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adoregojo · 3 months

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1967 ➡︎ isagi.y x reader

IM ALIVE!! YAHOOOOO!! btw i have an exam in a few hours, and here where my sudden passion for writing comes back. anyone enjoy this isagi x reader fic here. btw readers gender is unmentioned.

something was always missing from isagi yoichi's life.

the symbolizes dull blue man remains in his place, examining the disgustingly rich guests passing him with the priceless cologne reeking to his lungs and everywhere making it impossible to ignore and trying to not block his nose holes was a challenge itself.

it was in the fact that he didn't want to be here, the urge to isolate himself eventually loses against his duty. being a man, a soldier who was protecting nothing but the greediest class poor excuse of a human beings.

Isagi would've like to say he was one of hundreds who excepted this job, but he wasn't unfortunately. more like he was pushed into it so his so called comrades could take a free ride out of their job.

he let out a breath, it was just to guard the gate until the show ends, right? he'll just go with the flow for now. like he always does.

half of the shows were ridiculous if you ask him, what was so funny about a man beaming his loathing into dark jokes, isagi could never get the rich humor, not like he ever wanted to. he was sure half of these laughs were focused on and he couldn't find it in himself to even spare a smile.

the other display was a musical performance, a tribute by a group of people spreading imitation melody his ears were abhorrent by. this song was so dusty he couldn't believe that some actually clapped for that. affluent were easy to impress, he guessed.

and for the end and final play was about to begin, and finally he'll be done with this crap and leave this stump of a place. go to the bar and have a drink or two will do that,,

there he could see a somone who was he could guess in is age on the stag peeking nervously behind the curtain, clung to it for your dear life. he couldn't get a good picture out of you nor your face before the show started,,

you took a deep breath in and out, something you do every time to keep yourself at bare minimum of sanity. peeping through wouldn't hurt, but it hits so hard how countless of people were there caused you sudden stomach aches.

the worst part that all of them came out obviously disinterested! not even paring down a glance to the stag you were gonna stand up at in the next six minutes. you were in you twenties and feeling this anxious should've been in the past, well guess old habits die hard.

you told yourself that your were here to give off a show that non of these cheap moneybags that'll never escape one's mind.

even if you felt your soul leaving your body as you step out to everyone's eyes judging from your body to your face and appearance whole, fighting the urge to melt out of humiliation was strong yet you were far capable.

it was now or never.

a dose of confidence washed over you as the music played, it was meant to be a soothing melody that made the audience feel the pure emotion out of every movement you made.

this was your life, to dance. not for others, but for yourself. humans were nothing but just the witnesses to your purpose of existence. this is where you felt alive, closing your eyes to the endless void that grasped you tightly than any other creature could.

guiding the tips of your feet in it meant placement of the dance, where the gravity is losing against you and floating was viable. where no one could tell you what to do with the occult place you rot into.

let them see since that'll be the only thing they can do.

this wasn't like anything isagi saw.

it was not about the music, the audience, it was about the person who managed to take his heart and soul to their performances. every movement made his heart swirling in endless fondness.

he couldn't take his overset eyes off, he couldn't find it in his heart to even blink 'cause if he did so he'll miss it and it'll end before he knows. the depths of his obscure soul felt pure something you only feel when you watch people on the big screen yet it lifted your heart to it.

isagi's mind doesn't process the fact that the melody was long gone and echoing sounds of clapping and cheering were unheard, this is where the world, the universe itself were at a halt.

you raised up from your bowed state. something called, it was begging you to turn around and spare it a glance. and you did unintentionally, there you were meet by the most beautiful set of an eyes adoring you ceaselessly.

you were sweaty and definitely had a few flying out of place locks, but that man tenderly gaze embracing you says otherwise. out of all those people, out of them all he outshined them.

yet the locked eye contact doesn't last, it had to end before you had any chance to talk to him. to even approach him before being dragged out.

well, isagi did end up at the bar he wanted to be in. and it didn't feel this empty before. caressing the glass of hallway wine with his thumb, until he sees his sad reflection on then persuades to hide his face in his arm's elbow. he looked like an old man grieving over his youth. and most of all he felt hopeless.

isagi was mostly selfless, putting others needs over his. but this one time he felt like this is what he needed the most, what his heart yearns for and you were taken away from him in a brief second.

maybe if he wasn't so damn busy memorized he would've managed to move his legs instead of rotting in his place while watching you go.

and what the worst of this all was the so little chance of meeting you again was making him go insane! and above all you were gifted and so, so dazzling and isagi was just.. him. a guy that was way beyond where you stood, just watching you should be a blessing itself.

but that wasn't it, this feeling of deep despair all he wanted was to run back to the stage and look for you. this weirdly strange passionate about someone he just saw was foreign.

all this thinking was making him a madman, ruffling his hair in frustration.

"need a company? looking a bit lonely."

a bit taken aback, isagi's shifted towards the voice. oh, oh. oh fuck, it was you.

he could faint right here and now.

you could faint right here and now.

shit- you couldn't get a grip on approaching the guy, the same guy that you kept thinking about all day living in your head rent free. you were real smooth with your words, weren't?

to be surprise, the man was quite popular. being one of the famous men in his squad, and basically a man of a noble while you were just you, a dancer who travels around the world to achieve your dream.

you figured his name was isagi, isagi yoichi. you burned that name over your head. trying not to call him by his name, to try it out sliding down your mouth. but he would definitely see you as a creep, especially for looking around asking about him.

meeting him again had to be a miracle itself, at first you didn't even want to take a step towards his path. but seeing his drink his sadness away, and deep down you felt if you don't take a step he'll float away forever.

and now he was was sitting there while staring at you aimlessly, did you say something? a bit seconds before he finally spoke. "oh- yeah, i mean sure if y'know, you wanted to. no pressure." isagi stuttered.

you sent him a pleasant smile before taking a seat beside him, as you asked for a cocktail. the heavy feelings of the isagi's eyes pouring on you like he could believe you were actually there. you were glad that the man wasn't drunk yet.

"drinking a lot tonight, huh?" you said, dragging him back out of whatever dreamy place he was in. just then he quickly fixed his posture, it was cute, you thought. he looked like a dork as he cleared his throat.

"i think this is my last one." isagi says, pushing away the glass to get potty over you instead. "um, your performance. it was.. amazing."

"glad you like it, you also did a good job in guarding me." you laughed a bit, it a nervous one since this man words held so much more of a meaning in them you just couldn't handle such words as a little of red creeped into your cheeks.

"psh, it was nothing worth mentioning. i was just standing there while you were, just so breathtaking."

"really?"

"really, really. I couldn't stop staring." isagi cooed, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully. his eyes remained away from you as he said these words, he really hoped they sounded genuine as he felt and not come out as a creep. to his surprise he heard you chuckling, and if it wasn't the loveliest thing his ears are hearing.

"you're just so charming aren't you, isagi?" you didn't even realise the name slipping out, it felt so natural like you were the innate one to chime it.

isagi eyes widen, your rhythmical voice flow which captivate his emphasis of a soul over you. this spark swirling around his entrails making his breaths at halt. when did he become such a nervous wreck? yesterday it was isagi history of spurning the slightest hints of getting in a relationship, due for him finding it difficult to let his feelings flow freely. and the missing flicker was now found by someone who spoke his name once, and he couldn't find his heart to stop pounding so rapidly.

"you know my name?" he somehow managed to let out despite the regarding fact the air ran out from his lungs, yet it came out breathlessly.

you rolled your eyes playfully, "you're kind of popular around here so it wasn't so difficult to find out." said you, twirling the straw of your decayed cocktail, you glance back to see the man huffing a small laugh. he utterly and completely handsome with that carefree smile that you felt like a teenager girl with her silly crush.

"and it's, yn. if you were interested." you added.

if he was interested? like hell he is, the man was down on his knees if that meant getting to know you. fuck, he was so interested that he could drain his soul for you to tell him everything you please. but truthfully, putting a name to such a pretty face felt like a piece of puzzle was getting connected to it perfect place.

"interested? i am honoured i must say, miss yn." isagi had no idea he had this kind of sappy side within him, especially when he made you giggle coyly, and all he can feel is his heart racing. what was he? a teenage boy going all giddy with his crush? he blamed you for making him feel this young again, and damn if it didn't feel good to feel this bloom once again.

and before you even realise it, it was time to end this bright moment. peeking at the clock, you had another show tomorrow and it hits you like a rock. isagi had his own magic to make time go by the blue. standing up slowly you faced the face of a confused man, "i must take my leave. i have a show tomorrow night, and it was lovely talking to you isagi yoichi."

part of you felt dumb, the man was probably just lonely and he'll soon forget about by the day. as much as loving you felt next to him, you were no mind reader to see how he truly felt. you wished you weren't so bad with these things, especially when the wave was telling you that the man ahead of you was a man of a name. how could all your confidence wash away with a small tear of thought.

you could feel the disappointment taking over the soldier's face, as if his face was begging you to stay longer even for a brief second. you were gonna give in, but honestly, would he have approached you if the roles were reversed?

you didn't even let the man finish his sentence before walking fast out of the bar, suddenly the air was suffocating and you took a deep breath. and here it was again, the black void sky hinted by the stars with the moon outshining it. a wave of air hits you making you shrivel, perhaps it was the cold, perhaps it was the shallow you felt.

you wished would turn around and see him, running after you. but what did you expect from this, were your standards truly that high? you were a traveler, you shouldn't connect your heart with anyone's. soon you'll be leaving and be left heartbroken just like every other person did.

what now? you were just standing in the middle of a bar, cold and shivering. that was stupid, you should just go home and get drunk to sleep.

"wait! lady yn!"

you falter at the voice of isagi, did he actually came? were you imagining this? turning around, and in fact you weren't imagining a thing. it was actually isagi huffing and puffing for air, he actually ran all the way here, he ran after you. with his hands on his knees. a last breath before he met your eyes, and all you could think was how his eyes could take over the sky itself.

for a while he just stood there awkwardly, like he doesn't even know why he ran here. before he took off his black coat, taking a hesitation steps towards you. gently warping it around your body, the man handled you so steadily like a you were made of glass he could break by any wrong move.

you grip on the warm fabric, it was slightly bigger than you and so, so balmy. it felt like a hug. you glance back at the man who was staring instantly at you, you felt hot under his strange gaze, like he was eating you whole. you couldn't help but shrinking yourself. quickly he jolted back to his usual self, coughing there and there trying to hide his embarrassment.

"it's cold outside, take this to keep you warm." said isagi, avoiding your face with all costs. you nodded your head. trying to calm your raging heart.

you watch as isagi take a final breath, like he finally decided to what to say next. "um, if you like. i could be your guardian at your next show. whatever it is, I'll be there by your side." he spoke firmly, this time he stood bravely. like a boy confessing his feelings.

you don't know why but you found yourself laughing, laughing so hard you had to cover your mouth. this is what you wished for, the one you waited to follow you whatever you go is standing right in there. a one that'll held on to you for the everlasting. your wish to perform with your most loved one by your side was no longer a beyond reach dream but a meant destiny.

"you have to take me out to dinner first, mister isagi yoichi."

you see as a beam draw it way to isagi's face, you spoke the words he couldn't. he took your hand in his gloved once, it was a perception fit, the missing piece of puzzle, pressing his lips lovingly against your cold knuckles, "only if you wouldn't run away this time, miss yn ln." he chuckled.

and here where your life was completed

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ramblingoak · 9 months

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Oooh for the kiss prompts - “shut up (affectionately)” with Secondo. Maybe he admits he has a crush and his partner just keeps doing the “haha yooooou like meeeee” thing and he finds it adorable

I love this idea! Soft Secondo having issues expressing his emotions...yes, please.

Shut Up I secondo x gn!reader

~ Secondo had been avoiding you for weeks now and you were desperate to find out why ~

(gender neutral reader, angst followed by fluff, sfw just some swearing, 2,100 words)

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“Why do you look like you’re in pain?”

Secondo ignored your question but you could see him clenching his jaw even harder. The poor man was going to crack his teeth at this rate. He’d barely even looked at you since you’d arrived at the ballet, which was infuriating considering the outfit you were wearing. It was new and expensive and just shy of being too revealing. Everyone's heads had turned when they had seen you in it.

Everyone but Secondo’s.

It had been a trend the last few weeks, him ignoring you. At first you thought you had done something wrong, but he had been insistent that you had not. Those reassurances were the only words he had really been speaking to you though. Secondo had been working later and later each day and it was to the point you didn’t even try to stay up. After you had fallen asleep he’d sneak into the room, the room you had been sharing with him for months now, and would be gone by the time you woke up.

Anytime you attempted to track him down he’d always have a reason to leave the room. A meeting, a phone call, a trip to town…his excuses were endless. You’d finally resorted to trying one of his brothers, but Primo remained locked in his greenhouse and Copia was so busy with tour prep no one would let you see him. That left you with Terzo, but anytime you managed to find him Omega would haul him away for one reason or another.

At this point you were expecting the worst, that Secondo no longer wanted to be with you. You wished he would just come out and say it though. Not drag things on and embarrass you constantly. He even sent one of his ghouls to invite you to the ballet with him! You had debated on telling him no, because it wasn’t going to be an enjoyable night with him ignoring you the whole time. Plus you couldn’t help but wonder that maybe he was giving you one last night of fun before he broke the news.

But instead of wallowing in your room and avoiding him you decided to just go. The ballet would be a nice distraction and hopefully if he did decide to break things off he’d wait till you were in the car and headed back to the abbey. It would also give you a chance to do yourself up and show him what he would be missing. It was finally time to wear the revenge outfit that had been shoved in the back of your closet. You were determined to make him regret giving you up.

Now here you both were in Secondo’s private box. The balcony had the best view of the stage and privacy curtains along the sides. A nice little hidden space to enjoy the show and when either one of you were in the mood, each other. That definitely wasn’t going to happen tonight. Secondo had been mostly silent the whole ride and had only offered clipped words when you did ask him anything. Now halfway through the performance all he was doing was sitting there clenching his teeth and digging his fingers into the arms of the chair. You were determined to remain silent yourself until you saw sweat beading along his brow and you decided enough was enough.

“Secondo, please. You’ve been acting so strange, I need to know what’s going on.” After he still wouldn’t look your way you sighed. You felt so defeated right now. You were going to lose the man you loved. Taking a deep breath you grabbed your small bag and stood up. “Alright, if that’s how you’re going to be then I’m done. It’s not fair to me for you to treat me like this.”

You started to move around your chair and head to the door, but his hand reached out and clutched your elbow to stop you.

“No, please stay.” When all you did was raise an eyebrow at him he seemed to deflate. “Sit down so I can explain.”

Reluctantly you dropped back into your chair. Secondo looked out at the dancers once again, not saying anything for several minutes.

“Secondo you have thirty seconds to tell me what the fuck is going on.”

The clenching was back and he balled his hands up into fists on his legs. You watched as he opened and closed his mouth a few times, but nothing came out. No apologies, no explanations…nothing. Fuck this. Once again you stood up, jabbing a finger in his direction when he turned startled eyes on you.

“Ok fine, you want to be this way? Well let me help you. Let me say what you’re thinking because I obviously have the bigger balls in this relationship. Former relationship.”

“Former?”

“Yes, Secondo! Former!” A muffled shushing sound came from the balcony to your right so you quickly lowered your voice. “I know you’ve been trying to break up with me for weeks now. It’s so obvious. So I’m going to be the bigger person and do it for you. Thank you for ignoring and humiliating me for weeks, the gossip mill will be talking about this for ages.”

“Former?!”

“That’s what I fucking said you emotionally stunted bag of dicks!” More shushing from around you, but they would just have to fucking deal with it. You weren’t done with Papa. “If you don’t love me, fine. But I loved you, I’ve loved you for so long, the least you could have done was break things off gently. I never expected you to be this cruel.”

You groaned and reached up to wipe away the tears that had started to fall. Secondo was looking at you with a dumbfounded expression on his face, one that you had never seen before. Probably the first time in his life he’d been the one dumped. Good. You moved around your chair again, desperate to get away from him, but once more his hand on your arm stopped you.

“Secondo let me go, please.”

“No, I need you to look at me.”

“I don’t want to look at your stupid face.”

“Tesoro, per favore.”

Your own teeth clenched at his nickname for you, but you turned and looked at him. Secondo slowly rose from his chair and you nervously looked him up and down. Your heart ached at how handsome he looked. A deep green three piece suit with a black silk shirt underneath. No paint tonight, so you were able to study his face and then finally you worked up the courage to look into his eyes.

One a beautiful green and one a stark white, both gazing at you with such affection you wanted to cry.

“Secondo, what is going on?

“Ti amo.”

Everything seemed to stop around you, including your breathing. Did he…did he really just say that he loved you? His hands reached out for yours and he leaned down to drop kisses across your knuckles. As his words continued to sink in you started shaking your head. No, no there was no way he could. Especially after how he’d been acting. You tried to tug your hands away, but his grip was firm.

“If you love me, why have you been acting like an asshole for weeks now?”

He flinched and hung his head for a moment. Around you the audience began to clap and you heard the music swell as a new scene in the ballet began.

“Tesoro, my darling, I am…not good with emotions. You know this, si?”

“It was the first thing I learned about you.”

Secondo snorted lightly, shaking his head as he met your eyes again.

“My feelings for you have been getting stronger and stronger for months now. It was an odd sensation, tesoro. I haven’t felt this way about anyone I’ve been with. Ever.” He took a steadying breath before he continued. “I went to my brothers for advice, but that was…”

“A mistake. Secondo, your brothers are idiots.”

That got a bark of laughter out of him and you rolled your eyes when another shush was sent your way.

“Si, si they are. They did try to help me though, in their own way. Primo suggested a moonlight picnic in his gardens. Copia offered to train one of his rats to bring you a message.” You both chuckled at that, Copia had way more faith in his rats abilities than anyone else did. “It was Terzo that suggested bringing you here.”

“And not a single person suggested just telling me?”

“No tesoro, they all suggested that.”

“Then why didn’t you listen?! I’ve been worried sick this whole time about what was going on in your head, about what you were going to do!” There was a light knock to the door of your balcony and you knew it was probably an usher there to complain about the noise. You might as well just let Secondo have it if you were about to get kicked out anyway. “Is it so hard to tell me you love me?”

“No, it isn’t and I will tell you as many times as you want me to from now on.”

“Then I don’t understand what the issue was.”

“Tesoro, mio amore, the issue was there was something else I wanted to talk to you about.”

You looked at him, waiting for him to continue, your heart racing wildly at this point. Secondo looked down at the floor right when the door behind you opened. You turned to see an irritated usher stomping your way and you looked back at Secondo to see what he was going to do, but Secondo wasn’t where you left him a few seconds ago.

The man you loved was on his knees before you.

“Secondo?”

You ignored the usher behind you, unable to take your eyes of Secondo as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. When he held it up you started to tremble, not really believing what you were seeing. Not even a few minutes ago you had been prepared to walk away from him forever and now that’s what he wanted to give you.

“Tesoro, I am a stubborn, grouchy, spoiled old man. I a–”

“Emotionally stunted.”

“What?”

“You forgot ‘emotionally stunted’.”

He let out an aggravated sigh but nodded and you grinned down at him.

“Si, fine. I am emotionally stunted. But I am here before you now, asking and willing to beg for your forgiveness.” He opened the little box and your mouth fell open at the ring. Ignoring his smug smile you tentatively reached out and touched it. An emerald of the deepest green was set in between two sparkling black gems. When you met his eyes again you knew he could see the tears gathering in yours once more. “I am here to ask for eternity with you.”

“That seems like a long time.”

“It does, si. But I think we’ll survive it together.” He rose up from his knees with a grunt, throwing a glare at the usher that was still behind you both. Secondo pulled the ring out of the box and reached for your hand, resting it right on the tip of your finger. “Will you marry me, tesoro? Even though I’m stubborn and grouchy?”

“Yes! Of cour–”

“Even though I’m spoiled?”

“I said ye—”

“Even though I’m emotiona–” You shut Secondo up with your lips, pressing your body against the front of his. The kiss was slow and sensual, his tongue entering your mouth quickly to flick against your own. You felt him slide the ring down your finger after a few moments and you slowly moved away. He sucked your lower lip between his teeth and lightly scraped it as you pulled it out. “Even though I’m emotionally stunted?”

“Shut up, I already said yes.”

You looked down to admire the ring, watching as it sparkled in the lights of the auditorium. Marriage. To Secondo! You were having a hard time wrapping your brain around everything that had happened tonight, in the last few minutes even! It seemed like a dream and you leaned against his chest never wanting it to end. A throat being cleared behind you startled you out of your thoughts and you turned around to see the usher that was still there.

“Congratulations to you both. Now get out.”

Secondo snorted against you and gave your hand a squeeze. When you looked back up at him he was smiling, a smile that he reserved just for you.

“Well amore, are you ready to leave with your stubborn, grouchy and spoiled fiancé?”

“Don't forget emotionally stunted.” Secondo growled and rolled his eyes but you just giggled and leaned up to kiss him again. “Of course I am. Now shut up so we can go home.”

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dmitriene · 7 months

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ᴛᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴘᴜᴘᴘʏ.

❝ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 ❞ 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦2 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘹 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳.

❝ 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 ❞ 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘱𝘱.

❝ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ❞ 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵, 𝘴𝘶𝘣 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯, 𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴.

❝𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦❞ 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

Being the director of a prestigious company was challenging, but it came with a unique sense of power and control.

Your days were often filled with meetings, endless paperwork, and the responsibility of leading a large team.

However, under your professional appearance you had a secret desire that few people knew about.

You were drawn to the world of dominance and submission, and finding someone who shared your preferences and desires was not an easy task.

One day, during a short break at the office, you decided to browse a dating app created specifically for people with similar interests.

As you scrolled through the profiles, your heart skipped a beat when you came across a familiar pair of bright blue eyes.

It was Leon Kennedy — a young, handsome man with that innocent blue gaze that could melt anyone's heart, he was a diligent employee of the company, although relatively new.

At first you couldn't believe your eyes, thinking that Leon might have mixed up his dating apps by mistake or that someone was playing a joke on him — but when you looked at another photo on his profile, your surprise grew.

The photo showed his neck and collarbones adorned with small moles, but even more intriguingly, a blue collar with an adorable «good boy» inscription and a matching blue bone charm.

You knew you couldn't miss this opportunity.

Later in the evening, you sent him a message asking him to come to your office and help with some work matters.

When the appointed time arrived, Leon walked into your office and met your gaze for a moment, his shy demeanor was habitually evident and you knew he had no idea what was in store for him.

You instructed him to close the curtains on the transparent walls of your office, citing the need to examine something.

Leon readily completed the task, but as soon as he finished, he was called to your side and without hesitation, he complied, clearly not understanding what was happening.

His eyes widened in surprise and embarrassment when he saw his dating app profile on your computer screen

— «Leon» you began in a soft but authoritative voice — «Do you recognize the person in this profile?» you pointed at the dating app profile displayed on your computer screen.

He began to stutter, apologizing and making excuses, his cheeks flushed with guilt — «I… I didn't want you to see it» Leon muttered in a trembling voice.

You leaned closer, your voice was full of power — «And why's that, Leon? Were you trying to hide something from me?»

Leon's gaze slid between your eyes and the screen and he swallowed loudly — «No.. not really… i just… i didn't know you were into that kind of thing»

A sly smile played on your lips as you reached out and tugged on his tie, pulling him closer until he was forced to kneel in front of you.

Your hands gently squeezed his shoulders, coaxing a submissive whine and confusion from him.

— «Leon, there's a lot you don't know about me» you purred, drawing patterns on his collar with your fingers — «But now, that you've seen it, there's no going back»

Leon nervously clenched his knees and the fabric of his trousers, looking down with a mixture of shame and anticipation as more apologies poured from his lips, trying to justify his actions, but you silenced him by gently lifting his chin with your finger.

You stroked his cheek, your touch soothing, and whispered that he had nothing to be afraid of.

— «Leon» you said in a firm but reassuring voice — «You don't have to apologize, you were just looking for your owner, weren't you?»

Leon's eyes sparkled with realization and he nodded, his cheeks turning redder, to which you smiled warmly at him and continued to stroke his hair as if he were your beloved pet.

— «Such a good boy» you cooed and your voice was full of love — «You've been trying so hard to find me.. why don't you become my puppy instead of searching in this app with no guarantee that you'll find the right person?»

You continued to stroke his hair, running your fingers through the soft strands as you watched his transformation unfold before you, his face grazing slightly against your arm.

Leon had just volunteered himself to you, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of power and desire flow through your veins.

— «Good, good boy» you purred, rewarding him with your love and approval — «Now you belong to me»

The air in your office was saturated with unspoken desire, and you continued to stroke and praise him.

As the director of the company, you continued to carry out your duties with the same dedication, but now you had something even more valuable — a loyal and devoted puppy who knelt before you, eager to obey your every command.

And for Leon, he found not just an owner, but a real partner who valued him as the obedient and loving «good boy» that he was.

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(Based on a combo of someone else’s story somewhere on tumblr and an experience I had at a performance of Twelfth Night several years ago)

Normally, Hob wouldn’t be caught dead at a Shakespeare performance, even if it was at the Globe Theater itself. But thanks to a bet or a bribe or something, tonight he’s found himself attending a production of Hamlet.

Things are looking up though when the titular character appears; the actor, Morpheus Endless, is gorgeous in a bit of a haunting way, perfect for the brooding Prince of Denmark. And when he enters, before he even says his first line, “Hamlet” sweeps his eyes over the audience… and clearly does an interested double-take when his gaze lands on Hob.

Well then.

Morpheus is an excellent actor, and his performance alone might be enough to change Hob’s opinion on Hamlet (though not the rest of Shakespeare!). But whenever possible, he is frequently glancing over at Hob, and every time his looks are heated and intense—it almost doesn’t even appear to be breaking character at all, save for the fact that it’s always in Hob’s direction.

By the end of the show, Hob is already trying to work out the quickest route from his seat to the stage door (also wondering if it was presumptuous if he detoured to buy a congratulatory bouquet at the flower stall he saw on his way in next to the entrance, or if it’d be too great a risk of getting stuck in line and end up missing his chance). But then during the curtain call, someone brings out a bunch of red roses, and though it’s unclear who starts it, a brief little game begins of the cast tossing the roses out into the audience and the audience tossing the roses back onto the stage, rinse and repeat until the cast finally ends it and head offstage. In the midst of this, when Morpheus gets his hands on a rose he immediately tosses it to Hob, and upon seeing Hob catch it, he gives him a small devastating smile and lightly blows him a kiss before exiting.

Well then. Hob just thought he needed to fuck this man, but now clearly he needs to take him out on a date as well (and possibly marry him afterwards, depending on his opinions on Elizabethan drama beyond Shakespeare).

And that’s the meet-cute story of how Hob and Morpheus first met, having sex in Morpheus’ dressing room and then going out for a pint afterwards, talking until the early hours of the morning (then heading back to one of their apartments to have sex again).

And from then on, whenever Hob starts in on one of his Shakespeare rants, his husband Morpheus never fails to tease him about his soft spot for Hamlet.

-🪽anon

I love the idea of them being immediately and equally slutty + starstruck for each other!! Hob definitely has to reevaluate some of his prejudices (he prefers a good, bloody revenge tragedy - Hamlet is usually far too namby-pamby for his taste, but in this case... at least he's HOT).

Morpheus honestly wasnt expecting the hot guy with the gorgeous eyes from the audience to come and find him. He doesn't usually get that lucky with the guys he fancies. But Hob (and isn't that quite the name!) is even hotter when he gets closer, tugging shyly on his ear and congratulating Morpheus on his performance. He ends up getting on his knees for Morpheus right there in the dressing room and giving him the most spectacular congratulatory blowjob in the history of blowjobs. Morpheus has definitely never struck lucky like this before.

Of course, there has to be a catch. Morpheus discovers later that Hob thinks that John Webster was a better playwright than Shakespeare?! Obviously Morpheus has no choice but to educate him on the finer points of good tragedy. They stay at the pub until closing, arguing fondly and sipping on the (quite delicious) Shakespeare themed cocktail. Hob doesn't seem to be letting go of his wrong opinions, but his arm around Morpheus’s waist is enough to make up for it. Hob finally takes him home, lays him out on his sheets, and proceeds to make him cum so hard his legs are still shaking at the matinee performance the next day.

By mutual agreement, there is no drama, Elizabethan or otherwise, at their wedding. Despite Desire's best efforts...!

#🪽 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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heartfullofleeches · 2 years

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Oc-tober Day One – Carnival

Yandere Show Host – Host

Word count: 1.1k

Warning: dereality and scopophobia

You wake to the sound of fanfare.

Opening your eyes; lanterns on hand crafted posts line the path before you. Red and black flags tie them to one another, leading down to an archway at the end of the road. A welcome banner hangs over the entrance; letters printed in bold white spelling out its message.

“Welcome to the Carnival.”

From the entryway’s mouth, you can make out the distant roar of more lanterns. The silhouettes of people shuffle around the fairgrounds, and a sweet, yet savory smell wafts through the air. Caramel popcorn? You look around. Beyond the lamp posts lie grooves of trees with no clear end. Behind you was an empty street and nothing more – endless fog swallowing any Illumination that draws near.

With a clear understanding of your surroundings, your head throbs. You don’t remember what this place is, or how you got here. Trying to think about anything other than knock off carnival toys made your brain hurt. The calm winds suddenly pick up, ushering you in the direction you knew you were meant to go.

You proceed onward. With each step, it feels like the posts were slowly closing in on you; their bulbs of light wide eyes staring you down. Watching your every move. You cast the thought from your head, and they return back to position. Reaches the gates; you don’t recall them even being there in the first place. A mid chest bar blocks you from entering. You look around for someone to help you, then for a lower bar to jump over. Somewhere along the way your eyes wander back up to the banner.

“Enjoy your stay.”

“Ticket!”

You turn towards the source of the query. A ticket booth appeared to the side of the gate; an outstretched hand calling for the ticket in yours. You glance at the red piece of paper. Ringmaster's Carnival Entry Ticket: Admin Only One. That’s right. You were going to the carnival today. Right?- You hand over your ticket.

“Thank you. We here at the Ringmaster’s Grand Carnival hope you enjoy your prolonged stay. Have a fantastic time, Y/n.” The hand retracts behind its curtain; red sleeve cut from the same fabric as it.

The gates swing open and you march on through. The difference in sound quality makes you feel like your head had been submerged in water. Circus music blades from speakers around the park. Laughter and screams from other attendees surrounds you, but you don’t actually see another soul. Their outlines are there; a man offering cotton candy to a couple, someone winning a prize, but when you try to focus on the image of them. You try to walk up to someone, but the simple vanish from sight the closer you get. A cup and some spare tokens are left at a game booth. You pick up the cup. It’s lemonade from what you can tell.

You knock one of the coins off the table as you grab the drink. It rolls across the table and into the leg of the balloon dart board. You jump as all the balloons pop; a voice from nowhere declaring you a winner as a large stuffed elephant falls from its prize hook. You quickly move on.

The smells of various fair foods hits your nose as you walk by their respective tents. Rides flicker to life as you cross near their lines. The carnival revolves around you as if you’re some sort of living battery. It was unnerving.

Suddenly, as you pass the threshold between two candy cane colored poles towards the empty part of the park – all the lights go out. The music drags to a crawl then silence. A yellow light breathes to life before you. A monumental circus tent makes itself visible with each flicker of Illumination. Scratched as the speaker record feed; a voice booms from the shadows.

“Gracious park goer! Please make your way to the main tent. The show is just about to begin.”

You do as told; strolling up to the tents curtain and peering through its opening. An unseen force shoves you inside. The tent was big on the outside, but flat out massive in. Red and white stripes ran down its walls; flags altering the colors overhead. Empty beaches surround the outer layer of the ring; separated from it by a wall decorated with black ribbon. The ring itself is a smooth wooden surface with a stand in the middle of it; a shooting star etched over its face. The figure atop it taps the side of it with a cane as stage lights center; appearing from thin air as many things had tonight.

“Gentlefolk and valued guest. Welcome, welcome. Come one, come only one, to the show we have in store.”

The pompous voice comes from a man of ample height and an even higher ego. He was dressed in a red tail coat; the breast area dyed black and trimmed with yellow stitching. The vest was held together with golden latches and buttoned around his lower abdomen to show the white shirt beneath. He wore black pants and a top hat; the head wear obscuring the view of the upper half of his face – grey hair dangling from under the rim. There was something familiar about the wide, perpetual grin on his face – and the mic in hand.

“H…ho-"

“Ah, ah, ah! I’m not sure what was going to leave that pretty mouth of yourself, but please refer to me as Ringmaster. Your host for this evening.” He nods his head as if giving you a wink.

Ringmaster snaps his fingers, the lights on him falling onto you. You shield your eyes from their brightness.

“Just look at them, everyone! Makes you feel like you’re the one at a special event, does it not?”

You hear cheers or approval. Dropping your arms you find the room packed; not one seat left without a passenger. The crowd chants as one despite the variety in voices; a mass of dark shadows that follow along to their leader’s whim in appraisal for you. The Ringmaster hype things up even further.

“Wouldn’t you just love to give them the world? I know I would! Why, it’s the entire point behind this whole event! Our dear special guest hasn’t been appreciated as much as they should be lately.”

The crowd boos to which the man laughs. “Outrageous? I know. That’s why we’ve put together this carnival for you. To show you things you’ve never seen before, so that you understand your place in the cosmos as a divine being. A star.”

The Ringmaster holds out his hand to you in offer. “Stray angel, we hope that you do enjoy your permanent admission to our carnival. We will make sure the festivities last until the final celestial gives out and reality washes away. Even after that happens, we’ll still be here for you – playing along to whatever cord you give. Sweet Y/n, without any further delay - we welcome you home. Shall begin the show?

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The maid of Mr. Barnes - Part 2 (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

The maid of Mr. Barnes Part 2 - The middle of the night // Masterlist Bucky Barnes x Reader Mafia AU Warnings: none

Summary: You are nervous about meeting Mr. Barnes.

After your conversation with Steve about Mr. Barnes's arrival, the tight knot in your stomach doesn't lessen no matter how many times you check everything to make sure the house is clean and ready for your new boss. You wander around the mansion with a rag in your hands, cleaning every surface, adjusting the curtains, and fluffing up the pillows. Usually, it helps you to calm down, but now, you get more and more stressed. You don't know what your new boss expects from you, and you don't want to lose your job even before you could really start it. There is always something to do, something to correct or wipe down.

You are in the hall, mopping the floor who knows how many times already. The water is clean in the bucket, sloshing around as you push it out of the way. You can feel Phil's confused stare on you from the small nook next to the entrance. He is ready to ask about your well-being when Sam appears at the top of the stairs. "Y/N," he calls out for you. "Yes?" You straighten yourself, looking up at the man immediately. "When you are done here, go out to Peter and help him in the garden." "Okay," you nod. "Sure." When you disappear into one of the corridors, Sam turns to the man in front of several computers. "Call Peter and tell him to find Y/N something to do." In reality, Peter doesn't need your help but seeing you so fidgety all day, almost driving yourself crazy with the thought of Bucky, Sam thinks fresh air would do some good to you.

The estate of Mr. Barnes is endless meadows, just like the neighborhood. The garden around the mansion is well-kept, with lush trees and bushes. It almost feels like walking in a park.

Peter is at one of the flower beds, kneeling and leaning above them with a hat on his head and gloves on his hands. "Hello," you greet him, stopping a few feet away from him. "I'm Y/N," you introduce yourself. "The new maid." The young boy jumps on his feet, taking off one of his gloves to offer his hand for a shake. "And I'm Peter," he smiles. "I'll show you what you should do, all right? There are spare gloves and a hat if you need them."

You spend the rest of your day in the garden, kneeling on the green grass and busying yourself with every task Peter gives you to keep your mind off Mr. Barnes as Sam ordered him. You have fun with the young man who shows you everything you need to know while he talks a bit about himself. "So you are still in college?" You ask him. "This is my last year," he replies. "And since when do you work for Mr. Barnes?" The boy shrugs. "I don't even remember. I started working for his parents, and before I knew it, I was here." "And what do you think about him?" "He is fine. I mean, you don't want to anger him, but otherwise, if you do your job, he doesn't make your life a living hell just for fun." "Okay," you huff, turning your attention back to the wet soil rather than running back to the building to clean down everything again.

Before you know it, the sky is plastered with pink and purple as the sun slowly disappears under the horizon. Lights turn on in the mansion with shadows in the windows. The air gets a bit colder and your day with Peter ends here. "Thank you for the help, Y/N." "I was happy to help," you smile at him, waving at him as he gets in his car and soon disappears behind the gates.

You check everything one more time and wash the dishes before you make your way back to your room to take a bath. When you lean back to soak yourself in the vanilla-scented water, it's already dark outside. And Mr. Barnes is nowhere to be seen. Or you didn't meet him? Maybe something went wrong, and he didn't come home? Even though you feel nervous about meeting your boss for the first time, you would prefer to meet him sooner than later. At least you wouldn't be so anxious about him anymore. But what if he won't like you? Of course, you can go back to your friend if something goes wrong, but you would hate to lose this job. Despite the gangsters surrounding you, you enjoy being here.

You wake up in the middle of the night at the sound of your stomach. It rumbles into the silence, and you groan as you turn on your back. You have to force yourself to get up from the soft bed and drag yourself through the dark corridors to the kitchen.

The whole building is quiet. Dim lights filter in through the windows from the garden. Long shadows stretch on the floor and walls wherever you go. The kitchen's tile is cold under your bare feet. Your muscles are sore after working in the garden the whole day.

You are so deep in your thoughts that you don't even hear when the double door opens and closes while you lean above the counter, making yourself a sandwich.

"And who you would be?" Somebody speaks up suddenly, making you jump and fall back against the counter. Your fingers grip the marble edge. Your heart beats in your throat as you become face to face with a man in a white shirt and dark pants. The tie is loose around the collar. You are sure you didn't meet him before. He doesn't seem like someone that people tend to forget easily. He shamelessly studies you with his stormy blue eyes, waiting for your answer. "I-I'm Y/N," you reply, still a bit breathless. "I am the new maid." "Right," he hums. "I heard there is a new maid." You wait for him to introduce himself, but when he doesn't, you speak up again. "Can I help you with something?" "What are you doing?" He asks, glancing over your shoulder to the sandwich. You look back at it over your shoulder, suddenly embarrassed. "I'm hungry," you explain. Heat creeps up on your face. "Uhm, do you want some?" Surprise washes over his features before he nods, sitting down at the other side of the counter while you turn back to continue making some food for the both of you. You can feel his heavy gaze on you the whole time, and you have to force yourself to stay calm and collected. Who is he? "And how do you like it here?" He breaks the silence after a while. His voice is a pleasant rumble in the silent house. "I like it," you answer, putting the plate in front of him as you take a seat too. You are honest, but at the same time, how could you say anything else? "Sam and Steve showed you everything? They didn't scare you too much, did they?" A lazy smile pulls on his lips. "No," you shake your head, avoiding his eyes and focusing on your sandwich. "Everybody was nice to me so far." "Good," he nods.

You continue eating in silence. You want to know who he is, but you don't have the courage to ask. He oozes power and control. Whoever he is, he must be important. "I will wash them," you tell him, reaching out for his empty plate, but he takes it from you. His rings gleam in the kitchen light. "I will do it," he says, and it's your turn to be surprised. "Oh, no," you shake your head. "It's my job." But as usual, your argument is unsuccessful. Before you can say anything else, he is already at the sink. He is tall and broad. The white fabric stretches across his muscled back. "Hop back to your room, little bunny. You must be tired." You frown at the sudden nickname but live with the chance to get out of his heavy presence. "Goodnight..." You bite your lip, hoping for a name. "Goodnight, Y/N," he says his goodbye, and even though you don't see his face, you are sure he smirks.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #marvel imagine #avengers imagine #mafia au

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i just had a thought that i knew you’d do justice. trigger in a royalty au?? like would it be an arranged marriage? child hood friends? rival kingdoms?? i just think your writing style is perfect for this. it’s up to you if you wanna do headcanons or a paragraph. i just really like how you protray these characters.

remember to rest, eat, hydrate, and take breaks :D

REGALITY.

No crown could burden you and no army could ever dream of keeping you apart from him. In every version of reality, you both know it’s together, til the end.

ft. Yaotome Gaku, Kujo Tenn, Ryunosuke Tsunashi x gn! reader.

cw/genre: royalty au, romance, fluff, some mild angst. Reader is implied to wear a dress in Gaku’s and Ryu’s.

hello, dear and a thousand thanks for this request ! I love royalty and fantasy aus and you asked it for my favorite group too <3 also, thank you for trusting me with this idea, I hope you will like how I executed it, even though I’m very late to posting it.

♡ YAOTOME GAKU

— Arranged marriage ‧₊˚ ⋅

“Be more selfish. You can show me your emotions and allow yourself to depend on me.”

Tonight, millions of stars accompany you as you make your way through the palace’s halls.

Countless silver pinpricks, filtering in dancing glimmer through the floor to ceiling windows.

And yet, you feel lonely.

The rustle of the gray silken curtains aflutter on the nocturnal ambiance is the only sound breaking the complete silence.

Anyone should be happy on such an occasion as today’s, right?

You got to wear a beautiful dress, everyone smiled and tender vows were exchanged.

Not to mention, your last name now was that of one of the richest lords in town, soon to take over his father’s rule.

Handsome and desired by everyone in the kingdom. And still, something in the sharpness of his gaze makes you keep to yourself.

Yaotome Gaku.

You would have never imagined you’d end up marrying him.

Not that you had any say in the matter, of course. Your family had essentially succeeded in selling you off and increasing their social status.

You let out a sigh, fiddling with the silver band now adorning your ring finger. The moon reflects on it, a cruel reminder of the shackles bestowed upon you.

You take a break, sitting on the stone windowsill.

Your mind wanders off into the night. It would be nice, to be a star. So free, you against an endless sky.

The celestial seems to absorb you, your thoughts leaving the real world if only for a second, a sort of black hole, so far away and so close at the same time, sucking you in when your fingertips graze against the great unknown on the other side.

You don’t notice the footsteps approaching in that instant.

“It is late. You shouldn’t be here.” A deep voice pulls you out of your trance.

You start, eyes widening when they meet steel hued ones.

Against your better judgment, you stand up, taking a step backwards.

Why do you react like this?

There is no denying the man before you looks absolutely stunning.

Is absolutely stunning.

His liquid moonlight gaze seems to pierce through you, tendrils of argent clouds falling over them in the slight curl of his hair. Lost stars kiss his pale complexion, the penumbra of the palace at night embracing the other half.

“Yaotome-sama!” You exclaim, bowing briefly.

A shadow of hurt passes over his handsome features, his eyes, downturned, averted to the side.

“Please, just call me Gaku.” He asks of you, tone bordering on pleading.

“Alright. Gaku…” You trail off nodding.

He seems somewhat… flustered? Maybe it’s the late hour, but his harsh features just fade into something gentle with a tinge of fierceness.

In that moment, you wish you had met under different circumstances, instead of just through political and economical interests.

“[Y/n]…” Your husband begins. You don’t dislike at all the sound of your name when he says it. “I know you didn’t choose this, and I’m sorry we had to meet like this…” His expression softens. “But you can tell me about your worries and thoughts weighing on your mind.” Gaku’s eyes fixate on you, the rest of the universe silent and invisible to him right now. “If I can’t be the lover you dreamt of, I will at least do what I can to make you feel comfortable and safe.” A demure smile reaches his lips. “So, it’s okay if you’re selfish.”

You stare at him a little dumbfounded, the daze of his charming presence and the care he’s putting into his words, rendering your heart into a frenzied dance.

The next time Gaku takes a step in your direction, you don’t retreat.

♡ KUJO TENN

— The bandit and the prince ‧₊˚ ⋅

“Catch me if you can, mister Kujo.”

Giggles leave your throat as you run through the ivy maze.

You try to stifle them, this moment of borrowed time, too precious for its bubble bathed in auroras to pop.

Upwards, the sky dyes in shades of cherry blossom and tangerine, periwinkle clouds giving way to an horizon lined in citrine.

Your breathing grows shallow, as you take a left turn between the shiny verdant leaves.

Behind you, light steps follow.

And despite the dead end standing in front of you in the form of a wall of greenery speckled in the pink of hyacinth blossoms, a smirk plays on your lips.

You stand there, resigning to your inevitable fate, eyes closed, taking in the scent of azaleas, singing of secret nights, passion filled.

The taste of sweet daybreak coats your tongue; a shared interlude of curtains falling over the stage for last night’s dreams, a preamble to the wait for the hours before the dawn to come again.

A gentle aroma of strawberries and cinnamon suddenly dances around you, as if clapping for your heart to spread its butterfly wings to its tune.

“Checkmate.” A cheeky voice whispers, his soft lips brushing the shell of your ear.

Turning around, your lashes flutter open, your prosecutor’s arms already around you.

“Heh, it seems you caught me, your highness.” You tease, leveling him with a bold gaze.

“It wouldn’t be the first time now, would it?” The prince winks, his hold on your waist tightening. “And it’s Tenn to you.” He utters, voice barely above a whisper, as his forehead touches yours.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“I know that, just teasing you.” You giggle, your grin widening. “So, you still remember? When you failed to capture me the first time?” Your gaze flits to his lips. “Is that why we’re playing now, so you can finally catch me, Tenn-Tenn?”

Of course he remembers. How could he not recall the moment he met the one who gifts him moments of freedom like this?

—

“And what, may I ask, does a sneaky fox like you happen to be doing in my chambers?”

A curse leaves your lips through gritted teeth. The crown prince was not supposed to come back so soon. Wasn’t he at some gala tonight? Did you miscalculate?

“What? Didn’t expect me to come back so soon?” He chuckles. “You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that.”

What would be your chances of winning in a fight against him? You’ve got your daggers…

You notice the thin sword hanging at his hip from the corner of your eye.

You could potentially have an advantage in close quarters…

It’s not like you want to hurt him, just… maybe knock him out as you take what you need for you to be able to buy a ration of food.

You run for it.

But before you know it, the prince’s sword grazes the side of your neck, the cool metal a threat enough to draw blood at the minimum movement.

Your daggers freeze mid-air, your hood falling, revealing your identity.

You let out a ‘tsk’. This is troublesome.

You lower your weapons.

Tenn retracts his sword.

Rosy eyes scan over the person standing before him. Dark shadows gather under their eyes, as if sleep or food were a rare luxury for them. Their face is gaunt, lips parched. Ragged clothes sway around the thief, several stains coating them.

And yet, the prince doesn’t think he’s ever seen anyone as beautiful.

The fire in the burglar’s stare burns intensely, a thundering blaze, tearing down whatever they have to in order to survive.

“And what, pray tell, do you need all of these gold and jewels for?” You spat, tone clipped.

The man lowers his blade, his eyes never once leaving you.

“I don’t.” He states. He reaches up, unclasping one of his earrings.

Extending a gloved hand towards you, he says:

“Take it.”

You scoff.

“I don’t need your pity.”

“It’s not like that. You probably risked a lot just to sneak in here, didn’t you? It would be a waste to leave empty-handed. So take this.” The prince gently removes one of your blades from your tight grip, putting the jewelry in your palm. “Sell it for a good price. Get enough food to last you for a while. Please.”

You seem to hesitate for an instant, but then your fingers close around the accessory.

Without another word, you step into the room’s balcony and disappear into the night.

Tenn follows after the trail of your ripped crimson cape.

By the time he reaches the veranda, there is no trace of you.

That night, he leaves the gallery’s glass doors open.

Just in case you wanted to come back for the blade you left behind.

A few nights later, that’s exactly what you would do.

—

One of Tenn’s hands comes up to cup your jaw, fingertips brushing against the pointy earring dangling from your lobe.

Identical to the one he always wears.

The exact one he gave you that night.

The impending cyan of the morning unfurling above augurs the nearing of your departure.

Neither of you want for your hidden romance painted in soft shades of watercolor to come to a close.

Your prince’s eyes soften, its quartz shade, the fleeting memory of early sunsets over the castle’s gardens.

‘Please, don’t go’ is spelled in the last rays of the crescent dipping behind the distant mountains reflected in Tenn’s gaze.

His thumb brushes over your lower lip, your breath at a standstill as you are put under spell by Tenn’s angelic aura. So warm, so perfect… A safe haven.

You turn around your face slightly, leaving a delicate kiss to his bare palm.

Then, with one last squeeze to Tenn’s hand, you step away.

“Meet me at midnight again.” Your lover whispers, as his hands leave your face.

You decide to relish for a second more in this forbidden moment. You linger closer to him, a fleeting kiss to the corner of his mouth, before disappearing between frondous greenery.

Tenn stands there, a soft smile on his features as the sensation of your kiss tingles on his skin.

The promise of your return is sealed with the ripple of the pink astilbe petals surrounding the prince.

Dusk can't come soon enough.

♡ TSUNASHI RYONUSKE

— Knight and prince(ss) running away together ‧₊˚ ⋅

“I decided I wanted to enter that light, and at the edge of it, I found you.”

Beams of light threaded in gilded sparkles filtered through the library’s windows. The afternoon was in its prime and yet, you found yourself cooped up inside an empty room.

The rows upon rows of books felt more like the bars of a tightening prison, the book you were copying from, iron shackles tying your feet to the cold grey ground.

You sighed. It was unfair. For your life to be decided like this, just because one day you’re to rule this kingdom.

You didn’t want this. You never asked for the weight of the crown.

The day outside shined in blues and golds and yet, you were trapped here.

You couldn’t stand it anymore. You closed your book, making your way to the huge window.

Standing on your tiptoes, you fumbled with the handle and got it open.

A gust of summer air wafted around you, filling your lungs with all the colors of summer.

You wanted to go play outside like the other children did.

Eight was too young an age to be subjected to the heaviness of endless study days.

Leaning on the windowsill, something caught your eye.

A boy about your age swinging a wooden sword, his body moving with agility as he practised how to avoid enemy strikes.

Maybe he was a knight in training. And right now, you think you’d rather take on a bloody battlefield than spend a minute more learning about centuries old history you couldn’t care less about.

So, using a chair, you climbed up on the windowsill, jumping down the couple of feet separating you from the green grass beyond.

With quiet steps, you approached the boy.

His expression was determined but gentle, his eyes reminiscent of the sunlight you yearned for. Tufts of brown hair swing in the hot air as he gracefully moves with his sword.

Then he stops.

“Y-your highness!” He stammered, bowing down.

Your cheeks heated up, hurt crossing your features in the way you avert your gaze.

“Just [Y/n], please.” You asked. “What are you doing? It seems fun. Can I try too?” You inquired, curiously tilting your head.

He swallowed. “But I will become a knight… I’m supposed to protect you in the future…”

“Please?” You pouted, hands clasped in front of you. “I’m tired of being inside studying…”

With fearful eyes darting from side to side of the courtyard, the boy made sure no onlookers were present.

His hands brushed against yours when he handed you the practise sword.

You held it, it was light, dull, but enough to cut a pocket of freedom in the monotony of your upbringing.

“What’s your name, by the way?” You questioned.

“Ryunouske.” He answered shyly.

With a last smile his way, you began imitating his previous movements, dancing in tune with the doves soaring high in the radiant sky.

Years later, you would know that would be the beginning of your story together.

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Weaves lap against the sandy coast, early evening bringing with her a sea of aureate copper and indigo. Foamy water gently caresses your feet, your prints in the sand coming and going with each wave.

On the dry sand, a set of armor, a pair of heeled shoes and an intricate dress lie.

Here, it was just you and him.

“Ryu,” You call him, your hand squeezing his calloused one. You stop walking for a moment, indulging yourself a little on the sight of him against the brightness of the soon to set sun.

A smile find its way to your lips, your lover’s toned chest visible through his open shirt.

“Isn’t this nice?” You say, directing your gaze towards the horizon, a few stray seagulls shadowed against the peachy heavens. “Just us, in this magical quiet place… I could get used to it.” You lean your head against his side, as Ryunosuke’s arm loops around your waist.

“It certainly is nice. The sea… it always relaxes me.” The knight tilts his face to look at you. All these years by your side, as your secret companion, your best friend and your lover later on, and nothing would change the fact you’re the most alluring person he could have ever met.

“What would you say, if I suggested we run away, Ryu?” You search for his gaze, those honeyed orbs widening in surprise. “I don’t want to be tied down by stupid rules and traditions, I want to be with you, no matter where.”

Your knight lets out a sigh.

He wants to say ‘yes’. A lifetime of freedom by your side is all Ryu could ever dream off.

And yet…

“Are you sure, my dear?” Both of his hands hold yours in between them. “If we leave… There will be no way we can ever return to your home…”

“This is no home of mine.” You state, steel laced through your tone as you think of that suffocating palace. “My home is with you, Ryu. No matter where life takes us.”

Standing on your tiptoes, you place a soft kiss on his lips. Their salty taste reminds you of freedom. Ryunosuke’s arms wrap around your waist, the silken fabric of your under dress an obstacle for the both of you at this point.

“Alright.” He whispers the moment he parts.

Before the sun completely hides behind the undulating horizon, you’re already making your way to Ryu’s place.

Packing up some food, clothes and essential belongings, you reach the outskirts of town before nightfall.

Hand in hand, you walk towards the sun awaiting in your new life.

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Le grand rendez-vous

Who hasn't wanted a romantic italian summer romance with Kai Havertz?

WORD COUNT: 2.6K

The Italian riviera is exhilarating, from the way the sun makes the sea glisten the most beautiful shade of turquoise, bleeding into bright white when waves hit the cliff beneath the road, to the way white birds swoop in and out among white boats, with sails that disappear and reappear along the horizon like tiny meteorites in an endless sky. Driving along the coastline where the mountains meet the depths of the sea makes your breath hitch at every turn Kai takes on the small roads built into the rock walls of the cliff. You feel your knuckles turn white every time you grip into the handle of the door or edge of your car seat and your stomach drop whenever the car takes a sharper turn, grazing the pebbles of the road side.

You look over to Kai as the wind plays with his hair, his features framed by a pair of dark vintage frames and a black tshirt that hugs his torso perfectly, his tattoo peeking out when he moves his arm. He looks like a heartthrob plucked straight out of an old movie. Like he will turn to you and feed you a line just for it to be followed by a million women swooning and fainting. You are mesmerised by the way his hands steadily hold the wheel of the vintage BMW cabriolet, guiding the car, traversing it between the cliffside and rock wall. You admire the way his face is not showing any sign of worry or concentration, as if one wrong move would not send the two of you tumbling straight into the mouth of the sea with glistening white teeth of the crashing waves a hundred of metres below. The way the corners of his pink lips curl upward resemble those of a cat laying in the perfect spot of sun, you think, content and happy - a man at peace.

If you consider the past six months you don't think you have seen Kai look this way in a long time, his mind always torturing him about could-have-beens and should-have-beens. Even after games that he's won his mind would always trap him in a spiral of self pity for not doing better. It is almost as if you are not sitting next to the same man anymore, this Kai is not pale from the constant rain clouds and time spent indoors, instead his skin is glowing a light olive colour, reflecting the warm summer rays.

“You're thinking again,” he chuckles.

“I just don't like looking at the sea right now.” You throw your eyes over your shoulder and your stomach drops as he nears the edge of the lane again to pass an oncoming car.

“We'll be done with this road soon,” he soothes you, “schatz.”

You know he adds the last part to make your worries trickle away. He only uses that nickname on special occasions, in fear of it somehow wearing off, of becoming less special. Even though he is aware of the effect it has on you.

“You called me schatz.” You smile at him, letting your cheek fall onto the headrest as you look at him dreamily.

“I know I did,” he chuckles, not taking his eyes off the road.

“You look happy,” you observe.

“Yes, I'm with you, of course I'm happy!” He chuckles and the way his face lights up makes your stomach erupt in butterflies.

“I like you happy,” you sigh contently, “I like it so much.”

The car goes back to being silent, the italian radio station mixed with the sound of wind whizzing over your heads. You keep sneaking glances at the man next to you, your attention drawn to the fleeting views passing by the car.

—

The apartment you are staying in is small and quaint and humble in contrast to your spacious and luxurious house in England. The building is old, with old creaky floorboards and pale blue walls in the kitchen and living room faded from the decades of history that the bones of the home carries. The rooms are connected by heavy wooden double doors on rusty old hinges. The bedroom, much like the living room, is adorned by big windows framed by white linen curtains moving slowly in the breeze, beyond them a balcony overlooking the town below and the beautiful sea beyond the lively streets. The air of the space is heavy with the evening heat and humidity that mixes seamlessly with the smell of saltwater and wind that has seeped into every wall of the apartment over the decades. The distant bustle of the streets floats in through the open window making the apartment fill with life and warmth.

“Do you like it?” Kai's soft voice startles you.

You turn to look at him, your mind trying to find the words to encompass how everything, the trip and apartment, feels.

Even though the apartment is a stark contrast to what you would expect a professional football player to book as a holiday getaway, it is somehow perfectly Kai. Simple and humble, yet beautiful and extravagant in its own way. Special and one of a kind. You see him in every nook and cranny of the place. From the walls the colour of his eyes or to the sturdy and reliable furniture. A treasure tucked away from prying eyes.

And there he is, standing in the midst of it all, in a loose white t-shirt and a pair of simple shorts, hair still messy and windswept from spending all day driving a cabriolet, illuminated by the aura of the apartment. As if he was made for this place. This moment. Made for you only. The light from the cheap bulbs and windows illuminating him like he is something sent from heaven. An angel that has been cursed to walk the world until he finds his true love and now, here, in this moment, he's looking right at her. His eyes glisten in the evening glow filled with love and care and excitement.

“It's perfect Kai,” you say. Perfect seems like such a dumb and bland word to describe this place. You scramble for more words - superb, magical, breathtaking. None of them would describe the way you feel. None of them live up to the moment.

He doesn't reply instantly, taking his time to walk towards you, slowly, to let his eyes take you in. Finally he cups your cheek with his palm, slender fingers tracing shapes on your cheek. You lean into his touch the same way a sunflower always finds the sun. Kai slowly reaches down and kisses you. Your lips move slowly, lazily, both of you aware that you have nowhere to rush, nowhere to be. You tangle your fingers in his ebony hair and his hand cups your lower back as a cellist would hold his beloved cello. You feel his muscles ease against your body bit by bit, Kai melting into your body, finally letting himself relax.

“I think it's pretty great too.” He smiles pullin back and looking down at you. “I was thinking we could maybe go get dinner and explore the town?”

“Only if you hold my hand the whole time,” you tease him.

“Who said there was any other possible way of doing this?” He kisses your nose letting his hand slide from your cheek, down your shoulder and arm finally finding your fingers, intertwining them.

You try to find words or a stupid question, to stay here, in this moment, not to leave this perfect bubble of love. To have him kiss you again in your perfect safe haven from the world beyond the doors. To lock him away from prying eyes and sharpened tongues that make him doubt himself. To protect him.

But you know you cannot. He is not yours to lock up in an ivory tower, or in this case a small apartment by the sea in a small Italian coastal town. The worry lines on his forehead will come back and his muscles will tense again, this Kai in front of you, right now, is all but a mirage, smoke and mirrors. A sight only occurring once in a blood moon. A fleeting image that you are desperately trying to catch before it fades.

And then, like clockwork, as quickly as it appeared the air of peace and relaxation is gone. Even if he tries to hide it his shoulders become more rigid and the hints of self doubt and pain sneak back into his eyes. Your heart breaks seeing how easily, like it's second nature to him, Kai slides right back into the role of the tortured and haunted prodigy that will never live up to the expectations set on him by the world. Like Sisyphus always trekking up the hill just to be knocked down again when he thinks he's reached the summit. Never giving up or giving in - determined to bring every ounce of glory home to his team and family and friends.

“You ready to go?” you ask him, kissing his cheek. You are scared that if you stand here for a moment longer, look in his eyes for a second longer, you will break down. Fall to your knees sobbing. Beg for him to give up football. To move here. To run away with you. So the vultures can't get him. So he is safe.

“Yes ” he smiles, leaning down to kiss you, as soft as before. His touch feather light against your body, like a warm summer breeze.

—

The streets of the town are lined by citrus trees, the smell of oranges and lemons mixing with the warm sea air sends your head spinning. Kai swings your hands between the two of you as both of you exit the little pizzeria, bellies full of cheese and bread and wine. Cheeks already sore from smiling and laughing.

“That wine was amazing!” you say to him as you near the seaside.

“It was phenomenal,” he exclaims, bringing your hands to his lips and kissing your knuckles.

Phenomenal. Another word that seemingly loses all its magnitude and weight if you were to try and use it to describe this place and feeling. It feels too overused and mundane if you were to use it as a verbal expression of your feelings. Many things are phenomenal - meals, songs, films or football games. But if you tried to describe the smell of the fruit trees lingering on the nightly streets of this city or the way waves crashing against the rocks by the seaside create a perfect symphony of background ambience to your walk it would not be phenomenal. It's too much of an overused word for that.

“Do you wanna go in here?” he asks, pointing at a small outdoor bar, swallowed by flower vines and adorned by metal tables, music playing from the speakers, people milling around the courtyard.

You nod enthusiastically. The place looks like pure magic, out of a movie. The kind of place people go to fall in love.

You find a place to sit while Kai goes to fetch the two of you a bottle of wine and glasses. As he walks through the crowd you sigh happily. It's the way his face can't help but light up at the sight of you, every millimetre of his features filled with pure unadulterated love and joy. He slides into the seat next to you and pours the wine. The two of you begin to talk about the surroundings, looking at the people passing by. You tell him about how you think you should plant roses like these at home, a reminder of the trip always with you, growing and wrapping around the sleek and seemingly perfect terrace of your England home, breaking up the sterile feeling that the home has even after years of living there. He tells you about how the two of you must find out who makes this wine before you leave so he can import it, so there is always a piece of Italy with you, because never has he tasted a better wine ever. You debate about whether you should stay here another night or move on to Lake Como. Both of you captivated by the sheer beauty of the seemingly meek town that has rooted itself into your hearts. You take turns picking the bottles of wine and making a game of it.

Currently you are on your third bottle watching an old italian couple slow dance to the upbeat music. Both of you grinning at the seemingly oblivious pair, lost in their own world, moving to a beat completely opposite of the current song.

“You think that's going to be us in a few years?” you ask, chuckling.

“Definitely,” he says when you look at him, he isn't watching the elderly couple, instead his eyes are glued to you.

“Kai...” you chuckle, blushing.

“Come on! I'll give you a taste!” He says getting up.

“Kai...” you laugh.

“Come on!” he laughs gripping your wrist. “I want to dance with you!”

He pulls you up from the seat grinning like a maniac, and you don't protest. His eyes are dark like the sky above, the light from the lanterns above illuminating them with flicks of light like stars. You let his limbs pull you after him, the two of you soon moving to the rhythm of the song. Suddenly the air around you is light and time doesn't matter.

“What are you thinking about in that head of yours?” You ask him.

For a moment Kai forgets the missed penalties, the goals that should have been, the booing of fans at away stadiums and fans dressed in blue. His muscles relax and briefly his heart is not weighed down by worries and pain. In the moment, under the moon in this small quaint Italian town, he is not “Kai Havertz - football player”, he is just Kai, a man from Aachen, dancing with the love of his life under the starry skies, not worrying about tomorrow. The way she looks at him makes his heart skip a beat, as if she saved him from himself and nothing matters anymore, he's not pushing a rock up the hill just for it to tumble down again. He's not searching for glory, tripping and falling over his feet. Having her look up at him like he put the stars in the sky and pulled down the moon just for her, makes him feel like there is nothing he can't do. Having her in his arms, knowing she doesn't hate him, even if the whole world does, and knowing she is always in his corner is enough to bring him to his knees. She was sent from heaven above to save him from himself.

“Just how much I love you…” he smiles. His smile is different. Brighter, more genuine. “What are you thinking about?”

“Just how much I love you.” You nuzzle your face into his neck, kissing the warm skin earning a laugh. The kind that makes even the deepest parts of his chest rumble.

In that moment you feel like nothing matters, like no one can ever break this moment. Like in one of those postmodernism books your mother used to read on holidays, time is a construct, and you and Kai have briefly become timeless. Stuck in this moment that is filled with love and calmness, passion and excitement. Excitement for the future and what stands before the two of you. You realise that the magic is not hidden in the apartment, or growing in the vines of flowers everywhere or even bottled and corked here, it is instead rooted between you. Like a secret only you and Kai are in on. Finally the word comes to you. Finally you find words that describe the place, the moment, the feelings. Everything and everything and everything. It's all - Kai Havertz.

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sweetestofchaos · 1 year

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Blackthorn Ch 1 | M.YG

Pairing: Crown Prince Dragon!Yoongi x Crown Princess Impundulu!Keena Genre: Soulmate AU | Arranged Marriage AU | Fantasy AU | Fluff Word Count: 6.1K Warnings: None...very soft entry chapter Rating: PG16

Hello Princess - Princess Keena and her envoy enter the Min Empire. There, Prince Yoongi and the Princess meet face to face.

a/n: Shout out to the great @sailoryooons for being my beta/banner maker! Also huge thanks to @nabiolive and @jessikahathaway for yelling at me to keep a special part of this chapter’s ending.

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A sherbet colored sky, kissed with endless puffs of white cotton went for as far as the eye could see. Below, the land a mix of forest greens, sandy browns and deep greys were cracked with bottomless shades of blue. The air was crisp; it called to mind the bite of a fresh picked apple on warmer spring days. Light, weightless, disconnected from the turmoil left behind in a land a nation away. A given name, a title that held more power than any amount of gold sat coldly in a chest that heart was beating faster than the wings of a hummingbird. This was for the good of the people, the good of the nations; two different worlds coming together as one.

Beautiful ruby red and white klei eagles flew in a tight formation around a giant cape teal duck, its wings were a glossy muted grey with browner ones on its back. A spot of bright yellow hovered in the air, one single pale yellow eye peered into the modified gama attached securely to the back of the duck. The purple curtains were pinned down to keep the cool air from freezing the occupant tucked away inside. As the sun graced the sky with its warmth and bright light, a demure and soft silhouette was cast against the light fabric. The Citron Crane’s voice sang and echoed across the sky as the Min Empire’s shoreline came into view. Below on the coast, a small envoy of royal guards and emissaries waited with bated breath as the large cape teal, the size of four oxen, descended from the sky and sank into the water. The eagles formed a tighter barrier around the duck as the Citron Crane flew ahead while the duck paddled in the water towards the shoreline.

The crane stood at the water’s edge, its soft yellow wings reflected off the water’s surface before it shifted silently. A large man with rich oakwood skin and yellow topaz eyes, stood before the Min Empire’s envoy. His hair was twisted tightly in neat ropes of thick braids with gold and yellow feathers clipped to a few to show his high position in the Escistan’s royal guard. His robes were vibrant, fiery red and yellow, stitched together by careful hands. A large golden medellin rested in the center of his chest, a hamerkop with a bolt of lightning behind it carved into the metal, the royal sigil of Escistan. The head of the Min Emperor's royal guard stepped forward and hit his chest with a closed fist, a common greeting among soldiers.

“The Min Empire welcomes you with open arms.” The man had fair skin, scares littering his hands and face. His outfit was muted grey, cream, blue and peach while his brown hair was pulled into a topknot. “I am Daehyun. General of the royal guard. I will take you and your company to the palace.”

“I am Aga, second in command of the Escistan army -” Aga crossed his arms over his chest and bowed his head. “-the Princess looks forward to her audience with his Majesty.”

Aga turned his attention to the duck behind him as its webbed feet slapped against the ground. The eagles around the duck shifted and in their place stood six large men dressed in the same armor as Aga without the golden medellin around their necks.

“Bese kò ou.” Aga commanded over his shoulder to the duck.

The cape teal duck settled on the stony beach and four members of Daehyun’s group stepped forward to lower the gama from the duck’s back. Aga held his hand out with his palm facing outward and the small group stopped.

“No need.”

At his words, all heads tilted upward towards the sky and Daehyun was shocked to see a small formation of large brown birds still in the sky. The birds flew towards the ground, openbill storks, and shifted easily into servants all dressed in different shades of tans and yellows. Aga nodded his head and four servants walked over to the cape teal. Aga watched as they easily untied the gama and situated it over their shoulders without the Princess being jostled too much.

“Ale lakay.”

Aga waved his hand towards the sky and the duck flew away with a soft quack that whistled. He reached into the brown pouch on his hip and pulled out a small, smooth, round bead, the size of a walnut and the color of fallen snow. Daehyun watched as Aga threw the bead to the ground and it split in half with a small spark. In its place, between the broken halves a black Vlaamperd horse stood strong and unphased.

“A Charoite bead? I’ve never seen one in person.”

“Many in our lands,” Aga pulled himself onto the horse's back and motioned for his company to do the same. The members in Aga’s party pulled a Charoite bead from around their necks and threw it to the ground. Ten Vlaamperd horses stood in place and waited as their riders jumped onto their backs. Aga fell into Daehyun’s formation with the rest of his own people. He kept his eyes on the Princess’ gama as he passed and took his place at the front of the formation. “Lead the way.”

The journey to the palace was silent, the steady clip clop of horse hooves acted as a cadence. The path to the capital was filled with wide planes of grass, wheat and wildflowers. Farmland stretched on for miles, different crops created a colorful backdrop as the empire came into view. Women and men alike stopped their daily chores as the procession passed by. The outskirts of the capital were well taken care of. The people weren’t dressed in the finest of robes but they weren’t dirty or covered in rags. From his place above the ground, Aga took notice of a large box that many of the younger villagers sat in. It seemed to hold sand from the beach for them to play in.

Horns and drums signaled their arrival as they passed the gates to enter the capital and the townsfolk were lined up on the side of the marketplace, pushing each other to get a better glimpse of the passing procession. A large golden dragon, the sigil of the Min Empire, embroidered on the banners of the procession gained everyone’s attention. Deep blues, vibrant purples and radiant golds dazzled the common folk as a single gamma was carried past by four strongly built men, not from this region of the world. They were outsiders, their dark skin tones a stark difference to the lightly tanned faces shielding them. They were honored guests being led to the palace by the Emperor’s very own royal guards.

Aga rode with a purpose and once he passed through the town, he let himself breathe properly for a moment. Once at the palace gates, the procession came to a smooth halt and Daehyun announced the arrival of their foreign guests. As the gates opened music started to play and the procession continued to march into the palace’s open courtyard.

The stonework was inviting as it led towards the steps of the emperor’s throne room where he sat proud with his wife - the empress - and his only son, the crowned prince by his side in front of him. As drums banged out a traditional greeting as the procession came to a full stop in front of the steps and Aga unmounted from his horse.

The gamma was lowered to the ground and Aga walked over as the curtain was pulled back. From his seat at the front of the throne, the crowned prince, Yoongi, watched as the man held out his hand. A breeze blew through the palace, freshly fallen dogwood petals caught in the current. As a small dark hand, rich and smooth like the brown obsidian gems in the north, poked out from the gamma, Yoongi’s dragon growled low in his chest. Princess Keena emerged from the carrier and the petals seemingly danced around her. Yoongi couldn’t get a good look at the young princess, for her face was covered by a bold orange veil that only showed her warm brown eyes, lined in thick charcoal. She was stunning and Prince Yoongi couldn’t look away.

As the guard led the Princess up the steps, the rest of the procession followed before the head attendant announced the Princess’ arrival at last. Her royal garb was bright, brighter than any sunrise Prince Yoongi remembered seeing. The clothing was different, two main articles, a skirt and blouse joined together by short and long pieces of fabric wrapped at the Princess’ waist while a large strip of woven fabric rested across her left shoulder. A matching headdress sat on the Princess’s head; braided fabric twisted and piled into a crown with the veil attached neatly.

Princess Keena removed her hand from the guard; golden bangles and rings caught the light as she crossed her arms over her chest with her hands on opposite shoulders before she offered an eighty-degree bow, her eyes downcast to the floor. Beside her, the guard dropped to one knee and crossed his arms over his chest as well, lowering his head.

“The nation of Escistan gives thanks to the Min Empire. May the sun grant you many bright days ahead.”

The princess raised to her full height and the guard behind her did the same before he rolled his shoulders. A small group of emissaries came forth, carrying large chests filled with a cornucopia of rare goods from the foreign nation. One by one the chests were opened before the royal family and the Princess looked on with a smile hidden behind her veil as the Emperor's piercing copper eyes shined brightly.

“My father sends well wishes and hope for endless joys in the days to come.” Princess Keena, motioned to the large man beside her, “- Aga, is my father’s testament to our nation's strength. He will teach your army the way of our warriors.”

The Emperor smiled, a single dimple sunk deep into his skin. He clapped his hands, covered in small jade and pearl colored scales, as he looked at the gifts before him, his blood red robes swayed around his wrists.

“Your tributes are as beautiful as they are rare. I hope our alliance with Escistan will only grow stronger during your stay, Princess Keena. The Min Empire welcomes you with open arms!”

Emperor Min stood from his seat, and everyone dropped to a bow while the Princess lowered her head, with her hands clasped in front of her. Emperor Min offered his hand to his wife and helped her stand before he turned his attention to the Princess again with an unknown light in his eyes.

“The Empress has hand selected your attendants; they will help you settle into your chambers at once. We shall hold a banquet in your honor tonight and welcome you once again to the Min Empire!”

The Emperor’s eyes crinkled at the corners as he stared at the princess, and he ran his tongue over the sharp fangs in his mouth.

“Your attendants will be shown to their quarters and will teach your new hands the customs of your nation. Do you have any requests for me?”

“Thank you for thinking of my comfort, your Majesty. I have no requests.”

Satisfied with the Princess’ response, the Emperor exited the throne room with the Empress on his arm. Prince Yoongi stood to his full height and walked down the set of steps before he stopped in front of the Princess. Prince Yoongi kept his face neutral as he offered his arm to the Princess.

“Allow me to show you the way to your chambers, Princess?”

Princess Keena bit her lip to keep from laughing at Yoongi. He was much more serious than she thought he would be. She nodded her head once and placed her hand on the Prince’s forearm, the fabric of his red gangsapo the only thing that kept their skin from touching. The remaining members of court bowed deeply as the Prince and Princess exited the throne room and Aga stayed six steps behind the pair. Hoseok, Prince Yoongi’s personal guard fell in step beside him and the two exchanged a simple nod in greeting.

“Did you have a pleasant time during your travels?” Prince Yoongi stared straight ahead as he spoke and the Princess thought about her trip. It was pleasant enough, no one had been hurt or gotten sick.

“It was a long but safe journey, my Prince.”

Yoongi’s dragon coiled tightly around his heart when his title rolled off the Princess’ tongue. It was a pleasing sound. Yoongi nodded his head and spoke no more as the pair walked down long corridors that turned every which way. Guards, servants and council alike all bowed low as they passed. Some looked at the Princess for longer than was deemed polite and Hoseok kept a running checklist in his mind to report on later.

The Princess took the chance to glance at Yoongi’s profile. He was not what the Princess expected. The words he shared with her in his letters were the rawest form of his soul. He was rose petal soft and fruit with honey sweet but there in front of her, Prince Yoongi had a firm jawline enhanced by patches of black scales. His eyebrows were a dark contrast to his blond hair and the Princess wondered if that was a trait given to everyone or just dragons. What she had imagined to be dark brown irises were the blackest pits of tar that reflected the sun and shined just right behind small triangular eyes. Prince Yoongi was jagged, rough around the edges, but his written words told the Princess of a much softer, warm summer days side to him.

“Here are your personal chambers, Princess.” Yoongi stopped in front of two armed guards. They stepped to the side to show a set of large red oak doors with a blackthorn tree in the center of a beautiful hand carved and painted black dragon. “I hope you find everything to your liking. Please, do not hesitate to ask for anything during your stay.”

“Thank you, your Highness.”

The Prince fought the muscle on his face. He didn’t like that the princess had called him by such a formal title. He stared at the Princess for a moment and she stared back. Her eyes told him everything her words could not. She had changed his title because others were around. Yoongi moved his arm, turnt right side up before he pulled it back and allowed for the Princess’ hand to slide into his. Their palms touched and warmth filled the Princess’ cheeks. The Prince’s hand was hot, liquid heat ran beneath his skin and his nails were long, the tips filed to a blunt point. The Prince hadn’t broken his stare with the Princess and wrapped his fingers lightly around her hand.

“Will you allow me the honor of escorting you to the banquet tonight?”

“It would be my honor, your Highness.”

Yoongi bit his tongue and kept from speaking out while Princess Keena slowly pulled her hand from his. Her own nails lightly scratched Prince Yoongi’s palm and the Prince nodded his head as he took a step back, a shiver crawling up his arm and down his spine.

“Would you allow me to send a small welcome gift?”

“It would honor me, so.”

Prince Yoongi bowed his head and Princess Keena repeated the motion.

“Rest well, Princess.”

The Prince walked away with Hoseok right behind him while Aga grabbed the Princess’ attention. He looked at the doors and Princess Keena nodded her head, “Ou mèt tcheke, Aga.”

The guards pushed open the doors and the servants inside all rushed to stand in a single file line as they heard the doors open. Aga walked into the room first and the Princess stepped inside after. She watched as Aga searched the room for any hidden dangers while the women cowered away from his stoic face. Aga nodded to the Princess and placed a hand over his heart before he bowed his head.

"Mwen pral-" Aga started to complain, and Princess Keena shook her head.

"Ou pral tcheke chanm ou yo epi tounen yon fwa ou fin etabli, Aga." Princess Keena smiled as she motioned towards the women in the room and Aga sighed knowing that the Princess was right, she was in good hands. "Mwen nan bon men. Montre fanm sa yo respè yo merite.”

Aga pressed his mouth into a firm line at the Princess’ words and turned towards the four women in the room who were all equally confused by their shared words. Aga bowed quickly and left the room. Once the door shut behind Aga, Princess Keena turned towards the women and bowed her head.

“I am Princess Keena, daughter of King Baasi and Queen Tiali. Please lend me your hands and forgive me for I do not yet fully speak your mother tongue.”

The four women all bowed deeply and smiled softly at the Princess. Her dress was something they had never seen before, and it was beautiful. However, it was not something that the Princess could wear to the banquet tonight. The tallest of the four women stepped forward and introduced herself as Kim Yongsun and the others were Byulyi, Wheein and Hyejin. Yongsun explained to the Princess as she spoke slowly that they were to bathe and dress her for the banquet that night as well as give her a small lesson on their etiquette.

“I would like to learn your etiquette first. My attendants will be with us shortly to help with my undress.”

“As you wish, Princess.”

Yongsun led the Princess to a table that sat low to the floor where Hyejin sat with a small smile on her face. As the Princess sat and started her lesson with Hyejin, the other women bustled around the room as they put away the Princess’ possession. A knock at the door grabbed Byulyi’s attention and she rushed to the door. She opened the door and bowed a quarter of the way as she stepped back to allow Princess Keena’s servant to enter the room.

Izaso, Keena’s head servant crossed her arms over her chest and bowed her head. The four other women did the same as Princess Keena stood to her feet. “Nou la pou ede. Ki kote ou ta renmen nou Princess?” Izaso questioned as she looked around the room.

“Izaso, sa yo se medam yo ki pral okipe bezwen mwen isit la nan palè a. Tanpri montre yo etap dezabiye mwen pou aswè a.” Princess Keena explained to Izaso and the other servants that they had to work together to get her ready for the banquet tonight.

Princess Keena watched as Yongsun lined her women up and Izaso did the same. Yongsun started the introductions and Izaso allowed for the servants under her to speak first. Alinafe, Fatsani, Limbani, and Chimika introduced themselves in broken Laibic and the Princess was proud. She had spent a few days prior to leaving her nation teaching her servant how to say simple Laibic phrases so that they could ask for help if they needed any.

As the women spoke, the Princess acted as the translator and together the nine women started the long process of readying the Princess for the upcoming banquet. When the Princess’ crown was removed, Wheein was surprised to see that the hair wasn’t straight like her own. Princess’ Keena had hair that reached down towards the floor and stopped at the small of her lower back. Her hair was darker than any ink within the palace and it smelled of the sweetest fruits and flowers. It was twisted into tight braids only a blueberry in diameter with golden metal wire wrapped around different braids. Small golden jewelry with different gemstones were also attached to the braids.

The shock on Wheein’s face wasn’t hidden fast enough and Chimika laughed before she showed the young woman how to carefully wrap the Princess’ hair so that it wouldn’t get wet while bathing. Once Princess Keena’s hair was piled on top of her head and wrapped messily in a headscarf, it was Fatsani and Hyejin’s turn to bathe the Princess. The private washroom was huge, smooth stones covered the floor and dipped down into a wide open pool of water. Rocks of different sizes lined the wall that blocked the inside from anyone who would have tried to look in. It was beautiful and the Princess felt excited at the thought of bathing.

Hyejin reaches out to untie one of the wraps on the Princess’s waist and Fatsani was quick to stop her. Hyejin looked confused and Princess Keena smiled softly, she knew what Fatsani was afraid of. The Princess cleared her throat and focused solely on Hyejin as she spoke.

“Do you know of the Impundulu, Hyejin? It is known as the lighten bird in my nation. The Impundulu has ruled Escistan since the first rainfall.” Princess Keena motioned for Fatsani to remove her iborun and pele. “The mark of the Impundulu is a sign of royal blood. Every blood born Impundulu has these marks somewhere on their body.” Princess Keena thought over the words that would best explain her feelings and she cleared her throat.

“The mark of the Impundulu isn’t always pleasant to look at but it is a mark I wear with pride…I hope that these marks do not frighten you.”

Once the Princess was finished talking, Fatsani allowed for Hyejin to help with the undress and made sure that Hyejin stayed in front of the Princess at all times. Hyejin folded the clothing and placed them on a wooden cart to keep from getting wet and when she turned back around, she covered her mouth, her startled gasp muffled. Princess Keena was faced away from Hyejin, her back fully exposed. Hyejin could see dark scarring that resembled ice crystals in the shape of wings. It was a beautiful and terrifying sight, the scars weren’t raised, they were placed directly along the slope of the Princess’s back. Hyejin thought back to what she had been told about the Impundulu and all that came to mind were Hamerkop's wings.

Hyejin made no comments on the Princess’s scars and Fatsani offered the Princess a hand to help her into the waters. When Princess Keena stepped into the water, she was surprised to find that the rocks on the bottom were heated which kept the water warm.

“Fire stones, Princess.” Hyejin had explained when she saw the Princess pause in her steps. “There are many magic stones and gems in the palace that make life more practical.”

Fatsani and Hyejin showed each other their methods to cleaning and Princess Keena enjoyed the extra attention. She had been worried that Hyejin would no longer want to be her attendant, but Hyejin showed no sign of leaving.

The journey to the Min Empire was long and the air quality wasn’t always the best. The Princess felt dirty enough that the extra fussing didn’t bother her. Once out of the bathing waters, Princess Keena was quickly patted dry before Fatsani helped her into a thin cream and gold dressing robe. In the main room, Byulyi and Alinafe discussed the best way to style the Princess’ hair for the banquet. Alinafe wanted to do a traditional style from the Escistan kingdom while Byulyi thought it best to do a hairstyle in favor of the Min Empire. Limbani was smart enough to suggest that they mix the two styles and when there was a knock at the door, Yongsun was quick to rush and answer it.

Hidden behind the white Hanji partition with golden leaves painted along the border, Princess Keena stood nude while Limbani massaged citrus and sweet scented oils to her skin before the Princess slipped her robe back on. While hidden, a male servant entered the room with a large box in his hands. He set the beautiful, decorated chest on the ottoman by the bed and left with a small bow of his head. Yongsun clapped her hands and called for the Princess.

“His Imperial Highness has sent you a gift, Princess.”

Princess Keena couldn’t stop the smile that danced on her lips. She stepped from behind the partition and walked over towards the large platform bed. The chest in front of her was no bigger than a large shoe box and it was decorated in gold paint and jade gems.

“What do you think it is, Princess?” Izaso wondered out loud and the Princess had no clue. She thought back to the letters exchanged with Yoongi and one thing came to mind.

As careful as she could, the Princess opened the chest and everyone’s eyes widened at the items inside. A delicate pair of matching golden hair pins sat on top, a cluster of blackthorn flowers replicated by mother of pearls, yellow apetites and jades shone in the soft sunlight that came into the room. Underneath the hair pins a pouch rested neatly. Princess Keena picked it up and was shocked by the craftsmanship. The pouch itself was light weight, a little larger than the size of her fist. Its body was round with a squared neck that would be cinched by black silk strings. The purse was a soft lilac with a black dragon embroidered into the center, around the bottom of the bag golden flower petals lay while the dragon rested beneath a large blackthorn tree.

Princess Keena traced over the blackthorn tree and smiled. How many times had she spoken of her favorite flowers? The Prince remembered and that made the Princess’ heart flutter in her chest. Attached to the pouch was a gold tassel that had a large white moonstone encased in a beautiful cross stitch. When the Princess looked at it more, she saw that the moonstone opened and inside was hollowed out and stored two rings with thin gold bands and three white scolecite gems on each. “What is the name of this?” Princess Kenna asked and Byulyi answered that the pouch was called a Duru-Jumeoni and the tassel was called a Norigae.

Princess Keena set the Duru-Jumeoni aside and laughed, the chime like bells loud and clear as she stared down at the Min dynasty inspired Dashiki. Prince Yoongi had asked many questions about the type of clothing the Princess wore, and she had sent him a few pieces to see for himself in person. A Boubou in black and gold, colors that the Prince had stated he liked and a Kente, in red, black and gold to contrast the Boubou if he were to ever wear the two together. The Dashiki was lilac, white and a darker purple with gold and black beading embroidered along the rounded neckline and colorful patchwork on the arms and bottom. Princess Keena was impressed, the Prince had taken notes and put them to use.

“Do you like it, Princess?” Yongsun had asked and Princess Keena touched the garment lightly, the smile still on her face.

“These are very thoughtful. I’ll be sure to thank his Highness at the banquet.”

“Would you like to wear the hair pins tonight?”

“Oh! They would look wonderful with your hanbok!” Byulyi gushed and the women all nodded their heads in agreement.

Princess Keena allowed for the women to use her new hair accessories and she sat before the mirror while Byuyl and Alinafe applied mint and argan oil to the Princess’ scalp and hair before they started to style it together. Izaso and Yongsun took their time as they applied lip tint, eye liner and rouge to the Princess’ face.

“Èske rad yo pare?” Izaso looked away from the Princess’ face towards where the other women were smoothing out a lilac colored hanbok that had many more pieces than the Escistan Iro ati Buba that the Princess wore earlier. Wheein giggled as she grabbed the matching socks and shoes. Everything was ready; they just needed the Princess's body.

Fatsani spoke up and answered Izaso’s question that everything was ready. Satisfied with Princess Keena’s hair, Izaso and Yongsun each placed a hair pin neatly in place before they led the Princess over to the bed and stepped back to allow for Fatsani and Hyejin to handle the dressing. Princess Keena removed her dressing gown and followed the simple instructions that Hyejin gave while Fatsani assisted with the unknown garments. The Princess counted in her head each item that was placed onto her body, and she was surprised that seven items didn’t feel heavy at all. Her range of motion was still flexible and when Izaso placed her dressing gown back on, the Princess sighed.

“There are five more pieces that need to be worn,” Wheein had explained. “However, we will get back to your etiquette lessons until it’s time for the banquet.”

Once again, at the desk with Hyejin, Princess Keena started her lessons while the rest of the women tidied up the room. Limbani came over the small desk and suggested that the Princess take a break and enjoy some refreshments that were brought in. Princess Keena agreed and Lambani carried a tray of small sweets over.

“What you have in front of you is Yakgwa, a honey pastry -” Byulyi pointed to the deep fried treat. “- Bukkumi, a rice cake dumpling with sweet red beans -” Byulyi again pointed to another treat that was shaped like white half moons with colorful edible flowers on them “- and lastly, we have Dasik, a tea cookie!” Byulyi beamed, as she offered the plate of small colorful cookies to the Princess.

“These all look wonderful. Thank you for sharing them with me.” Princess Keean tried the Bukkumi first, and she enjoyed the soft and chewy texture. While she ate and practiced her etiquette, Princess Keena offered the treats to the women, and they all agreed that it was best to partake so that the Princess could show what she learned.

Once the treats were eaten, Yongsun called for someone to take the empty trays away and Princess Keena started to get restless. The sun hadn’t set much, it was just past midday which meant there was still a lot of time that needed to pass before the banquet.

“Would you like to rest before the banquet?” Yongsun offered and Izaso had started to protest when Yongsun motioned towards the bed.

“May I step outside for some air?” Princess Keena requested and Yongsun looked towards the door.

“I will ask for a guard to guide you.”

Yongsun stepped out of the room and Wheein jumped to her feet. “If you are going out, we need to finish getting you dressed, Princess.”

Princess Keena nodded her head and watched as Wheein and Hyejin rushed about the room, a different hanbok in their arms.

“So that your hanbok for the banquet doesn’t get dirty during your walk, Princess.” Byulyi explained as she grabbed matching socks and shoes.

"Izaso, Alinafe, Fatsani, Limbani, ak Chimika, yo ranvwaye ou. Tanpri repoze byen epi jwi aswè a."

Princess Keena’s servants crossed their arms over their chest and bowed their heads before they took their leave and soon after Yongsun came back into the room while the other women were dressing the Princess.

“Minho has been tasked with escorting you, Princess. Your guard Aga is outside as well.”

“Thank you, Yongsun.” Princess Keena smiled brightly and held onto Hyejin and Wheein while Byulyi helped her into her footwear. The hanbok that the Princess wore was cream colored with light and dark shades of pink throughout that tied everything together. Princess Keena waited while Yongsun opened the door and Aga stood tall in a fresh new uniform that matched the guard beside him. "Koulè yo kostim ou, Aga."

Aga smoothed down his new uniform and grunted before he offered Princess Keena his arm while the guard beside him bowed deeply. “I am Choi Minho and it would be my honor to lead you through our gardens, Princess.”

Minho was charming, he had a strong face and eyes that were very expressive. He was older than Aga and that made the Princess trust him more. Princess Kenna bowed her head as she placed her hand on Aga’s arm.

“I leave myself in your care, Minho.”

Minho led the way through the palace with the Princess, Aga, Wheein and Hyejin in tow, Servants and guards alike all stopped and bowed when the Princess passed by. She kept her head held high and once outside in the fresh air; Princess Keena inhaled the flora scents around her. Many scents she had not smelled before and it was all a little overwhelming. Wheein stepped away to grab another round of refreshments for the Princess while she enjoyed her time outside. Minho led the Princess to a small gazebo that was on the edge of what looked to be a cherry blossom garden. Each breeze lifted fallen petals into the air and Princess Keena watched with sparkling eyes as the petals waltzed around her. Princess Keena sat on the pale green bench and stared out at the cherry blossom trees, as a million different thoughts swirled in her mind.

“Princess, would you care for some tea?” Hyejin offered as Wheein stepped into the gazebo.

Princess Keena nodded her head in thanks and waited silently as a cup of tea was poured for only herself.

“Minho?”

“Yes, Princess?” Minho turned to face the Princess and watched her with wide eyes.

“How many gardens are on the grounds?”

Minho thought for a moment, of course he knew the answer, but he had to check with himself to make sure. “Six gardens, Princess. I have been told that a seventh garden is in the process of being added.”

“This is a beautiful place. It’s peaceful and offers a sense of comfort.”

“Her Majesty is very fond of cherry blossoms.”

Princess Keena turned her face upward, reached out a hand and a cherry blossom petal fell into her palm. Aga watched with a fond hint of some memory in his eyes as the Princess closed her hand into a fist and pulled her hand to her chest. She whispered a quiet wish to the petal and opened her palm with a soft smile on her face. The breeze blew; up, up and away the petal went as it carried the Princess’ unknown wish.

The petal was carried on the wind, lightly and surely as it soon found home on the shoulder of Prince Yoongi. He sat by his window, the sunlight warmed him from the outside in, with his eyes closed. When the petal landed on his shoulder, Yoongi’s eyes opened slowly, and he glanced at his shoulder. The petal stood out, small, pink and fragile against his blood red robes and he carefully plucked it between his fingers.

Prince Yoongi stared at the petal silently and turned his attention back to the sun outside. He sighed and reached his hand out the window, before he parted his fingers and let the petal continue its journey. He watched the petal as it flew alone, and he frowned to himself unsure why he felt a sudden rush of longing.

“Hoseok!” Prince Yoongi called out and shortly after, Hoseok appeared beside him right outside of his window. “Where is the Princess?”

“Princess Keena is in the cherry blossom garden.”

Yoongi blinked slowly at the information and stood from his seat. “Let’s go.”

“Wait! Your hair!” Hoseok grabbed the sleeve of Prince Yoongi’s gangsapo and climbed through the window. “Her Majesty will have my head if I let you walk around with your hair like this.” Hoseok pushed the Prince towards his vanity and quickly fixed his topknot before he deemed the Prince good enough to be seen outside of his chambers.

Together, Prince Yoongi and Hoseok left the bed chambers and made their way to the cherry blossom garden. In the distance Prince Yoongi saw the Princess under the gazebo as she chatted away. Prince Yoongi fought the smile that tugged at his lips and the moment Minho saw him, the older man cleared his throat and bowed deeply. Princess Keena looked in the direction of which Minho was bowing, and she rose to her feet while the others around her bowed.

Prince Yoongi stood before the Princess and she gave him a pleasant bow before she greeted him with that charmed smile of hers. The Prince stared at the Princess and bowed slightly, “Hello, Princess.”

#soc yoongi #blackthorn ch 1 #dragon!yoongi #bts fantasy au #bts royal au #bts yoongi

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themarginalthinker · 5 months

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Whiteout

(There was a time before Santa Carla. Before the boys knew each other. )

tw: blood, implications of assault)

It's snowing outside.

The flakes are the sort that are small, more tiny balls of frozen water than true flakes. It doesn't drift to the ground in large, soft clumps to gather and cloak the world in a gentle blanket, to smooth the edges of the harsh. No, when David turns his head, against the screaming of his skin, he sees only the wall of white.

Not that there had been much to see in the first place. Out there, beyond the window sill, beyond the curtains and open shutters and glass, was only dead prairie and and endless land of sky.

The sky was gone, tonight. Lost under white.

David's eyes track the way it rolled towards the window, the inn. A whiteout. Any fool outside would be lost in it, no fire staying lit in something like this, and in a land of nothing but scrub grass and idly rolling hills, where towns were like islands in the vastness, one could pass them as a ship in the night and never know. The lights of the lamps hidden in the unending downpour from the heavens.

Hidden and unknown. Unseen.

A man may walk right past his salvation in this icy hell.

"David."

The call of his name from the doorway sends a jolt through him. He'd hear d the footsteps. Felt the presence before he'd seen him.

The pillow is cold an damp under his head where he'd bled on the linen.

Max doesn't repeat himself. He only steps closer, shoes - he's apparently dressed again already - tap closer. There is no other sound. No breathing, no heartbeat. Dead man walking.

His body blocks the window from David's view. The bed is cast into blackness.

Above David, he is haloed in the lightness from the window, a small circle shining off the edge of his glasses. Max reaches out and brushes fingers over David's forehead, pushing back the short bangs.

"You should get up. Get clean."

His fingers trail down, to David's neck. They dig into open flesh, watching the cold vitae whell around them before withdrawing.

David's jaw twitches, but no more.

A wet lapping. Tongue against claws.

"I expect you down stairs soon."

The body above him moves, and David's vision is white again. Max leaves the room, the tiniest creak of hinges the only indication he's really gone, before the silence wraps itself like those fingers around David's throat.

The whiteout has reached them fully. The window shows nothing. Just white.

David rolls over, the sheets cold against his bare body.

He watches the empty world.

#the lost boys #david tlb #max tlb #drabbles

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zoeysdamn · 1 year

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Terrible thing - Part.4 | Morpheus x reader x Hob

[Part.3]

Unfortunately, Hob’s happiness didn’t last long. The first two decades had been filled with joy and delight, and you had been here to witness some of it. You had dropped by to the Gadling’s home few times over their years of marriage, quite more often than you usually did. You liked Eleaonor’s company, and were always delighted to hang out with Hob. Their joy culminated at the highest point when they welcomed their son Robyn into the world. When they had asked you if you wanted to hold him when you visited them a few months later, you almost broke into tears as you held the small infant in your arms. After that, you had only returned once in a while. Because even if you enjoyed their company, you had realized that you needed to let them grow together as a family. Plus, the fact that you didn’t age would end up to raise suspicions. So you cut short your visits, and less than a decade later Eleanor passed away. The news of her passing didn’t reach you right away but soon enough to find Hob still deep in grief. When you knocked on the large house’s door and one of the maids recognized you, you knew by the sad look on her face that your visit might yet be too soon. She led you to her master’s room, where dark curtains were still blinding the windows as a sign of grievance. The limp figure of Hob was slouched in one of the chairs, facing away from anyone who could be entering the room. But even with the half lighted room and the way his head was hanging low, you could see how deep the dark circles went under Hob’s eyes, or the broken look in his eyes.

“Oh Hob” you whispered as your heart clenched at this sight.

If he heard you, he didn’t show any sign of it. You approached him carefully and went to kneel next to his chair. After a second of hesitation you slowly put your hand on his in a comforting gesture. His hand barely twitched at your touch.

“I’m so sorry for your loss, Hob” you breathed out in a tight voice. “If there is any way of which I can be of support, know that I’m here”

The cold and heavy silence that answered you made the lump in your throat ever more tight, bringing tears in the corner of your eyes. Then Hob’s lips started to move, trembling and barely escaping a sound.

“What could you possibly do for me?...”

His whispered words broke your heart even more. You had never felt so helpless to one’s overwhelming grief, not even your own when Morpheus had broken your heart. Unsure of what to do, you still lay your other hand on Hob’s shoulder, and this time he looked up to you. You had never witnessed such pain and distress in his usual cheerful eyes. They had used to be so full of life and warmth, but now all that was left was an endless pit of despair. He looked at you for long seconds, where his agard gaze seemed to be unable to register anything. And suddenly the tears that had long dried out rolled on his cheeks once again.

“She’s gone…she’s really gone (Y/N)” he whimpered in a broken sob and you could only hug him tightly in return.

As Hob sobbed in your shoulder and gripped onto your arm you tried to soothe him the best you could, and to ignore the way your heart bled along his. Eleanor had been what you could call a friend, and seeing a man you loved in such a broken state put you into a sadness like you had never known before. The both of you stayed like this for a long time, as much as Hob needed. You let him cry the hardest he could, not bothering if someone heard him. He had tried so hard to keep a strong posture for the sake of appearances and for his son. But there, as you hugged him, he could allow himself to embrace fully the grief that had been eating him from the inside since Eleanor’s death. After long and painfully needed minutes, Hob slightly tugged himself out of your embrace. You half-heartedly let him go, but kept one of your hands on his shoulders, not yet ready to make him go back again to his loneliness. And by the way he cradled your hand in his, you knew he was silently grateful for that.

“Do you want to talk about this?” you asked softly, to which Hob answered by shaking his head.

“No…I’m…I can’t face the past now it’s…it’s too soon”

You nodded silently, secretly understanding him very well.

“I don’t know if I can go on without her” he whimpered weakly.

“You can” you soothed in a soft voice, “You’re not alone in this Hob. Think of your son, of your friends, we’re all here to help you go through this, no matter how painful it feels right now”

Hob sniffled loudly and with some relief, you noticed the tiniest spark of light igniting in his eyes at the mention of his son. It immediately became clouded with unbearable sadness and self-conscious grief.

“Robyn isn’t even 8 and he had already lost his mom…god what kind of father am I?” he sobbed, burying his face in his hands.

You gently took his hands in yours to softly make him look at you again, through his teary gaze, “The kind who tries his best” you reassured him. “No one is prepared to face a loved one’s passing, no matter how long they have lived”

He held your gaze with pleading eyes.

“Will it ever get any better with time?...”

With a sad smile you shook your head in defeat.

“No, I’m afraid not”

Your words didn’t ease his aching heart. But at least the ghost of the tiniest smile lingered on his lips for less than a second to your honesty. You may not be able to soothe his pain, but at least you warned him; and you were there for him.

“I need to take care of my family” he muttered in a resigned tone. “Robyn needs me, I…I can’t let him down now that she’s…now that there’s only us left”

You nodded with an encouraging smile, quite surprised by the fast resignation and the courage that had been needed to pull it. You were proud of Hob; and even if you knew he was going to face several more difficult years, the knowledge that he wasn’t alone in this made you hopeful. As he tried to stand up from his chair you stopped him with a grounding hand on his shoulder. Looking at you in surprise, Hob’s eyes gave you a questioning look.

“Take the time you need to grieve for her. Make peace with your memories together, then you will be able to help your son facing the loss of his mother, and go forwards together”

He gulped, “What if I can’t forget about this pain?”

“No one expects you to,” you said with a sad smile, “It just doesn’t have to consume you. The love you have for your son can avert that”

He let out a sad chuckle “I wonder what you have been through to be this wise, (Y/N)”

You smiled at him and took a few steps back, letting go of his shoulder and taking a look at his general figure. He was still slouched on a chair and his shoulders slumped, but you knew he was resigned to try to overcome his grief. He would struggle, but you had faith in him.

“I’ll come back soon” you promised as you took his hand in yours once again. “If you’ll let me, I’ll come to check on you both more often so you won’t be alone in this”

He smiled softly at you “I’d like that”

You couldn’t help but smile again. With one last nod of your head, you started to walk away, slowly letting go of his hand. But as you turned back, you felt him grasp your wrist once more. Intrigued, you turned your head in his direction.

“Actually…” he said slowly, “I have a favor to ask you”

“Of course” you said, “Ask away”

The fact that he refused to face you made you frown. With careful steps, you approached him so you stood next to his chair. Even with you this close to him, Hob didn’t meet your gaze, turning away his face like he was afraid to tell you something.

“What is it?” you pressed gently.

“I…I don’t think it would be wise for you to come to see me for some time”

You frowned, not understanding what he meant, “What do you mean?”

Hob took a deep breath before channeling the courage to slowly turn his head, and look at you with sorry eyes.

“I think it’d be best for me if you don’t come to visit me for a long time”

Tears welled up in your eyes and you felt yourself becoming light-headed at his words, like a punch in the gut. Hob was asking you to not see him while all you wanted was simply to help him. It felt like the day where Morpheus had admitted his cheating to you was playing over and over again. A man you loved had stabbed you in the gut, and you stood there helpless as pieces of your heart crumbled at your feet.

“Why?...” you breathed out in a trembling voice.

The half-hearted smile Hob gave you felt like the last straw.

“Because you remind me of Eleanor too much…and I don’t know if I can handle this for the time being”

“Why?” you asked again, not getting where this was coming from.

He gave your hand a soft squeeze.

“Because I love you both, that is why”

The sob you choke on was the only thing that reminded you that what he had said had been real. Your heart should have been fluttering by hearing this; yet it was only clenching even harder. The prospect that Hob loved you too couldn’t make you forget his words.

“Guess we’ll never find a good time for us, uh?” you whispered in a broken voice.

He shook his head. As he gently let go of your hand, you knew you couldn’t make him change his mind.

“Farewell Hob”

This wasn’t a goodbye; you knew you would see each other again, when Hob would be ready to. But it certainly sounded like it in your heart. What a tricky thing that love was.

Nearly a century passed as you went on without seeing Hob. During that time you went through your heartbreak by busying yourself with your duties as the Queen of the Dreaming, and thanks to the presence of Morpheus. For the first few years, your husband had felt your distress and had tried to get you to confide in him. Although it was a sweet gesture from him, you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him that your heart had been broken by Hob Gadling. For you had noticed that Dream was actually quite fond of him, despite his better judgment. If he was never going to admit that they were friends, you knew how he would react if he knew that Hob caused your sadness in any way. And you didn’t want them to ruin their friendship over your poor little heart. Something convinced you that Dream’s meetings with Hob, even though rarer than yours used to be, were doing good to your husband. You loved them both with all you had, and you couldn’t bring yourself to be the cause of their splitting.

Morpheus had tried everything he could to make you feel better. Although he didn’t know the reason for your lingering sadness, he had been at your side every step of the process of feeling better, everytime you allowed him to. And you did let him more than once. The anger you had felt toward him was practically long gone, even if his faults were never going to be forgotten. You let him love you, and you let yourself feel and express all the love you had for him. In the same way you had advised Hob to go onwards, you tried to follow your advice on your own relationship with Dream. Nights where you slept in your own chambers became rarer and rarer, and at some point, you even felt like you had at last overcome your anger and found a new solid relationship with him. And you felt finally happy with Morpheus.

But the absence of Hob in your life was still tainting your heart in the most painful way. The more time passed knowing he didn’t wish to see you, the more you acknowledged your love for him.

The first time Morpheus actually talked about Hob with you was after their meeting in 1689.

“I have met Hob Gadling today” he said as you were both walking through the Dreaming, arms linked together.

“You meet every century, right?” you asked, interested by the prospect that Hob still kept his word to meet Morpheus even in his distressed state. The last time you had seen him had been 70 years ago.

Morpheus nodded, “Indeed. It is fascinating to see that he still wishes to live despite the great losses he had faced through this century”

“Losses?” you repeated, “What do you mean?”

“He had lost his wife and his son quite early” explained your husband, internally pleased that you shared his interest with his…acquaintance. “His fortune and social status didn’t make it either”

A lump grew in your throat at that news. You didn't know that Robyn had died. It was to be expected of course, but knowing that it had apparently happened way too soon in his life…poor Hob.

“I see…” you mumbled pensively. “Did you offer him some support on that matter?”

Morpheus frowned slightly at you, intrigued by your question.

“How so, my love?”

The familiar nickname brought a small smile on your face. It was only recently that you had made clear that you were alright with him using it again, and Dream sure knew when to use it to ease your heart.

“You had lost a son too” you reminded him softly.

His face darkened a little at Orpheus’ mention. But more than that, he shut his emotions down at the very first second of you bringing up the topic. Your relationship was almost steady. The both of you had sometimes an off time, because of small fights or mutual moody reactions, but it was overall solid. And through this reconstruction of this relationship, of course you had talked about Morpheus’ liaison with Calliope. But the subject of Orpheus was still taboo.

“Why would I have shared it with him?” he muttered in a tone lower than usual.

“Why wouldn't you?” you answered back immediately.

Morpheus’ irritation to your intrusive questions was palpable but you wouldn’t let this go. You had a point to make, that Morpheus had been wrong.

"Careful of what you're implying here (Y/N)" said Dream in an almost menacing tone to which you didn't even flinched, "I don't like the way you're questioning my actions"

"And what am I implying that upsets you so?" you asked, ignoring his dark tone that would have made you back down and apologize centuries ago. "That there was nothing wrong with you confiding in someone you trust? That you may have been able to admit you found a friend in Hob Gadling?"

"Watch your words here, my queen" he warned again. "You don't get to define a mere partnership I share with—"

"It's not just a partnership!" you interrupted him with an irritated tone this time, as you broke your arm free from his to stand in front of him. "For the love of the universe, you're meeting him every century to inquire about his well being, it is a relationship beyond a mere arrangement!"

The surprised look on Morpheus' face to your sudden outburst was an accurate indication of how quickly your exchange had turned out. He was usually calm and rather composed, and even you were surprised by your loss of control. But you knew how much those meetings meant to Hob, how their friendship mattered. Hearing Dream treating it so coldly and refusing to even admit they were friends angered you. This 1689 meeting had maybe been the only source of comfort to Hob in the last few years and your husband was being petty about the label of their relationship.

Your angry outburst seemed to have taken Dream aback but to have also eased his own anger, as he now bowed his head in humility.

"Apologies my love" he said in a much softer tone that helped you calm down a little. "I didn't realize you were this…invested in the meetings Hob and I have"

The mention of his name almost made you smile but you were still upset with your husband.

"Of course I care about them!" you snapped, then softened with a small fond smile, "You're always glad when the date comes around, it brings you joy"

He started to frown slightly, "I am not joyful at this prospect"

"Please," you said with a snort, "I am your wife, I know you. And you promised me that you would never lie to me again"

What you saw next honestly surprised you; Morpheus averted his gaze shyly and the tiniest of smiles tugged on his lips. For the briefest moment, you saw a look in his eyes that you knew too well. A soft, fond gaze, with lingering affection. Attachement. Feelings. Love. At this moment, you wondered to whom it was addressed to. Not being sure of the answer strangely didn't bother you. But that only took half a second then his usual cold yet lost gaze was back.

You sighed softly as you put a hand on his cheek.

"There is nothing wrong with admitting enjoying someone's company, my love" you said softly.

"I do not need friendship" he insisted, though in a less aggressive tone.

You sighed heavily; even if you were sure that there was more than that for Morpheus, you knew you wouldn't make him change his mind. Your husband might feel everyone's dreams, but you were the most empathic of the two. And you felt how much this put him on edge, no matter how hard you would try to talk about it.

"That's the problem with you Morpheus," you muttered, slowly letting go of his cheek. "You push everyone away rather than face your own feelings. Maybe that's why every relationship you have ends up as a disaster"

A look of hurt and shame flashed behind his eyes, but deep down he knew you were right. So when you turned away after one last small smile, he didn't try to stop you. It would take some time for the two of you to reconcile again, he knew as much as you did that the both of you would come back together again. But for now, the bitter truth was something he needed to process.

You, on the other hand, needed to plan your return in the Waking World. It was time for you to see Hob again.

Your information had led you to a hospice in downtown Nottingham. The place was filthy and full of death and dread, but at least it has a roof and a semblance of warmth. Still, your heart ached at the thought of Hob hiding himself here. He wasn't here to heal, he was here to rot and punish himself.

The sight of fortune beds full of pained and sick people in an utter degree of filth gave you nausea. In a hushed tone, you asked a nun who was carrying a platter full of bloodied bandages if she could help you. With a nod of her hands she mentioned one of the dim lighted corridors and you thanked her, silently making your way to it.

Among the dreadful looking rooms, you finally noticed a slumping figure that was painfully familiar. Half laying on the dirty floor, Hob looked empty of all life, even if the slow rising of his chest proved otherwise.

"Oh Hob" you sobbed as you knelt at his side, "What has life done to you?"

You saw his lips move slightly, trying to make up a word to utter, unsuccessfully.

"I'm going to get you out of here" you promised him, cradling his dirty cheek in your hand.

He tried to speak once again but only ended up making incoherent sounds and grumbles. You wondered how long he had been here to rot. Putting one of your arms under his, you tried to hoist him up in a standing position. Despite his blurry mind his body surprisingly responded automatically and followed your movement. With Hob slumping against your shoulder you slowly made your way to the inn you had rented a room to. The walk was clumsy, with him tripping every two steps but the both of you eventually made it to your destination. The innkeeper gave you a strange look but didn't make any comments as he saw your pair stumbling into his establishment at such a late hour of the night. Nor when you asked him to bring up a basin of warm water and clean clothes to your room.

You climbed the stairs at a slow pace and when you finally reached your room and opened its door with your foot, it seemed that Hob's mind had finally woken up.

"(Y/N)... You're here" he mumbled clumsily.

"Yeah I'm here Hob, don't worry" you tried to reassure him as you made him sit on a stool.

"Wh're are weh?" he stammered weakly, mind still fogged and unsure of his surroundings.

"We're at an inn, you're safe" you promised. "We're going to clean you up a bit, okay? Then you will take some rest"

He nodded, and with some of your help managed to get rid of the rag of a shirt he was wearing. Someone knocked at the door and you went to respond and retrieve the warm water basin you had asked for. The man also gave you a change of clothes and towels, for which you thanked him thoroughly before returning your attention to Hob. He seemed to slowly recompose his mind, but it was clear that he was still a bit lost. Setting the water and the supplies on a nearby table you knelt in front of him once again.

“There’s water, soap and clean clothes” you said softly to him, “Do you need help, or do you think you can do this alone?”

He shook his head slowly, “ ‘m fine. I’m just gonna do this slow”

You squeezed his hand as a sign of support and got up slowly.

“I’m going to leave you some privacy, but if you need help I’ll be downstairs for a while, okay?”

Hob nodded again and you started to make your way out of the room. You gave a last glance at him, seeing him move with slow but steady movements, and with reassurance you closed the door on your way out.

Two hours later, you came back. Rasping your knuckles against the wooden door, you knocked softly; no response. Opening the door slowly you entered the room without a noise. Hob was huddled on the bed, sound asleep. The sight lifted all worries of your shoulders; he was safe now. Settling yourself on a nearby chair next to the bed, you tried to set yourself in a somewhat comfortable position and closed your eyes. Tomorrow would be better and for now, you both needed a well-deserved sleep.

It was the warmth tickle of sun rays that woke you up the next morning. Your eyelids fluttered slowly as a soft light started to bathe the room in the early hours of the morning. For a moment, you wondered where you were, not recognising any of the furniture, before remembering the previous evening. Your gaze directed immediately to Hob’s still asleep form and your heart flooded in relief. Stretching a bit to chase the soreness of your muscles you got up off your chair and sat down on the bed next to him. With a look of fondness, you gently tucked a strand of hair out of his face. The soft contact elicited a sight from him, waking him up slowly. His half-lidded eyes seemed a bit lost at first but when he caught sight of your smiling face, his whole face lit up in relief.

“You’re still here” he rasped, not quite believing what he was seeing.

“I am” you smiled, “I wasn’t going to abandon you”

Hob’s eyes traced the outline of your face, like he was making sure it was truly you and not another of the desperate visions his mind created in his grief. One of his hands clumsily searched for your own and he wrapped his fingers around yours as he was afraid that you could vanish at any moment.

“You’re really here” he repeated with a smile and a tear in his warm brown eyes.

All you could do was to smile at his emotional reaction, caressing his hand with your thumb. He must have been alone for so long, it both saddened you and brought you relief to know that he wasn’t alone anymore.

“I’m so glad to see you” he sobbed with a smile, “I wasn’t sure that you wanted to see me again”

As his eyes filled with tears again you shushed him softly, dropping a kiss on his forehead.

“There’s nothing to torture yourself about” you assured with a gentle voice, “You were grieving, and you needed space. We all do sometimes”

You leaned back, looking at him with loving eyes.

“I could never give up on you, Hob”

He looked at you with the eyes of a man that was seeing the sun for the first time, star-stucked and hopelessly disarmed.

“I love you” he breathed out.

Despite the choked sob of surprise, you couldn’t help but smile at his words. This seemed so unreal, yet you knew it was true.

“I think I have loved you for a long time” he continued as his hand went up to caress your cheek. “I’m sorry it had took me so long to told you so”

You slightly shook your head, while leaning into his touch.

“Don’t apologize for this. I was glad to be your friend for all the time you would want, because you’re a good man Hob”

He smiled fondly at you.

“And I love you too” you added in the softest voice.

Despite his best behavior, Hob let out a nervous laugh in disbelief.

“You do?”

You nodded, bending closer to his face to bring your forehead against his, “I do” you whispered softly. “With all of my heart”

Hob let out a relieved chuckle, heart bursting with joy. He had felt so lost for so many years after Eleanor and Robyn’s deaths, so alone and angry. He had never wished to die, but the gaping hole in his heart turned his life into a never-ending painful sorrow. And in the middle of his constant plaguing whirlwind of dreadful thoughts, the eye of the hurricane was this quiet image of you. You, your smiles, your laughs and the light that radiated from it. You had always been what had been his lifeline, the one thought he could cling onto. And now you were here, very much real and in his arms.

Hob’s lips found yours in a soft, longing kiss that made your heart swell. The gentle caress of your lips against the other’s lingered with long craved affection and feelings that the both of you had always had, but never disclosed that way. You sighed as one of Hob’s hands cradled the back of your neck to deepen the kiss, to which you responded gladly, opening your mouth on his. He tasted like sun and coal, a rich and comforting essence you craved ever more at each passing second of your kissing. Your hands cradled his face, caressing the rough skin of his cheeks and the way your bodies pressed against the other in response made you feel light-headed. The thought of Morpheus should have been a warning, a blazing alarm in your mind screaming at you. But it felt right. Kissing Hob with all the love you felt for him felt right; pressing against him and moaning against each other’s mouths felt right. In fact, the thought of your husband only enhanced your willingness to dove further into this newfound intimacy; because it felt so different with Hob, yet so familiar. The both of them didn’t have to rival in your heart, for they held the same importance. You loved them, and at last you felt whole again. The moan Hob let out as your tongue swirled around his own reminded you of how much you had needed him, and you hurriedly got rid of your nightgown.

As you broke the kiss to pull the fabric over your head, Hob’s hand found their way on your naked tights, gaze glassy and lips swollen as well as erratic breathing. Although he couldn’t deny the mix of lust and adoration in his eyes slowly tracing your naked form, he couldn’t help but give you a slightly concerned look.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked gently, slowly drawing slow circles on your tights with his thumbs. “I don’t want you to feel pressured”

Your heart melted at his kind thoughtfulness and you reached down to caress his cheek with your hand.

“I’m sure” you said “I’ve never been more sure about something in my life”

He smiled at you and slightly rose up to kiss you again. Your hands immediately found their way on his neck and jaw, slowly responding to the kiss. Despite your sudden shedding of clothing, nothing was rushed. It was slow and passionate, kisses that made you moan and licks on his jaw that made him grip on your tights harder. Hob wasn’t opposed to taking his time with you, to make love to you slowly and caress every inch of you. But the way your soft body was pressed against him made his mind fuzzy with desire and he let go of one of his gripping hands on your side to fiddle with the lacing of his pants. Feeling his hand struggling under you, you slightly raised your hips, eliciting a moan from Hob at the sudden loss of contact against his hardening groin. You reached down to help him lower his pants, your other hand resting on his naked chest just above his beating heart. Once both naked, you gazed at each other's eyes for a moment, hands slowly mapping each other’s body with tender caresses.

Your mouth dove on his once again, and as you kissed him deeply you reached for his hard length, making him moan into your mouth. When you lined him with your wet entrance and slowly lowered yourself, it was your turn to let out a high-pitched moan.

“You’re alright?” asked Hob between ragged breaths in a concerned tone.

You nod, slowly regaining your breath as you didn't dare to move further.

“Yeah I- it’s been a while”

Hob offered a gentle smile and kissed the tip of your nose, your chin, cheekbones softly.

“It’s alright” he whispered in a comforting tone, “Take all the time you need, love”

You smiled softly at him, lightly nipping his jaw with small kisses. As you relaxed under his tender caress, you finally lowered yourself deeper and deeper, making him curse softly into a moan as you took him fully into you. His body responded on its own with a hard snap of his hips that made you gasp in a sinful sound that would dwell in Hob’s mind for a long time. With slow and firm movements you started to rock against him, moaning at every sensation. Hob gently gripped on your hips as he buried his face against your neck, trying to control his ragged breathing while thrusting his hips back to yours. Your slow and sloppy motions quickly turned into more pressing ones and you let out a wanton moan with your head thrown backwards, when you felt him graze against your most sensitive spot. The tight clench of your pussy made Hob fall on his back once again, a hot white light exploding behind his eyelids.

“Fuck” he panted “Don’t stop love”

You grounded yourself with both hands on his chest, grinding harder on him with every thrust of his hips. You felt yourself getting tighter and tighter as the growing desire built up in your stomach, fuelling your erratic pace. One of your hands came to cling onto Hob’s biceps as you felt him twitch inside of you, and after a sharp thrust of his hips he let out a long moan, painting your inside with his hot seed. It didn’t take you long either to reach your own release, your core clenching and pulsing around him. As you came undone above him, Hob’s only thought in his lust-clouded mind was about how angelic and perfect you looked at this moment.

While you tried to catch your breathing, you felt your legs wobbling, sore from your previous activities. Hob felt it too, and with a delicate gesture gently monitored the both of you to roll over, with him now on the top of you. Then he slowly pulled himself out of you, careful to not hurt you and caressed your face lovingly. You gazed at him with teary eyes and a soft smile.

“I love you” you breathed out.

He smiled lovingly and laid himself next to you, before kissing your lips gently.

“I love you too,” he said.

With that, he snuggled his face against your neck, sighing in contentment. one of your hands found its way to his hair, stroking it softly, and he snatched his arms around your middle, cuddling closer to you.

As you laid there, entangled in each other’s embrace, you finally felt whole. Your heart was swelling, and for the first time in centuries, it seemed at peace. The only thing you longed for was for Morpheus to be here too. Because you needed him as much as you needed Hob. And maybe you’d find complete happiness after all those years.

[Part.5]

A/N: sorry for the delay of this long-ass part but dAMN reader and Hob are finally mingling together about damn time And yes this chapter is litteraly just angst, smut and fluff I have legit no idea of what I’m doing eheh (especially on the smut part, I legit wanted to do a smut-free fic to try to only suggest thinking it would be an interesting way of writing and I oop--)

Anywaaaayyyy curious about how things will turn out now, uh? Beware of the incoming Dreamling content with the date meeting of 1789 aka the “hoe eyes meeting”

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You look good, open casket good…

Chapter II, Time of the season

Amy takes up Blaine’s offer, against the pleas of her coworkers…

Word count: 2,028

Slight smut warning, next chapter will be full on ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Time of the season

“Please Ames I’m begging you, he’s not a nice person, don’t get involved with him!”

Ravi pleaded with her, following her around the morgue like a lost puppy.

“Why? What did he do? It can’t be that bad? I mean you met my ex… can’t be worse than him?” She joked but not a single laugh was heard, instead she was met with stern looks. Ravi didn’t want to tell her, what would he say ‘oh yeah he killed a bunch of teenagers, turned multiple people into zombies, oh yeah he’s a brain/drug dealer!’…no, she’d just ask why they didn’t get Clive to arrest him, and there was no time to explain everything.

“I’ll just drop by, it couldn’t hurt? I probably won’t even take his offer, wouldn’t want to leave you…” she smirked at him, packing up her things for the day before leaving for home.

“I’ll see you Monday, don’t worry about me!” She waved at Ravi and left through the bay doors, shouting a quick “bye!” To Liv.

The air was cold and wet as the rain hit the pavement, autumn was Amy’s favourite time of year, the weather, the falling leaves, the endless horror movies and not to mention the Halloween (which at her play was all year round) decorations…

She smiled as she opened her car door, a beautiful 1967 Ford Mustang in olive green, her dream car. She’d saved up for it all her life, and when she moved to the US she knew she had to have one, she could deal with not affording dinner or not having curtains in her apartment, if she had that car.

The radio was blaring loud as she drove home, old rock songs playing, music by the Rolling Stones, the Beatles and the Zombies playing to set the mood, it was a perfect fall day.

She genuinely felt happy, no more stress from her relatives, old relationships, old jobs… she was starting anew, living the life she wanted. So there was no surprise on her neighbours face when she walked into her apartment lobby, whistling and walking with a spring in her step. “Good evening Ms Danes!”

When she finally sat down in her sofa, feet up, tv on, she reached into her pocket and pulled out the business card given to her by the admittedly attractive man who was sitting on an autopsy table earlier. Now that she thought about it, I guess it was kinda weird that Ravi was looking at him instead of him going to a usual doctor, but hey in America, who could blame him for not wanting to pay a fortune to get his blood pressure checked?

‘Blaine DeBeers, owner of Shady Plots funeral home, where we lay your loved ones to rest the right way’

Huh shady plots, bit on the nose…

She pulled out her phone and called the number on the back, slightly nervous from Liv and Ravis protests, but she couldn’t keep working in the morgue forever, she needed a real funeral home to truly show her craftsmanship, somewhere where families can come to see their loved ones without having to bear witness to slashed up victims and loose organs.

It only rang twice before he picked up “Blaine DeBeers, how can I help you!” She unconsciously smiled, feeling butterflies in her stomach.

“Hi this is Amy, the mortician from the morgue.”

“Oh Amy! Great I didn’t think you’d call” she could practically hear his smirk over the phone, which only made her more nervous, why did she feel this way?

“Did you not?” She joked “What a confident businessman!”

They talked for a bit, Amy telling him about her experience in Glasgow medical school before changing her major to mortuary school, how she worked in Hastings as an apprentice mortician before finally working in a quaint little funeral home on the sea front.

“This all sounds great, but uh- do you want to grab dinner tonight? Make it a business meeting, we can really get into the details.” She grinned in surprise at his offer. Fiddling with the cuff of her jeans.

“Yeah that sounds good-great! What time?”

They agreed on 8 o clock, it was now 5:30 so she had enough time to shower off the smell of formaldehyde and get into something nicer.

For the latter she decided on a long, silk, black dress with a slit going up the side, with a button up white shirt underneath to keep it somewhat casual, she wore her black Mary janes and carried a coffin shaped bag, yep she was that into her job.

She kept her makeup simple, black eyeliner and some fluffy fake lashes, and a dark plum lipstick to contrast her bright green eyes. She curled her hair and wore her favourite perfume, it’s been a while since she’s felt this nice.

She got into her car and drive to the agreed upon place, somewhere called “Ritos” some local Italian place, that was fancy enough for a business meeting, but still laid back enough to be crowded on a Friday night. She looked around for a bit before parking up and walking to meet the pale haired man, who was already waiting outside.

“Oh I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long!” Blaine smiled at her, taking her hand in a firm yet soothing hand shake.

“Don’t worry about it, I just got here!”

They made their way inside, Blaine pulling out her chair for her, she marvelled at the dark green walls, mauve velvet chairs and dark wool tables, plants hanging above the bar and waiters walking around in fancy suits, it was nice, comforting but still striking.

“So what brought you to Seattle?” He asked her while a waiter brought them two menus, smiling at them both before walking off to the dimly lit bartender, already asking for two wine glasses.

“Well…i guess just fate, the owner of my last business passed away, he was very old and he didn’t have any family to take it over, I didn’t feel ready yet and so I lost my job, I met Ravi in college and we talked and he mentioned that he was now working in a morgue, and I just needed to get away from everything, I just packed up and left, I was sick of my life there…” she looked down at her menu, studying the drinks.

“Sounds like an adventure, couldn’t have been easy… want a bottle of wine for the table?” He interjected himself.

“Oh actually, I don’t drink… recovering addict.” She said the last part quietly but Blaine heard, he nodded and smiled.

“Don’t worry they do a great non alcoholic wine here!” She looked up at him and smiled, usually people giver her strange looks or pressure her to drink whenever she says she doesn’t, but he listened, he respected her choice and didn’t push, she liked that.

The waiter returned with the bottle and poured them each a glass.

“Cheers, to new adventures!” Blaine raised his glass and winked at her, she couldn’t help but blush when they clinked glasses.

The rest of the night went smoothly, talking about work and personal stuff, they had a lot of laughs and really seemed to click, why was Ravi so I sit at not to involve herself with him? She didn’t understand, but frankly at this point she’s forgotten all about his warnings, she was instead just enjoying her night.

Around 12 they had eaten and Blaine happily paid the bill, against Amy’s insisting that she’d pay her half.

“It’s on the funeral home.” He laughed, shooting her a playful look.

“Want to see where you’ll be working?” He asked, walking out into the cool air, watching her light a cigarette.

“So I’ve got the job?” Her eyes were wide and she smiled. “Thank you so much you have no idea how great this is!” She restrained from jumping up and down in pure joy.

He smiled back at her, leading her to her car, telling her to follow him to shady plots.

She could barely contain her excitement while tailing him, she rang Ravi to tell him the good news but he didn’t answer, most likely sleeping, he never went out, never even on weekends.

She left him a voicemail instead.

When they pulled up to the beautiful Victorian home she couldn’t stop staring, the porch lights glowing an orange light and the windows were slightly stained pink, giving them a beautiful shine.

“You like it?” Blaine’s voice broke her from her trance as he took her hand. “Come on.” He lead her to the front door, pulling out his keys and opening the wooden front door, motioning for her to go inside.

“This place is gorgeous! I don’t know what to say!”

“It really is…” Blaine’s eyes burned into the side of her head, eyes blown with lust. He’d been holding back all night, not wanting to scare her off. Sure it was a little forward of him to invite her to shady plots as a ruse to sleep with her, but I mean, he couldn’t help it, and plus it wasn’t like he was lying to her, she got the job, if not only for her looks but for her undeniable qualifications.

He lead her around the house, showing her the viewing room, the morgue and finally his office, that’s where he planned on ending the night.

“So what do you think?” He smirked sitting down behind his desk, leaning back and gripping the arm rests, his eyes now only focused on the slightest sight of Amy’s leg through the slit in her dress.

“This place is amazing, I’m so happy you hired me…” she trailed off, still admiring the interior.

“Not as happy as I am I bet.” He joked but the slight growl in his voice was unmistakable. He couldn’t stop staring at her, her legs were pale and perfectly shaped, from her skin but muscled calves to her thick thighs, tattoos still scattered all over them, he couldn’t help but wonder what other tattoos she had, maybe in less… visible places. Her lips were full and plump, so soft and kissable, and those eyes, those unbelievable eyes, they were hypnotic, she must have this affect on everyone, how could anyone not go crazy looking at those beautiful green orbs.

She shifted in her seat, noticing his staring and feeling slightly uncomfortable, she wasn’t used to this attention, but she liked it.

Blaine searched for an excuse to get her closer to him, looking around the room before his eyes settles onto his small office window.

“Come here, there’s a great view of the city from here…” she followed him as he stood up and walked towards the small window, moving the drapes away just enough for her to see the lights of the skyline sparkle in the night.

She silently thanked the architect for making these windows so thin, as she was practically so close to him that he could smell her perfume, now hours old, radiating from her.

“Wow, it’s beautiful…”

She gazed out to the horizon, but Blaine’s gaze stayed on her.

“Amy?”

“Yeah?” She looked at him, eyes darting from his to his lips, she’d felt it all night too, this undeniable tension between them, a connection that was more than potential coworkers.

His hand reached for her chin, tipping it up before leaning down and kissing her, soft, slow and caring, her hands made their way to his neck, fingers twisting in his short hair. They pulled away, slightly breathless, looking in each others eyes in comfortable near-silence. Just the sound of the record player in the background.

There was a mutual understanding between them as Blaine walked backwards towards his office chair, still holding her before sitting down, pulling the gorgeous woman onto his lap.

She initiated the kiss this time, pulling him in tightly while his hands explored her body, settling on her hips, massaging them gently while her kisses became more needy and biting.

They both knew what would happen next…

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