 

His lips were as soft as she imagined and the kiss was even more exhilarating than she ever hoped. Before she could pull away Damian deepened the kiss and pulled her towards him, setting her stomach fluttering again at his actions. 

When they pulled back they were both breathing a little shorter trying to make up for the lost oxygen and beating hearts. 

Marinette laughed lightly, “Well, Wayne, I didn’t know you were that desperate.” 

“My hand was forced.” 

“To my waist?” she teased, she wanted to kiss him again but she didn’t know if it was appropriate. 

“What the FU-”

“Jason!” Dick admonishes. 

“No, really, what the FU-”

“Alya!” Adrien admonishes. 

#daminette #maribat #damian x marinette #marinette x damian #im clever #hand was forced #to the waist #asks #my asks #wip? not here 💪 #only finished works #as long as you ignore my 100 wips #theyre invisible

[youryanderedaddy]

Yandere! Bully x reader

                                            Title: Metal bars 

tw: possessive behavior, threats, crude language, bullying, slight slut - shaming, non - consensual touching, slight abuse

 Today wasn't like the other days - you could feel it in the tips of your fingers, while you opened the locker. Maybe you were overjoyed since your life was finally coming together or something great was about to happen. You had kissed your boyfriend first thing in the morning and made plans with your friends after school. You were finally happy. So you didn't pay much mind to the boy, glaring at you from the other side of the hall. Some part of you wanted to believe that if you managed to ignore this small problem, it would go away. But how wrong you were.

 He had cornered you after the last bell rang while you were trying to pick your books and leave as quickly as possible, but even as you squirmed helplessly to get away, his strong hands held you in one place. His hot breath was lingering on your neck, a little too close for it to be considered appropriate. His palms open onto your wrists, squizing them in a painful grip. The boy looked absoulutely terrifying with his sharp features and a smile you couldn’t describe with any other word than sadistic.

 “I can see you have gained some confidence, bitch.” The bully snapped at you. “I bet  it is because your little boyfriend finally gained the courage to fuck you.” Damien pushed your head harshy against the nearest locker and as much as you despised giving him the satisfaction of seeing you broken, you just couldn’t suppress the pained moan from escaping your lips. The hot - tempered teenager was getting more annoyed by the minute for some reason - and you hadn’t even opened your mouth to defy him yet. “You think that you have the right to dress like that and act so disgustingly happy now just because you spread your legs for some nobody?” He asked you, his face growing hot and his cheeks - scarlet. You had no idea what had made him so angry, but his spiteful words were tearing at your meek heart, still healing from the long years of torment at his hands. “Fucking slut.” The boy almost roared in your sensitive ear sending cold shivers down your spine. The hot stinging tears were threatening to spill from your eyes like a waterfall, but you shook your head instead. You couldn’t let him win yet again, especially not now that everything else was finally falling into place. 

“We never did anything, but what does it matter to you anyways?“ You replied, trying to sound calm and collected, even though deep down you were scared out of your mind. Damien had always been a violent bastard, but he had never acted so roughly towards you before. 

“It fucking doesn’t.“ The bully spoke harshly, breaking the blissful, but rather short - lived silence between you. His hands were groping at your shoulders, digging his nails deep into your collarbone without a remorse. “I just find your attitude repulsive.“

“If you hate me so much, then leave me alone.“ You countered, inhaling slowly through your nose and clinging to the locker behind in hopes to distance yourself from your tormentor. But of course that didn’t work out and soon enough he had caught your wrists and put them above your head, trapping you in with his strong, muscular body. You felt alwfully exposed and vulnerable, faced with a merciless predator. 

“I will never leave you alone. You are mine to use, torture or please, bunny.“ The boy stated confidently, smirking arrogantly. He lowered his head and ran his warm wet tongue against your bare neck, sucking at the sensitive spot next to your arterty, licking and biting at it until a red mark was formed. Damien had managed to turn something as simple and sweet as a love bite into a cold, unpleasant punisment. For a moment you wondered whether he actually liked you and was acting jealous, but you knew the boy too well - he loved no one but himself. “I own you.“ The teen spat at you, sinking his teeth into your flesh once more. He stopped for a second to plant a few small kisses along your feverish skin and perhaps, your theory wasn’t fully correct. “If that motherfucker you call a boyfriend tries to as much as touch you I will fucking kill him.“ Damien swore, his eyes dark, hazy and dangerous, focused on your red, red lips. 

 You finally closed your eyes as he whispered three deadly words into your ear.

#yandere #yandere male #yandere male x reader #male yandere x reader #yandere oneshot #yandere bully #yandere bully x reader #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yancore #i am a basic bitch and love being threatened obv

[missinghan]

falling for the first time ⤖ bang chan

❖ genre : hogwarts au; fluff

❖ word count : 2,1k.

❖ warning : explicit language

❖ summary : your plan of putting all effort into avoiding bang chan as much as possible has been going smoothly for almost seven years until he asks you for a dance at the Yule Ball. or alternatively, your families hate each other but wait...has he always had those golden flecks in his eyes?

❖ author’s note : here’s the song they’re dancing to 🖤

one.

The once cold ballroom has waited for eons it seems, for a real heart to beat a new rhythm into the matter that made it. 

Meanwhile, you too have been waiting (for two-ish hours) in the corner with your cup of root beer abandoned at a table for your dance partner. You’re currently half-clutching your dress and half-panicking because Chan wouldn’t miss an event as extravagant as the Yule Ball. He’s not the type to be sour over little things either just because he didn’t win the Triwizard Tournament. Or perhaps someone else just happened to ask him? 

A blood-curdling shriek bursts your eardrums. 

Jeongin gives you a nudge with his elbow from behind. “Grilled scream-cheese?” he asks with a mouthful of gluten and carbs, a plate of a sandwich with a (literally) screaming slice of cheese slapped in the middle. 

“No, my appetite is ruined,” you say, pushing it away slightly and heaving an audible sigh. 

The Ravenclaw boy makes an alarming noise—something similar to ‘uh-oh’ and swallows the big bite from before as fast as he can. “Where’s Chan?”

You only shrug, “Don’t know. Don’t care.” If only you could do that with the train of thoughts that have been going in and out of your ears for the past a hundred and twenty minutes. 

“Y/N, you look troubled,” he purses his lips, frowning at you. 

“I’m not,” you voice in denial, trying your best not to come off as snappy. No, you will not give up your facade that easily. You won’t leave Chan’s ego nor Jeongin to rest without a fight by saying that you actually want to dance with the heathen!

“Yeah right, let me-“

“Don’t. What if he’s already asked someone else?” You momentarily shudder at how sad you sound. The root beer shouldn’t have hit you this hard. “I mean look at him, he’s Bang Chan. I’m pretty sure those girls from Beauxbatons have been eyeing him up and down since the Tournament.” 

Jeongin lets out a huff of laughter in disbelief. “Are you even hearing yourself right now?”

“One of you guys could have asked me. Or I should have paid Jisung to be my partner yesterday. I just, I don’t know, what am I saying? I’m confused.”

Your friend is officially done with your bullshit so he decides for himself that he will now set down his food to make your first and last Yule Ball arguably unforgettable. “Honestly? I can lie and say I would dance with you if you weren’t so full of pride. But truth is, none of us asked you to dance because we all know how badly Chan wants this opportunity. Wake the fuck up! He’s been planning this since forever. I’ll go look for him, wait here,” he points a finger at you before running off, leaving your heartbeat pause awkwardly like a broken record. 

The ballroom feels significantly colder now. 

“Miss Y/N?”

Ah, perfect timing. What’s another way to phrase ‘being an absolute idiot at a ball’? Oh right, it’s ‘talking to your professor five minutes before the first dance while your friends are socializing left and right’. 

“Yes, Headmistress McGonagall?”

Your professor peers around when she realizes that you’re all alone. “Are you and Mister Bang ready?”

“R-ready?” Suddenly, you feel out of place. 

“Well, of course. It’s only traditional that the three champions start the first dance!”

“Oh.”

two. 

Only the celestial bodies above can know how melancholy you are. But you’re met with a sky without stars tonight. 

With your head on your elbows, lips pressed into a straight line, your gaze falls from the endless canvas of darkness to the hustle and bustle of students leaving the Great Hall to head back to their designated dormitories. A sigh. You definitely don’t need to know what they’re going to do for the after-party. Ryujin used to show you an article on this peculiar machine called ‘a laptop’ that the more you sigh, the faster you age. If Chan keeps doing shit like this to you, you’re gonna be all old and wrinkly by the time he comes here. 

If he is going to show up at all that is. 

The moment you peel your eyes away from the overcrowded main gate, a broad figure is shuffling himself through his drunk Quidditch teammates, sloppy couples, and burnt out professors. He dashes through the empty hallways to reach the spiral staircase, skipping three steps at a time, risking the chances of falling on his face just to get to you. 

Pulling himself to a halt at the last step, Chan sees you all curled up against the balcony railings and feels a pang of guilt wash over his innards like a wave. You’re pulling your legs toward your chest, defeated eyes gazing into the space ahead while your hair falls to your face messily. Like you’ve gone through the depths of the Fourth Dimension, struggling through dark matters and a rite of divinity at the end of the line. All for him. 

You’re beautiful. 

And the amount of affection that’s piling upon his rib cage? Astronomical. 

Your gaze is averted away; even with a slight scowl, sloppy clothes and messed up hair, you still flare radiance. He thinks that if a meteor shower is happening right now, you can still outshine it. “You came,” you mention. 

For once, Chan finds himself at a loss for words. “Y-Yeah,” he manages to swallow. Yeah? What the fuck, Chan? Is that all you’ve got to say? 

“I-I’m sorry, Y/N. Yeji accidentally mistook one of Minho’s potions for her allergy medicine so I gotta take care of that before coming,” he scratches his forearm awkwardly, head hung low with guilt. “I didn’t know it would take that long…”

“Oh.” Wow, jealous stinks. This isn’t pre-school, you’d better snap out of it. “Let’s head back. I wanna check on her before passing out.” 

“She’s fine now, sleeps like death. Chaeryeong is there too, you know, just in case.” Chan feels perplexed as he tries to coax anything but the ‘head back’ option from you. 

You tilt your head. “And...?”

“I’m afraid you owe me something?” A slow smile begins to outstretch upon his facial muscles, deepening the dimples on either side of his cheeks that you adore the most. “A dance, I believe,” he makes a thinking face while striding toward you. 

Coldly, you stand up to dust your dress. “I don’t want to.” You’re not having it, he can tell. But does Bang Chan ever give up? 

“A bet is a bet, Y/N.”

Chan’s hand fishes inside the pocket of his trench coat to take out his wand. His hand delicately gives it a swift flick; once, and twice followed by a low mumble from his lips. Immediately, light pulses from the tip of the wand before shooting upward, disintegrating into a million bits as though a starry night is embracing the both of you. He does the same action again to cast a different spell. Music laces through every fiber of air without effort, like honey being poured into your ears. 

“It’s just one bet,” he pouts with a hand fully extended toward you. 

You should have realized how good Chan looks tonight. A black dress shirt that’s buttoned below appropriate, matching trench coat, silver accessories lining his fingers and ears with naturally tousled hair from running here. He looks so gorgeous that it almost suffocates you, that it almost makes you want to hiss ‘fucking unfair’ out loud. 

Enchanted by his poise and grace, your body reacts without the consent of your mind. You seize up when you unknowingly place your hand on top of his, the touch sending electricity down your spine. A simple response has become all too complicated for your brain to process. 

You grow breathless the moment he grabs you by the waist and pulls you flush against him. “Yeah, a bet so you’ll leave me alone,” you remark sarcastically to ease your nerves. 

“Look, it’s not my fault that the Goblet of Fire chose me to participate in the Tournament,” Chan chuckles lowly, eyes crinkling into crescent moon shapes while he sways you to the soft melody. Dots of light continue to float around weightlessly, reflecting the golden flecks in his eyes. He’s ethereal in the worst way—the way that isn’t healthy for your heart. 

But you soon slap on another scowl when you realize he just reminded you of why you’re even here in the first place. If only you weren’t so salty about Slytherin winning your team over at the final Quidditch match before the holiday occurs. Let’s just say you weren’t exactly in the best mind state after getting your ass kicked in your favorite sport. 

And Chan wasted no time to slip in between the line of comical humor and your ultimate torment. Which results in—if you get to attend the Triwizard Tournament, he will leave you alone for the rest of your life; but if he is the chosen one, he gets a dance with you at the Yule Ball. 

It’s really not all that bad if you think twice about it. Dancing with Bang Chan, the Slytherin’s Quidditch team captain, the student with perfect academics and conduct for six years straight, and now one of the Triwizard Tournament champions this year. 

Music threads through the atmosphere and lifts away gravity. You can’t count how many times you have stepped on his toes due to nervousness because you’re too much of a coward to look him in the eye. But he’s the only thing you can seem to focus on right now. 

“Besides, don’t you think this is a good opportunity to get rid of the tension between us?” Chan asks honestly, and this causes you to perk up. 

“What?”

Lights are twinkling with every step as Chan spins you around gently, your dress billowing out prettily as your heels click against the cold concrete. After that, he swiftly pulls you back into his arms and you exhale in relief like you were meant to be there all this time. 

“Don’t act dumb, you’re terrible at it. I know the only reason why you’ve been avoiding me since first year was because of our families’ stupid grudge. ”

Your eyes are cast downward, sadness glinting in your round pupils. “Either way, my parents wouldn’t like to see me talking to you. And look at what we’re doing. It’s going to be catastrophic if they find out.”

“Well, they can’t just magically appear now, can they?” Chan leans a little closer to lock his eyes with yours. 

And you break it seconds later because you’re an absolute coward for a Gryffindor. “We’re attending a magic school. Anything is possible.”

“Did they even tell you what the actual problem was in the first place?” he huffs out in faint annoyance. 

You shake your head. “I don’t think they’d even remember.”

“Then would you stop giving me that look as if I just shooed your owl way every time I said ‘hi’ on my way to class? Have you ever thought about my feelings? About us being civil for once? Like friends? Or even more so?”

“I-“ 

“We’re not our parents, Y/N.”

Your heart becomes all erratic at his words. It’s nothing like those fully-fledged, tear-jerking nor cheesyass confessions that you’ve gawked at one too many times, but it makes your heart flutter and stirs up those cliché butterflies inside your stomach. This can’t be compared to the Yule Ball—it’s even better than that. Because it feels as though you and Chan are the only presences that graze the surface of this land. There’s no one to judge, no fingers to point, no gossip spreading like wildfire. 

It’s perfect. Almost. 

“Us...it’s not- it can’t happen. It’s not supposed to happen. It’s not possible, Chan.”

Wordlessly, he stops, moves both of your hands to his shoulders, and wraps his arms around your torso. The sound of your heartbeat against his is so in sync they just drown out the music completely. Time is frozen in place, leaving you to hang on the edge with him, hanging onto this single moment as thin as the red string of fate. You’re waiting for him to do something, say something. 

Just then, Chan cracks a wry smile and pulls you closer by the nape of your neck, resting his forehead comfortably on yours. “We’re attending a magic school. Anything is possible.”

#inkidz #skzwritersclub #stray kids #bang chan #stray kids imagines #bang chan imagines #stray kids scenarios #bang chan scenarios #bang chan fanfic #bang chan fluff #stray kids hogwarts au #chan imagines #chan scenarios #skz x reader #chan x reader #lee minho #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #kim seungmin #yang jeongin

[baepsaesbae]

Masked Windfall

Pairing— Park Jimin x reader x Jeon Jungkook

Genre— SMUT, strangers to lovers au

Warnings— Switch!Jimin, Dom!Jungkook, Switch!reader, threesome, explicit unprotected and somewhat rough sex (stay safe my friends), double penetration (but like a bj and in your business at the same time? I’m bad with terminology I’m sorry), brief handjob, fingering, multiple orgasms, a booty slap, praise kink, slight derogatory kink, brief guy on guy action, nipple play, hair pulling, lots of kissing, teasing, swearing, PHEW I think that’s all? Please let me know if I forgot something

Word Count— 6k                                                                                         

Win(d)fôl: a piece of unexpected good fortune || After a bad breakup, you’ve given up on the prospect of a relationship, and on romance in general. Things take a turn once you get dragged to a mysterious party an encounter an alluring stranger. 

A/N— Happy 2021~ I hope you guys enjoy this sinful fic! This was the first fic I ever wrote a threesome scene for and I was quite happy with how it turned out. Reviews and reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

Ever since your breakup, it was as if love was in the air for everyone but you. Seeing happy couples everywhere served as a constant reminder of your bitter split with your longtime boyfriend. Your jerk ex-boyfriend dumped you right before the holiday season, even after you had planned to spend Christmas and New Years’ with him. Left dejected and inconsolable, you gave up on the idea of romance.

“You gotta stop moping around,” your friend, Chungha, tried to cheer you up.

Chungha was single too, but by choice. Boys (and girls) were constantly flinging themselves at her. She didn’t care for a relationship at this time, and would rather opt for meaningless one night stands.

“Come with me tonight!” she excitedly shoved a flyer in your face.

“Love is Out, Lust is In! An exciting one night event dedicated to adventurous singles who just want to have fun…” you read the flyer aloud, “Yeah, I don’t know about that.”

“Girl, you gotta stop feeling sorry for yourself! It’s not your fault that that idiot dumped you. To be honest, I always thought you could do so much better,” Chungha rubbed your back, “I’m not gonna force you to meet anyone new, but one night out can’t hurt. You might even have a serendipitous encounter!”

“Fine, I’ll go. But just to watch over you, I don’t want some creep to follow you around all night,” you caved in.

“I love my little knight in shining armor! This’ll be so fun,” she excitedly clung onto your arm, “I’ll pick you up tonight. Wear something sexy! I think the motif is black? Something appropriate for an anti-lovey dovey stuff.”

It was nearly time for Chungha to pick you up. You concluded that dressing up for the first time in ages was the right move. Maybe it was about damn time to move on from your past.

“Ohhh girl you look amazing!” Chungha praised as you stepped outside, “There’s no way you WON’T be getting dicked down tonight.”

“Oh hush, before I change my mind. I haven’t worn anything this revealing in forever,” you tried to hide your embarrassment.

You were wearing a black mesh top that revealed your bra (the one that makes your boobs look the best of course) paired with a flattering skirt. You felt sexy, but you didn’t have the confidence that you used to. Chungha also looked amazing, but that was a given.

“Where did you learn about this event?” you asked as she drove.

“My friends in the cabaret club told me about it,” she answered.

“You have friends who work in a cabaret club? That’s cool,” you mused as you gazed out the window.

“Not exactly. It’s just called that; it’s really just a group of girls who like to brunch on the weekends. The place we’re going to is known for being a bit secretive,” she smiled.

“What does that mean?” you start to get anxious.

“You’ll see!” she said gleefully.

The venue looked more like some millionaire’s mansion. The property was stowed away at the end of a sketchy road that was more akin to a beaten up dirt path. However, you saw that the lot in front of the house was littered with fancy cars; from G Wagons to Bugattis. The guests emerging from the vehicles all looked like celebrities.

“Where the hell are we?” you asked Chungha.

“Not quite sure, but I can’t wait to find out,” she was also awestruck.

Upon arrival, a gentleman stationed at the entrance requested for your invitation. Chungha pulled out a fancy envelope and casually handed it to him. It looked far more formal than the flyer she showed you earlier.

“Is this your plus one?” he gruffly asked.

“Yep,” Chungha linked her arm in yours.

“Very well. Here are your masks. Enjoy your stay,” he responded curtly.

“Masks? Chungha, seriously. Where the hell are we? I was picturing some dingy club based off of the flyer you showed me. Not to mention that I am drastically underdressed,” you admitted as you helped her put on her mask.

Chungha took the sparkly white mask that was adorned with feathers, which was fitting since it made her look even more angelic. Your mask was matte black accented with gold trimmings. It was far more elegant than the outfit you were wearing.

“Okay, I confess. I made the flyer. I knew you’d decline if I told you it was actually a swanky invite only shindig. I’m sorry for lying! I just really wanted to take you out,” she pouted.

Her puppy dog eyes worked on you every time.

“I forgive you. I don’t know if I’d ever get to experience something like this without you anyway,” you pulled her in for a hug.

“Aw yay! Alright, we’re gonna have a bunch of fun tonight! Also, you look hot. Don’t worry about what you look like. Plus, I have a feeling that people aren’t gonna care,” she says as soon as you both enter the foyer.

Your jaw dropped as soon as you saw the most sumptuous house imaginable. The foyer opened the house up to two grand staircases. The baroque decor screamed nothing but lavish expectations for the rest of the house. Chungha led the way into the large room past the staircases. The room was even more magnificent than the entrance, with white marble pillars creating the doorways.

The place was bustling with activity. Once you finished admiring the place, your attention turned to the guests. Some women were wearing seductive gowns, while others were only wearing beautiful (and probably extremely expensive) lingerie. All of the men were wearing suits or tuxedos. With the motley of outfits you observed, you figured what you were wearing really wasn’t that strange.

“Drinks ladies?” a waitress materialized from thin air.

“Yes please! Thanks,” Chungha quickly grabbed two glasses.

Your eyes widened as the waitress walked away. She was wearing a thin white sheet that was completely see through, and she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

You realized that this must have been their uniform, as the rest of the servers were dressed the same way. Both males and females.

“CHUNGHA!” a shrill voice cut through the air.

“Ah hey! Thank you so much for inviting me!” Chungha greeted the girl who called out to her.

“Of course! I live for these parties! I’ve never seen hotter men anywhere else,” the girl winked, “My uncle wants the guests to know that all of the servers are available. All the rooms upstairs are unlocked, unless they’re being used of course. I hope you ladies get a good catch tonight!” the girl quickly hugged both of you before scampering away.

“The servers are all available…? For what?” you shot a confused look to Chungha.

“I think you can figure that out,” she smiled sheepishly.

“Chungha, did you invite me to a freaking orgy!?” you cried out.

“You said you wanted to watch over me!” she playfully argued, “You’re already here, ___. You might as well try to enjoy yourself.”

“I guess I’ll settle for people watching,” you sighed.

“Oh! I see someone I know, I’ll be right back,” Chungha squeezed your arm before disappearing into the crowd.

After snatching another drink from a scandalously clad waiter, you retreated to an empty corner. You hoped to observe the guests unnoticed and unbothered. After about half an hour, you noticed an odd pattern. People would woo their target, disappear for a bit, and then return to continue the hunt. Their clothing was often disheveled once they resurfaced, but it didn’t really matter when they were bound to be torn off again.

“Bored?” an unfamiliar voice asked.

“I’m thoroughly entertained,” you answered without taking your eyes off of the party.

“I think I could bring you more entertainment,” the man suggested as he gripped your hips.

“Get your hands off of me!” you push him off.

The assailant was an older man, at least 30 years older than you, and he seemed bewildered that you turned him down. His breath reeked of alcohol, and the dilation of his eyes alluded to his other indulgences of the night.

“I was promised that everyone at this party wanted to have some fun,” he angrily grasped your arm.

You cried out in pain. You were about to punch him in the face until someone else beat you to it. The man crumpled to the ground clutching his bloody nose.

“You little shit! I’ll find out who you are and ruin your life!” the man threatened.

“Mind your tone, worm. Or do I need to beat you senseless to remind you of your place?” your savior shot a baleful glare at the pathetic man who now cowered in fear.

“Are you okay?” your rescuer asked in a soft tone after the man was out of sight.

“Much better now, thank you. That guy was crazy. I’m ___,” you raised your hand for a handshake.

“I’m Jimin. Pleasure to meet you,” he delicately kissed your hand.

His intricate silver mask matched his hair. Even with his face half covered, you could tell that he was remarkably handsome. His dark suit made him look professional yet charming. You felt out of place standing beside him.

“Have you found a partner yet?” he asked bluntly.

“I’m not looking for one; I’m just here to take care of my friend. I don’t think I belong here,” you admitted.

“Why not? I know half of your face is hidden, but I’m willing to bet that you’re more gorgeous than half the people here. I like your style, it shows that you don’t really care for the norm,” Jimin gave you a thumbs up.

Even though it was meant as a compliment, it was off putting to know that you really did stick out like a sore thumb.

“Thanks,” you replied softly, “Have you found yours?”

“Nah, I hate big parties like this. Especially this one,” he shrugged.

“Then why are you here?” you figured that he’d have a line of women begging to sleep with him.

“Much like you, I’m watching over a friend. However, I have lost track of him. Where’s your friend?”

“I lost track of her too,” you laughed.

“If you don’t mind, could we go somewhere quieter? I’d love to get to know you better. Wait, not like that. I genuinely mean I’d like to have a conversation with you,” his flushed cheeks made him even cuter.

“Sure, lead the way, my noble hero,” you took his hand in yours.

It was a bold move, and you usually preferred to play it safe. Tonight was different. You’ll probably never see this guy again. Where’s the harm in flirting a little?

“Of course, my lady,” he played along.

He led you outside to the gardens. Fairy lights were strung up everywhere, giving the gardens an inviting aura. Tall shrubbery caught your eye. Jimin’s eyes followed your gaze.

“It’s a maze,” he said, observing your curiosity.

“This place has an actual labyrinth?” your eyes widened in disbelief.

“Wanna go explore it? I can’t guarantee you that we won’t get lost,” he offered.

“Yes please!” your eyes lit up.

Jimin couldn’t help but smile at your ebullience. How did someone so sweet end up in a twisted place like this?

“Can we take off these silly masks now? I hate wearing mine,” Jimin squeezed your hand.

“Sure, I don’t care. I apologize in advance if you go blind after seeing my face,” you jested.

You both took a moment to soak in each other’s true appearances. Jimin was more handsome than you could’ve dreamt. His individually delicate features attributed to an overall godly image that you had a hard time believing was real.

“Even more beautiful than I imagined,” Jimin acknowledged you with an approving smile, “Let’s ditch this stupid soiree,” he held out his arm for you.

Abandoning the masks on the ground, you practically dragged Jimin into the labyrinth. Corn mazes at Fall Festivals were fun, but this was the real deal. The hedges were at least 3 meters tall. No one would be able to find you if you actually got lost here.

“I think I heard that the trick is to keep to the right wall,” Jimin explained.

“Why don’t we take turns choosing which way to go? Unless you’re scared of getting lost,” you teased.

“Don’t get mad at me when we’ve been stuck in here for days,” he laughed.

You traversed the maze hand in hand with Jimin. The conversation began to flow naturally. Jimin listened to you intently and replied thoughtfully.

The night darkened as the party was left further behind. Normally, this eerie setting would frighten you, but your company made it bearable. Nothing but the moonlight lit your path now. You were too busy enjoying yourself to realize that you both were hopelessly lost.

“I hope you don’t mind me pointing out that this is the third dead end we’ve encountered in the past two minutes,” Jimin elucidated once you found yourselves staring at a green barrier yet again.

“Do you think someone will come to rescue us?” you started to panic.

“Definitely not tonight. Probably not tomorrow either,” Jimin answered brusquely.

“Let’s retrace our steps again. I might end up eating you if we really do get stuck out here,” you tried to joke.

“Eat me?” Jimin chuckled, “My dear, what if I end up eating you?”

“Sorry pretty boy, but I feel like I could easily beat your ass in hand to hand combat,” you laugh as you turn to leave.

Suddenly, your back was being pinned against a hedge. Jimin placed one of his hands on your shoulder and the other one on your waist.

“Let me rephrase that. What if I end up eating you out?” he raised an eyebrow suggestively.

“I might enjoy that. However,” you quickly hook your leg around his knee to dead leg him.

Jimin’s surprise gave you the opportunity to knock him to the ground. You wrapped your right arm around his left arm, effectively pinning him down. You firmly gripped his left wrist with the same arm, rendering both of his arms useless.

“I don’t think you’re capable of doing that right now,” you fake a pout as your free hand wanders from his chest down to his crotch.

He was already somewhat hard when you began to palm him through his pants. You planted a soft kiss on his neck, sucking slightly before breaking contact. Jimin moaned at the sensation, his hips bucking up into your hand.

“What do you want, pretty boy?” you whispered in his ear as you cupped his length in your hand.

“Oh my god I want to fuck you,” he pleaded.

“You’re in no position to fuck anyone,” you reminded him, tightening your grip on his arms.

“I want you to fuck me, ___,” Jimin’s whines grew desperate.

“Is that so?” you say as you unzip his pants, “Here outside? On the ground? That’s a bit improper for a prince like you, don’t you think?”

His erection was fully exposed now. You slowly pumped him, pleased with his length. It took every bit of self-control to not immediately pounce on his dick. You traced your thumb around the soft tip, causing him to moan again.

“I don’t care. I just need my cock buried in you,” Jimin replied between moans.

“You’re so needy. I guess I could help you out,” you release him from your clutches.

Jimin instantly knocked you onto your back as soon as he was freed. He pinned you the same way you pinned him. You were both impressed and shocked that he learned how to do it already.

“That was a cheeky display. Very hot. I admit that I’ve never begged for pussy before, so props to you,” Jimin awarded you plaudits.

His free hand snaked its way down to your clothed pussy, pleased to find that you were already wet. He toyed with your clit through the fabric of your panties. He relished watching your squirm beneath him.

“It’s not so fun being pinned down, huh?” he kissed your neck in a similar fashion, except he ended his kiss with forceful suckling that was sure to leave a mark.

“I don’t know, it’s kind of fun,” you tried to keep your cool, but were failing miserably.

“Do you want me to touch you, my dear ___?” Jimin asked sweetly.

“Please do,” you exhaled with exasperation.

“You can beg better than that,” he admonished.

“Jimin, fuck me until I forget my own name,” you begged.

“You’ll only know my name by the end of tonight,” Jimin promised as he pulled your panties aside.

He slid in a finger to test how wet you were. You squealed with delight as he easily stuck in two fingers. He expertly curled them in you, grazing your g-spot. Your body tried to move to cope with the pleasure, but Jimin refused to let you go.

“You’re staying right here until I say so. I enjoyed going along with your power play, but you have to learn that I’m the one in charge,” he smirked.

His thumb circled your clit as he mercilessly fingered you. Your legs spasmed as your orgasm led a wave of euphoria across your body.

“Jimin, I’m--oh fuck, I’m cumming,” you cried out.

Jimin helped you ride it out, not slowing down his pace. However, he still didn’t slow down afterward. Your clit was oversensitive and tears began to well in your eyes.

“You’re beautiful when you cum, I want to see it again,” he praised as his pace quickened yet again.

It wasn’t long before your second orgasm hit. The bliss was more intense this time, causing you to cry out even louder. Jimin finally pulled his fingers out of you, then promptly popped them into his mouth.

“You taste like a delicacy,” he said after licking his lips, “You ready to take this cock?”

You nodded silently, as you were attempting to catch your breath.

Jimin aligned his hips with yours. He tantalizingly ran his dick along your wet folds. His tip eventually teased your entrance by barely entering before he took it out again. He loved watching your body beg to be fucked; your hips seemed to move by themselves as they tried to buck into him.

“Jimin, I can’t take this anymore. Stick it in already!” you yelled.

“So impatient,” Jimin chuckled, “Ready?”

“Yes!”

Jimin slowly inserted himself in you. You groaned at the feeling of finally being stretched out by his cock. His tip was fully inside you when a commotion interrupted him.

“We’re fucking lost bro,” a guy said.

“We wouldn’t be in this mess if you listened to me in the first place!” his companion retorted.

Jimin immediately pulled out and helped you up. He shoved his erection into his pants before leaning against a hedge to blend into the shadow.

“You’re the one who said you wanted to go in!” the first man bickered back.

“I said ‘I bet no one else is in there, let’s check it out’”, his companion explained.

“Okay, well now we’re lost. We haven’t even seen a single person since we’ve entered.”

Jimin took you by the hand and quietly led you out of the dead end. He didn’t know where the interrupters were, but he simply went in the opposite direction of their voices.

“We’re all alone now. Pull down your pants, Hobi,” you heard one of the guys say.

“Make me, Yoongi,” the other guy challenged.

“You won’t be so cheeky when my balls are in your mouth,” Yoongi replied, his voice suddenly lower and domineering.

The sound of clothes being ripped off mixed with passionate groans and wet noises grew further away as Jimin navigated through the maze.

“They sound like they’re having fun,” you broke the silence.

“That should have been us,” Jimin was obviously annoyed, “I’m gonna get us the fuck out of this goddamn maze. I swear to god, I’m going to dick you down properly tonight.”

You didn’t know which was more impressive: sheer luck or Jimin’s determination. Either way, one of those things (or maybe some of both) allowed both of you to finally emerge from the maze’s clutches.

Jimin dragged you back to the mansion while completely ignoring everyone who called out to him. You’re not surprised by his popularity; this man looks like he was carved by God himself.

The party had only escalated inside the mansion. Guests had started to forgo public decency altogether. You saw at least three explicit acts of fornication on your way up to the private rooms.

Once upstairs, you heard nothing but people deep in the throes of passion on the other side of just about every door. Jimin led you past them all, not even stopping in front of the ones indicated as ‘vacant’. At the end of the neverending hall was a large ornate wooden door. Its style clashed with the sleek marble that decorated the rest of the mansion.

Jimin whipped out a key from his pocket and unlocked the door. You weren’t prepared for what was on the other side. Unlike the modern style that fitted the rest of the house, this room was decorated with wood.

The carved wooden furniture gleamed brightly due to their polish. The room itself was huge. A king sized bed awaited you at the opposite wall. Elegant curtains draped around the bed, reminding you of the beds royalty would use in movies. Even though the room gave off a cozy aura, it still boasted opulence.

“You like it?” Jimin asked once he saw you gazing around the room in awe.

“It’s beautiful. It feels like I’m in some Elvish Woodland King’s room or something,” you spoke honestly.

“That’s high praise,” he chuckled, “C’mon. I believe we have some unfinished business,” he pulled you onto the bed.

Jimin kissed your neck, peppering in nibbles that made you shudder. You slipped off your skirt and panties as he fondled your breasts. You helped him undress as you threw off his suit jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. You held back a gasp when his abs and toned chest were revealed. You figured he was fit, but you didn’t realize how fit.

His fingers found their way back into your pussy. Jimin sucked on your neck as his nimble fingers made you wetter by the second. Your back arched as your moaned in pleasure when his thumb played with your clit.

“I’m so fucking wet, Jimin,” you breathed into his ear.

“All for me, baby?” he cooed.

“Who else? Honestly, I’ve never been this aroused in my life,” you admitted.

“I’m happy I could change that for you. If you liked my fingers that much, let’s see what my cock can do for you,” he winked as he tugged off his pants.

Jimin spread your legs open as far as they could go. He didn’t have the patience to tease you this time. He filled your pussy up with the entirety of his cock. You relished the stretch; you’ve been waiting all night for this the moment you laid eyes on him.

Jimin began vigorously thrusting into you. The sound of his hips slamming into you coupled with the wet noises of your sopping pussy were drowned out by moans from both parties. Hearing Jimin’s grunts only turned you on more, and the same could be said whenever Jimin heard your melodic moans.

Jimin leaned over to makeout with you, his tongue dipping between your parted lips. You clawed at his back while you kissed him back with ferocious reciprocity. You were getting close to climaxing yet again.

“Jimin, I’m so--”

“Missionary? I know you can do better than that,” an unfamiliar voice interrupted you.

“Fuck off, can’t you see that I’m busy?” Jimin replied angrily, yet he never stopped fucking you.

You were so embarrassed that you grabbed a pillow to hide your face. One person seeing you like this was already flustering enough, but two? Although your mind immediately went to shaming you for being in such a compromising position, it was also kind of a turn on.

“Aw, is she shy? That’s cute,” the unfamiliar boy said.

“What do you want?” Jimin finally pulled out to actually hold a conversation with the intruder.

“I got bored. I figured I’d come in here and jack off or something. I didn’t think you’d be using it,” the voice got closer.

“Well, I am. So get lost,” Jimin growled.

Suddenly, the pillow that covered your face was yanked off. Looking down at you was a man whose beauty rivaled Jimin’s (though you didn’t think that was possible). The man had more of a boyish devil-may-care look. His long dark hair framed his face perfectly, as it showed off his sharp jawline. He traced a finger from your cheek down to your chin.

“She’s cute,” he gave Jimin an approving nod.

“Yeah, and she’s mine. Go away, Jungkook,” Jimin was getting more frustrated by the second.

“Yours? Are you guys dating already?” Jungkook raised his eyebrows in amusement.

“No, but--”

“Then it should be fine if I did this,” Jungkook cupped your face with one hand as he bent down to kiss you.

“Jungkook!” Jimin threw a pillow at him.

Jungkook chuckled as the pillow harmlessly bounced off of him. He deepened the kiss, and soon your tongues were swirling over each other. One of his hands wandered over to your breasts. He pinched your nipple, causing you to gasp into his mouth.

“Oh, she’s so sensitive,” Jungkook smirked, “Let me play with her after you.”

“She’s not a toy,” Jimin defended you.

“It’s okay,” you said softly.

“What?” both of the boys asked in unison.

“You can both use me...however you like,” you looked away shyly, bewildered at what you had just said.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Jungkook grinned.

“You’re too sweet for your own good, ___. Are you sure?” Jimin asked.

You simply nodded, not able to make eye contact with either of them.

“Alright, baby. Let me take care of you first. Jungkook, you can watch how a man properly fucks a lady,” Jimin glared at Jungkook.

Jungkook stripped down to his underwear as Jimin flipped you onto your knees. You moaned loudly as he started hitting it from the back. This position allowed him to penetrate you even deeper. You buried your face in the sheets in an attempt to muffle your whines.

“Nuh uh,” Jimin tsked as he grabbed a fistful of your hair.

He pulled your head up, exposing your lustful moans. He thrusted harder when he heard you. You opened your eyes to find Jungkook intently staring at you. Feeling cheeky, you made a ‘come here’ motion with one of your pointer fingers.

Jungkook happily obliged. Instead of directly kissing you, he licked up your neck, causing you to shudder. He sucked lightly on your neck as he once again played with your boobs.

“You’re not mad, Jimin?” he was surprised.

“She got wetter. Keep doing whatever you’re doing,” Jimin was lost in pure bliss.

Jungkook pulled you into another heated makeout session. You periodically moaned into his mouth whenever he tugged at your nipples. You whined as he broke the kiss.

“Such a good girl,” Jungkook stroked your cheek, “Wanna try something?” he asked.

You eagerly nodded. It was hard to think when one gorgeous man was making out with you and pinching your nipples, while another gorgeous man was roughly fucking you from behind.

“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out,” Jungkook ordered.

You complied, opening as wide as you could. You watched Jungkook reveal his hard cock, which made your mouth water. His dick was bigger than Jimin’s, but less girthy. It had a little curve that made it look prettier for some reason.

“Want me to put it in? I’d love to see how deep you can take it,” Jungkook stroked his cock.

“I’ll take it all,” you said confidently.

Jungkook smiled at your determination. He lightly placed the tip onto your tongue. You twirled your tongue around it, making Jungkook moan with surprise.

“Maybe she’s not as shy as I thought,” he said to Jimin.

Jimin harshly spanked your ass, causing you to jerk forward. You heard him chuckle behind you.

“I love it when good girls go bad. They’re always the most fun,” Jimin reached his hand around you to play with your clit.

You almost lost control in your arms and fell forward when Jungkook grabbed you.

“You have to be a good girl and hold yourself up. We can fuck you from both sides if you do that, babygirl,” Jungkook ran his thumb along your drooly lips.

You propped yourself back up on your arms and opened your mouth again for Jungkook. He patted your head in approval before placing his dick back onto your tongue. He began pushing himself into your mouth, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Blink twice if it’s too much,” Jungkook instructed.

To his surprise, you managed to take in his full length. You kept gagging since Jimin was thrusting you forward, but that just made it feel better for Jungkook. Jungkook let you know that he was going to start face fucking you, to which you nodded in response. Well, as much as you could nod while his penis was in your mouth.

It didn’t take long for both of the both to boys to fuck you in unison. They rhythmically pulled out and thrusted into you at the exact same time. The intensity of everything turned you on so much, you could feel your juices running down your legs.

Your climax hit you like a truck. Your legs spasmed under you as you cried and gagged on Jungkook’s dick. The feeling of you cumming on Jimin’s cock brought him to the edge. Almost immediately after, Jimin pulled out and came all over your ass.

“Switch places with me,” Jungkook instructed Jimin, “You didn’t think you were done yet, did you?” he winked at you before pulling his dick out of your mouth.

Your sensitivity was through the roof. Jungkook didn’t give you any warning before he inserted himself in you. Jungkook went even deeper than Jimin, and your legs were on the verge of giving out.

“It looks like she can’t hold herself anymore,” Jimin observed with a sly smile.

“I guess I have to do all the work. Stupid slut,” Jungkook groaned, abruptly snatching your arms.

He chuckled when you momentarily fell forward onto your face, but he easily lifted you back up by pulling back on your wrists. You’ve never been roughly restrained like that before, but you wouldn’t complain. Jungkook’s powerful thighs slammed into you repeatedly.

You couldn’t begin to comprehend how sinful you looked: titties bouncing, messy hair, and a lustful expression that rivaled that of succubi themselves. Not to mention you were practically glowing from the film of sweat that developed over the night.

“I’m jealous that he’s kissed you more than I have,” Jimin pouted before he cupped your face.

Wriggling underneath you, Jimin made it easier for you to kiss him. His pillowy lips felt heavenly as he playfully fondled your breasts. He didn’t twist or pinch your nipples like Jungkook did. Instead, he massaged them in a way that still felt delightful.

“Dude, your junk is really close to mine,” Jungkook complained.

“I don’t give a fuck,” Jimin responded between your kisses.

Jungkook’s pace started getting sloppy. You could tell he was close just by his irregular breaths. The room was filled with lewd sounds. Jungkook’s grunts, Jimin’s moans, and your mewls all blended into a chorus of carnal pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Jungkook stuttered before pulling out.

You felt his hot juices splatter across your backside. You toppled onto Jimin when Jungkook let go of your wrists. Jimin just chuckled and held you in a warm embrace.

“You did so well, ___,” he praised before kissing your forehead.

“Was that your first threesome? If so, I’m impressed,” Jungkook cleaned you up with a warm washcloth.

“Mhm,” was all you could muster up to answer his question.

“She’s pretty out of it. Should she stay here for the night?” Jimin asked Jungkook.

“You’re offering to house her? You must have really loved her pussy,” Jungkook laughed.

“Shut up, I’m being serious. I don’t want to let her go back out there to those animals,” Jimin disclosed.

“Did she come alone?” Jungkook sat at the foot of the bed.

“She said she was watching a friend...I don’t think she mentioned who though. Hey, ___, darling, who did you come with?” Jimin gently questioned.

“Chungha,” you said meekly.

“Holy shit. Everyone has been trying to get with her all night,” Jungkook was shocked, “Yeah, I think her friend will be fine on her own. I can watch after her if you want.”

“By watch you mean fuck?” Jimin rolled his eyes.

“Who’s to say I haven’t already?” Jungkook replied cheekily, “You’ve been the most fun I’ve had in a while though,” Jungkook affectionately began scratching your back.

Your eyelids were getting heavier with each passing moment. You instinctively clutched onto Jimin tighter. You’ve always been a cuddler when it was time to sleep.

“I’m gonna go, want me to lock the door?” you heard Jungkook say.

“Yes please. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Jimin sent him off.

“Are you sleepy?” he asked while stroking your hair.

“Mhm. And hungry,” you said half asleep.

“What would you like to eat?” Jimin inquired.

“Grilled cheese,” you said without skipping a beat.

“Just grilled cheese? I could get you anything you want. Lobster, caviar, takoyaki, or maybe even steak?” Jimin was eager to take care of you.

“What time is it?” you asked groggily.

“Uh, a little past 1am.”

“It’s time for a midnight snack. And grilled cheese is the perfect midnight snack,” you nodded your head to confirm your reasoning.

“God, you’re adorable. Alright, a grilled cheese will be here soon,” he kissed your forehead again.

“You go make it?” you pouted, not wanting him to leave your side.

“No, I just texted one of the chefs,” he answered.

“Oh, you’re friends with a chef? That’s nice.”

“Somewhat? They work for my father.”

“Is your father the head chef?”

“No, he’s a businessman,” Jimin chuckled.

“Do you like business? Like your father?”

“No, I actually detest it. My father’s riches mean nothing if he can’t even love his family. He does ridiculous things to showcase his ‘love’ but I don’t buy it. Like this stupid fucking party that he throws every year. His excuse is that he’s providing any luxury money can buy. It’s all just bullshit,” Jimin sounded upset.

“This party? Your dad hosted it?” intrigue stirred you from your sleepy state.

“Yeah, this is the house I grew up in. This is my room,” Jimin admitted.

You were silent for a bit before responding, “I’m sorry your dad is a dick.”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s not your fault. At least one good thing came out of tonight,” he squeezed you tighter.

A knock at the door interrupted your thoughts. Jimin retrieved the delivery. Never in a million years would you have thought that you’d be eating grilled cheese off of a silver platter. Jimin ate quietly beside you.

“I don’t know if this is too forward, but would you like to go on a date with me sometime?” he finally piped up.

“I literally can’t think of anyone that has seen me more intimately than you. Well, besides Jungkook. Of course, I’ll go on a date with you,” you leaned over to kiss Jimin’s nose.

“I guess the dating timeline is a little off since you’re spending the night here too,” Jimin laughed before stopping himself, “Wait, you are spending the night, right?”

“I have no idea where Chungha is, and she’s my ride,” you shrugged.

“You’re welcome to say here if you’d like,” he offered.

“I suppose I can clear my schedule for you,” you teased.

With a tummy full of grilled cheese, it didn’t take long for you to fall sound asleep in Jimin’s arms.

[9:24am from Chungha] BITCH! I heard rumors you slept with THE Park Jimin?! A different rumor said you slept with Jeon Jungkook??? Explain please???

[10:19am] What if I slept with both?

[10:20am from Chungha] NO WAY! Tell me all about it asap

“You good?” Jimin nuzzled your neck.

“Never better,” you smiled.

Published January 7, 2021. No editing, copying, translating, or reposting allowed. All Rights Reserved © 2020-2021 Baepsaesbae

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Congrats on the milestone love! Can I request Din Djarin with prompt 12 from list 1 please 😊 I love your work so I had to request❤

Prompt 12: "Before I do this, I want you to know I have always loved you."

Din Djarin x Fem!Reader ; warnings: mentions of injury, death

The Mandalorian Masterlist

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“Din? Din! What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

Din sat up bolt right, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. His bleary eyes darted around the small hull of the Razor Crest as he grounded himself and realized where he was. Reaching up, he wiped at his sweaty brow, sighing deeply when he realized he was alone. Letting out a few shallow breaths, he walked around the small space, reminding himself that you were gone and he was utterly alone. 

But Maker - the dream had felt so real. It was just like you had been next to him, laughing in his ear with that wicked grin on your face as you tapped at his helmet. It was just like yesterday, even though you hadn’t been around in some time anymore. 

“Din? Don’t frown so much, you’re going to get wrinkles!” 

He glanced at the holo-clock and thanked his lucky stars that it was an appropriate time to get up and start his day. There was no way he could go back to sleep now; even if he did, it would be plagued with nightmares. 

Not that they were nightmares per se, but they served as constant reminders of you. That you were once a tangible, warm, living, breathing thing. You weren’t just mere memories of a person that never existed - no, you were everything he had ever loved and wanted. And he’d realized that too late. He’d never even gotten the chance to tell you he loved you. All because he was too stubborn, too foolish, too scared, too - 

But it didn’t matter now. None of it mattered anymore because he would never get the chance to tell you anymore.

Din frowned at himself as his reflection once he entered the small ‘fresher, quickly glancing over his mussed locks and tired eyes. He hadn’t slept well last night; he hadn’t slept in many nights, so this was no exception. He turned on the tap and splashed some water over face and slicked back his hair before deciding not to shave and settling on just brushing his teeth before getting dressed. 

“What do you look like, Din? I bet you’ve got dark hair and brown eyes. I know they all think you’re this scary bounty hunter, but I know the real you. You’re soft - soft hair, soft brown eyes, and a soft heart.” 

He gritted his teeth as he tried to push that particular memory out of his mind. You’d crawled into his bed, shivering and freezing because the heating had gone out. Din had welcomed you in, wrapping himself around you as you buried yourself into his chest, promising him that you wouldn’t sneak a peek. But as you had drifted off to sleep, you’d mumbled aimlessly at him as he just held you. It was one of his favorite memories.

He should have told you then. It would have been so easy, so simple….but he didn’t. 

The Mandalorian pulled on his clothes before reaching for his armor and strapping it on piece by piece. He touched for his left pauldron, remembering all the times you had helped him do this, how you’d insisted that he should get something new or at least repainted. One day, he’d always promised with a laugh.

But that day had never come; and perhaps it never would. What was the point?

He gave himself one last look over before frowning at his reflection and slipping on the helmet. It was like once it was on, he was no longer Din, but Mando. He had never felt more human, more alive, then when you’d call him DIn.

“Din? Din Djarin? I love that - it’s perfect.”

The way your eyes had lit up the first time he’d told you his name, the smile that graced your features, had told him that he had made the right decision. It wasn’t just a name, it was trust and respect - everything. And now no one would ever know it again; it would go to the grave with him.

Stepping over to his weapons cache, he shuffled through and tried to pick the right tool for the day’s work. It wasn’t much today; he was just meeting Greef Karga to turn in some quarries and get something new to work on. It wasn’t anything exciting, busy work more than anything, but it kept him going. The longer his mind was occupied, the less time he had for the memories to seep to the forefront. He was already plagued at night - he didn’t need to be during the day on top of it. 

He slung the pulse rifle over his shoulder before deciding it was good enough. Lowering the ramp, he walked towards the center of Nevarro, keeping his gaze trained straight ahead as the crowds parted for him. No one dared to stand in his path, to mess with the notorious Mandalorian.

"Where do you think we should go? We deserve a rest, don't you think? We could anywhere in the galaxy - maybe somewhere with lots of green!"

That rest and relaxation had never come. Not for you and definitely not for him. He hadn't slowed down enough to do more than breath since you'd been gone. Din just couldn't do it; nothing felt right. 

He nodded in acknowledgment at a few people that called his name. The rest of his Covert of Mandalorians was here; but he wasn't even sure if he wanted to face any of them. It had been so long since he'd made a point to see them. He just...the idea of going back and facing their questions was overwhelming in every sense of the word. 

No, instead he headed straight for the cantina to get some new assignments and take off again. He'd already been lingering about for longer than he preferred. He wanted to be busy, busy, busy. 

Just before he could enter the dirty, old cantina, he stopped dead in his tracks when he heard it. It was a laugh he hadn't heard in so long and it made his heart ache as he turned to find the source of the sound. 

That was your laugh, it had to be. There was no one else that could have sounded exactly like that.

"Din? Come on - find me!"

"Mesh'la?" he turned on his heel and he looked round for you. Nothing seemed out of place or out of turn, but it had to be you. The crowd seemed nonplussed as he looked around and tried to find you, nothing to just that you had ever been there.

"Mesh'la?" it was a small, almost pathetic whisper he pushed himself through the crowds, scanning through the crowds.

Just before he rounded a corner, he saw it - a flash of your favorite blue dress and your hair, done in your typical fashion. But as soon as he blinked and tried to chase after you, you were nowhere in sight. It was like you'd never been there at all. And maybe you hadn't...but surely… it had to have been you. 

His heart was beating wildly, slamming against his ribcage as he turned around in a panic. He had to find, to see - if there was even the slightest chance that you were there, he needed to see you.

"Mando!" the gruff voice cut through his panicked inner monologue as Din found Greef Karga slowly making his way over to him. He huffed slightly as he turned to the manz practically feeling you slipping through his fingers...again, "come on! I thought we were meeting inside."

"Yes," Din huffed in annoyance as he trailed after him, following him into the loud, crowded cantina.

"I'll always be here, Din. I'm never far from you."

"I'll cut to the chase," Greef said after paying Din for the current quarries and making arrangements to get them from the Crest, "I have a big job and I think you're the man for it. Everyone else has failed, but I know you won't. It's dangerous- but you are more than capable."

"I can handle this one on my own, Din. It's not that dangerous and it'll be an easy in and out job."

"What is it?" Din closed his eyes as he let out a quiet, ragged breath and tried not to think about the last time a dangerous assignment had been handed over. You had been so eager to take it, claiming it would be no big deal. Even after his insistence that you should go together, you'd sneaked out and gone on your own. 

What he wouldn't give to go back to that day and stop you.

"I have a very...special client and he requires an asset," he explained as Din leaned forward to hear what he had to say, "many have gone after it, but none have been successful. He needs it brought back alive and soon."

"Alive?" Din's eyebrows raised as he tilted his head to the side, "and no one's been able to catch it?"

"Correct," Greef nodded as he placed a puck on the table and Din studied it closely, "the risk is great but the reward is far greater. Take some time and think about it. I know things have been different since-"

"I'll do it," he agreed sharply, cutting the man off before he could get the words out. He didn't want to hear it - he couldn't hear. Hearing those words would make what happened a reality and he wasn't ready to have it be so biting and harsh, "tell me where to go and who to meet and consider it done."

"Mando, are you sure…"

"Yes," his answer was harsh and laced with venom as he waited for Greef Karga to go on.

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When Din left the cantina again, he sighed heavily before taking a moment to collect himself as he stared at the sky.

"Don't be afraid, Din. I'm always with you. We can do anything together."

"Kriff," his hands went to his hips as he tried to figure out his next move. He wasn't even concerned with the risks; his job was inherently dangerous and he'd been injured before. Many times to your chagrin; he was always amused, watching you in reverence as you patched him up and chastised him for his recklessness. 

But it didn't matter. Nothing really did. Without you at his side, nothing really mattered. You weren't just his partner, or his companion. No, you had always been much more than that, making a place in his heart from the start. It had been easy for him to fall for you, effortless and gentle, even if he hadn't realized what was happening at the time. And then...he'd ended up as a lonely fool that never confessed his true feelings for you.

And then….it had been you that had done it. That had said those words, made that confession.  

But by the time you said it...it didn't matter. It didn't make a difference. Din's chest constricted and he felt like his throat was closing up. He leaned against the stone wall, trying to calm himself and stop the onset of sheer panic.

He closed his eyes, wishing the terror would stop gripping and pulling him under. But it was too late and it took everything in his power not to completely lose himself.

"Why did you do this?!" Din's voice cracked as he slumped onto the floor next to you, pulling your trembling body onto his lap as he looked over your wounds. His heart fell into his stomach as he pushed your shirt up to try and better assess your injuries, "i-i-its okay, Mesh'la, I'll take care of you. It's okay."

"I knew it was dangerous," you admitted  softly as you felt him try and stop the bleeding on your side, "I couldn't let you get hurt. I...I couldn't live with myself knowing something happened to you."

"You should have waited for me," he felt helpless as you wrapped your arms around his waist and looked up at him so sweetly. As much as he tried to suppress the bleeding in your side and chest, he knew it was becoming hopeless. He didn't want to admit it, "if we would have gone together, t-this wouldn't have happened…"

"Or both of us would have gotten hurt," you whispered as you reached up and put your palm on his helmet, where his cheek would be, "its better this way. This way,  you'll be okay. The world needs you, Din Djarin. You have so much left to do - so many wonderful things."

"I can't do them without you, please," he was begging at this point, and you could hear his ragged breathing, "please. I can't do...this."

"You can, my love," you promised him with a firm nod, "can I ask you for one thing? One last favor?"

 "Anything."

"Might I look upon your face? Even for just a moment?" you didn't want to push him, but as your breathing became harder and your head felt light, you couldn't think of anything better than to see him. But if he said no, you would accept his devotion to his creed.

"Yes," he nodded slowly as he reached up with one hand and slowly tilted the helmet up and off hastily setting it on the ground. The first thing you noticed were the tears running his cheeks which were flushed pink as he studied you, "oh Mesh'la…"

"Hi," you beamed at him, gently wiping away his tears, "oh my love, you're so handsome. I was right you know - Brown Eyes. The sweetest eyes."

"Please," he leaned down to your face and gently pressed his lips to your forehead, "don't go. We have time - I can find a Healer."

"Its too late," you whispered, well aware of the fact that your fate was sealed, "but not for you. Just keep going, Din. You'll find yourself right where you were meant to be. Thank you for everything. You have made life so much better - you have my heart always."

"There's still time-"

"I want you to know that I have always loved you," you closed your eyes as your vision became hazy and dark. You felt him press a kiss to your lips as he held you tightly and cried, "I love you, Din Djarin."

Din felt the hot tears roll down his cheeks as he relived his worst nightmare. It still hurt just as badly today as it had back then. He'd never even gotten the chance to tell you he loved you. He tried to calm his breathing as he pulled himself into the present and walked to meet this mysterious client that required this even more mysterious asset.

This would be a distraction - he need a good one right now.

Hurry, Din! Your greatest adventure awaits!

"I still miss you," he whispered to no one, "I love you always."

Come on! You're right where you're supposed to be!

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chasing a feeling pt. II - spencer reid

Warnings: this goes from angsty, to fluffy to smutty tbh: swearing, a lil jealousy, small alcohol consumption, smut, really 18+, dom!Spencer/sub!reader dynamic, oral sex (receiving and giving), choking, a little dirty talk, rough and kinda sloppy sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!)  Word Count: 4.5k Summary: this is part two: Conflicted about his feelings, Spencer decided to apologise and try to convince you to stay. He appears at your door in the middle of the night and the two of you work through your differences - or do you? (these two can't catch a break oops, PART THREE is out now)

| PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE |

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Spencer found himself stood outside your hotel room door. The rest of the team was fast asleep by now, after all it was nearly two in the morning. He should be in bed too, however, after tossing and turning for hours straight he sprung out of bed and his feet carried him here. Was it the guilt? Because he was riddled with it. Mixed of course with a faint feeling of anger. The emotions spread inside his body like a disease making him nauseous.

His fingers curled into a fist and he knocked three times. No answer. You were probably sleeping which made all of this so much worse but he knocked again, this time using more of his strength.

He heard shuffling inside. No turning back now. He took in a deep breath and anxiously waited for you to open the door. To his surprise however it wasn't you that greeted him sleepily, it was the officer you flirted with earlier that day. Shirtless. Spencer stood frozen, dumbfounded. The guilt feeling present inside of him just a second ago was gone. In the blink of an eye it was replaced by ire and annoyance. How dare you.

“Can I help you?” The officer asked quietly, one hand on the door as if he was ready to shut it in Spencers face any second. “Yeah uh, I’m here for Y/N.” The officer yawned. “Can’t this wait? It’s like two a.m.” “No, it can’t wait.” Spencer grumbled. His anger levels spiking. He wondered how in the hell you got his number since the napkin it was written on currently lay at the bottom of Spencers hotel bin. “What are you doing here anyway?” “No offence agent but that’s kind of none of your business.” The officer smirked at Spencer who's fists were now clenched by his sides.

He was mad, borderline furious. You tell him you're leaving again, make him feel as if it's all his fault, and then land yourself in bed with another man? All in the space of a couple hours? What a sick joke.

“What’s going on?” You appeared behind the officer wrapped in a white hotel robe. Your eyes landed on the brunette doctor and the air caught in your throat. “Spencer.” His name escaped your lips so faintly you weren't sure at first you even said it.

Nervously, you turned to the officer and asked him kindly to leave - ‘duty calls’ was your excuse. You reassured that you’d find him later, maybe grab some lunch. Spencer watched as the officer nodded and disappeared into the dark room to grab his things. He came out moments later, kissed your cheek while saying goodbye, and walked away leaving you alone with the brunette agent. 

Spencer rolled his eyes at the interaction as you stepped out into the hallway and closed the door behind you. You looked up to meet his gaze expecting the worst. The look spread across his facial features however wasn't one of animosity or bitterness. It was grief. That can't be right?

“What are you doing here?” You asked sheepishly. “I came to apologise, see if there is anything I could do to make it better between us and maybe get you to stay but it seems you’re doing just fine.” Spencer huffed irritated; you detected a hint of heartbreak in his voice. “Spence-” “Just forget it Y/N.” He sighed, turned on his heel and began walking away.

“Spencer!” You hurried after him. “Spencer, please!” He continued to rush ahead, ignoring the sound of your pleas. Did he really despise you that much? Yes, what you did tonight was bad considering everything else that happened but was it cause for this much animosity? Probably. 

You managed to catch up with him just as he reached the elevator. He pressed the arrow button as you stepped between him and the metal door - just in case it opened. “Spencer let me explain.” He rolled his eyes. “I don't want to hear you have to say.” He gritted through his teeth, jaw clenched.

“It’s not what you think.” You blurted out. “Really? So you didn't have sex with the half-naked man I encountered at your door just moments ago?” When you didn't respond, Spencer smirked. “That’s what I thought.”

There was a quiet ‘ding’ and the elevator door swooshed open. Spencer manoeuvred his way around you and stepped inside. Not wanting to let him get away, or rather win this argument, you followed. The machine began to move.

“I only did it because-” “Because what?” Spencer interrupted taking a step towards you. “Because you needed someone to make you feel better? Because you wanted to make me jealous? Or maybe because you wanted to prove to yourself that you weren't just soliciting yourself earlier? That the two of you really made a connection!?” He belittled.

As you stood there stock-still listening to his outburst, you found yourself thinking about earlier today. About the fight, the words that were said, the pure unfiltered anger the two of you seemed to fuel inside one another. Your mind then wondered to the kiss. That passionate, fiery, lustful kiss. Spencer has never kissed you like that before. No. He used to be so timid. He’d kiss you so gently, as if he was afraid to hurt you. Earlier was the complete opposite however. When his lips smeared across yours, his body pushing into you, it was as if he wanted nothing more but to break you.

You bit your bottom lip unconsciously at the thought. A small act that Spencer noticed immediately. He stopped mid-sentence. His gaze lingered on your mouth for a second. Those full, luscious, soft lips. Fuck. He looked back up to meet your gaze and was about to say something, resume the fight, when the elevator door opened brining you both back to reality - ‘ding’.

He surged out towards his own room, you following closely behind.

“You are not the victim here Spencer!” You jeered after him. “You made my day impossible, and don't pretend you didn't. I decided to quit after one day with you. Quit a dream job because your ego couldn't handle the fact that I was back in your life and not for reasons you might have wanted!”

He stopped in his tracks causing you to bump lightly into his back. He turned around in his spot. Eyes narrow, lips rigid and pursed into a thin line. “I didn't want you back in my life Y/N! I haven't thought about you in years!” “Your mom would disagree.”

Spencer blinked. “What did you just say?”

The brunette doctor stepped towards you. You ambled backwards until you hit a wall; bouncing off the facade with a soft thud. Only inches away, he placed his hands flat on both sides of your head trapping you completely. Heat radiated off him as if you were standing next to a fire.

“What did you just say?” He repeated, the sound of his voice stern. His hot breath hit your skin sending a shiver down your spine. You swallowed, but unwilling to show him how scared you were beginning to feel you crossed your arms. Spencers eyes immediately travelled to your bosom which was now barely covered up by the clinging robe. He let his arms fall before averting his gaze.

He ran his hand through his already messy hair and looked up to meet your stare as your body relaxed. A raised eyebrow and a sly smirk present on your facial features. “What?” He seethed trying to come off unbothered; but he was betrayed by his own actions as his eyes once again wandered to your visible cleavage. “Are you going to yell at me some more or just continue goggling at my boobs?” You asked, the smirk on your face spreading wider.

“Perhaps you should be wearing something more appropriate to bed.” Spencer ridiculed. “Do you always sleep naked or was that just for the gentleman caller I found in your hotel room?” You couldn't help but roll your eyes. “I bet you’d like to know doctor Reid.”

He huffed at your comment but didn't deny it. Satisfied that you managed to rattle him, you continued. “Is this better? Can you concentrate now?” You asked sarcastically as you uncrossed your arms. “Or perhaps you’d prefer this?” Your fingers fidgeted with the cotton rope around your waist untying it, your eyes glued to the man in-front of you. The robe fell open revealing well, everything.

There was something about Spencer hat always drove you crazy. It crept up on you, this weird feeling you only ever experienced when you were with him. He stirred something inside of you that you couldn't explain no matter how hard you tried. After all these years apart however you forgot this sensation even existed; the two of you moved on with your lives. But now the switch was yet again flipped and unknowing to you, the feeling was mutual.

Spencer pelted at you, grabbing each side of the garment and closing it. “Very mature.” He breathed heavily. “Someone could have seen you.” “Someone did see me.” You teased. Spencer ignored you. Instead, he looked down and focused on tying the robe shut. He could feel your eyes burning into his skull. His fingers shaky as his mind raced. The image of your naked body impeded in his brain.

Spencer was rigid tense. He knew deep down that he couldn't control himself much longer around you - which is why he was so angry. The question he’s been asking himself this last day once again riddled his brain: How come you still had such an effect on him? You broke his heart when you left, in that moment he swore he would hate you forever. And he kept that promise until he saw you again. The minute his eyes landed on you the angry facade rumbled but his conscious continued to tell him you were evil, so he acted as if you were. Now he was conflicted.

There was a brief moment of silence when he finished. Spencer sighed. He seemed unwilling to look up and meet your gaze, or let go of your robe for that matter. His fingers trailed along the cotton bind, tugging at it lightly. You could not help but let out a mellow giggle. “I don't think you can make that any tighter Spencer.” A faint smile graced his facial features. For a split second the robust, irate man that gave you the cold shoulder these last few hours disappeared. In-front of you stood a young Spencer you loved all those years ago. “S-sorry.”

“It’s okay.” You reassured while placing a hand gently on his bicep. “Honestly, I should be the one apologising right now. Thinking about this now it would have been a good idea to call you before my first day and see if you wanted to meet up. We could have talked this out calmly. It would have saved us a lot of awkwardness.” He chuckled, finally looking up to meet your gaze. “You mean save us the arguments.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “Right.”

Slowly, you moved your hand down his arm until you reached his knuckle. He let go of the robe and intertwined his fingers with yours. His touch was gentle as he rubbed circles into your wrist using his thumb.  

“When did things get so screwed up?” Spencer asked, his eyes scanning yours as if he was searching for the answer deep inside of your soul. “Probably when I left.” “No.” He shook his head, giving your hand a soft squeeze. “It must have been before that otherwise you wouldn't have left.” “Spencer.” “According to a study by Bumpass and Sweet from 1989, the odds of successful lasting relationships are even slimmer than those of marriage. Over half of non-married couples break up within two years and about ninety-percent dissolve within five years. Realistically, we stood no chance.” “I don’t entirely agree. We were crazy about each other but we wanted different things. You just started with the BAU. I was knee-deep in studying for the BAR exam as well as completing my training at the academy. Honestly, I think we were just too young and expected too much out of one another.”

Spencer sighed. He stood quiet for a moment before letting out a short laugh. “I guess our ambitions are to blame then.” You giggled. “I guess you’re right.” He lifted his free hand and tenderly caressed your cheek as you smiled at him. “For what it’s worth, I’m really proud of you. You’ve really done everything you said you would do.” His words caught you by surprise. “Are you forgetting that I left you? You were pretty mad about that a few hours ago.” He smiled; his hand now cupping your cheek. You leaned into his touch. “I’m still pretty mad but I think that’s just because of the way you left-” “Without an explanation you mean?” You interrupted and he nodded. “I looked for you. Spent months trying to figure out where you could have gone.” “I’m sorry Spencer. I really am.”

“Why did you leave Y/N?” He asked. There were now tears forming in your eyes. “I-I eh-” You took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I-it was as if one morning I just realised that I wasn't myself anymore, I didn't know who I was. And near the end we hardly saw each other. The last thing I wanted was for us to start fighting, we were both so young and dumb. I watched us wither, and I just thought I would be better off alone.” “But you could have told me.” He placed a strand of your hair behind your ear before going back to holding your cheek; not breaking eye contact. “Spencer, I knew if I told you than you would have talked me into staying. I needed to figure out who I was before I could let myself grow old with someone.”

Spencer nodded, taking in all of the information you just provided him with. He let out a deep breath. “Do you want to raid the mini-bar in my room? We could continue this conversation over a glass of something strong.” He offered, you smiled. “I’d like that.” Hand in hand, the two of you walked towards Spencers hotel room.

“So where did you go? Like I said I trying looking for you but it was as if you dropped off the face of the earth until I got a tip that you were in L.A.” You smiled meekly. “I uh stayed in Virginia for a while. After graduating from the academy I decided that I wanted to just pursue law for a while so I got an internship at a small firm. Plus I figured it would be the last place you would look for me, home.”

He unlocked the door when you reached his room and pushed it open, allowing you to enter first. He followed and locked the door behind. You switched on a lamp situated on one of the nightstands as Spencer rummaged through the mini-bar. He took out two small bottles of gin and poured the content into clean coffee mugs. You made yourself comfortable on his bed, kicking off the white hotel slippers you leaned back against the headboard and spread your legs straight in-front of you. Spencer handed you one of the cups before taking off his own shoes and sitting down beside you.

He clinked his glass against yours and took a sip of his drink; squinting his eyes slightly as the clear liquid burned down his throat.

Over the next hour you answered every question he asked, as honestly and truthfully as you could. All the puzzle pieces aligned themselves in Spencers brain and for the first time since you left he felt whole again. You told him about everything you’ve been doing. He returned with a detailed explanation of everything that has happened to him; from becoming a godfather to his recent time in jail.

“No wonder you’re so mean looking now.” You teased, nudging his arm. “And what’s your excuse?” He clapped back, smirking as he finished his drink. He placed the empty mug on the side table and rested his head against the bed-frame; tilting it slightly to look at you. 

There was a brief moment of silence. Only this time it wasn't uncomfortable or angry, it was peaceful.

“Y/N?” “Yes?” You waited patiently for him to ask his next question, but he never did. Instead Spencer leaned in, his hot breath hit your skin igniting a fire that was built up inside. In the space of a heartbeat his lips were on yours. The warmth of his closeness was soothing and you shut your eyes instantly. 

Spencers hand closed around your jaw, pulling you further into his lips, as his tongue pushed inside your mouth entwining with yours. The two of you began feverishly making out like a couple of high schoolers. Tips of his fingers tangled in your hair, tugging it. You sucked on his lower lip, he bit your tongue playfully as it danced with his. His stumble grazing your chin as your heads moved from side to side to the rhythm of your heartbeats. A quiet moan escaped you causing the brunette doctor to smile against your mouth while deepening the kiss even further. 

Each of your bodies relaxed into the sensation. His tongue eagerly explored your mouth as his hand moved down from your face to your neck. He gave it a gentle squeeze making you moan again, only louder this time. Spencer groaned at the sweet sound of your pleasure; biting down on your lower lip hard before pulling away. 

In one swift motion, Spencer yanked you down by your waist so that your head was resting on a pillow. He straddled over you, his lips now at your collarbone. He kissed up until he met the hollow of your throat. You could feel his member grow harder through his pants, pinning into your leg. He moved to the side of your neck, sucking and nibbling as he traced along. Your body arched into his, chest swelling - there will definitely be a faded purple bruise on your neck greeting you in the morning.

Your hands made their way underneath his t-shirt, tracing the muscles of his toned back. His lips moved up to face yours allowing you to swiftly remove the garment over his head and throw it to the ground. His tongue traced down your jaw as his hands worked on the cotton rope belt of your robe. He undid it quickly; the garment fell open. 

Spencer pulled back for a split second to admire the view before burying his head between your breasts. He cupped them in his hands, his thumbs rubbing harshly over your nipples. Hastily, you tangled your fingers in his hair and bit your own lip as his mouth latched on to one breast; his fingers pulling the nipple of the other. 

His free hand moved down your body until he reached your inner thigh. He traced circles into your flesh, and you instinctively tensed the closer he got to your pussy. You ached for his touch and Spencer knew it too. Smiling against your naked flesh, satisfied that he held all the power, he steered himself down until his face was at your entrance. He wrapped his arms around your thighs steadying them before diving in without warning. His tongue swept from your opening to your clit. 

Throwing your head back, squirming and writhing, you dissolved completely. He continued licking you out. His lips sucked on your clit as a finger slipped inside of you. Instantly, he found your g-spot and massaged it while sliding in and out creating the sluttiest wet noises you had ever heard. Moans of pure ecstasy left your mouth only enticing him more.

The brunette teared away but before you got a chance to complain his fingers were in your mouth. You could taste your own saltiness as your tongue instinctively enveloped around them, sucking. Spencer smiled wickedly at the sensation. It didn't take long for him to jerk his hand away, and grab your face by your jaw. His nails dug into your cheeks.

“Get on your knees for me.” - a simple instruction which you obliged straight away, no hesitation. 

Both of you now completely naked. The head of Spencers fully erect cock rested on your bottom lip. You ran your tongue over it, vertically, letting your lips close off at the tip. But Spencer wasn’t willing to give up the control. He grabbed the back of your head and thrust his shaft fully into your mouth. Your eyes went wide at the intrusion and it took you a second to accommodate this length. 

He withdrew. You managed to swirl your tongue over the tip of his dick when he plunged back into your mouth. He pushed past your gag reflex and into your throat making you moan into his member. He repeated the act a few more times gradually increasing speed. “Fuck yesss...” Spencer groaned, watching you intently. Your jaw ached as he fucked your mouth; your lips in a tight O as he pumped into your mouth so forcefully you struggled to keep up. 

He drew out briskly. He pulled you back onto the bed and positioned himself on-top of you. His face inches away from yours, a caring look spread across his features for a moment. “We can stop if you want.” You shook your head. “No, I want this. I want you.” Smiling at your response, Spencer leaned down and pressed his soft lips against yours. 

In that same moment, he pushed his cock into your wetness. You moaned against his mouth at the sensation. His tongue breached your teeth, once again intertwining with yours, and you felt him pull out only to thrust back in deeper this time. You trembled underneath him as he pushed back and forth in slow strokes; each movement creating gasps of pleasure. 

He increased his speed. His thick member pounding into you; a smacking sound now echoing in the room. His mouth trailed hungry kisses along your jaw, his stubble grazing your skin. His fingers found your neck, wrapping around it gently. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. The brunette doctor continued to thrust in and out of you as you circled your hips, grinding against him. Your tits bouncing at the created friction. His panting mixed with your shallow breathing and moans - you could feel your orgasm building rapidly.

The tighter your pussy clenched, just aching to explode, the harder he pushed into you. He fucked you deeply, roughly. His fingers digging into your neck as he bit down on your shoulder. Eyes rolling, you screamed his name over and over. Your hips buckled with each strong thrust, you threw your head back. 

His name rolled off your tongue again as he pinned you to the bed by your throat, careful to avoid your windpipe in the process. His mouth found your ear and when his hot breath hit your skin a shiver tingled down your spine. “Cum for me.” He whispered and that was all it took. You screamed, body writhing under him. He moved his face back to meet your lustful gaze. A smirk circled his around his lips as you cascaded into an orgasm which rolled through your entire body. 

Your back arched and your hands grabbed at the sheets. Spencer continued to fuck you. His thrusts still as rapid and rough as before. His movements didn't die down until his own orgasm overcame him. Your hips buckled as one last moan escaped you; eyes still locked together. His lips found yours as he exploded, your juices mixed trickling down your inner thighs.

The two of you were breathless and sweaty as he rolled off you. Looking at the ceiling above, both of you tried to steady your heavy panting. Spencer placed a hand on his chest which propelled up and down heavily.

“That was-” You began, trying to organise your thoughts. “Amazing.” Spencer finished your sentence. He tilted his head to look at you. You did the same, smiling at him warmly. He reached out his hand and slowly, while caressing your cheek with his thumb, placed the loose strands of hair behind your ear. 

The two of you lay there like that for a moment longer before reality struck. A knock on the door caused you to jump out of bed scrambling for your clothes. You wrapped the hotel robe around you and hid behind the wall as Spencer put on his pants and went to answer the door.

“Emily, hey.” Spencer cleared his throat. You listened in, holding your breath so not to make a sound. “There’s been a break in the case. Can you get dressed and find Y/N? JJ went by her room but there was no answer so we’ll just meet the two of you at the precinct.” “Sure.” You heard the door creak; as if he was about to close it but stopped. “And Reid-” “Yes?” “Please be on your best behaviour. We want Y/N on this team and I won’t tolerate bad bearings like earlier today.” You knew she was referring to him calling you a whore.

The door shut. You shuffled out from behind the wall and looked at the brunette doctor. “You didn't tell Emily I was resigning?” You asked, slightly confused. He shook his head no slowly as if he was scared of your reaction. “Why?” “I- eh- wanted to first try and convince you to stay.” He admitted letting his shoulders fall. In that moment, a terrible realisation hit you.

“Is that why you slept with me?”

“What? No!” He was taken aback by your question. This couldn't possible be what you were thinking now. 

You began to feel sick to your stomach. Head dizzy as a whirlpool of emotions hit you out of nowhere. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god...” Your hands clasped your mouth out of shock. 

“Y/N-” “I have to go.” You cut him off and pushed past him to the door. “No, Y/N listen to me.” He grabbed your arm as you reached for the handle but you shook him off. “I’ll just meet you at the car in ten. I’ll talk to Emily myself when we get to the precinct.” You barked, possibly too harshly, and hurried out of there as fast as your legs could carry you. 

You found it hard to believe that Spencer would stoop as low as have sex with you to make you stay. But then again in the last twenty-four hours he’s proved that he is not the person you once knew. 

The brunette doctor called after you but you blatantly ignored him. In the distance, you heard him curse loudly and slam his door shut. A lone tear trailed down your cheek. You wiped it away quickly trying to contain yourself. No, you weren’t going to let him get in your head like that. This was your dream job, your life. You decided a long time ago that he wasn't going to influence your decisions, now was no time to stop. If he wanted to fuck with your head, fuck you, than two could play that game. 

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Long Live the Queen

“A special spell”, as @panacea-wishes would say, but this time for the Sorceress herself!

***Warning: Mild chapter 5 spoilers!***

Imagine this...

Any affair hosted by Pomefiore was sure to be an opulent one—but today, the dormitory was decked out even moreso than usual. Decorations dripping with gold, tablecloths of shimmering silk, gourmet catering, a private orchestra, and immaculate outfits for each attendee... No expense was spared for the special occasion.

You were but one face in that shining sea, dressed in your finest garb—the only outsider invited to join the festivities. To your left and to your right, strangers in long robes and ties drifted about. They moved so fluidly, cutting across the polished floor like swans upon a lake of glass.

You shifted your feet uncomfortably, feeling a bit out of place in such a glamorous space. You took an anxious sip from your flute of sparkling apple juice. Bubbles danced up and tickled your nose as the beverage went down.

“Did you hear?” a nearby mob student said—not to you, but to a few of his friends. “Schoenheit-sama will be interning with Potions & Lotions, that famous skincare company from the Land of Pyroxene.”

“I heard, I heard! He’s going to be working with their prestigious Research and Development deparment, isn’t he? His proficiency in magical pharmecuticals will serve him well there.”

“Amazing, as expected of Schoenheit-sama! He makes me proud to be a student of Pomefiore!”

You took another swig of your apple juice, trying to avoid eavesdropping. But your curiousity got the better of you, and the mob students’ words floated over yet again.

“What of Hunt-senpai?”

“I heard he will be interning at a detective agency in Pyroxene’s capitol! He was scouted by the police chief himself for his eye for detail.”

“Wow... I hope we’re able to get fancy internship offers like that when our fourth year arrives.”

That’s right. People are moving on. Growing up. Advancing in the world.

Good for them.

You took a third sip—this time, the juice was somewhat bittersweet. Your eyes flitted about, seeking a familiar face, not gossip, to latch onto. Luckily for you, you did not have to search for very long.

“Your attention, please.” A clear, commanding voice announced—and at once, the orchestra silenced. All heads, including yours, turned to the peacock throne at the head of the room.

There stood Vil, in all of his beauty. Today, he wore a form-fitting suit, woven in the colors of green, blue, and violet—the colors of a peacock. His golden hair was up, held in place by a jeweled pin with feathers that jutted out. Vil’s eye makeup mimicked the colors of his suit, cool hues flaring out and making him seem even more bold and imposing than before.

He nodded in satisfaction at those in attendance. “Thank you for being here for the ascension ceremony this evening. As you all know, I will soon be departing to complete an internship—as will your vice-dorm leader, Rook. Therefore, the time has come to crown a new queen for Pomefiore. He will be responsible for selecting a new vice-dorm leader... as well as leading you potatoes to greater heights.”

A mob student before you started to clap. Then a few others joined in.

You wondered if you should set down your class and join in the applause, but Vil was quick to bring a hand up. The beginnings of clapping ceased.

“Hold your applause for your new dorm leader,” he insisted. Vil raised his voice. “Epel Felmier.”

“Yes.”

You swallowed hard at the mention of his name, at the swell of his soft voice.

He stepped up from the crowd, which parted to make way for him. Epel had grown several centimeters in the past few years, now only a bit shorter than Vil. He maintained the delicate beauty he had held in his time as a first year, those wispy lavender locks, long lashes, and full lips. But his eyes—they had sharpened into sapphires circled with makeup moonlight, and he walked with a newfound confidence.

Pomefiore’s dorm leader uniform fitted his new form well. Flowing cloth cascaded over his long arms and legs, and formed a train of fabric wherever he walked. Click, click, went his boots, the cords that bound his waist falling in time with his steps.

All that he was missing was the coveted crown.

“Vil-senpai.” Epel stopped before his dorm leader—soon to be ex-dorm leader—and knelt.

“I am entrusting you with the safety and the security of Pomefiore’s students—and the dorm’s future,” Vil declared, chin raised. “Are you prepared to take on the responsibilites of a dorm leader?”

“I am,” Epel replied with quiet conviction. “I swear...!! I will lead Pomefiore to greatness, just as you and Rook-senpai have before me.”

“Hmph. Don’t let me down, then.” Vil smirked before turning and calling out, “the crown.”

Rook, in a violet suit and crimson bowtie, approached with a plush cushion—and upon it, an intricate crown. The same crown Vil had once worn himself, wrought of gold. A sword piercing a heart as the centerpiece.

The huntsman kneeled, bowing his head and holding out the cushion to his queen. He didn’t need to look to know that Vil had nodded to him before plucking the accessory up.

“With this crown, I pass the torch to you. With this crown, you are Queen undisputed.” Vil recited, raising the glittering diadem over Epel’s head. He brought it down upon the boy’s hair. Gold dug into lilac locks, finding a new home nestled on his head. “You may now rise.”

Epel slowly stood—his back to the crowd, to you. He lifted his head and looked Vil right in the eyes.

Sapphire and amethyst colliding.

“May you carry on the unrelenting efforts of the Beautiful Queen in my place.” Vil took his junior by the shoulders and spun him around. “Pomefiore—your new dorm leader, Epel Felmier.”

The crowd erupted into applause and whistles, cheers and elated well wishes. You, too, were swept up in the frenzy. What little remained of your sparkling apple juice had been set aside in favor of clapping.

Clapping, clapping—one palm hitting the other in rapid succession. Hard, loud. Until your hands were red and swollen and raw.

Raising a dainty hand, Epel waved back.

“... Hey.”

You jumped at the familiar voice that greeted you as you picked up a new flute of apple juice. You dared to look—and there was Epel, in his full, regal dorm leader regalia. Crown and all.

“O-Oh... Hey!!” you stammered, trying to play off your nerves (and failing). “Nice party, huh? Thanks for inviting me as your plus one... I don’t think I’d ever be invited to a shindig as fancy as this one if it weren’t for you.”

Epel offered a gentle smile. “I wanted you to be here. I should be the one thanking you for coming.”

“Of course I’d come. I wouldn’t want to miss your big coronation,” you reached out to give him a playful shove on the arm—but paused midway and let your arm fall. It wouldn’t be appropriate to act so casual with a dorm leader, you scolded yourself.

“You’re all grown up now, Epel,” you whispered, clutching a hand to your chest. “Congratulations, Mr. Pomefiore dorm leader.”

“Ah, well...” Epel rested a hand on the back of his neck. “It’s a new title, but... I like to think that I’m still ‘just Epel’, the Pomefiore student. I’ll always be that farm boy that tried to pick a fight with Vil-senpai—Great Seven knows how many times.”

“Don’t sell yourself short. You’ve come a long way since your first year. Especially during VDC—you shone really brightly on that stage.”

“That’s true, but I’ve still got a long way to go. Vil-senpai helped me to realize that.” Epel glanced to the surrounding Pomefiore students. Eating, chatting, laughing. “I just hope I can live up to the legacy he left behind. It’s some pretty big shoes to fill in.”

“You’ll do just fine. You always do,” you reassured him with a pat on the shoulder—before quickly jerking your hand back.

Too familiar, too causal.

Epel raised an eyebrow. “Is... Is something the matter? You’ve been a little jittery all evening.”

“I...” Your voice trailed off as soon as you gazed into his curious blue eyes. Like the ocean, welling up with sincerity. You couldn’t lie to him—you just couldn’t. “I’m just worried that we’ll grow apart now that you’re a dorm leader.”

“Why would you think that?”

“Because!” You gestured vaguely to the celebration. “A dorm leader has more important things to do than hanging out with people like me. You have students to lead, events to plan. I... I think I’d only get in the way of your progress.”

“... Don’t say that,” Epel pleaded, suddenly grasping your hands. “Please, please don’t say that.”

You stared at the contact—where his hands met yours. “I... I don’t understand...”

“I couldn’t have made it this far without your support, either. You picked me up when I was down, and you cheered me on when I was at my lowest and about to quit.” Epel’s delicate featured hardened—from glass to diamond. “So don’t ever say those awful things about yourself.”

“But... You’ve made it so far, and I’m still—“

“A farmer never forgets his roots,” Epel said mysteriously, a finger taped to his lips, “and it’s not just me. We all flower one day. You may just be a late bloomer—but when you finally do bloom... I bet you’ll be the prettiest apple blossom in the whole orchard.”

Your cheeks flamed. He laughed, giving your hand a squeeze, and pulling you close to him. You fell against his chest—sturdy and secure and warm—and glanced up at him in shock.

“What are you...”

“Dance with me,” Epel suggested with a light-hearted smile, “and I’ll show you that you’re worthy of this queen.”

The orchestra had started up again, the strings to a new song flowing like water. Turn, twirl, dip, went the pairs on the dance floor, in time with the music. All of this, set in golden lamplight.

Outside, the sky was a dark blue, the starlight reflected in his sapphire eyes. And here he was, offering his outstretched hand to you.

He was still the same sweet, loyal Epel you had always known. The same young man that set your heart aflutter, whether he was soft-spoken or brash. He was both—just as he was both a dorm leader and your beloved.

You melted, and your hesitation dissipated like the winter snow.

You slipped your hand into his and beamed. “Long live the Queen.”

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