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deathonyourtongue · 4 years

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Preferential Treatment

Summary: Over time, the two of you have cultivated a few habits and rituals that would make most people do a double take... Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader Word Count: 2K Warnings: SMUT!!! X RATED!!! SOOOO MUCH SMUTTTT!!!! A/N : This one’s for @hell1129-blog, who puts filthy, filthy ideas in my head. ;)

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If one were to judge Henry by the way he presents himself in public, they’d have the impression of a slightly reserved, unfailingly polite, and occasionally goofy guy. To some he is, at first blush, a little bit...bland.

But they don’t know him like you do.

Over time, the two of you have cultivated a few habits and rituals that would make most people do a double take; it’s your most well-kept--and dirtiest--secret. What goes on behind closed doors, stays behind closed doors, and that goes double for the things the two of you enjoy most.

One such habit you’ve taken to calling ‘preferential treatment’. It started almost as a dare at first, a chance to see just how much willpower Henry had when it came to resisting what was second-nature to him. Now, it’s something you do nearly every time he’s on a call. Whether it’s with his management or his friends, any time you see the bluetooth light up in his ear, you know full well what you have to do.

So when you see him out on the patio after his morning run, phone held up to his face, you bide your time, knowing that once he’s done shooting the video for IG, he’ll be popping in the earpiece and going on what could possibly be a long conference call. Not for the first time, you’re grateful for the opaque fencing around the patio, giving the two of you as much privacy as you need, to be as free as you want to be.

You can’t help but smile as you watch him turn on the bluetooth and sync it with his phone, the patio door sliding open quietly as he dials the number. Wearing absolutely nothing, there’s no mistaking what you’re after as you silently move to stand next to him, your gaze moving down to where his shorts are. While most would be turned off by the fact that he’s still sweaty from his run, it has the opposite effect on you, arousing you more as you watch him slip off the tight black material. Keeping the top half of his wardrobe intact is key, as more than once, you’ve had to lean back and out of frame while he flips the call from voice to video.

Bracing yourself on his muscular shoulders while you climb up onto his lap, you can’t help but press a loving kiss to his lips, knowing you have little time to get situated before the call connects. His bright, beaming smile when you finally pull away in preparation to sit shoots right through your heart and you know without a doubt that he needs this devoted time as much as you do.

Henry’s big enough to fill you up even while soft, and it never fails to send a shiver of arousal up your spine when you gently guide him inside. Without fail, you’ll get the pleasure of feeling him grow and harden within your walls, the sensation equal parts exciting and intimate. Though he has masterful control of his own arousal, even he has a tipping point, and when he lets go, it’s a beautiful thing.

You press a kiss to his jaw as you feel him slip inside, your eyes fluttering closed as you nestle him in as deep as possible. Wrapping your arms around him, you let your head fall to his shoulder, settling into your spot for the next hour or so. You smile when you feel his big warm hands sweep down your bare back, one ending up on your pert ass while the other holds you flush against his chest.

“Love you,” he whispers just before the call connects, Henry kissing the top of your head fondly as he greets everyone on the other line. You mouth the sentiment back silently, your lips pressed against the skin of his neck and topped off with a kiss you know they won’t hear.

The first half of the call goes as expected, the two of you connected in the most intimate way possible, your body making it clear how much it turns you on to have him inside you as your juices coat his shaft and begin to pool on his sac. Though you know better than to actively try and turn him on before the call begins its natural progression towards the end, you can’t help but press soft little kisses to his collarbone, the spot behind his ear, and just under his jaw as you listen to his low voice confidently describe his plans for the character he’s been working on. Your hands slip down the hard wall of his chest, feeling the muscles even through the fabric of his shirt. There’s a certain ripple of electricity in the air and you know that this time around, instead of carrying you inside and making love to you as he sometimes does, Henry will probably take you exactly where you are, rutting into you like the untamed beast you know him to be. The endorphins from exercising really play to your advantage at times, and today is definitely one of those times.

Henry goes silent and you know you’ve reached the part of the call where he’ll be doing more listening than talking. Still, you have to bite your lip to keep a moan from escaping as you feel his cock begin to thicken inside you. You quiver and clench unintentionally, smiling into the crook of his neck as his erection grows long and rock hard, filling up every bit of space and then some. It only takes a few moments before you feel his tip pressing against your cervix, the pressure making your eyes roll back in your head.

The hand at your ass begins to wander, and with your legs spread wide across his lap, there’s no hiding one of the spots he loves playing with the most. Your back arches instinctively, pressing you ever closer to his chest, and without looking, you reach back and pull his hand to your mouth. Eyes locked with his, you make a show out of slicking his fingers with your spit, keeping your movements silent even as your gaze speaks volumes. The jolt from his cock makes you smile, and you know you have him exactly where you want him. When you feel his fingers are ready, you release them with a final wet lick, resting your head back on his shoulder, ready for what you’re about to experience.

You hold him tighter as you feel his fingers push inside, first one, then two more, the stretch and fullness an exquisite counterbalance to what’s happening up front. Henry takes his time, slowly working you in deep, gentle strokes that cause an even greater flood of your slick around his cock.

Biting your tongue to keep from mewling, you find his gaze, the desperation in your eyes clear. His blue eyes sooth you, silently telling you without a doubt that he’s got you, even though he’s about to make you a screaming, writhing mess. You follow the pattern of his breathing, yours slowing down as you focus on everything happening between your thighs. Your fingertips press into the muscles of his shoulders as he continues to move you slowly, the motion akin to an old rocking horse and driving you out of your mind with arousal. There’s no helping the soft whimper that leaves your lips, so you do your best to muffle it in the soft whorls of hair that cover Henry’s chest, hoping the call comes to an end soon so that you no longer have to keep silent.

A few moments later, the unmistakable sound of the call ending filters through the otherwise-quiet patio, Henry saying his goodbyes before clicking off the bluetooth and all but chucking it onto the table in front of him.

“How close are you, my love?” He murmurs into the crown of your head as he shuffles towards the edge of the chair, readying himself for what he’s about to do.

“Take me and don’t stop, even if I come,” you beg in a whisper, knowing full well he’ll fuck you through your orgasms without hesitation.

“Should we stay out here and make a mess, darling?” He asks with a smirk, his fingers pushing deeper into your ass, the ‘come here’ motion inside you making your spine straighten up as if you’ve been shocked.

“Yes, p-please!” You whine, desperate to feel him move inside you.

A scream of elated surprise leaves you when you’re lifted clean off your seat, Henry’s cock never once leaving your folds even as his hands move to your hips for leverage, the fingers inside you slipping out as gently as they went in.

Henry sets a blistering pace, holding you steady enough to allow you to lean back, giving him a delicious view of your entire body. The sheath to his sword, you feel each thrust as a deep, piercing slice of pleasure through every nerve ending in your body. Everything aside from Henry fades away as you focus on him and how good he feels inside. Though you’ve been with other men, none hold a candle to Henry in the bedroom, his hips working you in a way that has you practically singing.

“Couldn’t...wait...for that...call...fuck...to be...OVER!” Henry growls, each word punctuated by bouncing thrust that makes you see stars. Mouth hanging open, you try and fail to form any type of reply, your nails digging into his forearms until he swings you back up.

No matter how crazy the sex gets between you, it’s always a beautifully-choreographed dance. You don’t even need to open your eyes to find his neck, fingers sliding up into his wet hair and knocking baseball cap off as his mouth finds a nipple, Henry laving his tongue around it until you’re hissing and tugging his head back in counterpoint. A wolfish smile crosses his face and he changes the angle, every brutal thrust hitting your g-spot like a bullseye.

“HENRY!” You shriek, the difference in sensation enough to send you over the edge, the slow burn you’d built up throughout the call finally paying off. It feels like a fireworks show inside you as you cum harder than you have all week. Shaking, you don’t have the strength to give Henry a head’s up before your body loses all control. Hips jerking to meet each of Henry’s thrusts, you feel your walls milking him for his own release, each clench accompanied by a gush of fluid that soaks both of you in seconds.

The table at your back is the next thing you feel, your toes curling as Henry keeps up his pace, his teeth bared as his now-free hands touch every inch of you they can.

“That’s my girl. Let go. Let it all go,” he encourages, the timbre of his voice sending another wave of pleasure crashing over you.

Your body’s a live wire as you try to remember to breathe through the intensity of what you’re feeling. Expression almost pained, you grab the backs of your knees, spreading your legs wider and giving Henry a prime opportunity to drive you even crazier. You scream again as his fingers find your clit, smearing your juices and causing another orgasmic gush as you hold on for dear life.

Henry pins you to the table, bending you in half and never once stopping his thrusts as he kisses you deeply. “Going to fill you to the brim, love. You ready?” The words make you whimper, Henry placing open-mouthed kisses along your neck as he rams into you a few more times. Each thrust pushes you up the table until finally, he stills, moaning deep and low in his chest as the first thick spurt coats your cervix.

Holding him close as his release overtakes him, you can’t keep the smile off your face, every pump of cum making you feel deliciously full. Stroking the broad expanse of his back in encouragement, you let your own body slowly come down enough to bring the frayed edges of your vision back into focus. You manage to get your legs working just in time to lock them behind Henry’s back as he moves to straighten up.

Looking down at you with a boyish grin and an eyebrow raised in question, you shrug at Henry before biting your lower lip, coy in what you’re about to ask for.

“Don’t pull out...for anything.”

“Preferential treatment, indeed,” he chuckles, easily swinging you back up into his arms and carrying you to the outdoor shower, Henry intent on hosing the two of you off before going inside for round two.

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itsmeevie01 · 4 years

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Bio!Dad Bruce Day 14-Gala (Part 1)

ummm hi? i just wanted to give yall a huge heads up that this IS part one of two, and part two will be added when i have time to go back and finish. both my computer and my phone are acting up, and my tablet has a faulty keyboard. that said, im going to work to get things back on track.

Two days after Christmas, the manor was buzzing with activity. The Kents had arrived the day before, and now everyone was prepping for the annual Winter Gala. Marinette was standing in her room, hands on her hips, glaring at her father as he tried to convince her that no, Marinette, the gala is not that big of a deal. down the hall, Tim and Damien helped Alfred sort through the myriad of suits and other formal wear that the siblings would be wearing the next night. Jason had left on ‘business’, while Dick was watching over the people brought into finish decorating for the occasion. Once the boys’ clothing had been sorted, Alfred moved on to check on Cass who had been studiously avoiding all activity related to the Gala.

In the Crewe Group Chat

Kim: Mari, when do you get back in town??

Chlo: M, there’s damage control to do, do you want me to wait for you?

Max: Marinette, you may want to check your Instagram. I know that you avoid social media in Gotham but…

Chlo: MARINETTE CHENG-WAYNE

Chlo: Pick up your phone

Chlo: MARI

Alix: Chloe, chill.

Alix: there’s only so much we can do if she’s busy today.

Kim: we need to take care of this somehow though.

Alix: do we have ANY OTHER WAY to contact m?

Adrien: why do I feel like I’m missing something very important?

Max: have you checked the news lately?

Adrien: I only really check AkumaWatch, why?

Max: check international news

Adrien: is… is this what I think it is? (Attached is a screenshot of international gossip. At the top of the page is a picture of two teens in hoodies moving away from an airport. They are dragging suitcases and have their heads down to avoid attention. The boy’s hood is thrown back, and his well-known blue eyes are glaring at the photographer. Above it is the title has Timothy Drake-Wayne finally found love? The second screenshot is from farther down the article where there is a picture of Cassandra Cain-Wayne, Damien Wayne and Marinette hurrying along a sidewalk completely bundled up. The caption reads could this be Tim Drake-Wayne’s mystery girl? Who is she?)

Chlo: YES

Chlo: and its gala day so she’s going to be busy af anyways.

Adrien: What do you mean its Gala day? There’s only one Gala today?

Chlo: Duh. Mari is going.

Chlo: Keep up, Adrikins.

Alix: oh god

Alix: does anyone know how her dress turned out? She had been freaking out about it last I heard, and we all know how much M puts by first impressions.

Adrien: Ok, I’m still really confused? There’s only one Gala today? The Wayne Winter Charity Gala, which is really exclusive and a huge to-do? What Gala is Marinette going to???

Nino: dude

Nino: please

Nino: don’t be oblivious.

Mari: what did I miss?

Chlo: DID YOU SEE THE NEWS?????

Mari: um…yes? Jason has been having a ball with all the press. Why?

Chlo: I thought you were trying to be low key?

Mari: tonight

Chlo: IM SORRY??? WHY AM I ONLY HEARING ABOUT THIS NOW????

Alix: well, it’s a good thing you have so many influential friends who keep ending up at the same Galas as you, Mari

Adrien: ok, I’m still confused

Chlo: your going to the Winter Gala, right?

Adrien: yeah? We go every year. The only entertaining part is the fact that the Wayne kids always fight. Otherwise it’s all snobby rich people.

Chlo: I’m taking offence to that, since Alix and I have also been going for years.

Alix: seconded

Mari: to be fair, you both tend to hide away and prank people

Adrien: wait. That was you two?

Adrien: And Marinette, how do you know that?

Mari: omg

Mari: I give up sdjkgb

Class Group Chat

Lila: guys! My friend reached out to me…

Alya: wait! Which friend? Is it…?

Lila: yes! Its Maralynn! She’s sooooo excited about her family Gala tonight!

Alix: Maralynn?

Lila: ok, you didn’t hear it from me, but that mystery girl? Seen at the airport with THE Tim Wayne? That’s her! They’re actually twins!

Chloe: oh! That means that Alix, Adrien and I will see her tonight! Its so cool that she trusts you not to reveal who she is…. (:

Marinette: lol isn’t Twitter convinced that she’s dating Tim? AWKWARD

Lila: Maralynn told me that it wasn’t worth it to go after the rumors. I’m trying to respect her decision.

Rose: that’s so sweet, Lila! I didn’t know that you knew the Waynes!

Lila: I don’t know ALL of them, just Maralynn! We were at boarding school together in Italy for a few years.

Marinette: OH WOW

Nino: Chloe, Alix, your going to have to tell us what you think of her?

Lila: oh yes! And if you see my boyfriend, send my love!

Chloe:…BOYFRIEND???

Lila: oh? You didn’t know? Tim and I have had a thing for a while

Marinette: oh really? Chloe, you’ll have to pass on that she’s thinking of him tonight!

Lila: I mean… not if you don’t want to! I wouldn’t want to be a bother on GALA night!

Chloe: if I see him, it won’t be a bother at all Lila!

Marinette shook her head and set her phone down as the class chat continued to blow up. As much as she loved Chloe, she knew that the girl was instigating Lila for fun. When everything blew up, Marinette wanted to be able to stand back and watch the fire burn, but not be close enough to get burned. When she turned in her room, the garment bag in the corner caught her eye. Inside, Marinette knew, was a long black dress. When she had run the design past Alfred, the English man had given her an approving nod. Later, she had heard him mentioning to her father that at least one of his myriad of children would be able to dress themselves. The comment had made the teen giggle and she had made sure to put every effort she could into the gown. More than anything, she wanted to make her family proud. A knock on the door drew her attention and she turned to find Cass standing there, her own gown held in its own garment bag.

“get ready? Together?” the noirette lit up at her older sister’s suggestion and she nodded excitedly. The other girl moved into the room and hung the bag in her arms over the wardrobe next to Marinette’s. after she had deposited her shoes, the older teen turned to her sister and smiled.

By the time that Tim came to check on them, both girls had finished their Makeup and were working on hair. The makeup artist that Bruce had hired was packing up her stuff and the hair stylist was partway through Cass’s hair. Marinette turned towards her brother with a smile from where she was standing in front of the hidden dresses. “lend me a hand?” He smirked at the frustration on her face.

“Gladly, Little Bit. Which one is yours?” when the girl nodded to the larger of the two bags, Tim frowned. “how big exactly is your dress?”

“Big enough for me to need help getting it on. Its not that it’s exactly heavy either! Its just…poofy?” he laughed at Marinette’s rush to explain and helped her pull the bag off of the dress. When the dress was no longer hidden, his breath caught. The black dress was stunning. He could see where it moved from black to grey to blue at the bottom, and the long full sleeves followed the same style. Hanging on the hanger behind the dress was a black hoop, and a pair of low heels (as tall as Bruce would allow, actually. He had to remind her ten times that although this was a high society event, she was still 14, and didn’t need to be dressing like she was 20.) sat under the layers of the dress. Where he had been expecting glitter and sparkles, Tim was surprised to find that the satin was free of almost anything that glittered.

“wow” Marinette laughed at his reaction and reached for the hoop.

“I know, right? It took forever, but its totally worth it! And, it’s the designers first attempt at this kind of formal. I think she did a great job.” Tim paused at that.

“LB, hey,” his sister tensed at the abbreviation for her nickname before she turned to him. “who exactly designed your dress?”

“Oh, just a small up and coming designer. You wouldn’t have heard of her.” Cass sniggered from her spot by the vanity and Marinette shot their sister a smile. “ok! Let me get the slip on, and then after the hoop is on top, ill need your help with making sure the skirt fits right.”

Marinette would not be over exaggerating if she said that the red carpet was incredibly chaotic. The only thing she could think of that was more chaotic was perhaps the last time Jagged had held a concert in Paris. After she had made it through the gaggle of reporters and the public (was that Mr. Kent, SUPERMAN, she saw standing in the crowd calling out questions? Dam that man was everywhere.) the teen dropped her purse, that held an extra set of shoes, in her seat. The rest of the family wouldn’t be in for a bit. Her father, Dick, and Damien would all be in the receiving line Alfred would be behind the scenes all night, and Tim was already striking up discussions with business partners. Cass was on the other side of the room, looking stunning in her deep blue dress. When her sister had approached her, through her website, about the dress the teen had squealed at the idea of designing the close-fitting dress for her only sister. A Blonde caught her eye and pulled the noirette out of her thoughts. The familiar girl who was making her way over had abandoned her trademarked blues and yellows in favor of a deep red that matched the garnets littering her jewelry. A few steps behind her was another teen close to Marinette’s age with a pink pixie cut slicked down. The other teen was wearing a suit that had perfect tailoring…actually, that was Marinette’s suit. The girl laughed as Chloe and Alix joined her, the shortest of the three standing in the middle to draw attention to her suit.

As the girls caught up, they scanned the ballroom. On the other side, Tim was starting to look frazzled, while Marinette thought she saw Jason slip in past one of the servers. opposite them, Damien and Dick were starting to mingle while Bruce moved to greet the Kents. As she swept her gaze over the room, Marinette blinked. There, looking straight at her was-

“oh no, its Adrien. Chloe I love you and all, but if that boy causes a scene tonight…” Chloe waved away Alix’s worries.

“I already told him to be on his best behavior. I am personally more interested in when Felix will get here. For all his big talk about transferring to a private school in Paris, I won’t believe it until the brat comes to see me.” The group stifled their laughter at Chloe’s put out response.

“as long as he doesn’t come over asking about everything going on, we should be good.” Marinette nodded at Alix’s statement on Adrien.

Look for Part 2 soon! if yall have any thoughts, i’d LOVE to hear them, since i have the basic plot down and im fleshing it out now...

#b!dbwm2020 #ml x dc #maribat #bio!dad bruce wayne month 2020 #marinette dupen chang #My writing #oops it hapened again

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activelytaemin · 3 years

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growing pains [lee taemin]

◇ lee taemin x fem! reader

angst-ish? | college!au | non-idol!au

warnings: mature language, unedited

2.0k April 8th, 2021

everything written in this story is completely FICTION. i personally do not believe that this story aligns with any of the idol’s real lives. ultimately, this story is not meant to intentionally defame any idol in any way.

chapter one [congratulations, but not really]

Dear {Y/N},

Congratulations! I am pleased to offer you admission to the University of California, Riverside for fall 2021.

the golden word congratulations lit up y/n’s eyes as she screamed falling into her brother’s arms. tears emerged from her eyes realizing that she would finally leave the colorful city of busan for the sunny shores of california; this was a cultural reset that guaranteed her an infinite amount of memories to come.

“i did it! jimin, i studied so hard”, she sobbed, grasping onto his slim frame. “it feels worth it like—“, she paused to wipe her tears with her sleeves, “all my late nights, immense sacrifices, and good grades have made this worth it.”

jimin rolled his eyes playfully and lightly pushing her off of him. “yeah, of course you made it in”, he scoffed jokingly, “we’re a family geniuses. you weren’t raised to be a dumbass.” he ruffled her hair before y/n grabbed his wrist.

“i guess that’s why both of my brothers are stuck here—“, y/n held his hand lovingly before sarcastically stabbing his back, “especially the one named park jimin, he didn’t get accepted into any ivy’s or safety’s. now he’s stuck going to an online university.” she released his hand before smiling to truly appreciate him, “but all jokes aside, i couldn’t have done this without you.”

her mind wandered to the thought of sunny california. the excitement built up in her like air filling a balloon. there were nerves trapped within because this sense of curiosity and control was foreign.

would there be snow?

what types of people would there be?

how perfect does my english have to sound?

there were several wonders because south korea was engrained to her memory. for the past eighteen years, korea was her home. there would be no more hanboks on seoullal, honorifics for friends, and (most importantly) her beloved family. without her family, she wanted to venture on the outside on her own. yet, there would always be a yearn for the feeling of home. the universe finally served her freedom on a platter. she could finally leave the nest to fly.

was she ready for it?

“y/n, don’t forget that you won’t be alone. taemin goes to riverside too”, jimin’s loud mouth interrupted y/n’s thoughts. soon enough, all her freedom had crashed and burned. she was caged once again.

her imagination was left to torment her. when she heard his name, a roaring fire lit up within her because of her discomfort; the fire will never go out.

scars can heal, but y/n’s are deep as ever. like an evergreen, scars can everlasting.

“taemin—i thought he was in new york?”, she questioned with a sense of worry. “i haven’t seen him since he graduated, and i don’t really like him at all. are you guys still friends? ”, an awkward laugh slipped out. she was quite uncomfortable at the mention of taemin, and her confession proved it all.

there was something about taemin that irked her soul. whether it was the memory of his being or thought of him physically, taemin would forever be an uncomfortable and undesirable person to talk about.

she remembers the day taemin walked in and out of her life.

it seemed so sudden.

he never wanted to cause pain, but he left her with the sharpness of his trauma. whatever was rooted in his cruel being had isolated her from her well being.

it was one thing for taemin to make y/n happy in secrecy. however, y/n had to suffer in secrecy once taemin had walked out because nobody knew the depth of her adoration for him.

jimin groaned before taking a deep breath to keep his composure. “one, taemin has been my best friend since 2015. two, he had to transfer because he had a change of mind—”, he let out a brief laugh, “well, that’s what he says—and three, it’s him or mom watching you.”

he was taken aback by her dislike for his friend. in his mind, he believed that y/n would be quite fond of a familiar face. however, he let it go believing it was just another “girl problem.”

little did he know, taemin was a disaster that filled y/n’’s life with hundreds problems.

jay-z once said, “i got 99 problems, but a bitch ain’t one.” for y/n, taemin was the 99 problems and she was “the bitch.”

the seriousness in jimin’s tone was irritating to y/n, almost strangle-worthy. he doesn’t understand her dislike for him. in fact, he has a “bromance” with taemin.

to others, taemin is a cool and collected young man that seemed shy to the world while being confident to his friends. jimin often saw his confident side, and that allowed jimin’s mind to feel as if taemin was heavenly.

to jimin, taemin had an aura about him that he couldn’t explain. it drew him in.

maybe it was because he was simply older than jimin. or, he could’ve just been build with extra charm.

as much as y/n didn’t like jimin’s praise for taemin, she didn’t want her mom babysitting her because she is simply too grown to have her around. sometimes mother’s can be suffocating; they can control many aspects of your life. it was a valid fear for y/n to have, and she was scared that jimin was going to follow in those footsteps.

jimin didn’t know any history between taemin and y/n. he doesn't know she constructs taemin to be evil because he took advantage of her innocence. sadly in her heart, she believes the thought of him is bad for her health because he hurt her.

taemin is a monster. an emotionless, compassionless man who does not know how to love.

but, everyone is naive because they don’t understand his evil like y/n does.

taemin does put up a front to the world, while y/n gets to see all of him at her own risk.

“i love mom, but you’re right”, she laughed in agreement. for jimin’s sake, y/n lied to him and herself, “i’ll take taemin any day.”

“yeah, but don’t forget to wear a mask. nobody wants covid in the states. you don’t have insurance”, jimin scoffed before y/n hit his back playfully.

jimin yelped in pain, “literally what the fuck? you’re a demon.”

september 20th, 2021

the plane to california was unbearably long and did not comfort her senses. although she did not mind wearing a mask, the uncertainty of her health on that flight kept her up the full thirteen hours. everyone was spaced out, but the enclosed space made her claustrophobic. normally, her senses are grounded. however, the pandemic blows everyone out of proportion and brings out a little bit of paranoia as well.

y/n was wearing a pink surgical mask to contrast with her plain wardrobe. before she left for california, she chose a long black coat, oversized uc riverside hoodie, and black jeans with her basic converse. she was trying to blend in with every other college freshman on move-in day.

a memory flew into her mind. while on the plane, the remembrance of what home felt like tugged at her. the pain of missing someone never settled inside of her; the feeling was foreign because the past experiences weren’t genuine. or maybe, she is uncomfortable with missing someone or something because of insecurity within.

before y/n left, her mom hugged her tightly before sending her off with tears; love can be unconditional when it comes to your family. on the other hand, y/n heard jimin laugh at his mom while giving a wave goodbye; hiding your worries with comedy makes you more worried at times. jimin was obviously good at hiding himself, but he made himself overly awkward this time.

when she knew she was saying goodbye, y/n didn’t feel anything because leaving was thought out to be normal. her mind didn't think her immigration would be sad. it was surprising to see her mother sad, but also the uncomfortable atmosphere jimin brought.

a ding from the intercom sounded off, “we will be beginning our decline to los angeles. the fastened seat belt sign is now on for your personal safety. please remain seated during this time”, the voice was followed by another ding via the intercom.

as the plane began its descent, y/n gripped one of her armrests while closing her eyes. sadly, the feeling of traveling alone was brand new, not in a bad way. perhaps, the butterflies her stomach arose because she was going to be around a familiar face that makes her uncomfortable.

y/n wishes to hide away the memories of the two of them as if their world's never collided. in her mind, lee taemin was just another problematic teenage memory to get rid of

in summer 2018, the air was different. it was heavy, and the atmosphere was lethargic. in the moment, y/n felt specifically upset as if the universe decided to rip out a significant amount of reality; the universe ripped something out, indeed.

lee taemin, long-term lover, graduated early behind her back. suddenly, he is getting up to leave for new york.

“i can’t believe you are leaving for college already”, her teeth bit her bottom lip before she felt his warmth encase her. tears were pouring down her face while creating a hurricane of bleeding makeup and anger. “you can’t keep doing this to me. you told me no more fucking secrets!”, she gripped onto his waist before silently crying into him.

“i think you knew that this was bound to happen”, taemin brought a hand to her face, caressing her cheek to wipe away the tears. “the only difference between you and i is that we’ll be boarders apart.”

“i didn’t know this was your plan. you just dropped this huge ass bomb on me today!”, she aggressively pulled his hand down to suddenly push him away. “taemin, this isn’t just about you. my love for you is real.”, she took a breath to let out a sarcastic laugh.

“i love you”, her heart ached saying those words. more tears came out of her eyes before she quietly croaked out with a general shakiness in her demeanor, “do you feel the same way at all?”

taemin shook his head, scoffing slightly. he grazed the back of her hand with his lips. no words were exchanged between them.

y/n was standing there confused, waiting for him to say something. even if the words were, "i don't love you."

however, his response never came, and his thoughts seemed distant. it was like taemin resisted y/n's desire and compassion for him.

the silence between the two filled the air. it finally hit her that his love was no longer apparent, and his place in their relationship became nonexistent.

just like that, taemin walked out the door breaking y/n’s heart as if it was glass. from her eyes, it truly didn’t feel as if he gave a damn to begin with.

it was unreal, but most definitely her reality.

in her mind she is screaming because taemin makes her feel alive in the worst way possible. he is unbearable to think about because he is a reminder of everything that has gone wrong with love.

he is only a distant memory that she wishes to burn.

fuck love.

but most importantly— fuck you, lee taemin.

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shyrose57 · 3 years

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2nd part than.

8: (This ones longgggg) Their rooms all have the same beige (like brown mushroom color) walls and floors. As their not allowed to change that. But Watson has some bookshelves in his room along with a old adventurer cape that goes in front of his body and hangs to his ankles (Item-Ya Adventurer Cape is a perfect example. Idk the actual name for the kind of cape it is), some display cases featuring his strongest bows and arrows, along with a sword and axe, along with pictures of the group toghere and pictures from his travels on the walls, he has a single lone desk that is only used when designing new bows or arrows. Ran also has bookshelves, but his is bigger and takes up a whole wall, he also as a winter cape with fur on its shoulders hung up (he lived in a snow biome for a little while and made the cape himself), along with a single weapon case that features a lone damaged neitherite sword, he also has chests stacked along a wall filled with random stuff that he sometimes gives as gifts or uses to throw at people. Jackie has a few paintings and posters in his room, along with the only carpet in any bedroom (that he totally didnt steal from Grievous), a panting easel, he has a single display case in his room that displays the sword Porkius gave him for winning, theres also pictures of the group toghere and a small chest next to his bed filled with things that belongs to someone in the group. Grievous has a small bookshelf (one book is a naming book Watson jokingly gave him), a chest filled to the brim with blankets and pillows (cause for him comfort is a necessity), he also has a desk that he tends to fall asleep at when doing literally anything on it. Everyone also has a good sized wardrobe somewhere in their room that is filled with different outfits and w statue stands with either iron armour or empty. There is also a four-way-bunkbed in the living room/area, they typically use it when someone is having or had a very bad day and needs comfort, or when Jackie's separation anxiety is bad and needs to sleep with everyone nearby.

Ran loves reading and sometimes gets mad when someone intrupts his reading. Watson loves designing new bows and arrows and just designing weapons in general (Grievous does too and helps him sometimes). Jackie likes to paint and has a interest in adventuring one day. They are well known but only in Subbin and surrounding cities. Though word does travel about them at times which can bring people to Subbin. They have 2 titles actually! First is used in typical matches, while the second is used in more formal or serious matches (like those for general). Ran: The Enderman, Partikel Tari (Dancing Particles, referencing how when he fights when serious its like he's dancing as he teleports around the field). Watson: The Archer, Multi (Referencing how he has more experience than anyone in the use of all kinds of weapons and can quickly adjust to situations). Grievous: Multi-Named, Unpredictable (referring to how he is by far the most unpredictable person in serious battles). Jackie: The Child, Diremehake (Underestimated, referring to how he gets underestimated a lot during any battle). They get recognized quite often and get called their stage names, when they dont want to deal with people recognizing them they often either yell at them to go away or just run away.

9: They do all of the above! It depends on the match up (Jackie and Watson stay out of eachothers way mostly, Ran and Grievous make it one on one, and Ran and Jackie take them out quick). Oh the first time Ran threw Jackie was hailours. You could hear Watson screaming from the stands in fear and Jackie just head-butted the guy in the stomach. Then when Jackie recovered he just yelled for Ran to throw him again, and once again you could hear Watson screaming no and threats at them from the stands. Ran agreed and threw Jackie at the last person, who he just bear hugged as he hit and held them down. Then after the battle Watson smacked the two and chastised them.

10: At first he drops stuff and trips over his feet on a regular basis. But after about 3 weeks he fully regains his balance, and is able to finally walk without tripping at the start. While the attempts at bonding do work to get Ranbob and Cletus closer the two never get as close as the rest. Neither can really name what's stopping them from getting closer though. For the first week people need to constantly remind Ranbob to do all of those things. As he thinks the constant hunger, thirst, and tiredness is all normal when its not and their trying to get him to understand that. And while he eventually starts to do it himself, theres still some nights where he doesnt eat or drink or sleep. They just leave the two in the house, but later they do start to expand the house a bit to fit the new addition. He does not get his own place up, he just gives up after some time. He doesn't fall asleep out there to often thankfully, but since the house keeps falling on him he does get cuts and bruises quite often. He gets stuck in a rain storm only 2 times which isn't bad, but he does get semi-bad burns from them sadly that Benjamin has to sit him down for and have Charles distract him for long enough to wrap his wounds properly. And it only took Benjamin like 4 weeks before he finally got fed up and forced him inside and had him stay with them. He has dealt with a storm before when he was young! But it was when he was about 12 so its been a long while.

11: He spends all of his free time glaring at them. And for the first few days whenever he sees someone from his group hanging around his brothers, he'll go over and pick em up and just carry them away. The fishermen worry for a bit that Ran may hurt them, but Watson assured them that Ran knows the two groups like eachother and wouldn't hurt them incase that could hurt his families feelings.

12: Ranbob is extremely happy about potentially getting new members of his family! And eagerly tries to talk with them. But Ran is far less happy and actively avoids them (and drags his family away at times).

13: At the start they have no idea where their going. But when Grievous brings up about Rans damaged sword they decide to find a nether portal so they can find whats needed to repair his sword! And Watson decides on the way he can show them all the different biomes in the world, which Jackie is extremely excited for.

14: If the fishermen get separated from Ranbob for too long he actively goes and searches for them. And refuses to stop until he finds them. When upset Ran loves to pick up members of his Haunting, though he doesnt do them often as he knows his Haunting doesn't like it when he does it to often. He and Ranbob also pick up blocks though as it's a comfort action and soothes them. Cuddles piles do happen! They happen more for Ranbob to comfort him after a nightmare or just a bad day, or when he basically relapses and wants to go back to Dream. But cuddle piles are more rare in Rans group, as cuddle piles only happen when anyone is doing really badly mentally or physically and just need comfort, or when they all just need some comfort. But their much more sentimental and have more meaning than Ranbobs groups.

15: Oh definitely. I forget if I included it when I first introduced my Au. But soon after Ran escaped Mizu, he was hunted for his pearl and respawn ability. Though he killed the people hunting him. Every year he was out of Mizu and every year before he entered Subbin he was hunted by multiple groups. He's become legend just for avoiding so many groups and killing a vast majority of them. He's known as the "Green Eyed Enderman." and is a top goal amongst hunters. There are some times Ran got jumped in Subbin for being a hybrid but he quickly defeated them.

Karl has played his role in this! Though maybe I could make it so he comes in later on during a really difficult part between the brothers, and helps out. Using his own experiences in the SMP and seeing what ruined relationships like brothers does to someone and others, to make sure their relationship doesn't stay so broken and hurt so many people. Maybe at the end I'll have them go back and face Dream so Ranbob (and even Ran slightly, with how Dreams presence affected him) can finally be completely free. As of rn no one has a pet. But that question made me really want to give someone a raven and idk who. I want to have bits of the other Tales in it! Im not quite sure how yet but I want this to be a mostly Tales ONLY au (no main SMP stuff unless needed or necessary) as the Tales don't have enough love. He does write down the experience he had with the Dream Experience and writes down very important things, but other than that he leaves it behind.

Im really happy to hear that you like my au. I love world and story building a lot and can't control how much I write sometimes, again im sorry this is so long and I'll do my best to not make anything this long ever again. Sorry if this bothered you

8: Sounds pretty interesting, overall. Was Watson-as his cape suggest-perhaps an adventurer? And he designs his own bows and arrows? Very cool. What kind of things does he come up with? Ran also sounds like he’s traveled a bit. He knows how to sew? Has he ever made anything for anyone else? Where did he get his sword? Jackie’s got a carpet? Very nice, he deserves it. And a painting easel? How good is he at painting? Or is it more of something he’s just trying? Grievous sounds like he could build a very good pillow fort, and honestly, good for him. How often do they camp out in the bunk bed room?

Ran not liking being interrupted is understandable. Does he ever read to anyone, or is it more some alone time for him? Grievous and Watson must design some terrifying weapons. Where is Jackie looking at adventuring to? Anywhere specific, or just around? And what language(s) is Ran and Jackie’s secondary titles in? Latin?

9: Very smart of them, means it’ll be harder to pick up a pattern. And hearing about Ran tossing Jackie-I’m laughing. I’m not going to lie, kind of assumed it was planned pre-match, but hearing that they just decided to throw him? Watson’s reaction? Just...hilarious. Was Jackie even prepared for it, or did Ran just toss them without warning? Honestly, it kind of sounds like people might come to the Pit for the comedy just as much for the fighting. If this was the kind of thing that went down, I’d probably come to watch.

10: Oh no, Ranbob! At least he’s getting better. So Cletus and Ranbob never quite click, huh? Well, that’s alright. Sometimes people just don’t. Doesn’t mean they don’t care about each other! Ranbob thinking it’s normal, oh god. Does he ever say something along those lines, or get confused why the others are so worried about it? If so, how do the fishermen react to that question, and how does Ranbob react to the answer. As for the house, well. He can say he tried if nothing else-and hey, funny story to share with the gladiators later on. It’s good that he wasn’t caught in too many storms, less that he was caught in some at all. I’m sure that was a big help in convincing Benjamin to finally just put his foot down, which, honestly good for him. You go, Benjamin!

11: Ran, bud, chill. I like how you said his free time though-my first thought was that he immediately finished a book and went over to glare at them. Probably not true, but a hilarious mental image. Very glad Watson has reassured the fishermen-how did Ranbob react to that worry of theirs?

12: Ran’s actions are pretty understandable, but still a bit sad. How does Ranbob feel about them? Is he resigned? Determined? Upset?

13: Adventure! Into possibly dangerous places! How fun! Can’t wait to see where it goes. What do they see? What’s the first stop? How long are they heading off?

14: He won’t stop? Like, potentially will work himself into the ground won’t stop? Ran just picks up his members like blocks. And, oh boy. Ranbob wanting to go back to Dream? That’s just. Oof. Very much oof. How do the fishermen deal with that, and how do they feel about it?

15: Ran sounds like he’s had a less than enjoyable time out there. Do these hunters ever go after them once they leave Subbin? Do they target Ranbob? I mean, he’s another Endermen hybrid, and one who definitely isn’t as skilled as Ran, or as used to them. He’d be a much easier target.

So Karl’s gonna come in towards the end. Nice. Ran was also affected by Dream? How so? Obviously less than his brother, but did he ever notice? Did Ranbob? Sounds like it’d be a good final showdown, over all.

As for that pet raven, may I offer some suggestions? You could give one to Jackie and Grievous, so it can help them cause havoc, or maybe one to Benjamin, so it can help him keep an eye on his dorks. Maybe even Cletus, to help snag things, and mess with people, or Isaac, maybe to help find things. Even Watson, or one of the brothers, to help keep watch over their groups. Really, you could give any of these guys a raven. Depending on said bird’s personality, it could fit anywhere. Just depends on what you want to do with it.

I completely agree with you, we need more Tales AUs. Ranbob and Ran did come from what was basically a city of historians, perhaps you could use that to tie in the other Tales? Or even have them across the old ruins of areas on their adventure. Even chunk in more time travel, via Karl or otherwise, if you want to toss in more characters.

Ranbob pretty much starts over then. Good for him. How does Ran feel about that? Actually, who was Ran’s idol, and his general life on Mizu, before the Dream incident?

Other questions:

One thing I’d like to know is how the groups react to each other’s experiences and general life styles. Like for one, Ranbob and the fishermen generally seem more physically affectionate with each other, while Ran and the gladiators seem fairly less so, but no less close.

For another, the fishermen probably still remind Ranbob to eat or sleep, which would probably seem a bit confusing for the gladiators. How much do they know about both sides? Obviously enough for them to want to help get the brothers back together, but like.

How much do the gladiators believe Ranbob’s side. Are they wary, or skeptical, or do they believe it completely, and if so, why?

How long was Ran left running, evading hunters, and how has that affected him? How many times do both brothers say something concerning, and how do they react to what the other says?

You’ve said Ranbob occasionally relapses and wants to return to Dream. Does this happen on the trip? And if so, how do the gladiators react to such a thing-depending on how much they know about the whole thing, I can imagine mixed reactions. How does Ran react?

How do both groups react to the new endermen hybrids? They seem to have dealt with different instincts before now, so seeing Ranbob trail the fishermen and Ran just pick up the gladiators must be a bit strange.

What can Ranbob keep down? Not only was Dream in control, and not particularly careful with his body, but supplies were probably also somewhat limited when he did eat. So how has that affected him?

Are there any nicknames within in the groups? How do the gladiators react to the schedule change, considering they had set times for so much before? How do the fishermen react to the new areas? What habits are/become shared, and what habits are restricted to one group.

In general, just...how the fishermen and the gladiators differ in lifestyles, basically.

For another, in one of the earlier post, you mentioned both Isaac and Cletus wanted to return to Mizu. Isaac kind of gives me a historian vibe himself, or some sort of archaeologists. Just a kind of person who wants to learn about history-perhaps something to do with the fact that he was played by Karl, and the whole time traveler thing.

But anyway, what exactly did those two want to do down there? Explore, learn, steal?

And how would you say everyone’s personalities are like? Will you be introducing anymore characters, Tales or otherwise. It’d be interesting to see a Pit version of Tommy, or Puffy, or such.

How does Ran react when he finally accepts the truth, and what exactly pushes him to that?

Hope this isn’t too many questions. I’m pretty invested, not gonna lie.

And seriously, I don’t mind the length. Long or short, I’m really just happy to hear more about your AU, and I look forward to more.

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maxismatchccworld · 4 years

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Welcome back to our latest - and last! - Deep Dive into the gameplay of The Sims 4 Nifty Knitting Stuff Pack. I’ve really enjoyed sharing the designs and development of this pack with you, and I hope to continue doing these sorts of posts in the future. It’s been a super cool experience, and I hope you’ve enjoyed reading these! In today’s post I’ll talk about the feature that is core to everything in this pack, Knitting! Once again, I have to remind you that we’re still in active development on the pack and so some things may change between now and the final game. Now, let’s talk about some nifty knits!

READ IT I PROMISE YOU GONNA LIKE IT!

In order to start knitting, you’ll need to purchase a Yarn Basket from the Build/Buy catalog. You probably remember voting on these baskets a while back. This was the winning design, presented to you now in all its colorful glory! Don’t like color? That’s okay, because we included a solid black and white variant.

We have one more knitting basket coming too! Remember this one?

The basket acts as the crafting catalyst(neat term, huh?) similar to the Easel or Woodworking Bench in The Sims 4 base game. But unlike those examples, the Yarn Basket is meant to live in a Sim’s inventory so that they can take their knitting anywhere they want to go. Knitting itself is relatively straightforward: click on the Yarn Basket in your inventory, OR, with the basket in your inventory, click on the chair you want to sit in while knitting (perhaps a rocking chair?) and select the Knit interaction. Your projects are saved to your Sim, so you can pause your progress at any time and resume later, and even juggle multiple projects at once. Starting a project costs a small amount of Simoleons for the cost of yarn, but nothing too outrageous.

(Children can knit too!) As a Sim levels up their knitting skill they’ll have access to new patterns. They’ll start with knitting socks and beanies, but as they grow more skilled they can tackle more challenging projects like sweaters and toys for kids. But if you only want to specialize in one thing - perhaps knitted mailbox cozies? - that's fine too! Just keep knitting anything and everything, and you’ll be level 10 before you know it. Speaking of knitting skill, sometimes your skill is reflected in your knitted work, or rather your lack of skill. Knitting projects can fail, and when they fail they can get weird. But it’s all subjective, and maybe you’ll end up accidentally knitting the cutest derpy companion, or the perfectly itchy sweater. No mistakes, only happy accidents!

(Just own it.) One of the niftiest parts of the knitting skill is unlocking the ability to Teach to Knit, where Sims sit down together and have a knitting pow-wow. We wanted this to feel special, so we got a really sweet animation for it (Thanks Haeju!). Now that you can infect other Sims with the knitting bug, no yarn ball will be safe!

(The knitting needles aren’t finished on the Teach To Knit interaction yet, but trust me it's SUPER CUTE.) So, what can you do with all these knitting projects? Lots of stuff! Not only can knitted objects be listed on Plopsy, but you can also Donate them to charity. If you want to surprise a loved one, try Gifting a knitted object too. If you want to destroy all traces of your knitted failures, you can Frog the object and start again! If it's a particularly nice Sweater that you made, consider Adding it to Wardrobe to make it available in Create-A-Sim to all family members.

(Everyone appreciates a nice gift!) We want Sims to be able to knit something for their whole family. Not only will Sims be able to knit Toddler Onesies, but Baby Onesies as well. So put your little grubworm in a handmade knitted outfit. I’m sure they’d thank us if they could! (And if they didn’t like it I’m sure they’d be polite about it.)

(Here’s a sneak peek at some of the concept art for new clothing for the littlest of Sims!) It also felt like a good idea to add an Aspiration to tie this passion for knitting all together. So if you want to master the fuzzy art of knitting, consider signing your Sim up for the Lord(or Lady) of the Knits Aspiration. With yarn running through your veins, there will be no knitting mountain too hard to conquer! Master the Aspiration and you’ll be rewarded with the Sacred Knitting Knowledge trait. What does it do? Lots of stuff! What does it unlock? Something special! Am I being vague? I am! Come on guys, I can’t share all the secrets quite yet.

As I’ve mentioned previously, we’re trying to get as much cross-pack functionality for knitting as we can. Cats can play with Yarn Baskets and Yarn Balls, there will be new Club rules for Knitting, new class electives at University, and knitting counts for Emotional Control, just to name a few. I’m hoping Knitting feels nice and snug alongside our other gameplay systems. Now let's have a chat with our lead Object Modeler, Beth Mohler! Conor: Can you tell us a little bit about what an Object Modeler does on The Sims 4? Beth: As an object modeler I spend a lot of time trying to figure out how to make objects work in The Sims 4. This is actually a very involved process, and somewhat different from the wonderful work our environment team does. We work with designers, concept artists, engineers, animators, vfx artists (basically everyone!) to make sure that Sims can use an object properly in an animation, or that all of our objects will work with each other. Once we understand the design for a new object, we will create a rig, a block model (a very generic version of the object used to help us make more of the same object in the future), and a footprint (tells us where the object can go and how Sims move around it). Once those are tested by animators and other disciplines we can model the final version, create UVs, and add textures. We also hook up and test everything in the game to make sure it all looks good. There is a lot to think about when it comes to making objects because we know players can find so many interesting ways to place and use them in game. That makes it a very fun challenge to make them work with everything else we’ve built before. Conor: What feature are you most excited to work on in Nifty Knitting Stuff? Beth: I’d say I am most excited to work on the rocking chairs! I love that we are bringing them to the game and can’t wait to see them in some cozy living rooms or on porches. Conor: What are some of the challenges you are facing working on this pack? Beth: One of the biggest challenges is ensuring that the knitting itself looks good and is fun to watch! This is a challenge given that it needs to work for everything you can create. Figuring this out takes a lot of iteration between modeling, animation, engineering, design, and art direction so that we come to a conclusion that will work the best given our time and technical constraints. Another interesting “challenge” is the fact that I crochet as a hobby myself! When you are knowledgeable about something (yarn!) in real life, working on it in the game it can sometimes be hard to separate the things you know and may expect in reality from what is possible or best within a video game. I have to make sure to keep a balance and to conceptualize how we can best convert the knitting experience into The Sims 4. As someone who also generally enjoys interior design and architecture, this is actually one of my favorite challenges and one of the things I love about working on objects in The Sims 4. Conor: What is your favorite feature you have ever worked on in The Sims 4? Beth: I think it has to be a tie between the mini fridge or the robotics table in Discover University. That pack was the first time I got to really take an entire feature from start to finish. I’ve been with Maxis for a while, but I’m relatively new to The Sims 4. Both of these objects had some complex features we wanted that required a lot of iteration. I learned a ton about the technical aspects of our game during the process as well. I’ve also worked on a few very cool things between then and now, but those can’t be shared yet ; ) As a fan of The Sims since the very beginning I am so happy to be able to share a little about what I do on a daily basis on The Sims 4 with you! I haven’t been on The Sims 4 for quite as long overall, but some of you may also recognize me from my time on Sims Mobile where I shared some of our workflows on Twitter for making a juice bar. Thanks! Conor: You shared a screenshot of the In-Progress Rocking Chair in our Rocking Chair Deep Dive. Can you share an updated screenshot now that the Rocking Chair is further along? Beth: I would love to! I hope everyone has been enjoying seeing the progress on this object so far! Here it is a little further along. This program allows us to set the rules for the object materials, footprint size and rig it should use, as well as all the color variants and swatch colors you see in the catalog.

Thanks Beth! By the way, Beth is on Twitter @SimGuruBeth, so be sure to Follow her! And thanks to all of you Simmers for following this pack’s development, this has been a really fun project in a very crazy time. A big thank you to my Stuff Pack teammates, and especially SimGuruSarah who edited my inane ramblings and wrangled the miscellaneous bits for these posts. While this concludes my design Deep Dives, we still have more forum posts with development insights on the way! Keep checking the Community Stuff Pack forum and we’ll have more fun stuff to show off in the weeks to come. Until next time, SimGuruConor

Source: The Sims Forum

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chocolatequeennk · 3 years

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Wired to Love You

In which the Doctor gets a caffeine high and gives away more than he intended.

Ten x Rose

For @doctorroseprompts 31 Days of Ficmas. This is Day 2: Ginger.

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The Doctor didn’t spin around the console with his usual manic energy as he set the coordinates for their next trip. He wanted to be sure of the landing this time—Rose deserved a fun trip. They’d spent a week in London, letting the TARDIS recover from her side trip to the parallel universe, and Rose recover from losing Mickey.

Mickey Smith, defender of the Earth, he mused. Not such an idiot after all.

He’d been through this before—had one companion stay after losing a friend. It was never easy, and he wanted to give Rose something that would make her smile.

He twisted the last knob, then gave her a wide smile. “Are you ready for this, Rose Tyler?” he asked dramatically as he grabbed the dematerialisation lever.

Rose rolled her eyes, but he knew he saw a hint of a smile playing with the corners of her mouth. “Yeah, all right. Impress me, Time Lord.”

The Doctor threw the lever then put his hand on his chest in mock indignation. “Rose Tyler, it almost sounds as if you don’t think I’m impressive.”

She laughed, the musical sound echoing in the console room. “You are the same man, but so different. ‘I am impressive!’ he insisted. Three words. And here you are, spouting off a sonnet practically.”

The Doctor sniffed. “It’s not my fault this particular incarnation is a trifle more loquacious than I was in my last body.”

“Loquacious?” she asked, giggles rippling through her body.

The Doctor warmed to his subject. He was making Rose laugh, which was all he wanted out of the day. “I am a wordsmith, Rose Tyler. The wordiest of smithy wordsmiths.”

Rose mouthed the words, and he grinned at her. The TARDIS landed, and he spun around and offered her his hand. “Come on! I think we’re ready for a party.”

He tilted his head and studied her attire. “But I think you’ll need a warm coat or something,” he said, realising she was dressed for a much warmer climate.

The ship hummed around them, and the Doctor and Rose both looked at the coat rack by the door. To neither of their surprise, a Rose-sized coat was hanging there.

“The TARDIS is looking out for me,” Rose said as she jogged up the ramp.

The ship hummed again, the sensation feeling like a warm blanket. The Doctor patted a strut; he had no doubt the ship had taken him exactly where he had asked for once. They both knew Rose needed a smile.

Her giggles caught his attention. “What is this?” she asked, holding up a scarf.

A familiar scarf. A very familiar, very long, very colourful scarf.

The Doctor groaned. “That… That should have been buried in an archived version of the wardrobe room. Why’d you bring that out?”

The ship whistled, even though the question was rhetorical. It had made Rose laugh. That was exactly why she’d brought it out.

He shook his head and watched as Rose draped it around her neck three times. The purple stripes matched her coat almost perfectly.

Rose grinned at the Doctor. She hadn’t been quite sure she was ready to travel again, but the warm laughter had eliminated most of her lingering sorrow.

She held her hand out to him. “Come on,” she said. “I hear there’s something impressive outside these doors.”

The Doctor’s answering grin eased what was left of her lingering melancholy. He bounded up the ramp and pulled the door open, gesturing for her to go outside first.

Rose took a step towards the door, then tilted her head. She heard something familiar… She sniffed. And smelled something familiar.

Excitement beat in her heart and she darted past him, out onto the snow-covered street. “Oh, brilliant,” she breathed, turning in a slow circle to take it all in.

They’d parked on one side of a wide square. A Christmas tree dominated the space, with garland spanning out from the tree to the buildings lining the square.

“Where are we?”

The Doctor took her hand and they started walking towards the centre of the square. “This is Parolin in the Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire.”

“You mean we finally made it?” Rose cast him a sideways grin. “Not to some satellite or something where we’ll have to figure out who’s trying to end humanity as we know it?”

The Doctor huffed, and she giggled in delight. He hip checked her, and she burst into full on laughter.

“If you’re finished,” he said after a moment, “I could tell you the rest. Or you could continue to tease me.”

Rose tapped her chin with her finger. “Hmmm… tough choice.”

The Doctor pouted, and before he could work himself up, Rose slid closer to him and hugged his hand to her. “Nah, you know I’m teasing. Tell me more. The Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire…”

He nodded. “Human festivals have almost been forgotten.”

“Doesn’t sound very great to me,” Rose muttered.

“Except for once a century, when the nostalgists are able to have their day—or days.”

“You mean, they go 99 years without celebrating anything, and then once every one hundred years, the whole empire celebrates every human holiday… ever?”

“Yep!”

Rose shook her head. “Barmy,” she muttered.

Then she realised what he was saying. “So, this is literally the Christmas festival of a century.”

He made the little happy giggling sound in the back of his throat that she loved so much. “Exactly!”

Rose sighed and leaned her head on his shoulder. She wasn’t stupid; she knew why the Doctor had brought her here. But the fact that he knew exactly what would put a smile on her face didn’t make it any less meaningful. In fact…

“Thank you, Doctor.”

He smiled down at her, all the giddiness gone, leaving only warmth in its place. “Anything for you, Rose Tyler.”

Then he tightened his hold on her hand and tugged her through the crowds. “Come on, Rose! The party awaits!”

Rose laughed helplessly and let him pull her along with him. They moved from table to table, enjoying the chocolates and biscuits and eggnog and hot buttered rum.

At one point, they joined an impromptu group of carollers and roamed the surrounding streets, singing at the top of their lungs.

When they were done, the song leader handed everyone a slice of gingerbread. “Brilliant work, everyone. I’d say we’ll do it again next year, but well…” The crowd all laughed at the joke that must be old now, at the end of the year of festivals.

The Doctor hesitated just a moment before he devoured the gingerbread. He was hungry, and as long as he didn’t have alcohol, he should be fine. Ginger on its own didn’t get a Time Lord drunk—it just lowered their ability to metabolise the alcohol, letting it actually reach their system and intoxicate them.

“Where to next?” he asked Rose, once they’d finished the dessert.

“Can we go into a shop?” Rose asked. “I’m getting cold.”

The Doctor nodded. “The main indoor shopping area is this way,” he said, leading her to the booths lining the streets.

A stand along the way caught his eye, and he slowed down and snagged two cups of coffee. “This should help you warm up, too,” he said, offering one to her.

She wrapped both her hands around the paper cup and held it up to her nose. “Mmm, perfect,” she murmured.

The Doctor sipped at his coffee, trying to ignore the way his hearts were racing. That was par for the course when he was with Rose Tyler. He needed to learn to just… get used to it. Somehow. Even though no one had ever made him feel like this and…

He shook his head quickly to stop that thought in its tracks.

Rose looked up at him oddly, and he just grinned and bounced on his toes. “Come on, Rose Tyler!” he said, sounding a little too… energetic even to his ears. “Shopping awaits.”

The longer they were inside, the more antsy the Doctor felt. He always felt a little… bouncy in this body. Like he had slightly too much energy for the amount of limbs he possessed. But right now he felt like he was literally vibrating out of his skin.

And Rose was starting to notice. After the third time he went on a ten minute ramble about the shopping centre, the town origins, and the exact placement of the planet in the galaxy, she stopped and looked at him, her hands planted on her hips.

“All right, what’s going on with you?” she said. The words were stern, but the voice was concerned and he just loved it when Rose cared about him. Rose cared about everyone but it mattered the most when she cared about him.

He blinked and held his breath, hoping he hadn’t actually said that out loud. He wouldn’t normally, but today wasn’t normal and why wasn’t it normal? Rose had asked and he was going to tell her but first he had to figure out why himself. He couldn’t really tell her something he didn’t know the answer to.

(Contrary to her opinions, he did not actually just make up stories about the planets and people they visited. If he told her something, it was because he knew it—or at least, he believed he did. Sometimes he was wrong, and he was Time Lord enough to admit that.)

The Doctor stopped and put his fingers to his temples. His normally rapid thought process was out of control. What was he supposed to be doing? Oh right, figuring out why he was like this.

He took a deep breath, holding it for ten seconds, then letting it out slowly. That centred him just enough to focus on his body. Clearly, something was affecting…

The Doctor groaned and buried his hands in his face.

Rose blinked in concern when the Doctor groaned and buried his hands in his face. “Doctor?” she asked, feeling more worried by the minute. “Is something wrong?”

“Wrong?” he said, his voice muffled by his hands. He sighed and straightened up. “No, nothing is wrong, unless by wrong you mean embarrassing and too revealing, in which case yes something is wrong and you are about to learn more about Time Lord physiology than I had intended for today.”

Rose sucked in a breath and hoped she wasn’t blushing. She was almost certain that wasn’t what he’d meant—if he meant that kind of physiology lesson, he surely wouldn’t be talking about it in public.

“I never should have eaten that gingerbread. But it smelled delicious and I was hungry and I knew I wasn’t going to drink any alcohol, so I thought, ‘What’s the harm?’ How was I supposed to know that ginger would make caffeine affect me, just like alcohol.”

Rose blinked, trying to keep up with that rapid-fire speech. “What’s ginger got to do with anything?”

“Oh, everything. Well, not everything, just everything that is related to this particular conversation, in which case I suppose I really could just say everything because we were talking about this conversation, weren’t we?”

Rose blinked at him, and the Doctor groaned again. “It’s getting worse.”

“What is?”

She watched him take another deep breath and let it out slowly.

“Ginger,” he said, enunciating the two syllables in a way she knew meant he was trying to control his rambling again. “Time Lords are able to metabolise substances faster. It’s why I don’t get drunk. But ginger impairs our ability to metabolise the alcohol.”

Rose frowned; what did that have to do with anything? Like he’d said, they hadn’t had any alcohol.

Then she remembered the coffee, and it clicked. “Caffeine,” she said. “You can’t metabolise the caffeine, and now you’re completely wired.”

He pressed his lips in a thin line and nodded. Rose could see how hard it was for him to stay silent, and she could only imagine what their life would be like if the Doctor talked more than he already did.

“All right,” she said slowly. “Do you want to go back to the TARDIS?”

His shoulders slumped. “No, I don’t want to ruin this for you. This trip is supposed to be for you, to make you smile. You should always smile, Rose—your smile is so pretty.”

This time, Rose knew she was blushing. “Well, thanks,” she stammered. “But we can always come back to the party later, yeah? Like, we can go back to the TARDIS for a bit, or even overnight, without leaving the planet?”

The Doctor blinked so rapidly Rose swore she could feel a breeze from his eyelashes.

“I guess we don’t,” he said. “Do you know, I’ve never really though about that before. It’s always one day, one city. Unless we’re arrested or made guests of the king or something. Then we stay longer. But usually, I just do what I came to do and then leave. I never thought about just… staying.”

Rose took his hand and led him out of the shop, hoping he couldn’t see her rolling her eyes. “It’s not like you’re playing domestics,” she muttered. “I’m not saying we could set up house here. I’m just saying we could rest for a bit before coming back to the party.”

“Oh, I completely agree!” he said breezily. “I wasn’t arguing, I was just saying it wasn’t something I’d ever considered. Do you know, after over a thousand years in the TARDIS, I really thought I was done being surprised. Not by other planets, of course, because I’m always surprised. Day I know everything, that’s the day I quit travelling. But I’m not very often given just… a different way to live. It’s a paradigm shift! That’s you, Rose Tyler, a paradigm shifter.”

Rose breathed out a sigh of relief when she saw the TARDIS. She loved listening to the Doctor ramble, she really did, but his constant talking was hard to keep up with, especially as he jumped from topic to topic without warning or explanation.

“Here we are,” she said, pulling out her key. “Home again home again.”

She unlocked the door and turned around to look at the Doctor. To her surprise, he swept her up in a hug.

“What’s this for?” she asked, her words muffled by his coat.

“You called the TARDIS home,” he said. “I was worried… Well, it doesn’t matter. But you called the TARDIS home and now I know that I don’t need to worry.”

Rose was pretty sure she knew what he’d been worrying about, and he definitely did not need to worry.

“Yeah, she’s my home… as long as that’s okay?”

The Doctor pushed open the door and let Rose enter the ship first. “Of course it’s okay!” he replied, sounding almost indignant. “If it wasn’t okay, I’d say it wasn’t, would’t I? And I wouldn’t give you a key. Bit stupid of me to give someone a key if I didn’t want to them to feel at home.”

Rose shook her head. “Yeah, all right. Listen, Doctor. I’m going to go take a bath and go to bed. I’ll be up at eight for breakfast, and then we can explore the second half of the market.”

“Molto bene!” The Doctor bounced on his toes, then danced around the console. He just could not contain the excess energy that was building up in his body. Was this what humans felt like when they had caffeine? If it was, then why did they ever do it?

“Or maybe this is just special because of the ginger. Just like I’ll get totally sloshed on a single glass of wine if I’ve had ginger.”

The Doctor spun around to talk to Rose, and he blinked a few times when he realised she wasn’t there. But then he remembered that she’d told him she was leaving the room.

He pouted. Well, how was he going to stay busy if his busy partner had left him all on his own?

Without any real thought, he dug around under the console and started building with the pieces he found there. It was good to have something to do with his hands, but that project only took ten minutes.

Next, he walked a lap of the TARDIS. Or at least as much as could be ran in a lap. Several of the corridors weren’t really connected to the rest, unless either he or the TARDIS felt like they needed to be.

He blinked when he spotted a familiar door. It wasn’t really a surprise that he’d gotten himself to Rose’s room, he figured. After all, he would much rather be with her than alone, although he thought maybe she’d been getting a little tired of his rambling and he really didn’t want to annoy her.

He caught his lower lip between his teeth and thought for all of 30 seconds before he knocked at the door. “Rose? It’s me. Well, who else would it be? We are the only two people on the TARDIS after all.”

He snapped his mouth shut with a click. He wasn’t going to annoy Rose.

“Sorry,” he said through gritted teeth. “I’m trying not to ramble. If I don’t ramble, can I come in?”

Rose bit her lip. She was really pretty comfy in her jim jams, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to hear all about the Mongol invasion or who Merlin really was or anything else the Doctor happened to latch onto.

But on the other hand, she didn’t want to turn him away, either. It was really so sweet that he wanted to be with her while he felt a little out of sorts.

“Yeah, gimme a mo,” she called back. The cami top was enough, but she grabbed a pair of pyjama bottoms and pulled them on over her knickers. “Okay, come on in, Doctor.”

The door swung open, and the Doctor hesitated on the other side for a moment, his hands in his pockets. “Are you sure?” he asked. “I might talk your ear off.”

Rose tugged on her ears. “Nah, they’re attached.”

The Doctor giggled and bounded into the room. He flopped down on the big armchair Rose kept by her vanity. “Your room is nicer than mine,” he said, scanning the room quickly.

“Maybe because she knows I’ll actually use my room, unlike you.” Rose giggled when the ship whistled her agreement. “See? What’s the point in spending her energy giving you a nice room if you’re never in it?”

The Doctor hummed noncommittally. Rose had a suspicion that he’d just managed to hold something back just then, but she couldn’t fathom what it might have been. Still, if he wasn’t just blurting out every thought that came to mind, that was at least some improvement.

“I suppose,” the Doctor said, and it took Rose a moment to remember they were talking about their respective bedrooms.

He bit his lip again, and Rose turned to face him fully. “What is it?” she asked.

“Well… I don’t know how long this is going to last and I’m trying to not say every single thought in my head because despite what you might think, I do actually appreciate my privacy.

“But I’m just sitting here and I can’t stop thinking… did you always have that cute mole on your shoulder, Rose Tyler?”

Rose blinked several times and felt her face turn hot. There was something about the matter of fact way he said it made it feel like he’d made a far more intimate discovery than the small mole on her left shoulder.

“So tell me more about Parolin,” she requested. “You said Fourth Great and Bountiful, yeah?”

The Doctor nodded absently. “Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire.”

He was still staring at her. “How did I not know you have a perfect little mole on your left shoulder?” he said, almost petulantly. “I have catalogued every aspect of your appearance and personality, and yet here is this mole that has taken me completely by surprise. What other surprises do you have for me? Do I want to know, or should I just be… I don’t know, surprised.”

Rose blinked at him. “What all do you know about me?” she asked, thinking to call him on his bluff.

The Doctor leaned forward, his eyes lit up. “Rose Tyler Facts,” he said dramatically. “Tea: hot with milk and a little sugar. Chocolate: the darker the better. Movies: eclectic tastes. Rom com, and historical fiction, and especially in places where they blend.”

Rose felt her face grow warm as he continued rattling off everything from her favourite colour to the classmate in primary school who had pissed her off by ratting the whole class out to the teacher.

“How do you know even know so much about me?” she asked, when there was finally a moment of silence.

The Doctor blinked at her owlishly. She knew what had happened; she’d interrupted his train of thought and he was going to have to find a new one, or a boat or a car or something.

“Well, I love you. Why wouldn’t I know all of those things?”

In the silence that settled in the room, some of the Doctor’s caffeine daze lifted. He reviewed the last five minutes, and felt his face turn hot.

Rose was staring at him, her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open. The Doctor’s hearts stopped. He hadn’t really ever planned to tell her that, but in the times he’d let himself imagine it, he’d always thought she would… well, feel the same way.

Wasn’t that what she’d been trying to say outside the cafe? That she thought their relationship was something more than just friendship?

Apparently not, he thought glumly.

“And I think I’ve outstayed my welcome,” he mumbled. He got up and walked to the door, anxious to be alone with his embarrassment.

To his surprise, Rose reached the door before he did, sliding in just before he could grab the door knob.

“Rose?”

She poked him in the chest. “Don’t you dare leave this room,” she ordered. “You can’t say something like that, and then just… just… walk away!”

The Doctor looked down at her, trying to understand what she was saying. “Well… I hadn’t really meant to say that,” he said hesitantly.

Rose’s face fell. “Oh. You didn’t mean it, then?”

The Doctor paused, trying to think through the lingering caffeine fog. Something important was happening here, and if he could just focus instead of letting his brain go in forty-five directions at once, he might be able to figure out what it was.

“Doctor.” Rose’s voice gave him a point of focus. “Did you mean it?”

And finally, the important thing clicked. The only reason she would be so set on knowing if he meant it was if she wanted him to mean it.

The hearts that had stopped only a few moments ago were racing now. “Yes.”

He held his breath, watching her intently. When a smile spread across her face, the breath whooshed out of him.

Rose rolled her eyes as she stepped closer to him. “Were you really that nervous?” she asked.

“Wellllll…” The Doctor cautiously rested his hands on her waist, waiting for her to tell him that wasn’t what she wanted. “You haven’t really said much, except to demand an answer from me.”

She blinked up at him, and he had to hold back his delight that she’d gotten that wrapped up in the conversation.

“I mean… I might ask you how you feel,” he said casually.

“Oh! Oh my god, I can’t believe…”

Rose closed her eyes and shook her head, and when she opened her eyes, the warmth in them spread all through the Doctor.

“I love you, too,” she told him quietly.

The Doctor giggled then—he couldn’t help it. Rose shook her head and stepped closer to him, sliding her hands over his shoulders. “Is that funny?” she asked.

“Nope.” He bent closer and bumped his nose against hers, getting her to giggle this time. “Not funny, just happy.”

Rose tilted her head, and for a long moment, they hovered there, almost kissing but not quite. The intimacy of their breath mixing made the Doctor’s hearts race.

Air from my lungs, he thought, remembering a long-ago adventure.

And then Rose’s lips were on his, and he decided this was the only adventure he wanted to think about.

#ficandchips #ten x rose #fic by Nancy #doctorroseprompts #31 days of ficmas #the ginger canon plays a role here #an unexpected one #accidental love confessions

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flamboyant-king · 3 years

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Ever since I woke up this morning, I’ve been thinking deeply about Jeorge. (Just like everyday.) This is the alt outfit and how he looked in my dream yesterday. He was a baby. This was when we was studying under his mentor. And then I made a whole timeline from childhood to his being in FEH currently. And now its 5am.

But have the beginning of what I’ve been writing, it takes place before he starts traveling (running away from home):

Since he was a child, Jeorge was always told what to do. How to act, how to talk, how to emote, how to move, just everything. His every action monitored and controlled to be “perfect.” Clean clothes, straight hair, good posture, and empty emotions.

Jeorge was often dragged around by his parents to banquets and upstanding social gatherings. It was boring. There were no other kids to play with, just adults looking down at him. Can’t even eat the hors d'oeuvres that are being walked around. However, he was not brought there to have a good time. No, he was there to be a sort of “spy.” Having been taught to read lips for secrets that could be passed through whispers under the performances and crowd’s banter. He must be observant. Watch for body language, straying eyes, stutters, and doublespeak. “Any slip up can be used against you; any slip up can be used against them.”

The Manipulating Menidies.

Jeorge would read on the lips of those they passed. He would see the glares directed at them. The fear and the hate he felt stabbing into his back. It may not be present on his trained, emotionless face, but it hurts. To see businesses, families, and relationships destroyed because of his own family’s selfish acts to gain fame, fortune, nobility, and notoriety. He didn’t want to be like them. He doesn’t want to be like them. He doesn’t want to be a Menidy.

Everything being orchestrated and being decided for him at such a young age does not leave much room to have a future. “Our son will become one of the King’s finest advisors. He is a smart and loyal young man.” You don’t believe that. “Is that correct, son?” Jeorge drew in his breath. Make sure your words are confident, your voice is steady, and your stance is strong. “Of course, father.” Nailed it.

As the night went on, Jeorge continued to stand by his father’s side in silence, as if held there by an invisible leash. He was picking apart the empty praises his father boasted on about to the other nobles.

“Our son goes to the highest prestige school in the country.” With a tuition paid by all the people you ruined.

“The highest grades in his classes.” Because of a tutor of whom you threatened to tear her house down.

“And not to mention a keen swordsman.” That one is just a lie.

His parents hired a private mentor to train him on his swordsmanship, but no one wants to mention how bad he was at it.

“Close combat really isn’t for you, huh?” His mentor deflected Jeorge’s sloppy approach and threw him to the ground. “I admire your stride. You’re absolutely terrible at this, but you’re still trying.”

“It’s not by choice.” Jeorge pushed himself off his back and sat upright with his legs crossed.

“I know. But you don’t want to disappoint your parents.” His mentor squatted down to look him in the eye.

“If I disappoint them, father will hit me with his ring hand or something.” Jeorge thought back to the time when he got a bit too excited about a dessert one of their estate’s chefs invented: A crispy, cinnamon, apple tart. He must have eaten six of them in one go. He got crumbs all over his dress shirt. It did not even stain, but he was stripped of his clothes and locked in his room. He was not allowed to eat for a week.

Since that day, he’s been contemplating an escape plan: a plan to run away from home. Being locked in his room for a week gave him time to study his surroundings. The strength of the locks, the soundproofing of the walls, the time and route of the guards who passed by his window, and the voices of maids outside his door debating on whether or not they should slip him a little snack.

Being dragged along to these banquets in other villages gave him the opportunity to plan a route. What roads to take, how thick the forests were, and which alleys to hide in just in case a search party comes running by. He calculated just how far his little legs would take him. He can’t outrun a horse, but he’s still small enough to hide in most crevices. I’ll be getting one of those growth spurts soon. I can run farther, but my butt will be too big to hide in crates.

When Midia and her father would visit Menidy Estate, she and Jeorge would play Hide and Seek: Hard Mode. That means hiding outside is on limits. When Jeorge hid in the brush, he came across a hole in the fencing just big enough to crawl under. Being sly, he snuck out thinking to himself, “She’ll never find me.” And she didn’t. And neither did anyone else for a couple days. It caused quite a commotion across town. When the guards and his father finally found him, they locked him in his room.

They never found the hole he slipped through and that reinforced Jeorge’s plan to run away. Using that experience as reference, he analyzed extra things he must do to be harder to find. Travel through towns at night. Travel through forests during the day. I can’t sleep at an inn, so I can’t sleep until I make it out of town. Wear unsuspicious clothes. He looked through his wardrobe and all his custom outfits had a gold trim. The shine will give away my location no doubt. He placed the clothes on his bed and tugged at the cuffs on the sleeves. He walked back over to his wardrobe and grabbed his training sword that was leaning against it. Jeorge sloppily sawed off the golden cuffs, the golden collar, and the golden hems off his tunic. I gotta travel light. I only need one pair of clothes and money. He stuffed his essentials in a leather messenger bag Midia “gave” him for his birthday the previous year.

Their parents have been exchanging gifts in the name of their children. Jeorge apparently “gave” Midia a necklace for her birthday the same year. Their fathers were trying to solidify this arranged marriage business. Trying to enhance the ties between the families to reap the benefits. Midia didn’t seem to mind the marriage, she likes playing with Jeorge and if they got married, they would play forever. Jeorge hated it. Just another thing he has no say in. He likes playing with Midia, however, playing together forever is too much. Especially when they play tag. She has a powerful tackle. One time, she tackled him right to the ground and he slammed his face against the pavement. She fainted because of all the blood. It wasn’t that bad, Jeorge just lost a baby tooth.

He looked down at his luggage and then at his training sword. It had strands of golden thread clinging to the dull, silver blade. He sheathed the blade and leaned it back against the wardrobe. Ready.

“He is a fine and handsome, young man.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” Jeorge said without skipping a beat.

“Ma’am?” Jeorge looked up and saw it was in fact a nobleman. Jeorge really was zoning out, maybe he was hungry.

“My apologies, sir. I have just been lost in thought.” He bowed his head.

“Do not worry, those who get lost in thought are the smart ones.” The nobleman chuckled.

Jeorge could feel the heat emanating from beside him. His father was angry. I guess I really won’t be eating tonight.

He turned his head and caught his reflection on one of the windows.

It’s almost time.

#words #jeorge #sketches #fire emblem #writing #idk do i have a writing tag? i only ever share scripts #young joji has a cowlick eheh #i didnt look at references i just went by my dream. so his arm is fucked but whaaaatever

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queenxxxsupreme · 4 years

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Run

Part 2

A/N: Here is part 1 in case you missed it. So I lied. This is not the final part to this little mini series. I’m going ONE more part. One more. Just one. I keep reminding myself just one.

Word Count: 5.2k

Warning: none, maybe angst?

Summary: Geralt meets a princess who is bored with life and wishes for excitement.

You’d been in your room for two days now. You refused to leave, refused to interact with anyone. Any semblance of hope you had for escaping the hell that was your life died the night Geralt so quickly shut down the very idea of him assisting you in escaping.

You were resting on one of the ledges in a window in your room, eyes focused out of the window. Your legs were curled up alongside you, a pillow in your lap.

From as high up in the castle as you were, you could just barely see the city walls and the green rolling hills that rested beyond it. It was heartbreaking to be able to see what you wanted, what you longed for, but never actually being able to get there.

There was a knock on the door to your room. You paid it no attention, instead sighing softly.

“Princess?” Mousesack opened the door and stepped in. “The Queen sent me to check on you.”

You didn’t acknowledge him.

“I know you can hear me, princess.” He moved further into the room, hands clasped behind his back.

Your fingers tightened on the pillow in your grip.

“Something troubles you.” He stated. “Your grandmother says that you haven’t spoken to anyone in two days. The garden is completely dead. Your precious flowers-,”

“I don’t want the gods damned flowers!” You cut him off, turning your head to look at him. “I don’t want to talk to anyone, Mousesack!”

He watched you for a few moments, holding your fiery gaze. You looked away, shaking your head.

“Fate is a cruel whore.”

“All this anger over something which you cannot control.” Mousesack leaned against the wall that your window was cut out of. “Anger blinds the body of any other emotion. It makes its captor fixate on what makes them angry.”

You were silent.

“You’re young, princess. Once you’ve become queen, you can have anything you want in the world. You can travel and visit places you’ve never been.”

His words did little to comfort you. You didn’t want to be queen.

“You haven’t eaten in two days.” Mousesack said. “Tonight is your grandmother’s birthday celebration. She’d love to see you there.”

When you offered no reply or even so much as a look in his direction, he left.

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Outside of your room, Mousesack found Geralt. The witcher has been busy with the duty he was given by the Queen.

“Have you ran into Calanthe yet?” Mousesack asked.

“No.”

“Good. Avoid her at all costs.”

“That’s what I try to do.”

Mousesack stopped and turned to face the witcher.

“What did you do to the princess?”

“What are you talking about?” Geralt drew his brows together.

“Two nights ago at the gala, Calanthe saw you leave with the princess. One of her guards followed you both but he said he was blocked from entering the garden. Ever since that night, Y/N has been in her room. She hasn’t spoken to anyone or eaten anything.”

“And you suspect I did something to her?” Geralt tilted his head to the side just a little.

“You’re the last one she spoke to.”

Geralt locked his jaw, looking to the door of your room. Should he tell Mousesack what you asked of him? Or should he cover for you in case you did plan to run away?

The White Wolf could hear footsteps coming up behind him. It was Calanthe and a group of guards.

Calanthe pulled a sword from one of the guards and placed the blade on Geralt’s shoulder, ready to behead him.

“What did you do to my granddaughter, beast?” She growled, hardened eyes focused on him.

Geralt turned, unaffected by the blade now being pressed against his throat.

“I’ve done nothing to her.” He held her gaze.

“You did something. She’s fallen ill-,”

“She isn’t ill. She’s sick of this place.” Geralt swatted the sword away from him. This caused the guards flanking the queen to draw their swords. She put her hand up to stop them. She wanted to hear what the witcher had to say. “She told me of how she doesn’t wish to be queen. She wants to leave, to flee Cintra before she becomes queen.”

“I know Y/N hates the thought of being queen, but she’s never expressed a desire to leave.”

“Then you’ve clearly not been listening to a damn thing she’s said. The second I saw her, I knew she couldn’t stand being here. She doesn’t want to be here. She longs for more than royal duties and banquets.”

“Mousesack, did you try to speak to her?” Calanthe took her eyes from Geralt to look at the druid.

“I did, but she didn't want to talk to me or anyone else.”

Calanthe was silent for a few moments, trying to think of what needed to be done.

“I expect you to complete your job by tonight’s banquet, witcher.” She told him, passing him to go to the door to your chambers.

She knocked twice before opening the door.

You were still sitting in the window ledge, the anger that had once crossed your features was replaced with something more docile, something more saddening

Calanthe moved to sit on the ledge by your feet, reaching up to gently stroke your hair. You turned your head to her, meeting her worried gaze.

“I know this isn't easy for you, Y/N.” Her words were soft and gentle. “But your blood entitles you to this life.”

“I just want to see more than Cintra, grandmother.” You murmured quietly, leaning into her touch as she stroked your cheek.

“You know that I keep you from leaving the city because it's dangerous out there, Y/N. You are the heir to the throne of Cintra. Our people’s future rests on your shoulders and because of that, you can't be putting yourself into potentially dangerous situations.”

You turned your head away from her, nodding softly. Hearing what she said made you sick. It made your stomach twist and knot up.

“Have you a dress for tonight’s banquet?” Calanthe stood to her feet.

“Yes.” You gave a monotone answer. You didn't really have a dress. You had plenty in your wardrobe to pick from. But you wouldn't be attending the banquet.

“I’ll see you tonight, my dear.” Calanthe leaned down to kiss your forehead.

The door to your room closed quietly behind her.

You brought your knees to your chest, arms wrapping securely around them.

***

The falling sun was warm as its light peaked through trees at the far end of the garden. Your fingertips brushed across the stone wall that surrounded the garden you once deemed a haven.

You stopped at the entrance to the garden, your hands tugging the hood to your dark red cloak over your head. Then one of your hands went to the strap to the bag tucked safely beneath your cloak.

Though your mind was running at a speed which you couldn't keep up with, you couldn't find a single thought to focus on. Your heart was beating slowly, steadily.

This was your only chance to escape, your only chance for freedom. Everyone within the castle was bustling around to make sure the queen’s banquet was perfect and last minute things were taken care of. No one would focus on you and your whereabouts. You'd stayed in your room for the last two days. For all they knew, that was where you stayed.

You stepped into the garden, guilt weighing heavy on your heart. The plant life had suffered greatly with your sour emotions. Everything was wilted and dead, a nasty brown color opposed to beautiful green.

You moved through the garden with slow and quiet steps, breathing evenly as you focused on bringing the garden back to life.

You stopped at one of the ponds, spotting a frog sitting on a lily pad. You knelt down by the pond, dipping your fingers into the cold water.

You could feel someone enter the garden, their footsteps nearly silent but weighed heavy on the vines that crossed the walkway. You looked over your shoulder to see Geralt. Quickly you looked away from him and stood up, making your way towards the back of the garden.

“I can hear your footsteps, Princess.” His voice was low but bounced off of the stone walls within the garden.

You said nothing in reply to him. Would he try to make you stay? Or would he tell your grandmother of your escape? Would he notify the guards and have them chance you down before you could get very far?

At the very back of the garden in the southwest corner was a thick hedge, nestled into the stone wall. As you approached it, the hedge died, it's decaying branches falling to the ground to reveal an opening in the stone wall. You stepped over them and just as quickly as you slipped out of the small opening, you made the hedge come back to life and sealed the exit with thick vines.

You turned your back on the castle, eyes gliding over a small meadow just beyond castle was.

When you were young, you'd sneak out of the castle and sit in the meadow at night. You did this for weeks until one of your servants noticed your absence. After everyone freaked out and panicked, your secret escape was discovered.

The sound of something heavy landing behind you made you spin around. Geralt stood there in his armor, looking down at you. He had scaled the wall and jump down upon seeing you exit the garden.

“You can't stop me!” You told him, taking a step away from him. Your hold on your bag tightened, fearing you'd have to run from the witcher.

“I'm not going to stop you. Where do you plan on going?”

“I don't have to say shit to you.” You turned away from him but he wasn't letting you go just like that. He placed his hand on your arm and turned you around to face him.

“If you haven't got a plan, you'll end up dead in a week.”

“Good.” You jerked your arm out of his grip and started through the meadow. The moon wasn't full but it was bright enough to light your way.

You couldn’t hear his footsteps but you could feel them through the grass. He was a surprisingly silent walker.

Irritation festered in your veins and you couldn't handle it for very long. You turned to face him.

“Why are you following me? Just two days ago you said I could find out how to escape on my own. I have, so let me be.”

“I didn't think you'd actually be stupid enough to do it.”

“Is it stupid to want more from life? To want to make your life better?” You asked him, tilting your head to the side. He said nothing to you. “You said that you were dealt a life you didn't ask for. Have you made any attempts to make your life what you wanted from it?”

“Why can't you just be happy to be alive?” His words came out through gritted teeth. He was at war with himself, trying to tell himself that he needed to go tell Mousesack or even Calanthe that you were trying to run away. But another part of him wanted to go with you, to leave for Kaer Morhen where you'd be safe and where you had the potential to be happy.

“I want more than to just live, Geralt of Rivia!” You raised your voice, though it threatened to crack as you continued. “I want to feel the rain against my skin without a servant hurrying me inside in fear that I will catch a cold! I want to witness the sun rise from a cliff top in Skellige! I want to taste the salt from the sea that linger in the air in Novigrad! I want to hear music from the famed bards of Oxenfurt and not our shitty ones here in Cintra!”

You paused for a moment, searching his eyes as tears glossed your own. You weren't too sure why you were crying but you were sure it was because you thought he wouldn't let you leave Cintra.

“I-I want to meet a man and-and fall in love with him on my own terms. I don't want my life set out in front of me like some strategic plan for battle. I want to live not knowing what I will have for dinner tomorrow or even not knowing if I will wake the next morn.”

When the last word rolled off your tongue, you took a shaky deep breath, wiping the tears from your cheeks with the back of your hand.

“I can't allow you to make me stay here.” You told him, softly shaking your head. Your hand by your side turned so your palm was towards him. You lifted your hand up and as you did so, vines shot from the ground and wrapped around his legs.

“Y/N!” He growled, fighting the plants that were rendering him immobile.

“I-I’m sorry, Geralt. You left me no choice.”

You turned away from him and crossed the meadow, disappearing into the forest on the other side.

***

A twig snapped, making you still your movements.

The night was quiet. Some time ago, the sounds of wildlife had fallen silent. There was no longer the chirping of cicadas or the chattering of raccoons. You were left in complete silence and it made your skin crawl.

You looked around, eyes wide as you searched for anything but you could see nothing. Everything was black.

You began to turn around, feeling as though there was some force behind you.

A hand clasped around your mouth, covering your nose too. In the same instant, an arm wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you back into a hard chest. You tried to cry out, tried to scream, but the hand muffled any noise and stopped you from being able to take in a breath.

“It's just me, princess.” Geralt breathed against your ear. You muffled out a few curse words, throwing your elbow back in an attempt to catch him in the ribs. It didn't seem to affect him. “I'm going to let you go but I need you to be silent. There's a foglet not too far from you.”

Your heart was beating in your ears and you couldn't help but struggle against him. Your lungs screamed for oxygen.

“Stay still.” His voice and breath sent shivers down your spine.

He was suddenly gone and you could breathe, though you did your best to keep quiet.

Something cried out and then there was the sound of a sword cutting through a body.

You could no longer stand to breathe through your nose, unable to pull in enough oxygen.

A hand was placed on your shoulder.

“How did you find me?”

“You've managed to go in circles for the last two hours. Tracking you wasn't difficult.”

“How far away from the castle am I?”

“Perhaps an hour’s journey.”

“Fuck.” You cursed, bringing your hand up to rub your temple.

“If you would've listened to me earlier, we'd be further away from here than we are now.” Geralt muttered. His touch left your arm and you panicked for a moment, fearing he was leaving you. Then his hand was placed on the small of your back.

“You…. You were going to go with me?” You furrowed your brows together.

He hummed an affirmation.

“Why did it take you so long to find me?”

“After escaping those damned vines, I returned to the castle to finish my job. Calanthe paid me and sent me on my way.”

“Did she say anything about me?” You asked.

“I heard her a few times mention you but my guess is that she just assumed you were staying in your room.”

In the darkness, you didn't see a tree root jutting out of the ground. You tripped and stumbled but Geralt held you firmly, one hand on your back and the other on your arm.

“We’re nearly there.”

“Where are you taking me?”

With your sight being useless, your ears picked up on his breathing. It was steady and quiet, something that you found oddly comforting.

“To the main road. Roach and your horse are waiting there for us. Once we get to them, we’ll travel until sunrise.”

“What after that?”

“I'll tell you when the time comes.”

You stopped suddenly. Geralt sighed heavily and tried to budge you to get you to move. If he tried hard enough, you knew he could make you move, but he only gave you a firm nudge.

“I don't want to be kept in the shadows, Geralt. I've been kept from things my entire life. If you are going to travel with me, you're going to tell me everything. I want no secrets.”

“If I were to leave you to travel alone, you’d wind up right back at the castle. Your sense of direction is horrendous.”

He had a point, but you were too stubborn to say he was right.

“When the sun comes up, we will hopefully be in a village six hours from the castle. There's an inn there we will stay at until early evening.” He gave you one final push and you moved, allowing him to guide you to the main road.

“Is that how all of our traveling is going to be? Moving at night and resting during the day?”

“At least until we get to Redania.”

When you finally got to the road, you could see the faint outline of your white mare. You smiled, happy that you wouldn't have to leave her.

Onc Geralt was sure you were on your horse, he mounted Roach and held on to the reins to Boots. This allowed him to guide your horse since you couldn't properly lead yourself.

You were overjoyed and excited. Geralt would ensure you got to wherever it was you wanted to go.

***

When the sun came up, Geralt made sure you had your hood on your head. He told you to keep your head down while he went in to the inn to get a room for the night. You offered him some of your coin but he declined, muttering a ‘no’ before moving away from you and the two horses.

You kept your head down, brushing your fingers over the fine leather of Boots’s saddle. You were exhausted, having traveled all night. You hadn't gotten much sleep in the few days leading up to your escape from the castle. But you forced your eyes open, wanting to take in every little detail of your journey.

Geralt returned to you shortly.

“I’ll take you up to the room and then take them to the stables outside of town.”

You nodded softly, sliding down from your horse with ease.

The second Geralt closed the door to your room behind himself, you settled on one side of the bed, closing your eyes.

***

You were sitting on the edge of the bed, braiding your hair over your shoulder as you watched the sun set through a window in the room. You'd been up for a while but hadn't ventured out of the room. You weren't too sure if leaving the room to find Geralt would be a good idea. You didn’t want to jeopardize your escape by risking the possibility of someone recognizing you.

Just as you finished the braid, the door to the room opened.

“Good. You’re awake.” He crossed the room to pick up his bag from the floor. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.” You firmly nodded your head, a little smile coming to your lips as you looked at him. “I never had a chance last night to thank you for helping me.”

“Don't thank me yet. Calanthe is sure to have the entire Cintran military searching for you. Perhaps even Skellige.”

“Is leaving now safe?”

“We leave now, or we risk running into a caravan of soldiers later on tonight. Word’s spread quick. I overheard someone downstairs saying they're coming to every town and searching every household.”

“That’s ridiculous.” You shook your head.

“You're the only heir Calanthe has, and she loves you dearly. She'd do anything for you.”

“Not anything.” You picked up your bag after slipping your cloak on. “I am ready.”

***

The sun had yet to set but you two were making good time on your journey. You had decided earlier to give him a break so you were walking. Geralt walked alongside you, humming every now and then to something you said but he didn't really care to listen to.

You came to a stop. You turned your head to survey the woods to your right and then to your left.

“Come on, princess.” Geralt told you.

“There's something in the woods.”

“It's hard to tell what-,”

“It’s dead.” You passed him the reins to Boots and took off into the woods, grabbing fistfuls of your skirts.

“Y/N!” He gritted his teeth together. “Damn it!”

You moved swiftly through the trees and undergrowth. Your heart was beating heavily in your chest. While you were unsure of what exactly made you dash off in such a hurry, you knew exactly when to stop. Laying in a patch of sunlight that broke through the canopy was the corpse of a deer. You stopped just a few feet from it, your heart jumping to your throat at the sight of the creature. The air in your lungs was forced out with a shaky breath.

Geralt was right behind you, brows drawn together and ready to shout all the reason why you shouldn’t have run away from him. He noticed the way your shoulders slumped and how your heart was beating fast. Your lips were parted and tears were in your eyes.

“It-It’s dead.” You whispered. He looked past your shoulder to see the animal.

“Looks like it had a broken leg. Starved to death.” Geralt took note of the lack of scavenging. It must’ve died within the day.

You moved towards it, hands fisting your skirts so that it wouldn’t be tugged on the undergrowth. You all but collapsed to your knees by its head, your hand stroking the reddish brown fur on its neck. Its dark eyes were glazed over.

Geralt wanted to say something but he could feel a sudden rush in his head and he felt a little dizzy. There was a shift in the energy in the air. Your magic was strong and potent. It was electrifying and made his skin tingle.

With your hand on its neck, you breathed evenly, focusing on healing the doe and bringing her back to life. Within seconds, the creature blinked and jolted awake, scrambling to get to her feet. You watched in awe as she ran off into the woods, making her hasty getaway.

Geralt’s enhanced hearing was able to catch the sound of beating hooves against the dirt road where he’d left Roach and Boots.

“Princess, we must go.”

You nodded softly, standing to your feet and rubbing your hands together. But as soon as you were on your feet, your head spun. Geralt was by your side in an instant, his arm sturdy around your waist.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded in reply.

***

You knelt down by the small fire, warming your hands a safe distance from the flames. Geralt sat across the fire from you, messing with one of his swords. You stood up, brushing the dust and dirt from your skirts, then sat down against a tree not too far from the fire.

“How did you do that earlier?” He lifted his head to look across the fire at you.

“I did the same as I do with my plants.” You shrugged your shoulders softly. You weren't entirely sure what you had done, but you did it the same way you fixed your plants that were wilting or dead.

“How could you sense it all the way from the road?” Geralt sheathed his sword and placed it aside.

“I can…. I don't know. It’s like I can feel things through the plants. Like….” You looked around the little makeshift campsite. Your eyes landed on Geralt. “Just behind you in the woods behind a honeysuckle bush is an animal. A fox.”

The witcher nodded. He could hear the quiet creature’s heartbeat.

“Is it weird that I can do that? I can move plants?” Your voice lowered to a timid murmur.

“It isn't something that the average human can do, but I wouldn't call it weird.”

You dropped your gaze to the fire, a soft smile finding its way to your lips.

A sudden gust of wind blew through. You shivered, holding your cloak tight to your form.

“You chose a shit time to leave.” Geralt sighed as he stood to his feet and moved around the fire to get to your side. “Traveling north isn't something many do in the winter.”

You watched him closely, unsure of what he was doing. He sat down beside you.

“Want me to keep you warm?” You asked him, softly teasing him.

He muttered something incoherent under his breath. You scooted closer to him so you could tuck yourself into his side. He hesitantly put his arm around you, allowing you to sink further into his side.

***

As days passed, you drew closer and closer to the border of Cintra. Geralt said you would go through Sodden to cross over the Yaruga river. From there, he said you would have better luck traveling without worrying about Calanthe’s military.

It was a calm night. The air was bitter but the moon was shining brightly in the sky. The canopy above the trees prevented you from seeing the moon but you didn't mind.

You sat near the fire, playing with a twig to keep your hands occupied. Geralt had gone off into the woods to search for better firewood. Apparently just any log wouldn't work.

You had enjoyed every second of your journey with the witcher. A ball of tension was knotting up in your stomach. He mentioned earlier that you'd only have two more days until you reached Sodden. After that, you'd part ways. You'd never see the White Wolf again.

You jumped when an armful of logs hit the ground with a loud pound.

“Thought I told you to listen for any unwanted company.” He sat down a few feet away to mess with the fire.

“I was.”

“No, you weren't. If you were listening, I wouldn't have scared you.”

You brought your eyes down to the twig in your hand.

Geralt could see that you were deep in thought still. You were physically there next to him, but your mind was a hundred miles away.

“What's on your mind?” He asked quietly. You shrugged your shoulders. “Are you regretting leaving?”

“No.” You answered quickly, bringing your eyes up to him. “I regret nothing.”

“Then why do you look so lost?”

“I was just…. just thinking about the man my grandmother was going to marry me off to.” You brushed the pad of your thumb over the twig. “His name is Phillip. He’s a knight.”

“The one you were dancing with at your banquet?”

“That is him. He was the one who gave me the rose the day of my banquet.”

Geralt watched as the twig in your hand trembled and turned green. A red rose bloomed right before his eyes.

“I feel quite sorry for him.” You leaned forward to toss the rose into the fire. “He thought he had a chance at taking my hand, at being king. He always treated me like a child. And his chivalry….” Your nose crinkled up like you were disgusted by the thought.

Geralt chuckled just a little.

“Don't get me wrong. He was handsome.” Your eyes flickered over to the witcher. “But he only had flowers to give.”

“And you want more than just flowers.” Geralt remembered the conversation you had the day he found you sitting in the window in the library. “Tell me, princess. What is it that qualifies as more than flowers in your book?”

A grin cracked across your lips and you brushed your hair back.

“Well, master witcher. For example, all Phillip had to offer me was his bad jokes and long life within the castle. You….” You trailed off, unable to catch yourself.

Geralt tilted his head up a little more, holding your gaze. You cleared your throat and directed your eyes to the fire.

“A man like you, for example, would have more to offer. A life of excitement and adventure.”

“You’d be mistaken if you think my life is all excitement and adventure, princess.”

“Oh, I know it isn’t. A life of excitement and adventure doesn’t gift you with scars.” You lowered your voice to be more gentle. “I’m not naive to the cost that comes with being a witcher, Geralt. I’ve heard of how terrifying and traumatizing it is to become one. Very few chose to become witchers.”

You weren’t even sure where you were going with your rambling anymore. You couldn’t explain to him what you meant when you said excitement and adventure. You couldn’t explain it without letting him know that the journey with him had been one you will never forget. It was exciting and wondrous. The thought of parting ways with him saddened you.

“It’s getting late.” Geralt commented, ending the very poor conversation right there.

You nodded your head and watched him settle down. You shivered a little, crossing your arms tightly over yourself. You stood to your feet and moved around the fire. His eyes followed you the entire time.

“I’m cold.” You told him, laying down in front of him. You scooted back until your back was pressed to his chest. He seemed to stiffen up at your actions but said nothing. With a heavy exhale, which tickled your neck, he put his arm around you and held you close.

You smiled a little, glad that he didn’t try to stop you.

Geralt couldn’t deny that he wasn’t looking forward to leaving you once you reached Sodden. While he didn’t usually care for company during his travels, he enjoyed having you by his side. You were fascinated with everything. You’d stop at the sight of rabbits running across the road, smiling as you watched where they disappeared in the undergrowth. You’d stop to marvel at a mother goose that was herding her little goslings around a pond. You giggled rather joyously as a flock of little birds emerged from thick bushes, chirping and flying towards the canopy that provided shade over the road. You’d gasp at the sight of a butterfly, watching it flutter past you. Your happiness was contagious, your smile made him smile.

Geralt had never been able to smell your happiness. At the castle, you were bitter and bored, but in the woods you were free to do whatever pleased your heart.

Geralt swore he’d never seen someone so fascinated with every little living thing in the forest. He knew the time to part ways was drawing near, but he couldn’t help dragging it out. Leaving you was something he wanted to avoid at all costs.

Unbeknownst to you, he chose the more scenic route to offer you different views and sights he thought you'd like. These scenic routes were out of the way but your reactions were well worth the added on time.

It was a shame he couldn’t keep you by his side after you reached Sodden.

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indelicate marks: chapter ten - the bargain

A/N: hey kids its me again. here is chapter ten of indelicate marks! i hope you are all enjoying so far and are doing well! - ivy

warnings: language, indications of torture (very slight)

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You never thought you'd ever say it, but you had missed Draco Malfoy. The last two weeks before Christmas sped by uncomfortably quick. Your last two Occlumency lessons with Draco had gone by uneventful, but within them, you'd got along surprisingly well. The previous rounds of insults thrown back and forth had simmered into a good humoured teasing. In fact, you'd managed to have a few actual conversations with Draco with the hours you spent at the Classroom, between your attempts of Occlumency. It turned out that Draco was better at Astronomy than you - you made it clear that you were more than irritated about that. But, you'd also learnt, that unlike his father, Draco actually wanted to work after graduating. Behind the facade that was Malfoy, you were beginning to see a whole other person. By the time Christmas break had arrived, you were particularly worried about him returning home with the state he was already in. Whilst he didn't reveal much about what was actually happening within the walls of Malfoy Manor, you'd already guessed it was... Bad. If his worsening attitude was anything to go by, whatever happened there was not something you even wanted to imagine. The fear for yourself only occurred to you as you sat on the Hogwarts Express. Staring out the window, surrounded by elated students excited to see their family, you felt out of place. The atmosphere was such a juxtaposition to your mood it was almost ironic. It did, however, give you a sad sense of comfort that Draco must have felt much the same way. At least you were sat alone, and could wallow in your misery. The journey back did not offer you the relief you had sworn it would do. Anxiety itched underneath your skin as you finally arrived back at Hogwarts. Stepping out onto the platform, you instantly swept your surroundings for a tall, platinum blonde, dressed in all black. It was with a pang of nausea, that you realised he was nowhere to be found. Thankfully, you'd managed to spot him sitting further up the table with Parkinson and Zabini during the feast. From where you were sat, you couldn't make out any major injury, or harm. From then, you attempted to put your concern for Draco on the back burner. He was alive, and safe, back at Hogwarts. For now. Ignoring the worry, however, only caused you a great deal of reluctance to go to the usual classroom on the first Thursday back. Throat dry, you stared at the worn wood of the door for a second longer than normal before you finally pushed it open. It was familiar, the feeling of stepping into the room, and it eased you, even if it was the slightest. Yet, the sight of him already sat on his chosen desk by the window only filled you with a conflict of comfort and trepidation. "Y/N," Draco drawled, a crooked grin settled into his features. You turned from locking the door wordlessly, keeping your expression plain. "You survived Christmas, then?" Survived is one way to put it. You offered him a shrug. "You look better than I expected." Your mutter prompted his previous, somewhat easy expression, to falter. It didn't, however, fall. "I'll take it as a compliment." Your next words left you before you could even consider them. "Well, I didn't mean it as one." Being a bitch, much? What the fuck was that, Y/N? Because, there was no teasing edge. There was no hidden warmth. Your voice was cold, poised, a voice you hadn't used toward Draco in a long time. Draco's face fell, this time. Narrowing his eyes, he started to search your figure - but then he was jumping up and towards you with a very, very stern look. Your chest tightened, stumbling away instinctively. "What's wrong with you?" He demanded, grey eyes piercing as you forced a glare at him. Still tired, you noted. A lot more tired than before Christmas, from how sunken his features were, but not ill. "Nothing is wrong with me, Malfoy-" Your growl trailed into nothing. You hadn't seriously used his surname since the conversation you'd had at the Astronomy Tower. Draco's eyes flashed, but you just took a breath, attempting to soften your features. "Draco. I'm fine. You're overreacting." His jaw tightened, gaze still not shifting away from you. Scrutinising. "Don't lie to me." His tone was firm, but not hostile. "You look like you're about to drop dead, you have done all week. And now you're not acting like yourself." You exhaled through your nose, eyes tired as they settled anywhere that wasn't him. "I'm tired. Long break." Burning, you could feel his glare still on you, but he remained silent. Until, you heard a faint mumble - then, a harsh pressure was grasping at your mind. Giving yourself no time to panic, you threw it back, turning your wide eyes on him. Draco only stared back, looking just as shocked - or offended - and then there was a second surge. You held it off with an ease that surprised both you and Draco, noting the annoyance that flitted over his features. His wand dropped from where it was once grasped and directed towards you, scowling. He had tried to use Legilimency. "Don't you fucking do that again!" You snapped, heart rate picking up now that the threat was gone, panicking. "How the fuck did you keep me out?" Draco ignored your outcry, staring at you with a hard expression. Frustration balled in your chest at his dismissal. "Does it matter? You growled. "You can't just look through my memories whenever you feel like it, Draco!" "I can when you're acting like a twat," He threw back, meeting your eyes, unwavering. "And won't tell me that something has happened when it obviously has." "Did it ever occur to you that I don't want you to know everything?" Your voice strained, you swallowed, throat raw. "Why?" Draco demanded, eyes stormy. "What happened?" You stared at him. Merlin, I forgot how much of dick he can be. "Because I'm a person, Draco, and I don't like everyone knowing my own business?" You raised an eyebrow incredulously, head throbbing. You were too tired, too tired for one of Draco's episodes. "How would you feel if I demanded to know everything you got up to?" Draco's face dropped into a sudden vacancy, the one he would so often wear. "That's different." "Different?" You scoffed, only to let out a sigh, placing a hand on your forehead as you attempted to swallow back the rising insults in your throat. "It's really not. You're just too stubborn to admit you're pissed off that I can keep you out now." Another second of awful, tense silence. You readied yourself for a second attack on your thoughts - but it never came. "Tell me what happened, or we're not meeting again." You would have preferred your expectations. Pulling your hand away from your face, you stared at him, hoping the horror creeping up on you didn't show on your expression. "That's - that's - what?" "You just proved to me you can perform Occlumency." Draco's face was as set as his tone, shrugging. "It's not necessary for us to meet anymore." Your body was a lot colder than before. It started in your chest, ice spreading jolting your heart to stop, then your stomach as it made a heavy drop. You thought things had changed, you thought that maybe, just maybe, Draco had changed. But his face was emotionless. "You-" You couldn't stop your voice from wobbling, and you had to swallow to regain any sense of control over it. "You don't mean that." "How do you know?" Draco only raised an eyebrow, and you dragged your eyes off of him. You couldn't look at that dead expression anymore. "Right. So everything that happened before Christmas was all just bullshit, then?" Tears had begun to gather in the back of your throat, voice breaking as you spoke. "Y/N-" "No, Draco, it's fine. It's all perfectly fucking fine." Your control over your emotions was failing. Merlin, you were just so tired, exhausted, and the one person that could offer you any sense of comfort was doing the complete opposite. "You can give up the act now, if you want." "Stop it." Draco's voice wasn't harsh despite his words, more of a sigh. He took a small step towards you, but you still couldn't look up at him, your mind buzzing. "Can you please just tell me what happened to you over Christmas?" You couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was. The sudden soft edge to his tone, the threat of him leaving, your exhaustion. The crushing weight of your burden. But the tears were coming steady, and you spoke with a broken voice. "I have to take the mark, Draco." He was silent, but you still didn't look up at him, gradually beginning to shake and cry heavier. "In exchange for my parents - being broken out -" Draco was crossing the room and pulling you into a hug before you could even register the fact he had moved. This time, you didn't even flinch, wrapping your arms around his torso and burying your head deep into his chest. Draco's hand rested over the back of your head, fingers pulling through your hair. Yet, whilst he wasn't speaking, or making any noise at all, it was better than any words of comfort anyone could have offered you. And, Merlin, had you missed him. What he had said didn't matter. Not now, with his arms so tight around you, letting you sob into a shirt you were pretty sure was worth more than your entire wardrobe. You remained there, for a while, standing in his embrace until the sobs died down - but even then, Draco didn't pull back. "I'm sorry." You mumbled, into the material covering his chest, and his grip tightened a little. "Don't." You fell quiet again, for a moment. "Lestrange - came on Christmas Eve." You finally began, still muffled. "Made me bargain with her. I take the - the mark. My parents get freed." Draco shifted, pulling back a little to look down at you, hands remaining on your shoulders. You took a moment to stare up at him, only to note his jaw had clenched again. "They already had plans to break them out." He muttered, the grey of his eyes stormy. "Oh, I guessed." Your lips pulled into a bitter smile. "That was more of a... cover up. She had other means of - of - well, persuasion." You couldn't stop the shudder that ran through you, and you knew Draco felt it too. His fingers dug in more than before, prompting your heart to squeeze - with anxiety, or adoration, you weren't sure. It took you a second to look at him again, but you eventually found them searching you, frantic. Rage etched itself into his expression, and you found yourself bringing your hands up to rest them either side of his face. His gaze snapped back up, a lot more gentle as they met yours. "I'm okay." You murmured, but his eyes sunk shut, a deep sigh falling from his lips. "No, you're not." A sad smile pulled at your lips - only for the sudden realisation of how close you were to hit you square in the chest. You could trace every little dip and edge of his features, and a breath caught in your throat as your gaze slipped down to his lips. Still dragged down in the slightest, it took a moment for you to recognise the very overwhelming desire to kiss him. Terrified, you frantically pushed yourself away from him. Draco's eyes snapped back open at the sudden movement. However, he did not question it as you tugged at your sleeves, cursing yourself. Those feelings you'd shoved down in your chest. The ones you'd forbidden, the ones that you chose not to describe. They'd resurfaced so suddenly that it felt as though they were choking you, heart lodged in your throat. You couldn't deny it anymore - that you were very, and overwhelmingly, smitten. With Draco Malfoy. Draco Malfoy? Draco fucking Malfoy? You have got to be kidding me. "Why weren't you going to tell me?" The question managed to retrieve you from your thoughts, and you flicked a look back at him. He was staring at you, rather intently, hands balled in his pockets. "I-" A faint scowl painted your features, avoiding his eyes again. "Well, I didn't want to make you any more stressed. You're dealing with your own shit." "That's... oddly considerate." Tone teasing, you flashing him a quick look. "I do worry about you, Draco." You lingered your eyes on his for a moment, and they flickered at your admission. "Especially when you don't tell me anything." "Please, don't." His voice hardened, despite the tinge of warmth in the grey of his eyes. "I don't want you involved, and I don't want you to worry about me." "I know." You said, quickly, hoping the bitter pang of rejection in your chest didn't resonate within your expression. "Just - Please keep showing up to these meetings. Even if you don't teach me Occlumency anymore." "You know I didn't mean it." Draco's lips tugged down. Meeting your gaze, he swallowed, before speaking again, much more hesitant. "And I don't act. Around you." You were close to letting out a disbelieving laugh. With that constant deadpan expression, there was no way Draco didn't act around you. But, the way he had spoken, so hushed, but open - it struck a chord within you. You understood what he was trying to say, really. It wasn't bullshit. None of it was bullshit. "How did you manage to get so much better at Occlumency, anyway?" Draco asked, breaking the silence. You hesitated. "Lestrange - she was searching for people to blackmail me with." You mumbled, heart jumping as Draco stiffened. "She didn't find you. I managed to keep her away from finding anything with you in it." Features slipping into an eased position, he nodded, eyes falling away from you. There was a type of tension that continued to linger, after that. You spent the rest of the session, sat together quietly, avoiding any true deep conversation. Draco didn't bring up Christmas again, and you didn't try to encourage him to speak any further about his own trials. You found a type of quiet within Draco that you thought didn't exist. It wasn't deafening, and it wasn't overwhelming. Together, you could ignore what was really happening outside of those four walls. One day, you'd have to face it, you knew that. But, for now, you would enjoy the quiet.

#draco x you #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy x reader #draco x reader #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy angst #harry potter fanfiction #slow burn

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Not a DJ!

Pairing: BamBam x Reader

Genre: fluff, smut

Word Count: 10,2 k

Warning: K-drama style

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You were sitting in your office sorting through some documents. You banged your fists on the table "And why should I waste Saturday night on these shit!" you growled. You looked at the phone with a lot of unread messages from a guy with whom you had a bad blind date. This is your fate as a good girl - blind dates and mountains of documents on Saturday night.

Your phone rang and you rolled your eyes. Apparently your 'boyfriend' moved from messages to calls. You looked at the screen and was surprised to see your friend's name.

"Wow, did someone finally remember me?" you said picking up the phone.

"Ha baby you are too vivid a memory of my life to forget you so easily."

“Yes, yes, yes ... I'll take your word for it! How are the beaches in Bali? "

“Oh, what else, a bunch of tanned sexy guys and unlimited alcohol. Boredom"

“Well, yes, not like I'm having fun. Meetings, contracts and a bunch of design drawings. Look do not die of envy "

“Haha. You yourself chose the fate of a good daughter with your own company. I told you to be a disappointment to your family is not so bad” you both laughed at your absurd conversation. "By the way, I'm calling for a reason."

“Oh, seriously. And I thought you just called to brag about how good you are on the beach in the company of tanned guys and cocktails. "

“Almost, I returned home in the morning. And throwing a party about it. In short, you have an hour to change your boring suit for the sexiest dress in your wardrobe and come to the address that I will send you. Otherwise, my little party will come to your office! "

"Okay okay. Let's assume that your threats worked. One hour"

You hung up and smiled. The party is just what you wanted right now. You quickly packed your things and headed home. An hour later, you drove up to a huge mansion with loud music. Small party - you even managed to forget how big her was throwing parties. For a second, you imagined if this little party came to your office. Perhaps after that, the building was cheaper to demolish and rebuild than to clean. You shook your head to drive away bad thoughts.

You went into a house filled with people. It seemed there was the whole city, perhaps not one. You went into a huge hall looking for your friend. Loud laughter caught your attention and you knew exactly who it belonged to. You headed towards a bunch of guys and you weren't wrong. Your friend jumped to her feet and ran in your direction pushing everyone around. "__________" she stopped a few steps away from you, examining you skeptically. "Which part of the word 'sexiest' did you not understand?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Are you going to some kind of charity dinner instead of my party?"

"This is De La Renta!" you protested

“This is De La boring! Come on, ”she grabbed your hand and pulled you to the other end of the house. "I knew it. What would you do without me "

"Do I have to look like a whore to pass face control at your party?"

“Uy, how rude! Why like a whore, just less conservative than your de la something"

"Listen, I'm not ..."

“______, stop controlling everything around you for once in your life. Enjoy what is happening around. Meet someone you want to meet, not someone your family approved.” She put the garment cover on the bed and left.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, and perhaps your friend was right about something. Why not take the risk of being someone else today.

You quickly changed and returned to the party. Taking a drink, you went to the pool where the music was loudest. A sexy DJ caught your eye next to a whole crowd of girls. So so... it seems you just saw what you like. You met his gaze and all your insides tied in a tight knot. Not often have you met someone with such a self-confident look. He knew for sure that he was handsome and obviously used it more than once. You smiled at him and went into the garden. You heard footsteps behind you and smiled, it worked every time.

"Why is such a beautiful girl bored in the garden all alone?"

"She might be looking forward to an overly confident DJ who wants to keep me company."

"Apparently you are the party owner's best friend?"

"Why do you think so?" you asked

“She never invites girls who are more beautiful than her. So she loves you as much as the general attention of all the guys,” he smiled. "As soon as you went out to the pool all the guys looked only at you, it seems their girls were not particularly happy"

“Really. Didn't notice" you took a sip sending him a lustful look

"Of course, you looked only at me"

“I wasn't the only one looking at you, so why did you come to me? "

“Your look! He convinced me that it was worth trying something new "

"Are you saying that a guy with this appearance is the first time meeting someone at parties?"

"You may not believe me, but it's true." he came closer, leaning on the railing of the stairs next to you. "I am not allowed to associate with girls," he whispered, as if he was sharing a huge secret.

You laughed “The DJ is not allowed to communicate with girls. Apparently a lot has changed since the time when I was last in the club” you leaned on the railing looking into the distance.

“Yep, now days of DJs are difficult,” he laughed. His laugh was so clear.

"Would you like to take a walk?" you asked, pointing towards the dark trees.

He looked at the trees and at your shoes, then looked at you with a question. His expression made a wide smile appear on your face. You took off your shoes, leaving them on the steps, stepping barefoot on the soft lawn. You turned towards the mysterious guy and was surprised when he took off his shoes, leaving them next to yours.

“I didn’t think it’s uncomfortable to walk on the lawn in your shoes,” you looked at him raising an eyebrow.

“I decided that this way we would be equally vulnerable”

"Vulnerable?" you said, there was no such word in your dictionary. You laughed as you turned to face the trees again.

You continued to walk through the trees, plunging into pitch darkness.

"Are you not scared?"

"What exactly?"

"It's dark and there is no one around."

"Are you afraid of the dark?" you asked with a sneer in your voice

"No. But aren't you afraid to be in such a dark place where there is no one around, alone with a guy whose name you don't even know?” He came closer, running his fingers over your hand.

You turned to him, running your hand over his chest, pushing towards the nearest tree until he rested his back on it. "Aren't you afraid of a girl without a name who invited the guy to follow her to such a dark place where there is no one around?" you felt the muscles under his clothes tighten.

He smiled, he pulled at the edge of his sweatshirt, taking it off. You looked at him in surprise. But before you had time to ask anything, he threw the sweatshirts over your shoulders, tying it in front.

“It's pretty cold here, a girl with no name,” he smiled and walked on. You closed your eyes, mentally scolding yourself for wanting him not to stop only on the sweatshirts. Turning around, you gasped as you bumped into his pumped-up chest. He hugged you, covering your lips with a kiss. Its taste has turned your head. You moaned into his mouth and he squeezed your body. The hardness of his muscles excited you. You reached for his shirt, quickly unbuttoning it. He quickly got rid of his shirt by throwing it to the ground. He lifted you up and pressed you against a tree. Ah, so that's what his sweatshirts was for, covering your bare back. He pulled up your dress, squeezing your ass. His tongue drove you crazy, making me want more.

"Hold on tight baby." He quickly unbuttoned his pants, taking a condom out of his pocket. He quickly put it on, pushing inside. you moaned as his big cock stretched your tight pussy.

"Oh my god ..." you groaned against his shoulder.

“You can call me that,” he said, thrusting deep into you. You laughed, but your laugh turned into a groan. His fingers twisted into your hair, he pulled your hair, pulling your head back. He ran his tongue over your neck, biting your ear, sending shivers through your body. Your bodies were pressed against each other, even through the dress you could feel how hot his body was. He melted you by continuing to fuck you so wildly. Everything inside began to tighten into a tight knot as the orgasm began to form inside you, forcing your thighs to squeeze tighter around his waist. He hissed, his fingers digging hard into your thighs, and his movements became erratic.

“I'm gonna cum,” you moaned loudly as he started to fuck you faster. Your body shook violently when you cum. He dug into your lips drowning your moans. You felt a tear roll down your cheek. The sensations were so strong that it was difficult for you to cope with them. Pleasure pervaded every inch of your body. He hid his face in the curve of your neck. His low growl echoed deep inside, making everyone inside tremble. He cum as hard as you did. His hands gripped your body so tightly that it was difficult for you to breathe.

“Fuck…. This is so unreal, ”he moaned. Your body shook with every thrust. He kissed you again, but this time it was so gentle it took you by surprise. He met your gaze, smiling broadly. “You seem to be influencing me badly. I do what I have never allowed myself in my life "

“I can say the same about you,” you laughed.

"Can you tell me your name after all?"

“I don’t think we are that close” you smiled at him

“My dick is still deep in you, and you say that we are not close enough” he laughed at your words. "Ok, then I'll tell you my name."

You quickly covered his mouth with your palm, stopping him. "As you said at the beginning, it is better to be in the same position."

“If you want it, I will accept your choice. Do not tell your friends later that I am not a gentleman who didn’t even ask what your name is or didn’t introduce himself ” he winked at you

"Believe me, this ..." you specially emphasized that word, describing the whole situation as a whole "the secret will die with me." you giggled

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A few months later

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"Have you already looked at the papers that were sent to you?" asked your assistant putting several folders on the table.

You looked up at him and looked at him with displeasure "Remind me why we have to do this"

"Because your friend was begging on her knees to work with them for the next ad?"

You rolled your eyes remembering her tantrum a few weeks ago. you sighed and took the folder. "And why is she so obsessed with idols"

“They are not just idols, they are a world famous group. They have a huge fandom. And their songs are just unreal, ” he went on to describe in color the guys you need to work with. You turned to look at him in disbelief. Catching your eye, he quickly closed his mouth, looking at you with guilty eyes.

“It seems like my friend isn't the only one obsessed with idols,” you shook your head skeptically. "Where are they now?" you asked leaving the office.

"They've already started the photoshoot."

"Well, let's see." you were walking down the corridor when you saw a handsome guy who rested against the wall near the entrance to the studio.

"This is their leader, Im Jaebeom" the assistant whispered to you as you came closer

“Hello, Im Jaebeom. My name is _____________, I hope for a good teamwork,” you said stretching your hand forward.

He blinked several times as if you were speaking another language. He tentatively held out his hand to greet you "Director ________?" he asked, clearly not trusting what you said

“If it's so convenient for you, you can call me that. I prefer informal communication, it brings together and speeds up work” you smiled

“You are younger than I thought. Sorry" he bow politely

“I hear this a lot, don't apologize. I heard you have already started the photoshoot, I decided to see how everything goes "

"Yes of course. Come in.” He opened the door letting you go ahead

You went inside discussing whether everything is going well. While you were talking and joking about general topics. You approached the photographer, greeting him while changing while the scenery for the next member. When the next member came out, you turned in his direction to say hello.

"What the fuck!" the words burst out before you could stop yourself. You quickly closed your mouth as everyone stared at you. Everything inside froze when a familiar face looked at you with no less surprised look, just as you did at him. It turned out the DJ was not a DJ at all. Now his words that he shouldn't date girls made sense.

Several assistants ran out asking what exactly you didn't like and what exactly needed to be fixed. You quickly pulled yourself together, regaining your coolness again. "I'm sorry. I was surprised by the combination of colors. They obviously don't fit. I think it’s worth changing." You excused yourself again and headed towards the exit while everyone around was fussing about changing the situation. You practically ran out of the studio, heading for the rooftop, which was an outdoor garden. You took your phone out of your pocket and dialed your friend. "Why did you make me work with this group?" you asked as soon as she answered the phone.

"And hello to you" she laughed "I always know what happens at my parties"

"Did you know that we..." you could not finish the sentences "How?"

“I went to look for you, but I found your shoes on the steps in front of the forest. It was hard not to guess what exactly you could do there for so long. Plus the fact that after that, every time he came to my parties and the whole evening he was looking out for someone in the crowd "

"This is my job. How can I look him in the eye. From the nameless guy and girl who left everything in that forest, we became partners" you shook your head "I just cursed when I saw him in the studio, I had to order everything to redo to hide the fact why I was so surprised "

"Do you want to know what can come of this?"

"Besides the headache?" you asked

“Except for the headache. It does not seem that for him that night is left behind. By the way, his name is BamBam, and one more thing" she fell silent trying to hide her laugh "You are nuna for him" she quickly hung up without waiting for your reaction.

"You're fucking kidding me!" you sat down on the ground when your legs gave way. You were staring at the phone trying to calm down and not come up with a plan to murder your best friend.

The phone rang and you picked up "Yes"

"Where are you, director?"

"On the roof"

"They've changed everything, want to see?"

"I'm sure everything is perfect, continue without me"

"Good"

You lay down on the ground, not believing that this happened to you. You kicked, throwing a tantrum like a five-year-old girl who had her toy taken away. Perhaps if you stay here, you will never meet him again. They can discuss all other details with your assistant. You tried to calm yourself while on the verge of a nervous breakdown. You squeaked trying to relieve stress.

"I see so you attract to places like this" voice interrupted your hysteria

You sat up abruptly meeting BamBam's gaze. "What are you doing here?"

"My photoshoot is over," he replied smiling

“It doesn't explain why you’re here” you tried to hide your embarrassment with seriousness. But it didn't work out very well.

“Let's start from the beginning? Hello, how are you?" asked BamBam with a smile sitting down opposite you

You took a deep breath "BamBam, listen .."

“Oh, you already know my name. Although I won't deny it, now I know yours too. ”He smiled.

"BamBam ..."

“By the way, I already realized that you are older than me, although I confess I did not expect this. We thought we were the same age" he smiled broadly.

"Listen .." you tried to say something again

"I do not want"

"Excuse me?" you looked at him with confusion

“I don’t want to listen to you. After all, you will begin to say that it was a long time ago and now everything has changed, we must pretend that we are not familiar and other nonsense. I do not want. I do not like it"

You closed your eyes trying to cope with your emotions. "Please ... please don't complicate an already difficult situation."

"Why is it difficult?"

"Are you kidding?" you stared at him

“Are we children? Yes, we cannot publicly meet or show our relationship. But why should we pretend to see each other for the first time? I have already said that I have never done anything like this. And not because there was no one, you are just the only one who got into my heart. And you still there.” You sat and listening to him with open mouth, unable to utter a word. He sat closer and took your hand. "_______" he ran his fingers across your cheek "Our worlds won't collapse if we just try to be that guy and girl in the forest."

“Can't you see that they have already collapsed” you whispered lowering your head

"Who said? My world is firmly and hasn't even faltered. If necessary, I will build yours again! I'm not the kind of guy who only meets girls for one night. "

“BamBam, you generally understand everything that is happening now, my company is working with your agency for advertising. Do you have any idea what will happen when everyone finds out that we slept? " you already shuddered at the thought

“Who said that someone would find out about this? Except for the two of us, no one knows about this. Personally, I'm not going to tell anyone about you. Neither about what happened, nor about what, I hope, will be in the future. "

You looked at his phone, which all this time did not stop receiving messages “You are gone for 15 minutes and you have already received a hundred messages. Do you want to hide the relationship? "

“It's because now I'm kind of at work, from which I ran away,” he smiled mischievously at you, “When I don't have a work, no one touches me and doesn't ask questions about what and with whom I do. Besides, I don't think that anyone would dare to ask you questions. Judging by the reaction, everyone is afraid of you. "

"BamBam would like my life to be as easy as yours."

"So don't complicate it."

“Brilliant advice. No comment." you fell on your back again "As a child you don't think about the consequences at all"

"The only one who behaves like a child is you!" he raised his voice. You sat down and looked at him flapping your eyelashes. "God, you are so cute, my heart will stop now" he laughed "Let's stop yelling at each other and calm down" he said picking up your phone

“The only one who yells here is you. I can't even put in a word,” you muttered. He took your hand and scanned your fingerprint to unlock it. He quickly dialed something on the phone, after which he returned it to you.

“I save my phone. After you think it over well, I hope you will write me all the same." he got to his feet and lifted you up. He quickly removed the grass from your trousers and looked at you “Stop sitting on the cold ground” he hugged you “I hope you have the courage to dial my number. I like you very much.” He left a kiss on your cheek and went to the exit, leaving you even more confused than you were before.

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One week later

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All week, you couldn't concentrate on your work and ran away, making up urgent meetings for yourself when GOT7 was supposed to come to the office. You looked at your watch and groaned when you saw that it was almost BamBam in the morning. You got up and went to the window looking at the lights of the night city. You smiled because there were two days off ahead of you. You sat down at the table and opened your laptop. Photos of GOT7 flashed on the screen.

You opened a photo of BamBam. For the first time in a week, you allowed yourself to think about him. Fuck why is he so sexy. You lay down on the table without taking your eyes off the screen. You laughed remembering your conversation on the roof, although it was more like not his monologue. You looked at your phone and stood up. You wonder how he save himself? You unlocked your phone and opened your contacts. Your phone had too many unnecessary numbers, you thought as you thumbed through the endless list of contacts. You laughed out loud when you found a contact that you definitely couldn't keep "Forest DJ". You kept laughing as you read the name over and over again. You looked at the screen and said "And you are a joker ..." You shook your head "OMG ... I am already talking with a photo ... I definitely need a rest" you muttered under your breath, turning off your laptop. You packed your things and left the office. You walked down an empty hallway to the elevator. Instead of going down to the parking lot, you went up to the roof. Breathing in fresh air, you looked at the place where you and BamBam were sitting discussing what to do next. That's just yourself you answer that way and could not what to do next. You took your phone out of your pocket and opened BamBam's contact again. You switched to messages and your fingers froze. And what are you going to write to him, you asked yourself skeptically. You looked at the title again and before common sense stops you again you typed and sent him a message

How would you sign me on your phone?

You locked your phone and swore to yourself when saw the time. You completely forgot that it was already the middle of the deep night. Better common sense would have stopped me. Before you could put your phone in your pocket, there was a notification sound and you widened your eyes when you saw who it was from.

How about "Forest Queen" or "Forest Fairy"?

You laughed, the answer definitely pleased you.

I want to be a queen!

Not even a moment passed before you received the answer:

I want to see you!

What for?

What for you write?

I wanted to calm my curiosity

I also want to calm my curiosity!

And what are you so curious about?

I'm curious I'll be glad to see you to death or to madness!

What a strange curiosity!

I am weird!

I already noticed this, forest DJ!

If suddenly, my queen, finds compassion in herself, at this address she can find her loyal subject, who really, really wants to see her!

You looked at the screen and for the hundredth time re-read the address that BamBam dropped for you. You can't be buggy for 15 minutes, right? You looked at the screen again and read YOUR address !!! The only difference was in the apartment number. This is even ironic, you thought.

You went down to the parking lot and drove home. On the way home, you thought that you should have been at home more often. Although if the assistant hasn’t told you anything so far, then the manager is attending meetings instead. You shook your head, driving those thoughts out of your head. You drove into the parking lot and after you parked, walked towards the elevator. You automatically clicked on your floor and when the doors opened, you were left standing inside looking at the button of the floor where BamBam lived. You wondered for a second if you had not lived in this house and would have decided to come to him, how he would explain to the guards his request to let the girl into his apartment in the middle of the night. "So careless," you whispered. Pressing the button to open the door, you left on your floor but stopped unable to take a step after the door closed again. “What are you only thinking, ____! Go home!" You kept mumbling to yourself, gripping the phone tightly in your hand. "Fuck," you turned around and pressed the elevator button. Going inside, you clicked on the BamBam floor before you could change your mind, or, in principle, think about the consequences. You left on his floor and walked towards the desired apartment. You knocked on the door. You didn't want to call on doorbell, hoping that he wouldn't hear and open it.

You heard a noise inside the door and part of you wanted to rush back to the elevator. He threw open the door abruptly and stared at you as if he saw a ghost. "How do you here?" he stood with his mouth open looking at you. He shook his head, trying to collect his thoughts. "Wait ... Just don't say that you ..." He didn't finish the sentence, staring at you with wide eyes. "Waaaaa ... .. and fate is really an evil bitch!" he growled under his breath looking at the floor. He lifted his head to meet your gaze again. “Oh, I'm sorry. Come in! " he took you by the hand pulling you into the apartment. He pulled you into an embrace for which you clearly were not ready, but which you so wanted.

"I just came to calm your curiosity!" you said, breaking free from his embrace

"To death! I am glad to see you to death” he said hugging you again

"Why are you look too alive for someone who is dying!" you answered sarcastically.

“I can die if you want. Do you have somewhere to hide the body? " he smiled broadly.

“And that's true,” you shook your head with a displeased face. “Too much trouble. Just live! "

He squatted down and began to unbutton your leather cutout corset heels, exchanging them for house slippers. "What are you doing?"

“You're not going to wear them all night, are you? It's crazy sexy, of course, but I think your feet need a little rest from those high heels” he said, unbuttoning second one. You turned your head and saw a cat who was watching you with curiosity

"Oh, what is this?"

"Don't tell me that you see a cat for the first time in your life ?!" he raised his head skeptically looking at you.

"I am not talking about that. My assistant said that we can't have animals in our house when I said that I want to buy a kitten."

"Apparently, he said so because he knew that the kitten would be too lonely, because you spend all your time at work!" he mumbled, putting your shoes in his shoe cabinet. He got up and took out his phone, took a photo of your shoes next to his shoes.

“Perhaps I would appear at home more often if someone was waiting for me there,” you chuckled, turning and heading in the direction of a sweet cake that watched your every move. You raised a fluffy ball in your arms, hugging him. You went into the hall and squealed with emotion, stamping your feet when you saw three more cats on the couch sleeping on top of each other. “Cuties” you could not hide your joy, you turned into a little girl who was crazy about cats. You went to the sofa and knelt down, gently stroked every cat that slept so sweetly. You put the fourth cat on the sofa and he joined everyone, lying comfortably next to the sphinx. You took out your phone and took some pictures of these cuties. You put your head on the sofa listening to their purring and sleepy puffs. Your heart was ready to stop from an overabundance of cuteness.

Oh, right, you're not at home! You turned and saw BamBam who was a leaning against the door. His face lit up with a wide smile with which he watched you. You got to your feet regaining your self-control. "Sorry, I think I got carried away"

“If I knew your reaction, I would also say in the forest that I have 4 cats at home. Then you would immediately go to my house. And why didn’t I think about it?” He giggled, and turned on his heels and walked towards the kitchen. "Do you want tea or something stronger?"

“Tea is fine,” you said following him. He turned on the kettle while you sat on the chair. He came up to you and hugged you tightly. "Do you want me to be your cat, to which you will rush home?"

"No, you're not cute"

"Plan B! I'll let you play with my cats if you'll be come home early? " he smiled slyly at you

“Whaaa, you're more cunning than I thought. Using poor cute cats for your own benefit! " you narrowed your eyes skeptically looking at him.

"Did it work?" you smiled broadly

“I'll think about it,” you returned to your chair, looking at the cups he prepared for tea. "Didn't you promise tea?"

“Oh, sure. Tea!" he walked away from you, going around the table to make tea. You took out your phone while checking your mail. “I heard you had two days off.” You looked up at him inquiringly, at which he laughed. “Your assistant said that once you finish the project, you will have a day off at the company.”

“I’ll kill him” you shook your head “Anyway, I’ll be busy, there is a lot of things to sort out and sign. The silence in the office will be good.”

"No!" he abruptly interrupted you

"What do you mean 'no'?"

"No - means a form of negation!" he said sarcastically. “I also have a weekend ahead. Let's spend it together. ”

"I think I was telling you not to complicate the situation."

“Then why did you write to me? "

"I said to calm your curiosity"

"Why then did you come to me?"

“Today I decided to be a white queen. But tomorrow I will turn back into the red queen. "

“I can be your Bandersnatch,” he winked at you.

You fell helplessly on the table “Your reaction to my words is killing me! Can you be serious? "

"What for?"

“What do you mean 'what for'? And just dare to name the definitions of this word! " you pointed your finger at him when he opened his mouth.

"Heck." He slammed the table in disappointment, “You see how well you already know me,” he smiled broadly. “Come on, we'll spend two days together as a couple. We'll be in the same apartment for routine chores, work, music and everything we usually do. If at the end of the weekend you decide not to see me again, I will step back and we will no longer return to this topic" he held out his hand to you to secure the agreement.

Perhaps this is the first time you've seen him serious. "Okay!" you said taking his hand.

"Great! Go get your things! ” he laughed when you looked at him in disbelief. “Well, you don't want me to leave the cute cats alone for two days? They will miss "he looked at you plaintively.

“Oh no, not the cats ...” You shook your head, poor cats, they are not to blame ...

“Go for your stuffs and everything you need in these two days,” he said affectionately to you from the chair. You reached the door and reached for your shoes, but got a slap on your hands. “Leave them where they are! They are my hostages! I don't trust you, woman! They will stay here as a guarantee that you will come back! " he stood in front of the closet with his arms crossed over his chest, posing as a security guard. You rolled your eyes at his behavior.

"Excellent in slippers, I have not yet walked the corridors of the house.” you muttered as you opened the front door.

“Faster, you have half an hour” he slapped you on the ass

You changed into household items and packed your things with a laptop and documents and left the apartment. You went out on his floor and were surprised when he met you at the elevator. He looked at you, smiling broadly, "Are you moving to me at all?" he pointed to a large bag.

“Forget it, you can keep that pair of shoes for yourself,” you said as you turned back towards the elevator.

He took your bag and took you by the hand and led you towards the apartment. "Would you really sacrifice your shoes?" he said, dialing the code for the apartment.

"Do not even hope! This is my favorite pare! ” you went inside and before you could pick up the bag he opened it, examining the contents.

He took out your house slippers and put them in front of you, went to the bathroom. You just had to go after him. He quickly placed your makeup next to his, then carefully folded your towel and laid it on his own. After taking some photos, he went into the bedroom and, opening the wardrobe, quickly put your things next to his, continuing to take photos.

"Why are you taking pictures of everything?" you asked, watching him.

“This is proof of your presence in my life. Suddenly you decide to run away at night, I will know in the morning that it was not a dream ” he smiled broadly when you rolled your eyes at his words.

"Did I already say you're weird?" you came to pick up a bag with a laptop and documents. You went to the living room and sat on the floor next to the sleeping cats. He came to you and took your bag while you were stroking the cat. "Hey, I actually wanted to work."

"Come with me!" he waved his hand towards the room.

You went behind him and smiled as he neatly laid out your things on the table near the sofa. "Here, work here!" said smiled broadly, and sitting down at the table. Apparently he worked until you came, probably for this and did not sleep. You sat on the couch and opened your laptop, you closed it abruptly when the picture of BamBam that you had seen before appeared on the screen. "Is there something wrong?" he asked and looked at you with surprise

"Ah? No, everything is fine" You quickly opened your laptop and closed all programs. You looked at BamBam, who was completely focused on work. You did not even expect that he could look so sexy. You kept looking at him instead of working.

“You seem to be going to work? Or am I distracting you too much? " he turned in your direction with his arms crossed over his chest.

"I work"

“No, you don't. You keep sitting with this folder in your hands just watching me. "

“I'm very busy actually! Do not bother me!" you said quickly looking at the documents. You are completely immersed in work. You stretched out and looked at your watch. What? An hour has passed? You didn't even notice. You looked at BamBam who fell asleep at work. I wonder how often he falls asleep before reaching bed. You got up and came closer to him, the mouse was still in his hand, you reached out and ran through his hair. He moaned and opened his eyes.

"Mmm, I didn't even notice when I fell asleep" he got up from the table, rubbing his eyes.

“Let's go to bed,” you said when he turned his attention back to the screen.

He leaned back in his chair, pulling you into his arms. “I love hearing that from you,” he said, hiding his face in your hair. “I love the way you smell,” he said inhaling your scent. "I love that you are with me" he said, tightening his grip on your body. Your heart was pounding in your chest at his words. Why did he continue to excite your heart. You got up and headed for the exit.

"I'm go in the shower" you said leaving the room. You went into the bedroom and took a nightie from the shelf. You looked at your things that were lying next to his. You smiled remembering how he took photos. You went to the shower quickly washing away the tiredness of a hard day. Apparently you were not the only one who usually went to bed so late. You got out of the shower and wiped your body from the water, put on a nightie. You sat on the tufted bench that stood next to the closet, just at the moment when BamBam went inside.

“I need a shower, too,” he said in a sleepy voice. “Don't kick me out.” He held up his hands. You sat with your back turned, wiping your hair while he undressed. When he went into the shower, you got up and went to the mirror almost laughed when you realized you had the same makeup. You took the tonic and rubbed your face. BamBam came out of the shower, wrap a towel around my waist, too low. You looked at him in reflection, and a wave of desire passed through you, because of his sexy appearance. He quickly dried his hair tossing a towel to the floor.

“And what was that just now? Why do you need a laundry basket" you turned and looked at him reproachfully.

"Sorry" he quickly picked up the towel and threw it into the basket. He came closer kissing you on the shoulder. He took the tonic, rubbing his face too. You stood next to you, continuing to apply the cream on your face. He laughed meeting you in the mirror. "Newlyweds" he chuckled

You turned to him hitting on the hand “What other newlyweds. What are you thinking about! " you turned heading for the exit. He followed you until you entered the bedroom, he went to the closet taking out his underwear. He took off the towel and put on his boxers, making your heart pounding at the sight of his naked body. You climbed onto the bed and crawled under the covers into a comfortable position. You closed your eyes trying not to pay attention to the movements of BamBam who joined you. He hugged you, kissing your hair.

“Good night, baby,” he muttered almost falling asleep. His warmth enveloped you and you yourself did not notice how quickly you fell asleep.

You woke up when the sun's rays filled your bedroom with pleasant light. You opened your eyes and almost squeaked with joy when you saw that your fluffy white bun was sleeping next to your face, with its nose buried in your pillow. You couldn't move, apparently BamBam decided that you were his pillow for sleeping, since he was almost completely lying on you, hiding his face in your hair. His leg was between yours, and his hand was on your buttock. You lowered your eyes and three more cats were sleeping peacefully next to your hip. This is the most perfect morning that could be. You gently reached for the phone and opened the front camera to take a photo. It seems you were in a trap, and how can you get out of it. You turned slightly on your side until BamBam stopped on the other side, raking the entire blanket. You gently got out of bed and went to the door. You turned around and smiled as BamBam muttered something under his breath while hugging the blanket. You closed the door before heading to the bathroom to wash up.

POV BamBam

He rolled over onto his side and ran his hand over the empty space. Did he dream everything? He sat up abruptly in bed, looking around. He did not even notice that at some point he stopped breathing. He was able to inhale only after he saw your phone on the bedside table. "It was not a dream," smiling, he muttered under his breath, falling back on the pillow. He stretched in bed, getting rid of the rest of the sleep. He looked around the room, hmm, and where are all my cats, he thought, getting out of bed. Going into the bathroom quickly washed and brushed his teeth, he went in search of you. He looked into the kitchen and a wide smile spread on his face. You stood washing glasses, and all his cats were lying on the table and watching you. He agreed with them, he wanted to watch this every morning.

“This is the sexiest thing I've ever seen. You wash the dishes in my kitchen. Apparently I'm still sleeping," he said, putting his head on your shoulder. He kissed your neck, covering your belly with his palm, pulling your body closer to his. He ran his other hand along your thigh, lightly touching the edge of your silk nightie. He ran his hand over up your body, hooking the strap with your fingers, he pulled it down from your shoulder, leaving kisses on your skin.

"What are you doing, BamBam?" you asked, frozen with a cup in hand.

“This is my way of saying good morning,” he said, continuing to kiss you. He ran his fingers through your hair, pulling them to one side, opening new places for himself to kiss. He smiled when your skin got goose bumps.

“I'm washing the dishes,” you practically moaned.

“You can continue. Am I distracting you? " he pinned you to the counter and groaned as he rubbed his hard cock against your ass. He hugged you tightly, placing his hand over your breast and squeezing it. The cup slipped out of your hands and you rested your palms on the sink while he continued to kiss and caress your body. He squeezed your nipple with his fingers and you moaned softly. He pulled up the hem of your nightie, exposing your ass. He ran his fingers along your crotch, caressing your clitoris. He kept teasing you with his hands and mouth until your panties were completely wet.

He turned you to face him and lifted you in his arms, sitting on the surface next to the sink. His fingers twisted into your hair when he kissed you. He was going crazy with the desire to be in you. All this time he dreamed about it, I suffer every night from excitement. He had to stop when you took his cock in your hand. It was so nice that he almost cum, from the movement of your fingers along its length. You pushed him away forcing him to lean on the table opposite. You jumped off the table and knelt in front of him. Everything inside him squeezed into a tight knot as you ran your tongue over his cock. He dug his fingers into the countertop so hard they turned white. He moaned loudly and closed his eyes, trying to calm down when you licked his head. It seemed from pleasure that his whole body was pierced with millions of needles, preventing him from taking a breath.

"_______..." He moaned your name as you took his dick completely into your mouth. He was unable to cope with the caress that you gave him. You started to move your head quickly, making his hips tremble. He didn't even notice when his thighs began to move towards your mouth with each thrust. He grabbed your shoulder and squeezed it hard when it exploded inside him and he cum. You continued to fondle him with your tongue, sending spasms through his body. All his muscles were tense and he could not move from the pleasure that fettered him. Your quiet laugh made him open his eyes.

“It was much faster than I thought.” You sat down on the floor laughing, wiping the rest of the sperm off your face. At your words, he blushed.

"I just ... this ..."

"I'm kidding," you said, getting up from the floor. You smiled at him broadly "You endured longer than I thought, considering that you are horny since the night", you went up to him and kissed his bare chest. He grabbed your hand as you headed towards the exit

"Where are you going?" he asked in disbelief

"Into the shower" you giggled "I got a little dirty" you said pointing to your neck and chest which were covered in his cum.

"But you haven't cum"

“I got as much pleasure as you,” you winked as you left the kitchen.

"And you won't take me with you?" he shouted after you. He looked at himself and laughed. He stood in the middle of the kitchen naked and with his boxers down.

"Like a child," you said, returning to the kitchen and taking you to the bathroom. He pushed you against the wall when you entered the bathroom. Desire burned him with renewed vigor. He practically ripped off your nightie, leaving you in only tiny panties. He kissed pressing against you with his whole body. He groaned at the sensation of your tender and hot skin.

He ripped off your panties and lifted your leg, throwing it around his waist. He entered you with a sharp jolt and you screamed tightly squeezing him inside. It kept pushing at you until you took his full length. His cock was enveloped in the hot moisture of your pussy and he could not stop. He wanted more. He did not notice anything around, you tried to move away from him, but he squeezed your waist far away making a hard push. All that matters is your groans of pleasure mixed with his own. Even when your body relaxed in his arms, you were so narrow that he could not hold back a groan pushing inside you.

"Baby, in you is so good," he moaned. He moved away from the wall and laid you on the tufted bench. He covered your nipple with his mouth playing with his tongue. Your back arched towards his caresses and he smiled. He sank down and ran his tongue over your wet folds you moaned loudly lifting your hips. He continued to play with your tongue with your which until your body began to tremble with pleasure. He rested his knee on the tufted bench and with a sharp push entered you to the full length. You squeezed around his penis while he fucked you hard. Your moans drove him crazy, balancers on the verge of orgasm. He moved his hand covering your clit, starting to circle it with his thumb. Your body arched strongly when you cum screaming his name. He growled when you squeezed him hard inside, he did more a few deep thrusts before he pulls away from you. His hand tossed his cock hard as he covered your belly with cum. He practically fell on you powerlessly. His body shivered, from the friction of his sensitive cock on your skin.

"We didn't feed the cats," you whispered as he hugs you

"Are you thinking about cats now?" he looked at you in surprise, lifting his head sharply. He laughed at how cute you looked at that moment.

“It's hard not to think about them when they meow under the door,” you said, smiling broadly

"Here it is, not even half a day has passed and cats are already interfering with our sex life" he pretended to say in a sad voice, looking at you piteously

"Not even half a day has passed and I am completely in your sperm" you looked at him skeptically

"It suits you" he smiled broadly, getting up, and you rolled your eyes. He lifted you to your feet and pushed you towards the shower. He turned on the water and took a washcloth, gently lathering your body with shower gel. Your body trembled from his every movement, he kissed pulling you to his body.

“I have a feeling that we won't get out of the shower until the end of this day,” you said, lowering your eyes to his hard cock.

“I can’t help it, you’re naked and in my arms,” he laughed, hugging you tighter. “You seemed to say you had a lot of work,” he said as you ran your fingers over his waist, teasing him. “You better stop teasing me if you really want to get out of the shower till tonight.” He smiled as you put your hands up and stepped away from him. “Good girl,” he said kissing you on the cheek. He quickly rinsed the remaining foam from your bodies, and turned off the water pulled you outside. He took a large towel quickly wiping you. He walked up in the closet taking out his t-shirts and boxers, he returned to you.

“I have my clothes,” you said looking at him skeptically.

“I want you to wear my clothes,” he said, pulling his shirt over you.

"Do I really have to wear your underwear?" you raised an eyebrow as he crouched down trying to put his boxers on you.

“This is necessary dress code if you want came out from the bathroom. No one can go out if they are not wearing my clothes and underwear." He slapped you on of your hip to finally you lift your leg. It took a lot of effort for him to put you on his underwear.

“You're weird,” you said as you glanced at yourself in the mirror as he dressed. He could swear that at some point you smiled tenderly while looking at his clothes on your body. He didn't ask, because you would deny it anyway.

You returned to the kitchen and after feeding the cats, you began to prepare breakfast. His heart was pounding at how romantic and playful the atmosphere around was. You teased each other, made fun of each other, and laid down kisses. After breakfast you went to the office and everyone to do their work. He didn't even notice how quickly that day flew by. He smiled when he turned his head to your side and saw you sleeping on the table with a pen in your hands, among a heap of papers. It was so cute. He took out his phone and took a photo of you, then he came closer and lifted you in his arms and carried you to the bedroom. He was glad that thanks to the training you were like a feather to him. He covered you with a blanket and turned off the light and joined you. For the first time in a long time, he fell asleep so quickly and had good dreams all night.

When the sun bathed the room he opened his eyes and smiled. You slept on it hugging him. You rolled onto your back and stretched, open your eyes. You sat up abruptly looking around, then looked at him. "It's morning already?" You asked in disbelief

“Good morning to you too,” he smiled lazily.

“I thought I closed my eyes for 5 minutes to take a break from my laptop. How did I end up in bed? "

“I carried you over. It seemed to me that the table was not very comfortable for sleeping," he pulled you into his arms.

Your phone rang and you both turned your head towards the bedside table "Notice, I never got a call during this time" he said smugly stretching out. You stuck out your tongue and answered the call. "Very mature" he whispered with his lips while you were surprised at him

“Good morning” you greeted and after a second completely changed into “What do you mean, are you talking with a cat?” you frowned "Are you drunk?" You asked in disbelief. You abruptly jumped out of bed and ran out of the room. He followed you. He had to cover his mouth with his hand to muffle his laughter when he entered the office and saw Cupcake sitting on the keyboard and carefully examining the screen. You carefully removed the cat from the keyboard, sitting on the floor in front of the table.

"Do you have a cat?" asked a man's voice, and he recognized your assistant's voice. He kept chuckling at the whole situation. But most of all he is amused by your disheveled appearance, which you apparently forgot about.

"What do you want?" You asked trying to distract him

"Did you do the renovation?" asked the assistant and you looked around ordering your eyes.

"Can you stop asking stupid questions?" you said irritably

"I only have two left," he said when you looked at the screen again, "First: Is this a men's T-shirt on you? And second: What the hell is with your hair?" You first looked down at the T-shirt, and then turned your gaze to the screen looking at your reflection. You fell on the table unable to cope with it, while your assistant was laughing.

"I hope you have something urgent!" you growled without looking up

“Could say that. I’m talking about the documents that, I quote: 'if you don’t send me these documents, on which my life depends within 10 minutes, then I will fire you and burn your car'. Apparently you really needed them, but you never read the letter and did not answer anything since the night. I started to worry about this. That's why I called you until the cat answered the call. Apparently in vain I was worried, I'm glad that your life is safe and in a man's T-shirt, even without these documents" He said quickly hung up.

He burst out laughing at the whole situation. He fell to the floor, unable to cope with the laughter, from which his tears fled. You slammed your fist on the table, making him laugh even harder. It seemed you could set the whole house on fire with your rage, but why did you look so cute. “I think I just fell in love with your assistant.” He said, unable to stop laughing loud.

"That is great! Happy life to you together! I will kill him tomorrow, if you don’t stop laughing you will join him!!! ” you got up abruptly and ran out of the room loudly slamming the door. Another wave of laughter covered him. He got up from the floor and stroked Cupcake. “Well done, friend. You should be promoted to secretary. Such an independent boy, already takes calls while his parents are sleeping" he quickly kissed the cat on the nose and went in search of you.

He went back to the bedroom and it took all his strength not to laugh again when he saw you curled up under the blanket in the middle of the bed. He sat down beside you, patting you on the back. “Baby, I don’t think that your assistant will say anything to anyone. So you have nothing to worry about. "

“First, the cat answered the call ... although no, at first I fell asleep while waiting for the documents that I really needed. Then the cat answered the call. Then I sat in front of the camera in a men's T-shirt, with disheveled hair, and obviously clearly I was sit not in my apartment. Yes, really what should I worry about !?" You chuckled after practically growling these words

He hugged you tightly as you tried to break free. “Remember what I told you on the roof. Even if your world collapses and I rebuild it. I don’t think that such a small thing can destroy your world. You built it too well, but believe me, if suddenly something happens, I will do everything for you" he said, continuing to stroke you. You crawled out from under the blanket and his heart sank harder because of your cute appearance. He hugged you, tenderly kissing.

You were in a bad mood all day because of the morning incident, but he worried that tonight his personal fairytale might end forever. He sat next to you, watching you, as you completely immersed yourself in your work, once again turning into a bossy director. He smiled, the image of a gentle and sweet girl with disheveled hair and in his T-shirts, he liked it more. He tried several times to feed you, but after eating a small piece, you went back to work, saying that you didn't really want to eat. No wonder you're so light, he looked at you reproachfully when you left a plate full of food. You looked at your watch and took your bag from while you started packing your things.

"I have to go. I have a meeting in the morning, I can't be late" you said, moving from room to room, collecting all your things, completely erasing your presence from his life. All he had to do was to silently follow you. He himself offered these conditions, it was stupid now. demand from you. Although not so he imagined the end of this weekend. He came up from behind and hugged you tight, not wanting to let go. "Do not go away" he whispered. It seemed his heart was tied with a wire that caused terrible pain.

“I have to go,” you said, your gaze lingering on the shelf with his shoes on which your shoes stood. Your hand hovered over them before taking and placing them with the rest of the things in the bag. “You shouldn't see me off." you said reaching out to the doorknob.

"Will you leave without even hugging me?" he asked holding your hand

You turned to him and put your arms around his waist, squeezing your arms tightly around him. He hugged you, his fingers entwined with your hair. He pulled your hair down, lifting your face to his before kissing. He tried to show all the tenderness, love and desire that he felt at the moment. You pulled away with your head down, taking a step back. You stopped him when he tried to come up by placing your hand on his chest. “Goodbye BamBam” you said before turning around and leaving the apartment. Leaving him alone with his sizzling feelings.

The next day he walked away like a zombie just doing everything the manager asked him to do. He returned home and had been staring at the dark phone screen for several hours, hoping to hypnotize him. He jumped up when the message came. But his smile quickly faded when he saw that it was from his manager. He left the phone on the table and went into the kitchen. He again heard the notification on the phone again, but did not even react, knowing that most likely the manager had sent some other changes to his schedule. After filling himself with water, he took the phone, he wandered into the bedroom. He fell on the bed for several minutes looking at the ceiling. He unlocked the phone and his heart skipped a beat. He jumped to his feet about hiding the message from you.

What do we have for supper today?

A wide smile spread across his face. He fell onto the bed clutching the phone to his chest. It seemed unrealistic. He read the message again. And quickly wrote the answer, sent it.

What does my queen want?

He laughed, closing his eyes. It seems his fairytale has just begun anew ...

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Movie Review | King of New York (Ferrara, 1990)

As both films are violent crime films with drug lords as protagonists, it's hard not to compare King of New York with Scarface. Both films have been sometimes misread as endorsements of their protagonists' actions. Brian De Palma's film paraded symbols of wealth in front of the viewer with the understanding that you can't indict something without depicting it, but renders its main character as a monstrous grotesque with nary any principles to speak of, so that anyone paying attention (especially to the ending), should know that he's the bad guy (something he even calls himself at one point). Abel Ferrara's film is more subtle on this point. As played by Christopher Walken, Frank White is distinguished from his competitors, who are either unrepentant racists, child traffickers or slumlords. ("I never killed anybody that didn't deserve it.") You see, White wants to help the community by using his proceeds to save a hospital in an impoverished neighbourhood. Is this man really all that bad?

Putting aside that his relentless murdering and flooding the community with drugs will likely counteract the good done by the hospital, the movie is pretty clear to the extent he's pushing the same exploitation he claims to be against, staffing his operation with mostly black foot soldiers to do his dirty work. There are two scenes, one in which his troops greet him menacingly in a hotel room before breaking into celebration, and one in which he turns the tables on an attempted mugging in the subway, that pointedly play on white anxieties about being intimidated by black men. When his lead henchman confronts the sole black cop in the movie, the two pointedly exchange racially charged insults, the movie suggests that this systemic racism doesn't exist on just one side of the law. And in presenting the ethnic mix of the different criminal organizations in the movie, Ferrara extends this kind of critique to the city at large.

Ferrara's earlier films were very much set in a pre-clean-up New York, with The Driller Killer, Ms. 45 and Fear City bringing to mind the seedy, crime-ridden atmosphere of the "glory days" of 42nd Street. King of New York is set after that period, and feels like an attempt to grapple with the changing city. As we see White pal around with respectable high society, we suspect that the rot of the city has only been painted over. (White makes a dig at a reporter's sensationalized coverage of him during a friendly dinner, which seeing it now can't help but make me think of the way cable news emboldened a certain political figure while claiming to decry him through breathless, unceasing coverage during his rise.) Yet White is very much a part of the city he's trying to exercise control over, a point driven home by the finale set in both the subway and a traffic jam, the blinking signs representing the cleaner yet comparatively soulless new New York.

When I'd first seen the movie, I noticed the tension between genre movie and "respectable" movie concerns, and having seen more of Ferrara's work since then, the resonance of that tension rings stronger. The movie is certainly stylish, but in an early scene involving a murder of a rival in a green-lit phonebooth, it feels like the movie is killing off the nocturnal neon aesthetic popular in the previous decade, and by extension, the old New York. Much of the lighting of the interior scenes is a less confrontational golden hue, representing perhaps a more respectable form of wealth and status associated with the new vision of the city. The movie's most exciting sequence, an ambush by some off-duty cops taking the law into their own hands, is lit in bold colours that bring to mind the work of Dario Argento, and the horror connection is made explicit when a rival watches Nosferatu.

Are those flourishes just for mood? Maybe, but I think it helps draw attention to White's vampiric qualities in furthering the exploitation he claims to be against. That Walken has a pale demeanour, weird hairdo and strange vocal patterns leads us to believe that he very well could be drinking people's blood (and does so figuratively, if not literally). Of course, with his expensive black suits (something a vampire would likely wear), there's no denying that White looks kind of cool (always in movies, never in real life where you just look like a movie gangster), and the muted luxury of his wardrobe again plays into that cleaned up New York image while drawing a contrast with the louder, flashier wardrobe of Scarface's Tony Montana. De Palma's movie had a tremendous influence on hip hop, and Ferrara tries to force the connection here with the use of Schoolly D's music. The use of "Am I Black Enough For Ya?", a not entirely convincing stab at social conscience undermined by the presence of the early gangsta rap song "Saturday Night", even seems to parallel White's hollow justifications for his actions. The only time the movie bungles this balance is when it has White execute someone at a police funeral and drive away in a limo, which is supposed to demonstrate his impunity but feels like a really lame attempt at badass gangster shit.

Now, as for which film is better? Scarface is somewhere among my favourite films, and as it's the rare movie that operates at 11 for a three-hour runtime, King of New York can't match its ferocity. (Nor does it really try, opting for a moodier approach.) Yet Ferrara executes this with plenty of verve and a little help from a standout cast, particularly a maniacal Laurence Fishburne ("They're for the bullet holes, PU-TA!") and provides a rich portrait of and commentary on a city in flux.

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nyctolovian · 4 years

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Just as Martin was convinced that whoever was outside was gone, he heard something else.

“What was that?” came a voice from under his bed.

Moth!Jon is a monster under Martin’s bed. What more could you ask for?

Day 1-2: meet-cute

TW: animal abuse

Martin thought he had a pretty neat deal when he bought this house.

From the outside, it looked snug and comfortable, which already ticked off some boxes in Martin’s mental checklist. It had been built with tan brick walls and had a hard cracked cement floor. Short and wide windows brightened up the house and had been added to the house in a rather playful pattern.

The price was surprisingly low for a three-room, especially one that apparently came with some furniture left by the previous family. Sure, it was a bit of a wreck—cobwebs everywhere, carpets of dust, junk left from its previous owner, and the walls seemed to be peeling off. But it only needed some repairs and cleaning up.

Just in case though, Martin had asked the estate agent, “Why’s this house selling so cheap?”

With a pleasant smile, Ms Richardson calmly replied, “This property has been on the market for quite some time and I suppose the family just wants to sell it as soon as they can now.”

Martin hummed as he gave the house another once over. “I see…” he said. “So no major problems? Like a termite infestation or… I don’t know, uh, structural damage?“

Her face grew slightly stiff. “Oh! Nothing of that, I assure you.” There was a brush of overemphasis on her words as her grip on her clipboard tightened a miniscule bit. “Just a slightly old house. That’s all there is to it.” Her sunny smile returned with vengeance.

Martin’s mouth opened to ask another question but, from the corner of his eye, he saw something dark flash across the bedroom. He spun around.

Nothing. Just some cobwebs and the bed. He frowned. “Did you… Was that a rat?” Martin asked. “You saw that, right?”

Ms Richardson looked much tenser than a second ago. Still, she maintained her composed demeanor and said, “I don’t think so. I didn’t see anything.”

A sigh escaped Martin. He really wished the estate agent would just be honest with him. If it was just a rat infestation, he just had to set some rat traps. The worst case scenario he could call pest control. It really wasn’t something the estate agent had to lie about. It was still a fairly good deal.

He had visited several other properties that were either in worse condition or beyond his budget. It had been tiring disappointment after tiring disappointment. Honestly, this was the best one he had found so far. This was about as good as things could get with a budget as tight as his, he figured.

Nodding to himself, he turned to Ms Richardson and said, “I’ll take it. Can I sign the papers now?”

The smile of gratification on her face was one that reached her eyes. Hastily, she pulled out the contract and shoved the pen and papers into Martin’s hands. “Just sign over here, here, and… here. … Alright! Now, this house will be all yours,” she said. Her voice had a tone of relief that one might have while ridding oneself of the responsibility of baby-sitting a relative’s annoying toddler.

Martin honestly should have been more wary of this. However, he was overtaken with the sheer giddiness of owning his first house. At the ripe age of 32, but no matter! A milestone was a milestone regardless. He was excited to finally have a house to his name.

As soon as Martin could move in, he dedicated a full weekend cleaning up the house, rearranging some of the furniture and applying some wallpapers to fix the peeling walls. He hadn’t spotted any pests or rats the entire duration. Nonetheless, he placed some mouse and bug traps around the house just to be safe. Then, he moved all his belongings in and settled down comfortably.

Five days living in his new house passed, and surprisingly, Martin ran into no problems. No rats; the neighbours were, well, not lovely, but at least decent; no leakages; the roof didn’t collapse atop him in the middle of the night.

Nothing. Absolutely uneventful.

Things couldn’t be better.

(But it did feel a tad bit empty, living alone.)

***

Bang!

Martin jolted awake. He turned his head and looked towards his door. What was that? There was a downpour outside, and it could have been thunder but he could have sworn the noise came from within his house.

He held his breath. It was pure blood-curdling silence for what felt like hours. Just as Martin was about to pass the sound off as a figment of his imagination, he heard a soft thump outside his door.

His breath hitched.

Oh god. Who was that? Was it a burglar? Was it a serial killer?

Martin’s mind ran through every scenario like a video on 10 times playback speed, and every single one of them ended with him being brutally murdered. Slowly, making as little noise as possible, he pulled his sheets closer to himself.

The crack of light under his door shifted with movement.

His heart leapt to his throat and he choked on it. Martin lay as still as he could.

Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.

Something was there. Right outside his door. It wasn’t locked.

Shadows under the door gap shifted languidly, morphing in and out of the stream of light. Finally, it shifted away.

He stayed in bed, quivering, as the thumps continued within the living room. At last, the noises stopped. But Martin kept his eyes and ears peeled for any movement. But nothing happened for at least fifteen minutes.

Just as Martin was convinced that whoever was outside was gone, he heard something again.

“What was that?” came a voice from under his bed.

Martin strangled a cry of sheer terror. He hurled himself as far as he could from the bed. He was about to open the door but fear of whoever was possibly still outside petrified him.

Tears were streaming down his cheeks at this point as he stared at his bed. Something moved.

Oh, Jesus Christ. Something shifted under his bed.

Then, it crawled out.

And whatever crawled out wasn’t human.

Its shape was all wrong. There were too many appendages and what looked like half-a-metre-long antennas. As the dark figure rose from the floor, Martin recoiled. Something large on the monster’s back shivered erratically for a few seconds before pressing itself to the side of its torso. It bent its body towards him, but Martin could tell that if it stood at its full height, it would be several heads taller than him, and Martin was not a short man. The only thing he could discern in the dark were the monster’s eyes as they made contact with his. They were a pair bright glowing green orbs that pierced through the darkness and into Martin unrelentingly.

His chest was bursting at the seams with pain at how fast his heart was racing. He was going to die. Either from slaughter by this monster, or from a heart attack.

The monster spoke again, “I— This— I…” One of its spindly legs a step towards Martin.

Like cornered prey, he scurried as far as he could without running straight to the serial killer outside his door. “Don’t come any closer!” he hissed, backing to a corner of the room. “I’ve got a… I’ve got a…” His hand hit something that clattered against the wardrobe and he immediately grabbed and brandished it in front of him.

A clothing hanger. It was as good a weapon as any at this point.

“I’ve got a weapon!” Martin threatened, every limb trembling pathetically.

The monster took a step back. “I, uh, I didn’t mean to startle you.” It held its four upper limbs out in a placating manner. “I truly mean no harm,” it whispered.

“You’re going to kill me!” Martin swung his makeshift weapon through the air in front of him.

“No, no! I…” The monster retracted its limbs. “I don't— I’m not going—”

Thump!

The noise from the door sent the both of them scrambling to the other corner of the room. The monster huddled close to Martin and if it weren’t for the second threat outside, he would have screamed bloody murder. Martin could feel a soft fuzz against his cheek as the monster crowded towards Martin.

“They’re not gone!” it whispered panickedly, tugging his shirt sleeve. “What do we do?”

Roughly, Martin brushed the monster’s hand aside. “We?! Since when was there a ‘we’? You were about to kill me a second ago!”

“Was not!”

“Was too!”

Another thump interrupted their squabble.

The two froze to the spot, breaths held.

“Y-you’re the one with the weapon,” the monster said, pressing itself closer against the wall. “You should go.”

“No, it’s just a clothing hanger,” he said. “You’re way scarier. You go!”

“But I—”

“You can use my weapon. Here, take it,” Martin said, shoving the clothes hanger into one of the monster’s numerous limbs. When it took ahold of the hanger, he gave the monster a shove towards the door.

It stumbled forward on its too long limbs, body hunched inward. It crept to the door and placed its hand on the knob. Slowly, gently, silently, the monster turned the doorknob and pulled the door open by a tiny fraction. Martin’s fingers pressed apprehensively to his lips without him realising as it stood rigidly still at the door for four seconds.

The thing draped over its back quivered once or twice before it slipped through the thin crack of the door.

There was about five seconds of silence, which were far too long for Martin to handle already. So he quietly moved towards the door and peered out through the tiny gap. He couldn’t see the monster anymore, but neither could he see anyone else.

He was about to head out when he heard a loud bang and the monster shouting in shock. His legs rocketed him back towards his previous corner in a split second. His heart jackrabbit-ing and his tears of fear renewed.

“Oh, good lord,” he heard the monster go.

Which was a strange thing to hear a monster say, first of all. But, also, there was a curl of relief in its voice, delight even. So either Martin was safe, or there were two monsters that could kill him in his house now.

A quick scan across the room revealed nothing Martin could use as a weapon now and his clothing hanger was with the monster.

Great.

Chewing his lip, he bounced between leaping out through his window and charging through the living room. He just paid for the house and he wasn’t keen on giving it up to a couple of monsters! But, rationally, he also knew dying for a house wasn’t quite worth it.

Before he could come to a decision, however, the door creaked open further. In popped the monster from before, cradling something in his arms. Its two other unoccupied arms were excitedly flailing and pointing at the shivering mound it was carrying.

“It was a cat!” it said euphorically, voice trembling ever-so-slightly. Gently, it bent down further and let the cat in its arms hop off.

Martin stared.

The cat was a small thing, probably not fully grown yet. Its fur looked slightly wet and it was quivering from the cold. In the dark, he couldn’t make out the colour of its short fur, but its yellow eyes were adorably round and curious. Lithely, it twisted to look at Martin and then at the monster, before looking back at Martin again. Then, it began to paw at the chair and pushed a bag on the floor, making it fall with a soft fwump.

“I think it’s hungry,” the monster said.

That snapped Martin out of his stupor. “And cold.” He looked up at it expectantly. “Uh, what do cats eat? I don’t have much. Do you think canned tuna would work?”

“I… I think so? Maybe? I-I don’t know.”

“Um… okay. We’ll just have to settle for that then,” he said, heading out.

Martin came back with a plate of scooped-out tuna to a rather strange sight. Squatting and wrapping its two lower arms around his knees, the monster stroked the cat from head to back. The cat let out a content little mewl at the attention, and the monster’s eyes practically glued to the little creature.

Crouching down, Martin placed the plate on the floor and pushed it towards the cat. Loudly, it mewed and bounded towards the food. Without hesitation, it dug right in, tail high in the air with joy. He and the monster watched it as it scoffed down the food. When it was done, it yawned and then shook itself.

“I should get a towel.”

The monster hummed. “Yeah,” it said softly, glowing green eyes never quite leaving the feline that was settling onto the floor now.

Martin stood up. “Can I turn the lights on?” he asked. “To, um, get the towel.”

The monster shifted nervously. “Uh, sure,” it said. “If… If you need to.”

“You’re not going to kill me after I see you in light, right?”

“Heh, no, I won’t. You helped the cat after all.”

“Alright then.” Martin said. He pulled the pull cord to his ceiling lights and the room was bathed in bright yellow light.

He was blinded for a second but judging by the way the monster ducked his head under its black spindly arms for a little longer and shut its eyes, it was more sensitive to the change than him.

Under the light, Martin could see it better now, and the first thing that struck him was that it was much fluffier than he had imagined. The entire body, including the length of its four arms and two legs, were covered in thick short black fuzz. At its neck, however, its fur grew much thicker, and it was practically a scarf of the softest-looking light brown fur. And it wore a thick brown coat over its back. What he didn’t expect was how… vaguely human the monster looked. Aside from the number and the fuzz, its limbs looked human. A mop of grey hair cascaded to its shoulders, with a pair of feelers drooping down to frame his face. The skin on its face was a gentle earthly shade of brown and its eyebrows were thick and bold. Then, its eyelids fluttered open and revealed the ethereally lovely pair of eyes.

Peridots gazed up at Martin and shivered with movement in the light. His breath caught on his throat at the sight.

A shiver passed over the brown coat draped over its back and Martin realised with a start that it wasn’t a coat. They were large brown patterned wings, folded neatly behind it. Moth wings.

“Are you mothman?” Martin blurted.

The way the monster’s eyes lit up was the only indication of its amusement because it didn’t seem to have a mouth. Then, without a mouth, it spoke, “No, not quite.” Its hand moved animatedly. “Yes, I’m, well, a moth, but not a man. And no, not exactly mothman.”

“I-I see,” Martin said, simultaneously unnerved and fascinated by the creature before him. “Well, then, uh… I’ll grab the towel.”

He opened the wardrobe and rummaged through it for his softest clean towel, which he passed to the monster.

With a curt nod, it took the towel and gingerly lifted the cat up by its belly and placed it on top of the towel. Then, it wrapped the cat like a tiny burrito and laid it on the floor as carefully as it could. The little thing yawned and its eyes slowly slid shut.

“It’s sleepy,” the monster offered in commentary. It reached a hand over and began to stroke the cat again.

As the two of them watched the cat doze off, Martin found himself at a loss for words, so he reached for the most familiar set of words. “I’m Martin Blackwood by the way. Um… He/Him pronouns.” Then, for god-knows-what reason, he added, “I’m human.”

The monster’s shoulders shook lightly with a chuckle. “Jon. Uh… Whatever pronouns… I guess, he/him as well. And, well, eldritch moth horror."

"Jon?” Martin repeated. “That’s much more normal than I would have expected.”

“Yeah… My full name is Jonarathimusius Simmsoniumon."

Martin’s jaw dropped. "Piss off! There’s no way that’s a real— You made that one up on the spot.”

“I did not.”

“Alright, but that means you came up with that name at some point in your life and that’s incredibly questionable behaviour.”

Jon folded his arms. “I’ll have you know, I didn’t come up with my name. I was just… born with it?”

“What, so you just—” Martin let his jaw hang as he flailed his arms about to find the words “—popped into existence and just knew your full name?”

“That’s exactly right actually,” Jon replied. If he had a mouth, he’d have the most shit-eating grin on his face.

“How does that even work? How did you even come into being? I just… I have so many questions."

There was a slight frown on Jon’s face. He pressed a finger to his chin. "Honestly, I really don’t know much myself. I just woke up one day and I just… knew things.”

“How did you… become born? I mean, humans, we have to do…”

“Things, yes,” he said, the disgust in his voice signalling he knew what Martin was getting at and didn’t wish to entertain the thought any further.

“Things,” he repeated. “I just want to know is there some sort of… monster-creating god. A witch? Or some monster factory?”

Jon’s eyebrows slid up. “Monster factory?”

“Oh, shut up. How the hell would I know?” Martin pouted.

“Monsters are a manifestation of, well, other being’s emotions and beliefs. If there is enough fear and horror in something, a being will simply just… come into existence, I suppose. There isn’t some sort of order that I’m privy to unfortunately."

"Huh,” Martin said, sitting on his bed. “And where did you come from?”

“Uh…” Jon curled up tighter around himself. “There was a kid who lived here. Jude Perry was her name. She, well, she loved…”

“She loved moths?”

“Burning, burning moths.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. She enjoyed pinching moths by their wings and slowly burning them at a candle. I was a manifestation of… the moths’ fears.”

“That's…” Martin frowned. “That’s awful.”

Jon leaned his head against his knees. “Yeah. I woke up in the living room of this house, where she was burning the moths, and when she saw me… Let’s just say the moths never had their vengeance because the family quickly moved right out.”

Martin winced. “Would you have?”

“Hm?” Jon blinked.

“Would you have taken vengeance? Given the chance?”

“I… I don’t know,” Jon said. “I gave her quite a scare already when I emerged in her bedroom. But… vengeance per se, I’m unsure. I came into existence as a result of the moths’ fears… not rage. We’re far too timid to hold enough anger to manifest a monster through it.”

“So you’re the reason why this house was so cheap."

"I, well,” he let out a chuckle, “I suppose I am.”

“Are you bound to this house or something?”

“Hm? Oh, no,” he shook his head, causing his feelers to sway gently in front of him. “I can leave whenever. But I just… I don’t know where I could go. I’ve only ever known this place and wherever I look it’s just lit streets after lit streets. I… don’t think I will do too well out there. Especially if I get spotted.”

“Can’t you fly?”

Jon let out a sigh and leaned back slightly. “My wings are fairly useless to be honest. It can’t hold my weight. I can perhaps hover a metre above the ground but not much else if I’m honest.” else.”

“Right,” Martin murmured. Jon was rather large. It would take a lot to lift him off the ground. “That's… That’s quite sad."

The two of them watched the tiny creature swaddled in towel sleep, its body rising and falling with its warm slumber.

“Hey,” Martin said, breaking the silence. He reached for his phone on his bedside table. "I could— um, I could search for the quickest and safest route to wherever you want. I-If you want.”

The wings on Jon’s back fluttered lightly and iridescent green eyes wide with surprise. “You would?”

“Anywhere you want to go,” Martin said, smiling reassuringly.

Jon’s hands curled into animated fists as he shuffled closer to Martin on his other arms and leaned over his shoulder.

Martin pulled out Google Maps and zoomed out for an overview of the area. “Where do you want to go?”

“I want—” Jon’s fists fell slowly to his side as he stared blankly at the phone screen. “I… I actually don’t know.”

“There’s a forest nearby.”

Jon’s face scrunched up slightly. “That sounds awful. Especially with this downpour.”

“Hm… An abandoned car park maybe?”

Hesitance flickered over Jon’s peridot eyes and his wings pressed a little closer to his body.

“No?”

“I… I don’t think so.” He looked down at his knees. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be!” Martin said. “Take your time.”

Just then, the snoozing cat let out a little mewl, and its paws stretched upwards and waved in the air. Jon practically melted into a puddle and he cooed softly and leaned forward to take in the adorable sight.

“Or,” Martin cleared his throat nervously. “I mean… Um… I don’t know. Maybe… I might need some help with cat-sitting. If… If you’re okay with that.” His hands shot up. “Only if you want! No pressure! I… I really don’t mind!”

The moth monster’s eyes lit up and his feelers lifted slightly in what looked like glee. As though suddenly remembering himself, he ducked his head sheepishly and muttered, “I… I would like that. Actually.”

Martin felt heat slowly fill his cheeks and he found himself looking away as well. How ridiculous, he thought to himself. But he couldn’t deny the little flutter in his heart when he imagined what it might feel like, not being so lonely anymore.

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tres-spades-hotel · 3 years

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The Adventures of Avaline

Chapter 2 – Responsibilities

When I return to the throne room, I see two little children.

‘Hello!’ The boy who shows me a bright smile is Altair, the child messenger of the Department of Punishments.

‘Are the new goddess?’ The girl with pink hair I instantly recognise as Vega, the child messenger of the Department of Wishes. I smile at their adorableness.

‘Yes, I am. My name is Avaline. I’m the Goddess of Destiny.’ I bow in a graceful manner and their eyes shine.

‘Wow! It’s really nice to meet you!’ Vega says. I squat down to their height to speak with them easier.

‘It’s nice to meet the both of you too! What are you doing here?’ I ask.

‘His Highness asked us to show you to your room. Please follow us!’

‘Haha, okay thank you!’ They both grab my hands and I follow the children out of the throne room.

They’re such little bundles of joy! Plus their excitement is contagious. I’m actually excited to be here and start working. Since I was human, I’d like to think that I’m more mindful of how humans work. Hopefully, this will work to my advantage. Although, I’ve never heard of the Department of Souls before. It must be an important Department though if it’s dealing with souls.

The stories say that human souls enter into a rebirth cycle so human souls are reborn after a certain amount of time. It’s how the MC was reborn from Clotho. I wonder what kind of department it is and what kinds of gods and goddess I’ll encounter.

This is my life now I’ll just have to own it.

We arrive at a pair of doors with golden handles.

‘Here we are! This is your room. Now we actually have to go, we have a ton of work to do.’ Vega says in a dejected voice. I go down to their level.

‘That’s okay you two. Just promise me that we’ll see each other again to play, okay?’ Their eyes sparkle at my warm words.

‘Yes!’ They both shout out and hug me tightly before running off in opposite directions. So cute!

I stare at the doors for a moment, wondering what is inside. But I take a deep breath and push the doors open.

Inside is a large room. The chamber has two levels but it seems to be angled so that the bottom floor is larger than the top level. The floor itself is a mahogany colour. As I step inside, the doors behind me close automatically. When I look back I see two wall-bookcases either side of the doors. I wonder if the King knows how much I love books. I am, or was, an Aquarius.

Turning around, I walk further into my room. On my left is a large couch with two single chairs either side and a large coffee table. In the middle of the room is the reflecting pool that I will now have to use. I wonder if I can use the reflecting pool for work too. I look into the pool and see a group of people in a village. They’re grooming some horses. I smile at the scene when suddenly a pair of children run around the horses, seeming to be having fun. The scene disappears and a new one shows up of a couple working in a farm. It seems that their adult children are helping them tend to the plants. Everyone is in very old-fashioned clothing and I don’t see any tractors or farming equipment which reconfirms that this Earth is very far back in the past.

I stand up and look around some more. Either side of the reflecting pool are two sets of short, curved staircases. Under the stairs are more bookshelves which makes me squeal in delight. Can you tell how much I love books? I go up the left staircase and see a large bed below a big window. On my left is a cupboard with a desk placed perfectly in the middle. I’ll definitely be spending a lot of time here. There are bedside tables and a long wardrobe on the right which is where I catch a glimpse of my reflection.

I nearly jump back when I see myself. I walk over slowly to my reflection who looks as confused as I feel. All of the changes I felt on my body, I see in front of me. But what shocks me the most, is the face that I see. I feel my fingers slowly stroke the skin on my face. It’s the same face I had as a human. It sems as if my features have changed slightly though but I can’t quite put my finger on it. I spin in front of the mirror and feel myself smiling. I’m really alive. A goddess, but alive. I won’t age, I won’t die – probably – I’ll always be me. I just hope I don’t lose who I am inside. The human I am is still here and she is always here to stay.

That’s when I notice my eyes. On closer inspection, the stars shine bright almost in the shape of sun, with a circle and triangular shapes jutting out of it. But what bewilders me is the fact that the stars are moving. They move as if in water and occasional fit into the same sun shape. Are they meant to do that? Actually, didn’t Leon look confused when he saw my eyes? Where they moving at the time?

Turning away from the mirror, I flop backwards onto the bed. The ceiling has two golden chandeliers similar to those in the hallways. Thinking about being a goddess means that I have powers. Which means I can snap my fingers and make anything appear?

Sitting up at the prospect, I close my eyes and lift my right hand in the air. I think of the object that I want and SNAP. I feel a small object plop onto my lap and open my eyes. A little lion teddy has appeared and I smile uncontrollably.

‘Oh my god, it actually worked!’ I lift up the lion like a baby and marvel at its softness and cuteness. The lion is just like teddies I used to have when I was a kid.

‘Lion, I name thee…. Leo!’ It’s not very imaginative but I’ll take it. I hug the lion, squeezing it tight. Flopping back down I decide to sleep for a little while with Leo at my side.

The next day, I open my doors to a little girl who is not Vega. She has lavender hair and a little flower crown that is lopsided.

‘Oh, hello there.’ I say, crouching down to meet her height.

‘Hello Lady Avaline! My name is Lilac and I am the messenger of the Department of Souls. Lady Evelyn has told me to bring you to the office. Are you ready to go?’ She seems to be much younger than Vega and Altair but I smile at her politeness. My hands correct the crown on her head only to realise that it doesn’t fit very well. I frown.

‘This crown is a bit too big for you Lilac.’

‘Yes, I’m still really small but I’ll grow into it eventually! I joined the Department of Souls recently so I still have a few years to grow.’ She explains. I pat her head and hold out my hand.

‘Well then, shall we go?’ She looks at my hand uncertainly but she puts her little hand into mine.

‘Everyone is very busy at the moment preparing for Lord Leon’s ordination ceremony today.’ Lilac tells me as a group of gods pass by with paperwork.

‘Sounds intense. I hope everything goes well.’ I respond.

‘It will! He’s going to become the Chief Minister of the Department of Wishes.’

‘Really? The Wishes are probably going to have their hands full in the future.’ I say with a smile. Lilac looks up at me.

‘What do you mean?’

‘Haha, don’t worry about it. Let’s get going, hm?’ Lilac points out where the other departments are and the different rooms as well.

‘So here is the ballroom where lots of big parties are held. All the goddess’ look so pretty in their gowns. Sometimes the King likes to have competitions too.’ I scrunch up my face.

‘What do you mean competitions?’

‘Sometimes everyone has to vote for the best couple, best dressed, best ballroom dancer and so on. He likes to hold competitions in general though.’

‘Oh, I see.’

‘Over there is the Punishments. At the Department of Souls, we work closely with them because when a lot of humans die at the same time it causes a backlog of paperwork for us. So we work with the Punishments in order to prevent as much death as possible.’

‘Is that what the department does? Dealing with human souls?’ I ask, bewildered.

‘Yes. At the same time, we work with the Wishes because we also control which souls are reborn on Earth and these souls have to be good, not evil or had done bad things. But that job is mostly for higher up gods like Lady Evelyn and Lady Ria.’ She says.

‘Lady Ria?’

‘Oh, you’ll meet her right now! Here we are!’ We finally made it to the Souls office which seems to be in a small corner of the Palace. The doors are large like the others but it has a more silver tint in the light. There is a pair of statues holding long rods on either side of the doors.

‘What are these? They look so strong.’ I say attempting to touch one when the eyes immediately open.

‘Ah!’ I say startled and jump back.

‘Thank you milady for the compliment. We are guards of the Department of Souls, created by the Chief Minister Evelyn.’ I look down at Lilac who nods in confirmation.

‘Lady Evelyn will explain everything! Hurry, let’s go!’ The guards open the door and Lilac eagerly pulls me inside.

The office is large, similar to the throne room, with elongated stain-glass windows at the back. The room is bustling with activity when we enter. There are desks which are curved in rows all the way to the back. As we walk in, gods and goddess’ look at me curiously, some even giving a polite smile and nod. When I look down to say something to Lilac, I see a large flower pattern on the floor. It’s an English rose but instead of pink, it is golden.

‘Oh wow! It’s beautiful.’ I exclaim and Lilac jumps up and down on one of the petals.

‘Isn’t it? I love to jump from one petal to the other when I’m not working!’ She giggles excitedly and I laugh along with her. But when I step on a petal as well, it lights up. I step back shocked.

‘Why did it do that?’ I ask Lilac.

‘That is because the Soul System is responding to your power.’ A different voice echoes, silencing everyone. I look up to the voice standing behind a large desk on an elevated platform. Behind is a map of Earth but not as I know it.

‘You must be Avaline, the Goddess of Destiny. His Highness has told me of you. Welcome to the Department of Souls.’ An almost elderly looking woman stands up. She wears a white dress and a shawl wrapped around her. Despite her age, I guess, she has perfect features but also has a hint of proudness and maturity to her. She steps down from the platform and holds her arms out in greeting.

‘Oh, thank you, you must be Lady Evelyn?’ I ask nervously. She has a powerful aura around her, like Leon and Zyglavis. She definitely is the Chief Minister.

Evelyn smiles warmly at me.

‘Yes, it is I. We’re very lucky to have such a powerful goddess here in Souls.’

‘Powerful?’

Evelyn address’ her subordinates.

‘His Highness has deemed her the most powerful goddess in the Heavens. I’m sure you can all feel it.’ Isn’t that the same thing I heard some of the gods whispering yesterday? And why did she say it in such a proud tone? We don’t even know each other?

‘Um…’ As I look around nervously, everyone scrutinises me closely. I can’t tell if I’m being judged in a bad way or not, that I feel more intimidated by the second.

‘Lady Avaline over here is Lady Ria. She is the Apprentice of Souls. It’s sort of like a Vice-Minister title.’ The goddess, Ria, seems also quite mature. She wears her deep black hair back in a tight ponytail, extenuating her facial features. Unlike Lady Evelyn, she ears a black suite attire with the sleeves rolled up. A gold choker with a symbol on a pendant is the only jewellery she wears.

‘Hello, it’s nice to meet you.’ I bow slightly to the almost stoic woman. Ria narrows her eyes and nods at me. Does she not like me?

‘Avaline here will be working with us in the department. I expect an excellent work ethic from you, dear.’ She says, patting me on the shoulder.

‘Um, thank you. I’ll do my best!’ I try to say enthusiastically but I feel more nervous.

‘Remember everyone, today is Lord Leon’s ordination ceremony. Finish as much work as you can to prevent backlog. I think we deserve a break so all work can wait until tomorrow.’ Lady Evelyn says. Everyone gets back to work, looking over documents.

She turns to me.

‘Now Avaline, this is our main office. Over on the left is a reflecting pool room which we use to see the humans. Our work in the department is very important. Every document and file is a single human’s life from the second they are born to the second their heart stops beating. We decide whether the human’s soul deserves a ‘second chance’ and can enter the Soul System.’ She explains.

‘The Soul System? Lilac mentioned that.’

‘Yes, only I as the Chief Minister can summon it. Ria also can because she is my Apprentice. I cannot show you now, but the Soul System is the globe with rings around it. Each ring is a tier with souls floating on it. Each soul is different and requires different things. It is the cycle of rebirth itself.’

‘This sounds very complicated.’ I whisper but she catches it.

‘Yes it is. But it will become second nature to you. As my subordinate, it is your duty to decides whether a soul can be reborn. I will check some of these but not all. Since you’re new, I will check your work to make sure you’re on the right track. We don’t want any evil souls being reborn on Earth.’

‘What happens to the ones that don’t get reborn?’

‘They get sent to the Underworld.’ She replies.

‘Anyway, Lilac will give you your paperwork. Have a look before the ceremony starts. Sit with Ria in the throne room.’ Lady Evelyn says and sits back at her desk.

‘Follow me, your desk is next to mine.’ Ria walks over to the desk closest to Lady Evelyn. Beside it is a clean desk with a stack of documents.

After some time, the office begins to empty as gods and goddess’ leave to get ready for the ceremony. Lady Evelyn snaps her fingers and changes Ria and I’s outfits to gowns. Ria wears a navy blue figure-hugging gown with one strap on it. There is a slit up the side too to reveal her leg. I wear a strapless pastel orange gown with three-quarter length sleeves. The bodice hugs my chest while the rest slightly balloons out.

I follow Ria to the throne room which is lively with gods and goddess’ attempting to get the best seat for the ceremony. The front is filled with those who are high ranking in the Department of Wishes, Punishments and Souls. Ria spares no second in marching her way to her seat.

‘Hey, wait up!’ I shout out, scrambling to follow behind her. She walks confidently and doesn’t look at anyone. I can tell her grumpy attitude is displeasing as many get out of her path pretty quickly. We sit down at the very front with a few other gods from Souls who give a nod of greeting. I lean towards Ria.

‘Why am I sitting at the front? I’m not high ranking. Am I?’ She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms and legs.

‘You’re not since you are inexperienced. But Lady Evelyn wanted you to see the ceremony up close. Besides, you’re a Souls now. And the Souls is enough of a title to make you high ranking above all the other departments.’ She says the last part in a smug tone.

‘Is the Department of Souls really that important?’ She glares at me.

‘Of course! We deal with life and death every day. You can’t say the same for the other departments in the Heavens. Not even Punishments deal with that kind of thing.’ She sighs when she sees a look of exasperation on my face.

‘It takes a special kind of god or goddess to work in the Department of Souls. Unlike bigger departments like Wishes and Punishments, we value quality. Not quantity. That’s why we’re such a small department compared to the rest. Every subordinate is important. Our decisions decide what kind of humans live on Earth. You’re here because the King sees potential in you.’ Ria takes a breath and leans back on her chair.

‘You’re really proud of who you are, huh?’ I say to the air. Ria only huffs.

‘Just don’t screw up is my advice. And go to Evelyn if you need assistance.’

‘Right. I promise.’ I turn my sight to the King’s throne when I see somebody’s eyes already staring my way.

Leon sits lazily in his seat, but his gaze is as alert as ever. His eyes are concentrated on me, as if I just became his next prey. I feel my face flush under his intense gaze. No doubt, he’s thinking I’m weird or strange after what happened in the church. I look away for a moment but when I look back, he’s still looking at me! His eyes take in my gown too, making me feel like I’m a piece of meat laid out for him to take a bite.

I don’t know what to do so I hesitantly smile at him. The next thing I know he’s smirking at me as if I just got up and started dancing around like a clown. I feel my lips pull down into a frown and suddenly I’m pouting. His smirk gets even wider as he watches me pull annoyed faces. I catch myself giggle at this strange conversation we seem to be having. He rests his chin on the palm of his hand, observing me intently. I wonder what he’s thinking?

Suddenly, a hand ready to snap enters my vision and I blink, turning to see Ria with a questioning look on her face.

‘What are you staring at?’ She asks, raising her eyebrow.

‘Nothing! I was just… admiring the throne room! It’s beautiful, isn’t it?’ I respond quickly and she just as quickly rolls her eyes at me.

‘Don’t tell you you’re also infatuated with that Wild Lion.’ She says with disbelief.

‘Infatuated? Me? No! Of course not!’ Looking at each other as I tell a sweet lie causes us to burst out in giggles.

‘Um, I mean, it’s not like that. Anyway, isn’t everyone charmed by Lord Leon?’ I ask and she chuckles darkly.

‘Everyone is but me. I don’t see the attraction. He didn’t work to get the position he’s getting today. He was practically born into it.’

‘Oh, I understand what you mean. He comes from an elite family right?’ I ask, turning back to see Leon still staring at me!

‘He does. Plus he’s the most powerful god next to the King so a large title is befitting for him. Unlike you.’ I turn back to Ria.

‘What do you mean?’

‘You’re the most powerful goddess next to the King. Don’t you think you need a big title like him?’ She gestures with her chin to Leon.

‘I’m not experienced enough for that kind of thing. I’m ready for such a big responsibility. I’d rather do what I can for the humans rather than stress over titles or statuses.’ Ria raises her eyebrow almost in shock.

‘What? Did I say something weird?’

‘No. It’s just, many goddess’ would say the opposite. I… I don’t know many goddess’ in general but to hear you say that is strange.’

‘Thanks.’ I say.

‘I believe in working hard to gain a status that is most deserving of the work you put in, in the first place.’

‘That sounds like a god… we know. So… who is attractive to you?’ I elbow her in a wink-wink-nudge-nudge gesture and she shakes me off.

‘Even if I had an attraction to a god, I wouldn’t tell it to you.’ She huffs away from, crossing her arms.

‘Well, Lord Zyglavis is pretty hard working. Isn’t he?’ I say.

‘Of course he is. But don’t think I’m attracted to him. I respect him. There’s a difference.’ I burst out laughing.

‘What?!’

‘You’re so cute.’ She blushes intensely at my comment.

‘Be quiet! It’s about to start!’

I sit still, stifling my giggles.

‘When the ceremony is over, I’ll help you get started on your paperwork.’

My eyes widen as I look over to see Ria smiling ever so slightly. To gain the approval of the Apprentice of Souls is an extreme achievement. Maybe there’s more to Lady Ria’s stern, grumpy side.

The King appears to officiate the ceremony. I watch Lady Evelyn stand beside him. I lean in to whisper to Ria.

‘Why is she standing there?’

‘To put the crown on his head. Now shush!’

Leon saunters up to the King. Lady Evelyn smiles sweetly at him and places the crown on his head.

Afterwards, everyone gathers in the ballroom, congratulating Leon on becoming the Chief Minister of Wishes. The ballroom looks exactly like the one in SCM with chandeliers and a large stage area for speeches and performances. There are different levels and raised platforms, creating a larger space for everyone who lives in the Palace.

I almost wish I could take it all in without being hounded.

‘Lady Avaline, you’re looking very beautiful. Are you sure you do not want a god such as I by your side?’

‘No, really thank you. I’m sure that there are other goddess’ who are more deserving of your attention.’ I try to placate a god who has been attempting to sweep me away.

‘You jest I’m certain. I mean, who wouldn’t want such a powerful goddess by their side? You’re aura is beautifully frightening.’ He attempts to take a strand of my hair when Ria comes to my rescue.

‘Have you no shame? Your lover is staring daggers at you. And you wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of her… might.’ She takes my arm and drags me away quickly but I could tell the god had tensed up.

‘Thank you! I didn’t know how to get him to leave me alone.’

‘You need to be more aggressive with gods like him. If you don’t put your foot down fast, they’ll follow you forever.’ I cringe when the music changes.

‘Oh, what’s happening?’

‘A group of goddess’ put together a dance for Lord Leon and the King. Let’s stand over here where you don’t get in the way.’ She pulls me to the side.

‘Hey!’

‘Hello.’

‘You’re so mean.’

‘Thank you, that’s the first time you’ve complimented in the last few hours since we’ve met.’ She smirks at me, having more fun teasing me than the party we’re at.

I puff out my cheeks when she puts a glass of champagne in my face.

‘Drink. It’ll make you feel in the party mood.’

‘I’m pretty sure I’ll be as grumpy as you when I’m done with this glass.’

‘What did you say!?’

‘Nothing!’

A large group of goddess’ are adorned with sparkling jewels and they dance like professionals. They match the beat and the rhythm of the music perfectly that it’s hard not to begin clapping along. Suddenly, they start pulling in gods in the crowd to dance with them. Some of the elder gods shyly refuse but the younger ones seem to be ready to dance the night away. Everyone is having lots of fun.

Suddenly, the music dies down and the King appears on the stage.

‘This is an auspicious occasion, for a new Department Minister is born. However, that is not the only reason we are celebrating today. A new goddess joins us in this wonderful event. Her ability and power alone has made you all curious, no doubt.’ At those words, everyone knows exactly who he is talking about. Many of whom even turn to look my way.

‘Everyone please welcome Avaline, the Goddess of Destiny to the Palace.’ Clapping echoes across the ballroom and I feel my body temperature rise rapidly at the attention. I bow slightly and send a smile to everyone I see.

‘To commemorate this extraordinary day, the new Department Minister and the new goddess will dance together.’ Murmurs and gasps travel through the crowd like a wave in the sea.

I have to dance … with Leon?!

I’m hit lightly with a shoulder. Ria motions for me to move since everyone is looking at me now. I nod and turn to the centre when a hand is held out in front of me.

‘Well? What are you waiting for?’

Leon stands before me, confident as ever. I’m not bad at ballroom dancing but if I mess up, it will be humiliating not only for me, but for him to.

Hesitantly, I place my hand in Leon’s who immediately pulls me towards him and places his hand on my waist. He guides me to the centre of the ballroom with all eyes on us. Our eyes never leave each other’s. Suddenly, everyone doesn’t matter anymore. Only he does.

#star crossed myth #scm #scm leon #god of leo #star crossed myth leon #the adventures of avaline #self insert

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