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risingoftime · 5 months

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one night only

⤷ coriolanus snow x fem!reader: coriolanus’s classmates gets him a personal birthday present.

contains: 18+ MDNI, virginity loss, escort!reader, virgin!coriolanus, porn with plot, dub-con, smut, oral, p in v, sex work, slight orgasm denial, overstimulation.

word count — 2k

From above, you observed a line of women entering Pluribus's nightclub from the changerooms. Each woman seemed to cater to every man's fantasies, meticulously groomed and prepared for what the night might bring. As your turn to go on stage approached, the music transformed into a slow and seductive rhythm, signalling your cue. Taking one final swig of the strong white liquor, you felt a burning sensation as it went down your throat, causing your eyes to water. The spotlight illuminated the top of the staircase. It was now or never.

Your sheer daisy blue robe hinted at the white lace lingerie hidden underneath; almost everyone’s eyes were on you. Almost. A single gentleman by the bar with his friends kept his eyes on the stirring glass of moonshine that he held in his hand. He masked his face as bored and indifferent, but his body language communicated a different story, tight and wound up as if he’d be ready to bolt at any moment. It was evident that his friends dragged him here. He stood out like a sore thumb with his buzzcut light blonde hair and tall, broad physique. The lighting was low, but you knew who he was instantly: Coriolanus Snow, the first student-mentor from the Academy. He’d helped that girl from District 12. You’ve always had a soft spot for pretty boys, especially ones with deep pockets that would pay a hefty price for just one night.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we would like to introduce our one and only Capitol Gem.” It took everything within you not to roll your eyes at the nickname Pluribus had come up with as you descended the steps. Hoots and whistles erupted from the crowd as your hips swayed with each move, flowing through different positions to accentuate your flexibility. In a passive motion, you unwrapped your robe with a coy smile on your lips, entirely in character now. Gone was the girl from District 11. The song's base bounced off the wall, creating a numbing hum in your chest and ears. Combined with the liquor, it was easy to ignore the lust-filled stares. The robe cascaded at your feet, fully exposing your scantily covered body. Some men began throwing cash on stage, yelling, “Take it all off, baby.”

You swiftly climbed the pole, contorting your body to swirl around, allowing them to view you from all angles. This is what they came for, to watch you—whining your waist up and down while holding the rod, serving the fantasy of how you’d look when riding someone’s cock. Dropping into a split, the crowd went wild. Glancing at the public, you could see the other women beginning lap dances, writhing their bodies to the rhythm of the music. Coriolanus kept his eyes on the drink in hand, only glancing up to sip the moonshine. Your eyes met briefly, and he offered a shy smile before his friend caught his attention to whisper something in his ear. Coriolanus shook his head in protest, but his friend seemed too intoxicated to care about their friend's opinion. The man was slightly shorter with dark brown curls and had a big, goofy smile as he unfurled a fat wad of cash from his pocket. The friend pushed it against Coriolanus’s chest, forcing him to grip the money before it dropped on the dirty speakeasy floors. If you didn’t approach them now, then another girl would.

Elongating your body across the stage, you grabbed the miscellaneous bills of cash on the floor into a pile and stowed them away in the bag you hid by the steps. Pluribus knew your routine and smoothly transitioned to a new tune. With a charming smile, you quickly walked through the crowd, evading eager hands, keeping your eyes on the prize - Coriolanus Snow. But before you could approach him and introduce yourself, his unnamed friend positioned himself between you.

“Hello, Darlin, I’m Augustus,” he slurred your stage name as if it was meant to remain secret. His skin glistened, and the smell of alcohol reeked from his pores. Poor thing was drunk off of his ass. Augustus’s other friends watched, amused at him, while Coriolanus sorted and pocketed the money into his pants.

“What can I do for you, baby?”

“Oh no, not me! For my dear friend Coryo. It’s his birthday! Think he needs a private dance–”

“He needs more than that!” One of the boys quipped, earning quite a few laughs. There appeared to be only a few members from Capitol University, but you only saw walking dollar signs. “Well, it’s only your birthday for one night; I can make it worthwhile,” You replied. They nodded eagerly and practically shoved Coriolanus to stand in front of you. His eyes widened, and his face tinged pink with embarrassment.

“I– I’m sorry about them.” He fumbled over his words as he tried his hardest to keep eye contact and not wander further down to your breasts. You appreciated the effort. Quite the change of character in comparison to what you were used to.

“Don't worry, I don’t bite! But I do need to be paid before we go any further.” You looked up at him and his friends shyly, laying the innocent role on them thick, and they did not hesitate to hand you a sum of money that could cover all of your monthly costs. The sons of Capital families were always the easiest to deceive. They’d learn eventually.

You led Coriolanus upstairs to a simple and minimalist room, clean and warm. He let go of your hand before you could guide him to the bed.

“We don’t have to–”

“Don’t have to what… fuck? Are you a prude?” The question came off more blunt than you had intended; your surprise was evident. Many men of the Capitol fantasized about fucking a girl from the districts with the presumption of sex being more exotic with women who did not come from the same socioeconomic background. Yet he seemed bashful and unsure of how to converse with you and, nonetheless, have sex. “No, no, it’s not that…” His eyes wandered around the room, avoiding eye contact. In the dim lighting, you could still see his cheeks flush with embarrassment or perhaps from the alcohol - most likely both.

“Oh. You’re a virgin.” It became painfully apparent as his face deepened in shades from pink to beet red at your discovery. “It’s hard to believe the Coriolanus Snow hasn’t been with anyone. Has no one caught your eye? You are quite popular amongst the Capitol.” You walked to the bed and lay on the duvet facing him.

“There was this one girl, but it didn’t work out.”

“So you've never thought to act on impulse on your desires? or are you a romantic?” His answer to the question was inconsequential, but it would’ve been a lie to say you weren’t attracted or intrigued by the young man standing before you. The real question you wanted to ask was whether he’d act on his desires with you. Would he give in?

“I’m far from a romantic,” he confessed.

He walked to the bed and tentatively sat beside you. Coriolanus was watching you now, allowing his eyes to take you in. Your supple dark skin glowed in contrast to the crisp white lingerie set. If he looked closely, he would see your hardened nipples underneath the unlined lace. His heated gaze made you feel aroused without even being touched - a foreign sensation you hadn't felt in a while. Coriolanus's face drew closer to yours, lips mere inches apart.

You weren't sure who made the first move, but everything else faded away when his lips met yours. You took his bottom lip between your teeth, slightly tugging it to deepen the kiss. Coriolanus’s tongue slid over yours, and he tasted like mint and moonshine. You whispered between kisses, “Tell me what you want me to do to you, Snow.” Taking one of your hands, Coriolanus guided your hands to his clothed crotch. “Tell me,” you repeated with another kiss.

“Suck me off.”

Unbuckling Coriolanus’s pants revealed a deep v line to his long, girthy cock sprung free from his pants. He inhaled sharply as your tongue trailed his length from the base to the tip before taking the head of his dick in your mouth. You watched as Coriolanus bit back a moan while he watched began sucking the precum leaking from his slit.

“Oh fuck” he rasped. Your head began bobbing up and down his cock with lips wet from saliva, using your hands and mouth together to make sweet pressure build up in his core. The once untouchable Coriolanus Snow was like putty in your hands, whimpering and begging for you to provide him release. You looked up to meet his eyes as he watched and moaned pitifully, trying his best to hold back. Snow looked so pretty like this, vulnerable. “Shit, I- you’re so beautiful,” he groaned. Coriolanus inhaled sharply as you continued to suck his dick, taking it all in your mouth with precision.

“I’m going to cum” Coriolanus cried out.

As you removed his member from your mouth, strands of saliva trailed behind. You continued to stroke him slowly with your hands. "No, not yet. I'm not done with you," you said, shimmying out of your panties. Grinding your wetness against him, you teasingly rubbed your pussy against his cock. Positioning yourself to let your clit rub against him, you worked yourself up, feeling an indescribable need for more. Your tightness clenched around nothing, longing to be filled by Coriolanus. "Snow put it inside me." The chemistry between the two of you intensified.

Coriolanus fumbled with the condom before gliding it on his member. Sinking onto his cock, you were unsure if you can take it all. With each inch, your body shook, waves of pleasure overcame your body once he was entirely in, and arousal pooled between you. Digging his fingers into your ass, in a calm voice, “Your pussys’ so tight,” Coriolanus said. He pounded into you relentlessly as you straddled him. His hooded eyes trained on your cunt, taking him all in. Wet slapping sounds filled the room, betraying the explicit activities within.

“Fuck, slow down. I'm going to cum Corio-”

His lips overtook yours once more in a passionate kiss as he panted between each thrust. “Feel s’good,” Coriolanus slurred. His toned arms wrapped around you, locking you into position with no room to run from his dick, completely taking possession of your body. Your silky walls coiled around him, only for Coriolanus to take. Both of your waists moved frantically as the tension between the two was about to snap.

"Cum inside me, baby," you purred. Coriolanus was on the edge, lost in the sensation of your pussy as he thrust into you. His movements became languid and sloppy. "Ugh, don't stop," Coriolanus choked out between moans. His breath hitched, and his grip tightened as you rode him toward orgasm.

“You’re all mine,” he growled.

“Only for tonight, just one night.” You huffed, still slick with sweat and your juices. Your clit throbbed each time you rolled your hips. Coriolanus erection is still hard inside of you. He got his, and now it was your turn to get yours. He winced at the continued friction as you bounced on top of him. His once rough grasp around you turned gentle, unable to handle the pace that you set.

“I… I can’t.”

“Shhhh, let me take care of you.”

You placed tender kisses along his neck before gently nibbling on his earlobes. The heightened sensitivity awakened a different side of Coriolanus. "I'm gonna cum again," he sighed, blissed out. Your pussy tightened like a vice grip as your legs trembled in bliss, milking him of every last drop of cum, leaving you both feeling euphoric.

"That was fucking amazing... I never..." After struggling to form a coherent sentence, Coriolanus touched your chin, guiding your lips back to his. It was intimate as you melded into each other, foreheads pressed together. Coriolanus and you remained in that position for what felt like hours, inhaling each other's breath.

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kechiwrites · 6 months

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gentle touch

könig x massage therapist!reader kinktober countdown day 5 (body worship)

synopsis: oh, the military boys were your favourite.

wc: 2.8k

cw: massage therapist reader doing bad medical-ish practice, body worship, light sub!konig, mentions of edging, hand jobs, a little oral as a treat, biting, konig being petnamed as he should (honey), size kink, hints at touch starvation, groping, begging, uncut konig, afab!reader, no gendered pronouns or language.

author's note: i know his dick hex code and it's glorious. mdni.

He’s your last appointment of the day. And what a fucking day it had been, ten hours that should’ve been eight, cinnamon scented candles instead of eucalyptus, a rushed lunch because a client had shown up early, not taking “I’m on break” for an answer.

You knock on the faux bamboo door, waiting for your appointment to allow you entry. When he does, so quietly you almost miss it, you open the door, only for your eyes to land on a broad, strong back, still wrapped in a dark grey long sleeve. He turns slightly, just enough for you to see the thin stubble on his chin, cheek and jaw.

"Hello! I didn't catch you undressing did I?" This time he turns all the way around and you are sure your swallow is audible. Hell, you hope it's audible, you want this dude to know just how impressed you are with what you're seeing.

"No." He shakes his head, rubbing his aquiline nose against the inside of his wrist. It must’ve been broken once before, if the uneven bump on his bridge is anything to go by. Why is that hot? That shouldn’t be hot. You eat up the motion, eyes tracking every twitch or movement of his massive arms.

“Oh…" you're ogling him. You need to stop ogling him. "I actually need you to strip down.” The words burn on your tongue. You must say that a thousand times a work week, but this time, when you say it to him, it sounds…dirty. Like a shitty porn set up. Makes your clean white polo feel vacuum sealed to your skin. He takes a step towards you and you shudder a breath, tensing until you realize he’s getting closer to the lockers to your left.

He’s huge, you think, and when he still doesn’t look up at you, content to let the strands of dark brown hair, nearly black hair, hang in his face, you figure he’s shy too.

Cute.

“And you can use the towel to maintain modesty, Mr. König.” You get the inflection of his name wrong, you know because you’d googled it prior, held your phone to your ear in the staff washroom and listened to a soft spoken German man lilt it to you. There’s a hard ‘g’ on the end where it shouldn’t be, and you apologize, trying again to master it. “König.”

“Right.” He murmurs, “Just around my waist, yes?”

Or it could go on the floor and I could rub my clit on your abs.

“Yes, sir. Around your waist.”

You exit the room, closing it softly behind you. You figure you’ll use the few minutes you have to get a bottle of water, or a sedative. Something strong enough to bring you back down to your customary professional detachment.

When you return, he’s where you expect him to be. Face down on his stomach, his head in the cushioned hole. “S-sorry.” He speaks, voice muffled by his position. The apology comes immediately upon the sound of the door closing and you worry his large frame has cracked the massage table or something. You peer around him, looking for any chunks of polished wood or loose screws.

When you don’t find anything you realize he’s apologizing for his scars, the pit marks of bullets dug out in haste and healed with spite, lacerations haphazardly stitched, then redone a second time with the careful, practiced hands of a doctor in no rush.

“Oh, please don’t be. We get military boys all the time. Nothing I haven’t seen before.” You murmur, and it’s a lie of course. Not that you’ve seen scars, of course, you’ve seen some really storied skin in your time here, being near a base and all. No, it was the man who was an oddity. Mandy at the front desk told you that he’d had to duck through the front door.

His skin is also ultra pale in a way military men usually aren't. Near transparent, the sprawling blue lines of his veins thread underneath his skin, and you can see yourself getting distracted tracing some of the pathways with your fingers.

He hums, and you hope you’ve put him at ease a little bit. You haven’t even touched him yet and the tension in his back is glaring. Anxious people tended to hold a lot of stress, anxious soldiers? You’re just glad he’d booked a two hour instead of the customary hour and twenty.

The oil is cold straight from the bottle and you warm it between your palms before you make contact. He’s warm to the touch, bridging on hot, and he flinches when your hands meet his skin. “Was that too cold?” He groans, but doesn’t affirm or deny it, so you figure it must just be the contact. Slowly, you begin with his calves, tending to and pushing on knotted muscle and tense areas, working out kink after kink, soothing his compounded aches. The oil smoothes down his leg hair and you must be going insane because even that is hot to you. His thighs are even worse, strong and muscled and dimpled in the sweetest places. He shivers when your palms glide over his inner thighs, and he clenches them together when your fingers brush the hem of the towel shielding his ass from your greedy view. As quickly as it happens, he relaxes, murmuring another apology. You hum your own response, and push your thumb into an adorable cluster of moles you see just under the towel.

By the time you get to his lower back, König is almost purring, his gentle breathing often interrupted by drawn out, guttural moans. Whines and whimpers that make your blood hot. He’s holding the worst of his tension there, and you have to lean almost all your body weight into the motions of the massage. His hips jerk up and then down just as sharply when you crest your palm over her shoulder blades, and you don’t imagine the keening noise he makes as he grips the massage table. You’re used to military clients being a lot more stoic but it seems Mr. König is most assuredly not the sort. You reach his neck, framing his throat with your palms and using your thumbs to rub firm circles into his nape. His breath hitches and you find yourself cooing. “Breathe for me, I got you.” The soldier’s hips snap downward again, this time hard enough to shift the table beneath him. Which is more than enough to make you pause.

No.

It couldn’t be.

The soft music and sound of the water feature on the wall nearly drown out the curse König whispers, but you catch it, and can’t stop your lips from curling into a pleased little smile. This was just too good. You start to finish up his neck, brushing some of his hair out of the way so you can rub your fingertips into the skin just below his earlobes. You guide him to turn over and when he doesn’t respond, you wonder if he’d fallen asleep.

“Mr. König?”

He makes a wordless groaning noise low in his throat, laying motionless.

“I need you to turn over, honey.” You don’t even realize you’ve pet-named a grown man you don’t know. Which is just as well, because it seems to be what the soldier needs, and he rises from the table, clutching the towel in a tight fist to maintain his scant modesty.

You turn towards the side table, pouring more oil into your palm. When you return to face him, you witness why exactly he was so reluctant to face the ceiling.

He’s at least half-hard, a very noticeable ridge lifting his towel. You can’t stop staring at it, even though you know König is trying his best to ignore it. You circle around him, and begin at the foot of the table, going through the massage cycle again; feet, calves, thighs, arms. You zone out, following through your motions, listening to the man beneath groan and sigh his contentment. You reach his chest, spreading your hands over his pecs. They’re big, just like the rest of him, you think and it’s hard not to fucking drool on him. He’s firm but soft, still pleasantly warm, despite being exposed to slightly below room temperature air. He shifts again when you hit a stubborn knot right below his collarbone, and you pause to check in.

“Still good?”

His breathing is uneven, shuddering and laboured. His hands clench and relax from white knuckled fists.

“Yes.” he hisses through gritted teeth, and you’re worried he’s undoing every bit of relaxation you’ve tried to bring him. It’s painfully clear where the stress is coming from, hidden underneath a paltry white towel, the enticing elephant in the room. You put your hands back on him.

Still got 45 minutes left, after all.

You try your best not to look smug, and you fail miserably.

Every stroke and rub you perform across his chest makes his cock jerk and twitch under the towel. You can practically see the cloudy drops of precum that’d be beading as his tip. Your thumb nail skates across his pectoral and catches his nipple and the whine he makes is so sweet you just have to do it again. Soon, you’re barely massaging him, groping the poor man under the guise of your job. A weak grunt snaps you out of your reverie, and when you glance down his abdomen at that godforsaken towel, you can’t stop the quiet gasp of shock you release at his erection. “Ah, I’m so sorry. Very sorry” His flush spreads from his cheeks all the way down to his chest, a gorgeous stewed cherry colour that overwhelms the pale skin you’d worked into submission. His eyes are screwed shut when you can bear to drag your eyes from his cock to his face. His soft, pink mouth is pulled down at the corners, and the heavy, dark slashes of his eyebrows are furrowed together, creating a wrinkle between them you want to smooth out with a kiss.

“It happens all the time. Are you alright to continue?” Your voice is deceptively calm, serene and soft, when all you really want to do is snatch the towel off the battering ram he’d smuggled in here. Your blood thrums, and you ache at the sight of it, at the mere thought of the ungodly stretch he’d put you through.

You will yourself to keep your hands where they are, force yourself to look literally anywhere else. The faux waterfall ahead of you, the wireless speaker droning pleasant, melodic mood music, fuck, you even try staring at the dimmed light fixtures hanging from the ceiling. But every cry and whine forces your eyes down, tempts you to catalogue every inch of flushed skin and threaded muscle. You gnaw on your own lip, and find your hands drifting down, back around his abdomen. You’ve worked through the area already, there is no excuse to be down there, to slip your finger tips under the towel, to push your digits into the skin around his pelvis. “Is this okay?” You have the gall to ask, when you push your fingers lower still, and basically sign your own severance package. Oh but it’d be worth it, to get what you want, to make this big strong man sob with pleasure, to have his mouth on your throat while you stroked him to completion. The memory of his cock in your hand will keep you warm in the unemployment line.

König nods, turns his head towards you but doesn’t open his eyes. His hips cant upwards again, and his towel shifts, parting to reveal his angry, desperate hard-on. He raises a hand from the massage table, letting his mammoth paw land on your hip. He squeezes you, and exhales sharply through his nose when his thumb touches your bare skin, skating over your flesh underneath your work shirt. “Say it.” You mutter and his eyes crack open, just wide enough for you to spot the crystalline blue of his irises between his inky black lashes.

“Please.”

And that’s all you need.

He’s uncut, and the veins blanketing the length of his cock are visible under his foreskin. Pretty in a way you aren’t used to, a denser blush than the rest of his body, but still quite pale. It feels like your hand is moving in slow motion towards it, your fingers twitching in anticipation. The heat of his dick warms your skin before you even make contact, and when you do, wrapping your fingers around the root of it, your fingertips can’t touch. You press your lips together and try not to squeal happily, glee crinkling your eyes.

God is real and he’s an uncircumcised cock on a shy giant.

König’s erection is searingly hot. Soft skin and hard core, jerking in your palm, leaking steadily, nudging at your hand, insistent. Your brain is working full steam and connections necessary to utilize common sense are still not being made. Slowly, you tighten your hold on him, the weight of it is so imposing, you wouldn’t be surprised if imprints of the veiny surface were branded onto your hand once you withdrew. If you ever withdrew. You should fucking withdraw.

You do not withdraw. Instead, you slide your hand up slowly, choking up on the head of his cock before dragging your grip back down. You chance a glance up at his face, watching his Adam’s apple bob with each laboured swallow. The poor man’s jaw clenches and relaxes while you slide your palm over his flesh again and again. Somehow, he hardens further and your eyes widen impossibly larger, the pit of your stomach doing somersaults at the idea of where you want that thing to go, what you want it to do. You get fevered flashes of König bending you over the massage table in your mind, hands on your hips, rutting without sense or logic into you, so hard the surface scrapes against the floor, all while he sobs, his overwhelmed, overstimulated tears splashing against your back while he rearranged your insides. The head of his cock is exposed every time you slide your hand down towards his pelvis. By the third peek, you’re dragging the pointed end of your tongue over the tip of his dick, licking against his head, and coating your mouth with the taste of him. He grips at your side harder, his fingers digging into your hip as he chases the warmth of your mouth. He keens loud, almost mewling when you pull off him, using your spit to ease your hand’s path. By this point, your handiwork is audible, noisy and wet, König’s voice filling the small room. You use your free hand to guide his head to your chest, letting him bend toward you, press his nose into your tits while he begs for you to finish him.

“Are you gonna come, Mr. König?” You thread your fingers in his hair, letting your nails scratch against his scalp, drift down to his nape and up to his crown again.

“Yes, please, please. Fuck.” His voice is reedy and thin, and he wraps his arm around your waist, burying his face deeper in your chest. And then his whole body trembles, and his hips roll towards you, and for a fleeting minute you consider edging the poor bastard, sliding your hand completely off his cock and watching it twitch violently, uselessly in the air.

But he begs so sweetly. And his next session was already pre-booked.

The hand you kept on his head leaves his hair, and you rub the head of his cock with your flat open palm, jerking him off with firm, fast strokes. He bites down on the curve of your breast, and you’re grateful he still managed to retain enough brain cells to not break skin.

“Do it then. Come, honey.” You trill, feeling his tears wet your skin through your shirt. It’s almost instantaneous, so fast it’s kind of impressive. His body goes bowstring-tight, and he squeezes you so hard it almost hurts. Ropes of sticky white seed shoot from his cock, covering your hand and his spasming abdomen. You slide your hand up, milking just the first two inches of him through his orgasm, until he stops your movements himself, covering your hand with his own.

When you finally break contact, you stare at your hand for what feels like ages, thick beads of his cum rolling down your palm, sliding to your wrist. You extricate yourself from his hold, using your clean hand to brush his sweat damp hair from his forehead. You press that kiss you wanted to the space between his brows. Why start restraining yourself now? His body shivers periodically, and you turn to the sink, to wash your hands clean, clenching your own thighs together, his moans and sighs echoing in your mind. You turn to face him, grinning wide and cheery,

“So...I’ll see you next week?”

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puckinghischier · 19 days

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Locksmith - Nico Hischier

nico hischier x fem!reader, jack hughes x platonic!reader, luke hughes x platonic!reader

summary: reader has been friends with the hughes brothers for years, and when she finally arrives in Jersey to move in with her best friends, she finds herself locked out and stuck in the hallway, with only the neighbor to save her

notes: this is my first time ever writing ANYTHING, so this could be terrible. BUT it’s really only a peek at where i want the story to go so possible series if anyone actually wants to read it??? 🫣

part 2, part 3

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You know, three suitcases didn’t seem like enough when you were packing, but trying to roll three suitcases down the long, carpeted hallway is proving to be one of the most difficult tasks you’ve ever had to do in your life. Seriously, the building didn’t look this long from the outside.

After a trek that felt like miles, you reach the door you’ve been scanning for, only to find it locked tight. “I swear to god I’m literally going to kill them,” you said to yourself out loud. “They tell the doorman to let me in, have me bring all this luggage up by myself, only to leave the fucking door locked. Why did I expect anything less?”

Grabbing your phone, you dial Jack’s number, silently begging him to pick up. You know he’s at a charity thing with Luke, but surely he’s allowed to answer his phone, right? Wrong. His phone goes straight to voicemail, twice. Classic Jack. You know there’s not any point to calling Luke, he always leaves his phone during charity events in order to connect with the kids better. Usually you find that endearing and admirable, but right now you wish that he was maybe just a bit more selfish.

“Well, I guess I live in the hallway now. Hope the carpet is plush enough to sleep on.” You’ve always had a habit of talking out loud to yourself when you’re nervous or, in this case, annoyed. It helps you work through your thoughts and not dwell on anything for too long. Purges your emotions a bit.

“Trust me, it’s not. Speaking from experience here, you’d be much better off sleeping on the couches in the lobby” a voice startles you.

“Oh my god,” you jumped. You turned around to see the door to the apartment behind you wide open, a dark haired man leaning against the doorway, smile on his face.

“I- how long have you been standing there?” you asked, hand on you chest trying to calm your racing heart.

“Long enough to know you’re thinking about sleeping on the carpet, not long enough to know why” he states, humor lacing his tone.

“Well, if you must know, my roommates left the door locked, no spare key, and won’t answer their phones. So, until they get home, the hallway is my new bedroom,” you surveyed the stranger.

He was tall, much taller than you were. He wore a simple white t-shirt, black sweatpants, and a backwards cap on his head, hiding what looked like hair that was in need of a trim, based on how much it was spilling out the sides of the cap. But what made you stop in your tracks were his eyes. You don’t think you had ever truly understood the phrase ‘warm eyes’ until now. They were the most spectacular shade of brown you had ever seen in your life. And they were filled with amusement. Amusement directed towards you, since he had just heard you talking to yourself like a madwoman.

“Ahh, you must be y/n! I thought Jack said you weren’t coming until tomorrow?” He asked, understanding washing over his face.

“I caught an earlier flight and was going to surprise them. However, Jack texted me earlier this morning and told me he and Luke had to go to a charity skate, so I had to tell them I was coming early. He told me he’d leave the door unlocked so I could go ahead and settle in, but, as you can see, they did not,” you explained, only slightly shocked Jack told his neighbor about you. That boy sure liked to talk, yapping anyone’s ear off who would listen.

“Well, lucky for you, I happen to have a spare key you can use” the stranger tells you, walking out of your view for a brief moment.

“Should I be concerned that Jack’s neighbor has a spare key? Does he just go around handing out spares left and right?” you ask, starting to feel a bit awkward among all of your luggage.

“No, not exactly” the man laughs. “He gave me a spare after one too many nights of me hauling him home from the bar only to realize he didn’t have his key with him.”

He walks out of his apartment, a small golden key in hand. The stranger, whose name you forgot to ask, unlocks the door and stands back with a warm smile on his face.

“There, you just got upgraded to a real bedroom” he recalls, standing in the now open doorway.

“I would say thank you, but I’m still a little concerned that a strange man just had to let me into my own apartment” you (semi) joke, attempting to gather your suitcases.

“I’m Nico” he explains, taking the suitcase you were struggling to heave into the apartment.

“Oh, you’re the captain!” you exclaim, recalling all the times Jack and Luke had talked about their beloved leader to you. “Jack never mentioned you lived next door!”

“That’s me. I only just moved in about a week ago. Was looking for a place closer to the rink and Jack told me about his previous neighbors moving out, so I decided to move in. Nice having them just across the hall. They’re like the little brothers I never had” Nico pronounces brothers like ‘brudders’. You nearly forgot Jack had mentioned he was from Switzerland, too distracted to have picked up on his accent before now.

“Yeah, they seem to have that effect on people, huh?” you understood the sentiment behind Nico’s words all too well.

You’ve known Jack, Luke, and Quinn since you were all kids. Your family owned the lake house next to theirs when you were growing up. You spent every summer with them up until Quinn got drafted to the Canucks a few years back. Then Jack to the Devils, then Luke following Jack. Your families grew incredibly close to one another over the years. Trips to visit the other outside of the summer months became a regular occurrence. Trips to watch their hockey games, traveling to watch Luke play college hockey, and attending their drafts. These three were the brothers you never had but always wanted. They treated you like their own sister from the very start.

“They especially have the annoying aspect of younger brothers perfected,” Nico replied, both of you fully inside your new apartment now.

“God, don’t I know it,” you laughed.

Looking up, you finally took in your new home. Geez, this place is nice. It shouldn’t surprise you, really, with how much Jack and Luke both make, but the apartment is like, really nice. Definitely out of your price range, by likely a couple thousand dollars. You suddenly feel bad that Jack refused to let you pay any share of the rent. You had fought him on it, several times. He insisted that they had the spare bedroom anyways, and they had no trouble making rent as is. You insisted that you contribute in some way, so you were now tasked with grocery shopping and cooking for two professional hockey players. Honestly, after seeing the meal plans the team nutritionist gave them, it might be a fair trade.

It's only as you look over towards the kitchen at the thought of having to go grocery shopping soon, you realize Nico is still there. He’s just standing, watching you take in your surroundings, lost in your own thoughts.

“Well, thanks for not letting me waste away in the hallway. And helping me with my luggage. I think someone from TSA filled my suitcases with rocks or something. I swear it didn’t seem like I had that much stuff when I left home” you explain, feeling a little awkward that he was just standing there, not knowing what else to say to the stranger.

“No problem, seriously. I feel like I’m over here more than I’m at my own apartment anyways. Jack is always calling me to come over, or insisting that we have to watch game film together after practice. It’s a little concerning how obsessed he is with hockey. I mean, I’m the captain of the team and I feel like I spend less time thinking about work than he does,” Nico chuckles, not seeming to share the same feelings of awkwardness you have.

“God, don’t even get me started. I’ve had to listen to him ramble on and on about hockey for years. I’m just glad someone else finally understands my pain.”

“You know, the only other subject he seems to talk about just as much as hockey is you. And his family, but according to him the two are one in the same. Every time I’ve seen him this week, which is nearly every day, he’s updated me on the countdown to when you were set to arrive. He’s seriously excited to have you here. They both are. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name,” Nico catches you off guard.

You and Jack had always been the closest out of the three brothers. With your age falling directly in-between Quinn and Jack, you and Jack had the most common interests as a kid. Quinn was always trying to be the grown one, not concerning himself with whatever you and Jack were interested in while growing up. As teens, Quinn was always training, or going off by himself to do who knows what, and Luke was still slightly too young to go off with you and Jack alone, so it was usually just the two of you embarking on your own little adventures on those summer days. Once Jack got his boating license neither of your parents would let Luke go out on the water without them, so more often than not, you and Jack would take the boat to God knows where in the middle of the lake and spend the whole day, not returning until after dark. Those days were your favorite to think back on. The conversations between you and Jack never ceased to flow. From hockey, to your boy troubles back home, to whatever girl Jack wanted to impress that summer, to what your lives would look like one day, to always vowing to be in each other’s lives, even if he became a big shot hockey player that lived on the other side of the world.

“Yeah, well, he always has been the sentimental type, no matter how hard he tries to deny it,” you chuckle, a fond smile finding its way onto your face.

“Well, I guess I’ll be seeing you around, y/n. If you ever find yourself faced with sleeping in the hallway again, you know where to find me,” Nico jokes, dropping his eye into a wink, walking over to the door and opening it once again.

“Thank goodness someone around here understands the severity of the situation at hand. Me and my back thank you,” you wave your arms around for dramatic effect, walking to take hold of the open door as he steps into the hallway and back into his own doorway.

“Welcome to Jersey. We’re glad to have you here,” Nico turns to face you after he’s back in his own apartment, a genuine smile settled on his face.

“Thanks, cap. It’s good to be here,” you respond matching his smile, thinking of how well it suits him.

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“Y/n!!!! Where are you!?” you hear, currently elbow deep in suitcase number two, trying your hardest to unpack everything. You really don’t know how you managed to fit so much clothing in three suitcases. Or how you ended up with so many clothes to begin with. You stand up and start making your way to the door of your bedroom, hand on the doorknob as it flies open, revealing a very excited looking Jack and Luke. You suddenly feel your body flying forward, face hitting a clothed shoulder

“Ow! Jack, that was my nose!” you tried to say, but everything was muffled because of how tight your body was being held in place. Seriously, he acts like he hadn’t seen you in years. You were literally here a few months ago to visit and arrange plans to move in. Leave it to Jack to always bring the dramatics.

“Just a few more seconds, I missed you,” he mumbles, squeezing even tighter, if that was even possible.

“Jack, no fair! Quit hogging her, I missed her too!”

“Luke, please save me. I might suffocate soon if he doesn’t let go,” you beg the younger brother.

“Oh my god, will you two quit being dramatic, can’t a man be excited his best friend is finally moving in after months of waiting?” Jack whines as he releases his hold on you.

“No one said you couldn’t be excited, Rowdy, but suffocating me two minutes into living together might not be the best way to show your excitement” you say, smoothing out your sweatshirt and making your way towards the open arms of the younger, yet much larger brother.

“Oh Moose, how have you been? Have you been getting enough sleep?” You question, always worried about his wellbeing, especially these past few weeks.

“Yeah, m’alright. A little tired, but we have some home games lined up soon. I’ll catch up on sleep then,” he responds, squeezing you a little tighter at the end of his sentence.

Luke’s rookie year has been a rollercoaster not only for him, but for you as well. You worry about the youngest Hughes, having such a soft spot for the boy. You know he’s talented, and you know he’ll do well, but you can see the exhaustion on his face and in his actions. You know he carries the weight of the foul comments he receives about his gameplay, and you try your hardest to take some of it off of his shoulders.

“Alright, but now that I’m here just know I’ll be holding you to that,” a stern look on your face.

Turning back around towards Jack, you find him surveying your room, looking over the mess you created in the few hours it took for them to return home.

“So, are you going to spend the rest of the day unpacking, or can we go have some fun and celebrate the fact that you live in the New Jersey now?” Jack spoke, looking at the pictures you decided to display, most of them pictures of you and the brothers throughout the years.

“I mean, I was hoping to get as much done today as I can, but I’m guessing you’ve already made plans, huh?”

“You would be correct. We’re leaving at 8, be ready” is all Jack says, before dragging Luke out of your room.

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ivnxrori · 1 month

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When Sun and Moon meet - S1

Zuko x Fem!WaterBender!Reader Enemies to Lovers

As one of the Princesses of the Northern Water tribe, you were blessed with a gift by the moon. However you were permitted to be allowed to use the gift at all costs. From many hidden waterbending usages, the aftermath of the avatar visiting the Northern Tribe had led to your beginning journey, hiding yourself as a water bender as a princess from the Northern water tribe

Warnings: None

Masterlist

҉ * ‧͙ ⋆ ⁺ ༓ ☾ Prologue

“We announce the birth of a healthy girl…Princess Y/N!” Chief Arnook announced as the crowd cheered for their new princes alongside Yue. What the crowd didn't know was the difficulties of even keeping her a healthy princess. Once the baby was born, she couldn't stop wailing and crying. It was like every bone of her body was in pain. All the medical help didn't do anything, they didnt know why the Chief’s daughter was in so much pain. Yagoda suggests going to the Spirit Oasis, it's their only chance. Chief Arnook sweats as well as his wife, as if they're bound to be unlucky for every life they give. The royal parents of this princess used the same technique as they did with their previous daughter. Dipping her in the Spirit Oasis while praying for her life to the moon spirit, the color of the girl's hair turned from brown to a graceful white. Silent cheers and cries as they held their newest child close to them, happy the moon spirit gave another one of their daughters a second chance.

“Stop touching the edge of your coat” My mother instructed as she pulled my hand from the cuffs. I whined but one stern look from my mother stopped me. I huffed as I stood up straight leaning more so to my sister, Yue who took my hand graciously. In books and stories becoming a princess sounds like a dream. You have money, attention and you could do whatever you want. Everything is accurate except the last one, I couldn't do everything I wanted. I had to be restrained to the guards and my parents eye, even Yue doesnt get this treatment as much as I do. However I forgot to mention how I even got into strict confinement in the first place. “What are you doing?” My father grabbed my hand making the water orb splash at both of our feet. “She's a water bender…” My mom whispered as my dad's eyes widened. “Y/N…” He spoke softly as he held both of my shoulders in a kindly manner. “Do not water bend, it's not allowed for people like you”. I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at him confused. He sighed as he took my hand. “Y/N, where we live only men are allowed to use waterbending, that's their job…to protect” My father shows me to the boys training their bending. “Especially people like you and your sister, you're both very important to this nation”. I didn't listen, it's not like I didn't understand what he was saying, I just didnt understand why it had to be like this. I zoned off as I saw the male benders. Envying that they can use their gift while I couldn't use mine. I snapped out of my zoned out space with a little pinch given by my sister. I flinched lightly as she slightly giggled earning a hush from our mother. I don't understand us needing to come to these royalty meetings, neither Yue and I are close to 16. Well she is closer to 16 by what? 6 years? That's still a whole 6 years till 16! I'm only younger than Yue by a year, however people treat me like a polar bear dog, cooing at me constantly for doing the littlest task while Yue gets treated so much more maturely. Some might say I have it easier but honestly I just feel dumb. Once the meeting ended we respectfully bowed and got up following our father. I held back my yawn as I saw the now night sky, looking how beautiful the moon is. ҉ ☾ I woke up in the middle of the night, groaning as I looked at the moon. I brush through my tangled hair with my hand while walking outside near the river. Is anyone there? I internally thought as I scavenged the area to see if there were any witnesses. I double checked and took a deep breath. Opening my eyes I hold the water orb, feeling the calming air around me. “You're going to get caught if you keep doing that”. I yelped and dropped my water orb. I turn around immediately with widened eyes meeting Yue. “Oh Yue” I sigh in relief as she glared at me. “You could've gotten caught by the guards and gotten in more trouble then you already have”. I sigh in understanding but also in annoyance. This isn't the first time I have snuck out to try out waterbending. Some days I have been caught but some days I haven't. “I'm going back to bed” I sigh with my head down “Are you?” “Yes, I am” Yue giggled as she patted me on the back. “I believe you can use it one day Y/N, I really you” She whispered sweetly as I nodded. “Thank you”

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a/n: This is my first fic im starting and im getting brainrott from avatar :) im still learning how to write so if there is any suggestions please share. Im like half asleep while writing this authors note so I know it wont make any sense when I wake up lmao Also feel free to tell me if you want to be added in the taglist!

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katsukikoi · 4 months

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your so pretty

character; yuji itadori x f!reader + sukuna x f!reader

part 1 part 2

warnings; swearing

theme; Sukuna's past, yuji's crush. ( strong f!reader )

Itadori was new to the jujutsu world, he weaves around missions and finishes them quickly. Although, he can only do so much as a student.

So, since his “death” he has to stick with Gojo sensei.

He never minded, he actually rathers. He would happily do all of the tasks and missions the albino man gave him, with a smile.

“yes gojo sensei!” he would say, one hand with his thumb up, and the other on his hip. Unknowingly sassy.

He never could remember the pact he made with sukuna. Which made the poor boy drag his head in the mud.

Sukuna would often respond nonchalantly, always brushing him off and cursing him for being stupid. This would make the poor boy pout and huff, annoyed if anything. But, nonetheless he perseveres.

Gojo said he had a surprise for him, making the boy get excited hoping it was time to go back and re-reveal himself to the world.

"i have someone you need to meet!" gojo spoke, with a large smug smile.

"huh? i thought i wasn't allowed to see anyone.." he spoke, with a confused, but cute pout. He blinked like an innocent puppy.

"This one, wont make a peep." he winked, making the salmon haired boy even more confused.

"yuji-kun, meet your new best friend, y/n!!" he yelled out, opeing his arms out as he waited for her to appear.

"so, there is nothing there?" sukuna laughed, his eye opened under yuji's as he tried to slap him away.

"sorry i'm late, sensei. I got caught up." the girl spoke, walkimg into the door. Her jujutsu energy pouring out of control even sukuna could feel it deep in his soul. God, it felt so familiar to him. It felt like he yearned for it even after he was sealed.

There stood, a girl. Similar looking to gojo, a very small section of sleek white like hair on the front, the rest chocolate brown with golden strands in different places. Her eyes shined gold, the purest of the metal. Her eye lashes, long and thick, her lips, healthy and soft looking. Making sukuna gulp. He knew this woman, but where from exacting?

Yuji was a different story, the boy greeted her with a smile, telling her he like women like Jennifer Lawrence.

"nice to meet you, itadori-kun. Personally, i like men like senami shinazugawa." she bowed, much like he did. Her smile catching a sly fox look.

"woah! from the anime?" he spoke, excitedly.

"yes! you know it?" she excitedly giggled, looking up to the taller boy he nodded quickly.

"hmh! what episo-" before he could continue, gojo satoru laughed. Interupting them. " yuji, y/n. You two, are coming with me." he spoke, grabbing them both yuji by the hood of his jacket, while y/n bridle style. Making sure to cover her skirt from praying eyes.

“what? gojo satoru, are you using them for a human shield?” the cruse boredly spoke.

“hi! i hope you don’t mind :) i have students.” gojo smiled, brightly at the mt fuji curse.

“wah! he looks like mt fuji.” yuji spoke, grabbing y/n’s calf, in awe.

“hey brat, dont touch.” sukuna grumbled, his voice unheard as yuji ignored it. Still holding on to the poor girls leg as she glared at the curse.

“jogo? still looking homeless.” y/n spoke, a wild smirk on her face as she got out of gojos grasp to stand in the middle of the two men.

y/n clapped her hands, ready for a fight as a golden tattoo glowed, ready to be summed.

“neh, y/n. Hold back.” gojo smirk, petting the smaller girls head.

“eh!?” she spoke, huffing as she watched the scene play out.

As the girl zoned out, she didnt notice that the two of them, yuji and herself were currently falling to a spikey dead wood pile. “thats not good huh?” she spoke out a loud. she grabbed yuji as she moved her hand in front of her. “tsunami.” she whispered, summoning a great wave of water, destroying the pile of wood as she landed on top of the water. Carrying yuji bridal style.

“put the brat down. This is embrassing.” sukuna mumbled, sitting on his bones he watched interestedly.

Watching the girls every step, calculating her moves. He was tempted to keep all of his eyes open, just to make sure, but he decided against it. Thinking it was a waste of time.

———

“itadori, your curse-“ *smack* “energy is too high.” the girl spoke, reading a book next to him as she watched him get smacked for the 18th time.

y/n sighed, putting a book mark in her page as she stood up. She went behind the couch and patted the boys hair, making him blush and look up.

“ill get some food, kay?” she asked, making the boy smile, blush coating his cheeks as he nodded. “m’kay.” he squeaked out.

—-

“go yuji! you can do it!” she spoke, watching at the boy downed a weaker shinigami. Jumping for joy as she proudly taught him black flash.

its been 2 months since they got partnered up, not once has the king of curses made a peep.

until, “brat no.2 fight me.” sukuna’s mouth smirk, his eye glaring with blood lust.

“no, i wont let you.” itadori spoke, covering him. “sorry y/n-senpai.” he spoke shyly.

“sure sukuna. How many fingers you at? 4?” she asked, cracking her back and neck.

“extention.” sukuna spoke, smirking as he did so.

The tattoos filling yujis face as sukuna changed his look. y/n blushed abit as she looked away for a second before turning back to him.

She watched him come at her with full force like he did gojo. “i wonder.” she spoke, her long nail ripping her sleeve, “whale, of the jade chamber.” she spoke, a green whale the size of a large jelly fish swum around sukuna. Making him laugh, “really!? i overestimated you!” he laughed,

Y/n came at him with roaring speed, as fast as a full grown cheetah. Eyes shining gold, she let her knee fully hit his face. The whale growing more green as it amplified the hit breaking the mans jaw.

He groaned as he gripped his jaw, “you bitch.” he smirked, “i like it! more, give me more power!” he yelled, exitedly.

The girl tilted her head, as she watched the man pause sighing, and rolling his eyes. He let yuji return as he barked out in pain. “ouch!” he spoke, y/n rushed towards him, using her reverse technique to heal him.

“what happened?” he asked, thanking her.

“i.. sukuna happend.” she spoke.

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“and i think thats the best episode we watched. Tengen is so flashy!” itadori gushed as he leaned on her chest has he cuddled her, so sweetly and kindly. so repectfully, and so innocent.

“hn! senami is better.” she spoke, playing with his hair letting her nails comb through.

They became close, this made her scared. Making her heart drop, what the hell did she do?

she stopped watching the series as she watched yuji, just looking at him made her heart flutter. “shit.” she mumbled, no one but sukuna heard. Not that she knew anyways.

The two teens stayed in that position until, itadori fell asleep. This caused the girl to yawn.

“you care for this vessel.” sukuna spoke, making the girl snap her head towards him. No longer was it yuji, but sukuna. Laying right where yuji was, unmoving.

“ha? i-“ she tried to lie, and look away, but she felt sukuna shift, making her move herself back, preparing herself for a future fight.

Sukuna looked at her, with praying eyes, a hunter; hungry for her blood. “tell me, bunny. why do you?” he grinned, stradding the girl, as she tried to calm her heart rate. She cant fight that well at night.

“so, what. why would you care?” she asked, as she watched him trail his fringers around her hip and collar bones.

She gulped as he became hyper fixated on this tattoos hands, a type of black dye coated his nails. She shivered, she continued to watch as they made contact. Sukuna moving her con with his finger, forcing her to meet his red crimson eyes.

“he doesnt deserve you.” he grunted out.

“what?” she asked.

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i hope you enjoyed, it was kinda shit ngl. But lmk if you like it!

dont repost my writing, translate, or rewrite.

Only, reblog, comment and follow. Sent requests too!

much love,

Atlas. 💣✨

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theharrowing · 5 months

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White Lies 🤍 1: Do not, under any circumstances, become emotionally attached to either of these men

Yoongi is everything you could ask for. He is attractive, confident, and smart. And his partner Taehyung is as possessive as he is beautiful. Too bad a relationship would be a major conflict of interest.

You need to have them, at all costs.

🤍 Yoongi x Female Reader x Taehyung

🤍 word count: 2.9k + screencaps of conversations

🤍 college au, cop au, partial social media au with a lot of written story, strangers to lovers & established relationship, yandere, hurt/comfort, smut, fluff, angst, slash, poly, minor character injury & death, graphic violence, nsfw, 21+.

🤍 warnings: no real warnings. we get some pretty forward flirting out of the gate. it might seem like things are already moving very fast, but...we'll see.

🤍 note: ughhhhhhhhhhhh i was going to hold off on actually starting this fic, but the brainrot was real yesterday, and i spent hours on my couch nursing a hangover and making screencaps. i forgot how tedious this is, but i also had a lot of fun. the character Josie is a real person who i adore very much! everyone say hi to Josie!!! this chapter is exposition heavy but i hope you find it fun!

🤍 this is a sequel to Boy Blue! i highly recommend that you start at the beginning

🤍 written parts beta read by @neoneunnajimin

🤍 posted nov. 2023 | read on ao3

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Reading through the file that Detective Kim left on your desk, two interesting things pop out at you, the first being that some of the photos of the man called Vante look different than the others. You didn't notice it at first, but upon closer inspection, you realize that photos of him that seem older – ones where he has natural dark brown hair and ones where he has bright red hair – seem personal.

Vante is smiling directly into the camera in these old photos, with an expression that you would describe as being soft – almost loving. His posture is relaxed in each photo, whether sitting at a table at a café or leaning against the side of a car. You wonder if Seokjin took these photos, and if not, how he managed to get his hands on them, because the photos of Vante with blue and blond hair are all surveillance images or those taken from social media profiles that have since been deleted.

The second detail you notice is that in two of the shots where Vante has blue hair, there is a woman with him who shares striking similarities with you. Although you are unable to clearly see her face in the photos, her hair, build, and height all seem to resemble you, and your side profiles are similar to the extent that you wonder if you could convince someone that you are the one pictured with him.

In one of the images containing your doppelgänger, Vante's arm is slung over her shoulder and he is speaking with Min. The three of them are in a crowded bar with what looks like colorful makeup all over their faces, and although you can only see Vante's expression clearly, it seems he is flirting with Min, or at least openly showing an attraction to him.

This detail, paired with Seokjin's not-so-subtle suggestion that you may consider becoming closer than just friends with Min makes you wonder if the two men are an open couple. Especially considering your resemblance to the woman in the photos, you wonder if you were chosen for this mission based on credentials alone, or if your resemblance to someone from their past was partly to blame for your sudden promotion into the Special Investigations Division.

Perhaps it should bother you that you may have advanced partly based on your looks, but this mission is so intriguing that it fills you with excitement to learn more. You wonder if the two of them got married out of love or convenience – a ploy to allow Min to get a work visa and any other benefits that could allow them to more easily escape from whatever they seem to be running from.

Both men are absolutely stunning, and you wonder if that woman pictured ever got to enjoy both of them – together or separately. You wonder what it must have been like for her and where she might be right now. Despite Seokjin's warning not to get close to these two, the urge to know more grows.

How could these two men be so dangerous? What have they done to cause Seokjin to form a super secret, super tight task force to hunt them down? And why is he unwilling to just tail Min and confront Vante, himself?

Quickly, you fire off an email to Min, asking about his tutoring services, posing as a student named Sandra. Then you return to rereading their files and memorizing their faces. Min with his somewhat sleepy, somewhat grumpy expressions that brighten into something soft and inviting when he smiles. Vante with his rectangular smile and piercing eyes that either hide all emotion or express so much that he appears positively captivating.

You read and reread the bullet point list describing these men in an attempt to piece together what kind of people they must present themselves as. You wonder who assisted with creating their profiles, and whether it may have been old friends or even the woman who resembles you.

Both men are dishonest and extremely disloyal; both exhibit an unshakable poker face that even those close to them cannot read.

[Redacted][Code name Min] is soft-spoken and an interesting mix of contemplative and impulsive; does not take no for an answer. [Redacted][Code name Vante] exhibits similar traits but is much more forward and promiscuous, willing to use sex as a weapon.

Both men get what they want with little to no concern for the outcome, even if it means the death or displacement of others.

Both men only seem loyal to one another, but that may also be a façade. [Redacted][Code name Vante] may be the more volatile of the two, should one turn on the other, but it is likely that [Redacted][Code name Min] has a mean streak that few have witnessed firsthand.

[Redacted][Code name Vante] is cold and calculating; always ten steps ahead.

[Redacted][Code name Vante]'s family is well-connected and seem willing to cover up anything he does.

Is it likely that [Redacted][Code name Vante] is the mastermind of all of their schemes and that [Redacted][Code name Min] tags along for one reason or another.

It is possible that [Redacted][Code name Min] has insecurities that [Redacted][Code name Vante] easily controls and manipulates.

Your phone lights up with a notification, pulling you from the paperwork and surprising you with how quickly Min has gotten back to you about tutoring services. And as you open the notification, you realize your seemingly easy mission might just be a little more complicated than you hoped.

Undeterred, you begin to improvise. If Vante uses sex as a weapon, perhaps you can create several Tinder and Hinge accounts and attempt to find him online. One benefit to going undercover is having access to a seemingly endless supply of burner phones.

You have absolutely no doubt that someone like Vante is using hookup apps if his profile depicts him accurately. If he and Min are married for love over convenience, there is a strong chance that he is still willing to be unfaithful. Or, perhaps the two of them are not monogamous, and finding one of them on a hookup app will likely be due to one or both of them looking for a good time.

The prospect of getting to know them this way is risky since they are both gorgeous and apparently too cunning to resist, but it may be faster than waiting a month or more for Min's private lessons to open.

Swiping on dating apps is tedious work, and you almost feel guilty for spending your precious hours this way. Despite it being the weekend, you are paid for your time, and right now your time is spent scouring dating profiles looking for one man.

You swipe with one hand and brush your teeth with the other, eyes barely open and still heavy with sleep. You swipe as soon as you step on line for your favorite macchiato at your favorite little café two blocks from your Chelsea apartment, and you swipe as you sit in your favorite window seat, sipping on the perfectly bittersweet warm drink while the morning sun warms your cheeks.

As you reread the file on Min and Vante over lunch, you take breaks to swipe, and you even find yourself genuinely reading through some Tinder profiles before snapping out of it and ridding yourself of distraction. Sure, you may be single and somewhat curious to mingle, but something tells you that you are going to have your hands absolutely full once you manage to get ahold of one of these men, so adding another person to the equation feels too messy.

Later on, when your best friend Josie convinces you to leave the house because it is Saturday and you need to, as she says, "Unwind and find some cuties to dick you down," you swipe in the cab ride over and resist the urge to swipe while waiting on line for drinks at the bar.

Part of you wonders whether you could run into Min at a place like this. Bright neon lights filling the space with college students scantily clad and alcohol buzzing through them, turning them into horny little monsters. If he is professional – or upholding a façade of professionalism for the sake of his current persona – then it is likely he would not be caught dead in a place like this. You are somewhat certain that Vante likely scours these types of clubs, but alas, he is in Milan.

Some of the photos of Min from their file show him on stage with a band, playing keyboard with a guitar slung over his shoulder, with a face full of glitter and makeup. The vibe of that bar differs from this one, but the rambunctious energy is more similar to what you observe in recent surveillance footage photos. You wonder if any part of that man bleeds through now, or if he only indulges in classically accepted forms of music as a tutor.

Min must be good with his hands – a thought that spirals the more your mind is allowed to wander back to the photos of him playing two very different instruments at once. You need to stop thinking about the beautiful, dangerous men – monsters, as Seokjin put it – and focus on being out with your best friend.

Josie is a bubbly ray of sunlight with a matching warm smile. Purple braids cascade over her shoulders and down her back, she wears a cute little black dress that barely contains her curves, and she stomps and dances excitedly in knee-high black leather boots. Her round cheeks and button nose make Josie the cutest person in all of Manhattan, and pretty shimmery pink and purple makeup stands out against her tan skin, making her dark brown eyes shine.

You are outfitted similarly with a tight black tee tucked into a black denim skirt, cleavage on full display. You wear black combat boots with warm, fuzzy black socks, and enough makeup to make your eyes pop, including a light dusting of pink and purple courtesy of Josie.

"I'm getting fucked!" Josie shouts over the reggaetón track, bouncing her hips to the beat while the two of you lean against the wooden bar top. Her voice is rich and somewhat nasally as she shouts, with a quick lilt to her accent.

"Fucked up?" you shout back, unsure whether you misheard your friend, delighted when her smile widens and she says, "Yeah, that too!"

Being that this is a college bar that happens to throw somewhat over the top ladies night events, you flash your student ID as well as the fake ID that identifies you as a woman named Sandra as soon as the bartender comes by.

You need not do so, however, because the bartender, whose name is Daniel in some circles and Changkyun in others, recognizes you, giving you a slow, hungry once-over with his eyes that makes your heart pound. Then he flashes a pointed smile and leans against the bar top so that he can easily be heard when his soft, deep voice asks, "Ladies, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

Before you can open your mouth, Josie leans over the bar and shouts, "Two Long Islands!"

As soon as Daniel nods and turns away to get started on your drinks, Josie hip-checks you, causing you to stumble and turn to her with a wide, curious expression. You know what she is going to say before she even says it – "You need to hook up with him!" – and you are already shaking your head before the words come out.

"He's just doing his job," you argue, because this is not the first time Josie has pointed out the way he looks at you, or how he seems more attentive to you than to literally any other patron. Yes, you are in denial, but now is not the time to get tangled up with the sexy bartender.

"You're full of shit!" Josie manages to shout before Daniel is back.

He sets your drinks down, nodding politely to Josie before fixing you with an intent gaze and giving a shy little smile. "This round is on the house," he says so softly that you don't really hear it, only knowing the words because you have memorized the shape of his lips when he says them.

Daniel has a bit of a baby face, with wide, dark almond eyes and pretty, soft lips. His nose and cheekbones are all hard angles, however, and his short dark hair, which is parted down the middle, falls around his eyes and down to the apples of his cheeks, only accentuating his features more. Much like your targets, he has dual citizenship between the US and Korea, hence having two names that he goes by – something some but not all dual citizens might do.

"Thanks, Danny," you say with a wink, making Daniel's eyes widen before he stands up straight.

"My pleasure, ladies," he responds, looking to Josie and then back at you. The moment he is out of earshot, Josie groans.

"Why don't you make a move on him?" you ask before she has a chance to hound you more. You lift your drink and take the thin black straw between your teeth, chewing lightly on it as you walk away from the bar, through the growing crowd, toward the dancefloor.

"Don't be stupid!" Josie finally responds when you find a place on the outer edge of the dancing mass of bodies. "He looks at you like he wants to eat you. Just let him!"

You roll your eyes and shake your head, chuckling. Around you, college students dance and shout, clearly far too drunk already for how early it is. As you take your first sip of your drink, it rocks through you; even the smallest taste of the Long Island iced tea is strong as hell, making you wince despite its sweetness.

"I don't miss being that young and irresponsible," Josie says, leaning over a tall round table that you have found to perch your elbows against, gazing out at the mass of students.

Josie works in the Forensic Investigation Division. Whenever a crime scene is processed and evidence is gathered, she is the one testing it to match it to information in the various systems in search for DNA, blood type, fingerprints, fibers, and so on. Her work is used in court to solve and defend cases. "It is absolutely bonkers being back in college," you respond, withholding the detail that you are not really a student because Josie is aware of the very basics of your assignment. "Their problems seem so silly compared to the shit we see at work."

Josie nods listlessly as she scans the throng of dancing bodies, more or less distracted from the conversation. And as you follow her gaze, you see who she has zeroed in on.

There is a man on the dancefloor surrounded by a group of friends, and he looks a lot like your superior Seokjin. He is not your superior, of course, but the resemblance is certainly enough to catch your friend's attention, as her crush on your boss is nothing short of sickening.

"Shit," you shout over the raucous music, leaning toward Josie. "I forgot to feed the anaconda before I left."

Josie nods her head in slow, lackadaisical movements, and you shake your head; even complete nonsense won't get her attention when she is this focused, but you continue for fun, anyway.

"There goes all the neighborhood pets! His appetite is insatiable."

A pause follows before Josie, who turns her face toward you but keeps her eyes on the Seokjin lookalike, mutters, "Totally," drawing the word out nice and slow.

Ordinarily, you would lay into your friend a little harder, making your story a little more fantastical, but you take the opportunity to pull out your phone and continue on your mission. Vante is not going to swipe on himself, and now that you have paid for Tinder gold and can see everyone who has swiped right on you, you are certain that your search is only going to get easier.

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It takes around thirty-two hours of frequent swiping with three burner phones all showcasing similar profiles with a similar name to find a man who looks like Vante. And, as Seokjin predicted, he goes by the name V.

It takes four more hours for him to message you. The entire time your hand itches toward your phone, eager to make the first move, but you want to see the way he operates, and you want him to think he has full control.

Just as Seokjin predicted, he is 4,000 miles away – which tracks because he is in Milan until the end of the week – and he is using photos that only show part of his face. Luckily, his mouth is distinguishable.

For your part, on one of the profiles you created, you chose photos that you think resemble the girl in the photos in Vante and Min's case file, also only showing parts of your face. And you are not at all surprised when that particular profile is the one he seems drawn to. It makes you wonder if he saw any of the other profiles that you created or not.

You stare at the screen uncertain whether your flirting is all just part of the plan or if you really would like to find out just how well Vante lives up to his promises of not squandering an opportunity for pleasure. He is extremely forward and, to your surprise, it gives you butterflies.

Ordinarily, men speaking this way moments after you first meet would be a red flag, but for some reason, the assignment of getting close to Vante adds to the intrigue – daresay it excites you a little.

All of this feels dangerous. But you have never been one to turn down the chance to play with fire.

i fake my life like i've lived too much i take whatever you're giving - not enough overground, watch this space i'm open to falling from grace

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note: i added this to the master list, but in case it has been missed i just want to add the disclaimer that all detective work and cop jargon in this fic is either made up on the spot or comes from years of watching/listening to true crime media. i have no credentials in this field and i do not claim to know what i am talking about!!! alsoooo lol if your name is Sandra, no it's not. (jkjk hello Sandra! i hope you're having a lovely day!!!)

also!!! some folks seemed confused by Seokjin, so just to clear his involvement up: yes, he was thought to be dead in Boy Blue.

i am thinking about doing little "drabble" chapters where you get to see conversations only between taegi that mc will not be aware of. we'll see how i end up doing it. (is this something you're into or would you prefer 100% of mc's pov like in Boy Blue?)

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setoangel01-fanfiction · 7 months

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Tobacco and Tangerines

Rated: M

Fandom: One Piece (Netflix Show, Anime, and Manga)

Pairing: Sanji x Nami (SaNa or SaNami)

Story Summary: A night of celebration aboard the Going Merry ends with their navigator and chef growing closer than either could have expected...but neither one is complaining.

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Nami opened her eyes only to see hair the color of spun gold glistening in the sun coming through the port window. As she came further back into her body from the sleep that settled heavily over her, she felt a pleasant ache settled between her legs and the warmth of arms wrapped across her shoulders in a loose embrace. Another steady heartbeat pounding against her naked breast and the heat of soft breathing upon her throat had her recalling the previous night and a soft smile rose to her lips without her permission.

Sanji lay naked and fast asleep with his head pillowed on her chest.

Oh… That's right.

It all came back suddenly in bits and pieces.

A celebration of their latest victory, fizzy alcoholic drinks and the most delicious food she'd ever tasted.

Luffy was animated as always. The rubber boy smiling wide and talking a mile a minute with his mouth full until he became enthralled in Usopp's latest tall tales of adventures Nami knew the sharp shooter had never been on. Yet that didn't stop them from being entertaining. Zoro's brooding silence as he finally had the excuse to drink and drink and drink some more while silently watching the celebration unfold with a fondness in his eyes he'd sooner die than verbally admit to.

Yet mostly, she was left recalling the plate of beautiful tangerine tarts Sanji had made especially for her. The sight of the plump caramelized fruit set artistically in a flaky crust the beautiful color of burnished gold. Almost too pretty to eat... Almost. Lifting her eyes to witness Sanji's gentle (not flirty for once) smile, and maybe it was the alcohol talking, but she realized she wanted to kiss that smile off his annoyingly handsome face.

So she did.

After a few more rounds of drinks and more Hors D'oeuvre served with his signature flare, Sanji slipped quietly out from the galley, disappearing into the night for a quick smoke break. Not allowing this golden opportunity to slip through her fingers, Nami made sure her crewmates were otherwise occupied before she followed him.

Sanji stood at the railing, smoke making swirls of white into the darkness surrounding them. The end of his cigarette flashing hints of vibrant orange onto his pale skin. Orange looked good on him… Yet as she slipped next to his side, Nami's eyes lifted into the sky; nothing but varying shades of midnight blue and violet with a shower of stars stretching across the horizon. Taking in the comforting silence with her newest crewmate and friend as well as the beautiful scenery, Nami slowly bit into the tangerine tart she'd brought along with her. The ginger-haired girl closing her eyes, a hum of appreciation amidst the taste of home she remembered so vividly dancing on her tongue.

"How's it taste?" Sanji's voice was honey and the finest wine mixed with the heady scent of smoke.

Nami didn't answer. Merely scooted closer to his side until they were touching. She silently lifted the crescent moon shaped piece of tart that was left and pressed it to his pursed lips. Sanji look surprised for a moment but he quickly acquiesced to her silent demand; always trusting, he easily opened his mouth to allow her to place the remainder of the tart upon his tongue. Petal soft lips brushed against her trembling fingertips before she pulled her hand back. Sanji chewed slowly as she watched the stars from the night sky sparkle in his eyes, blue irises a vibrant shade perfectly replicating a cloudless summer day.

Nami's brown eyes drifting to his Adam's apple as he audibly swallowed before flashing her another of those gentle smiles from the galley.

Afraid to lose her nerve, Nami didn't wait another second. Trembling hand resting at his nape as she pulled herself to her tiptoes and kissed the smile right off his lips. Sanji flinched for only a mere second before he flicked the still lit cigarette into the ocean. Those hands that were always in his pockets found purchase at her waist. Palms and fingers so large and warm against her skin from where her shirt rode up and Nami's skin tingled from everywhere they were touching. Wanting to feel more of it, she'd wrapped her arms around his neck and further deepened their kiss.

Tobacco and Tangerines - a heady combination and perhaps her new favorite flavor.

Needing air, Nami broke their kiss but didn't go far. Merely panted as she pressed her forehead to his own, a grin on her lips as his blonde fringe tickled her skin. Sanji's eyes had darkened, his pupils dilated as he stared at her in open and honest awe-struck wonder.

If Nami didn't have such a good poker face, she'd probably be of a similar reflection.

"It's good…" she whispered against his lips to answer his earlier question. "Hmm. Really good, actually," she reiterated only moments before going in for seconds.

The rest of the night was a blur of quivering flesh under her fingertips. The scent of tobacco and the taste of tangerines sitting cloyingly like the sweetest of syrups on her tongue as she languidly tasted the inside of his mouth. The intoxicating sensation of weightlessness as she was carried into her room and placed gently upon her hammock, where after the slightest hesitation, she pulled the chef in after her.

A blur of clothing being removed to feel more of his flesh, to taste more of the sea salt, the sweetest of the tangerine syrup and nicotine smoke embedded in his pale skin as he took his time to devour her in turn. Her bare heaving breasts fit perfectly into his hands, kneading and gingerly rolling her nipples to a hardened pebble between his sinfully soft lips as she rubbed herself shamelessly against the thick muscle of his thigh where she came undone almost instantly.

Nami could scarcely recognize her own voice as she let out a breathy moan when Sanji gently slipped between her parted legs. A soft sigh and the press of his hips was all it took before he was finally filling her completely. Sanji let out a grunt into her throat and Nami moaned at the sound and sensation, her thighs trembling against his hips as she got lost in the intoxicating sensation of fullness as she pulsated around his molten flesh buried to the hilt inside of her. His precious chef's hands cradling her face and kissing her like she was the most delectable thing he'd ever tasted.

Resting his forehead against her own after he broke the kiss, Nami's eyes slipped open to stare into his. Sanji's eyes the color of the cloudless sky as he smiled at her like she was the All Blue that he'd searched for his entire life. Calloused thumbs brushing at the tears on her cheeks she hadn't even been aware of shedding and she could do nothing but smile back and kiss him like he was the only air she needed. Lost in his eyes, the feel of the muscles rippling in his ass as she pulled him deeper inside until their hips were pressed flush.

All she knew then was the overwhelming pleasure he eagerly gave her body, meeting all her needs without much thought to his own like the selfless soul he was. The smell of tobacco and sea salt in his hair as he kissed every freckle on her throat, the taste of tangerines heavy on both their tongues as they lost themselves to nothing but each other for the remainder of the night…

Sanji suddenly shifted upon her chest bringing Nami back to the present moment. His face resting against her bare breast and she couldn't help but raise a ginger brow at the small smirk lingering on his lips even in sleep.

As if the chef needed an ego boost…

Confident he was still heavily sleeping, Nami's fingernails were gentle as she traced the half-moon indentations and lines she'd embedded into the canvas of his pale back in the heat of their passion. Akin to a wildfire that had gotten slightly out of control. The thin red lines and indents much like the painstakingly inked lines upon the maps she'd made. A smile itched at the corner of her mouth as her chest grew warm at seeing the physical evidence of their passionate evening embedded on his skin.

Perhaps she'd already found the red dotted line that reached to the very heart of him - one so evident in his warm eyes and countless smiles he'd bestowed upon her since the day they met.

Looking at the marks she'd laid upon him, any guilt she may have felt for causing him any sort of discomfort left upon realizing it was only fair she'd left a few marks considering the smell of cigarettes that would now remain in her bed-sheets for the foreseeable future and the taste of the tangerine tarts lingered on her tongue that she'd become slightly addicted to. Continuing to follow the path she'd made in their passionate tryst, she found herself brushing aside the silky blonde hair on his neck and felt a flush of pride at seeing the multiple dark bruises on pale skin showcasing her many kisses she'd eagerly marked at his throbbing pulse point.

It filled her chest with a greed she'd recognized all too easily in herself.

Mine…

The blonde lying atop her suddenly let out a soft grunt as he joined the land of consciousness. "...Nami?" Sanji's voice was a sudden rasp against her breast. Sweet as honey yet sinful all the same as those eyes the color of the bluest skies peered at her from between adorably sleepy lids.

Nami hummed the affirmative, fingernails gently scratching at his scalp and the man let out a throaty moan, writing and nearly purring into her ministrations like a lazy cat. Sanji let out a sigh before he glanced up at her, only one eye visible through his fringe as he preened under her ministrations.

"Hi," he whispered as if he spoke any louder, it would break the intimate moment between them.

Nami whispered back regardless, "Hey."

Clearing his throat, he spoke a bit louder, "Did you sleep well?" Sanji asked. Suddenly, the flirty chef she'd thought she'd known looked almost timid, which didn't make sense considering he was currently using her breasts as his pillows. For the first time she could ever recall since meeting him, he looked flustered - almost shy… A look she never imagined seeing upon the charismatic, overtly chauvinistic smooth-talking chef. Huh. Perhaps she wasn't the only one who put up too many fronts. Nami stashed that information away for later.

Wanting to break whatever tension he may be feeling, Nami leaned down to kiss his forehead. "Mm-hmm, better than I have in years," she answered truthfully against his skin before burying her nose into the silk of his hair.

The chef was silent for a moment before she felt his arms coil around her in a sweet embrace, "I'm glad to hear that…" he muttered. Plush mouth pressing lazy kisses against where her heart beat a bit too fast against her sternum. Thankfully, he didn't mention it as he busied himself kissing along the constellation of freckles decorating her collarbone.

Nami almost hated how comfortable she felt lying completely naked underneath an equally naked Sanji. Bare skin pressed flush and slightly sticky from their previous night as well as the humidity lingering in the air. Without the influence of alcohol and the high of celebration a distant memory, Nami still didn't feel like putting back up her walls just yet. Merely basking in the dawning light seeping in from the port windows and enjoying how the rays turned Sanji's hair into beautiful strands of glistening gold that made the precious metal look rather dull in comparison. He continued kissing her and her fingers threaded lazily through his hair when it hit her just how utterly relaxing it was to merely be with him.

Nami would rather die than admit it, but feeling so relaxed with him scared her…

A kiss pressed against a particularly sensitive part of her jaw had her breaking out of her reverie. A breathy sigh left her throat of its own accord as she pressed her toes into the flesh of his muscular legs, fingers tightening in his hair. Sanji grunted at the action, his nose brushing along her cheek and the fringe of his hair ticking her forehead completely shattered whatever fears she may have had.

Nami let out a brief chuckle at the contact and couldn't help but admire his pleased smile at inadvertently making her laugh. Her hands reaching for his face to brush his hair completely away and placing it behind his ears. It was so rare to see him without half partially or fully obscured and, loath she was to admit it, she kinda liked it. The two stayed like that for a moment before Sanji flashed her another lazy smile. The cook's eyes flicking across her face as if looking for any hint of doubt or reluctance, and not finding any, he leaned in and ever so gently kissed her lips. A soft chaste kiss so unlike the bruising wet kisses from the previous night.

For some reason, this felt far more intimate than the sex they'd had mere hours ago.

The navigator flinched for only a second. Although slightly bitter from sleep, there was still the taste of tangerines lingering on his lips.

It took a second before Nami subtly relaxed into his kiss. Fingertips leaving his face to wrap around his neck, and upon seeing his touch was eagerly welcomed, Sanji deepened their embrace with a pleased moan. Nami was worried that the orange dawn would change things that the starry night hid beneath darkened skies. After a life filled with so much regret, she wondered how this would be any different. Yet his mouth tasted the same under the stars as it did in the dawning light, and somehow, that made all the difference.

Rather than any sense of regret lingering like a thick putrid smoke, Sanji's weight atop her along with his mere presence was nothing but comforting.

Such a rare feeling she'd felt precious little of in her life.

So much had changed since joining the Strawhat crew. Her present existence she never could have imagined living mere months ago yet couldn't imagine anything different now. It was a freedom she was terrified of yet craved like nothing she'd ever tasted before. A life to do with as she pleased that was no longer under Arlong's debilitating rule and her crushing guilt over her mother's death and destruction and deception of her village. Nami had spent her life since clinging so tightly to those things she'd given up her freedom for much like the trees growing upon the deck.

Maybe that's what directed her to Sanji in the first place.

Much like currents in the ocean, the breeze that guides the sails and weather that holds all the power over any navigator. Perhaps she'd lost some of that very agency upon meeting and learning more about the man Luffy trusted to become their chef. Perhaps it was the smell of tobacco identical to the one Bell-mère used to smoke on their porch, the taste of tangerines on his tongue reminding her of those long summer days in Coco Village. The warmest smile Sanji always gave only her echoing so much of the kindness of her sister as well as those villagers she'd left behind. His boundless blue eyes like those long cloudless summer days and sunny skies that represented the happiest memories of her childhood.

Sanji felt like home in the best of ways.

Gasping for much needed air, Sanji broke their kiss. Gently pressing his forehead to hers as she raked her fingernails over the marks she'd made across his shoulders and back. Blue and brown eyes met as both caught their breath. A pull unlike any she ever felt before as she stared at his face. Their lingering kisses and growing passions only intensifying as her hips writhed upon feeling him hardening against her thigh, the sudden shyness of him echoing in his pale cheeks painted with a pretty pink blush. Blue eyes so open and eager to please and seeing how easily this handsome man opened up to them all. Left his entire life at Baratie behind to chase their dreams together on the journey that lay ahead.

Yet as much as he gave, his heart bared completely was to her alone. And like the greatest of treasures, she swore to keep it safe from harm - even from a thief like herself.

Feeling a bit overwhelmed with feelings she really didn't want to unpack right now, Nami flashed Sanji a gentle smile of her own. Certain the awed expression on his face was the same one she was wearing amidst her better judgement. Sanji bestowed on her the gift of another brilliant white smile before he eagerly dove back in for another kiss. This time as he settled between the cradle of her thighs and when he finally melded himself into her body - as well as her heart - Nami readily embraced it.

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ladykailitha · 6 months

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Find My Shade By the Moonlight Part 1

Hello, hello! I bit off more than I could chew trying to get this done by today. But! Here is the first part. They'll be shorter than my usual because it fits the story better.

The title comes from Voodoo by Godsmack, of which was used as the credit song in the first season of the series.

Hazing clouds rain on my head

Empty thoughts fill my ears

Find my shade by the moonlight

Why my thoughts aren't so clear?

The story takes place in a universe where the show continued past the two seasons it was given and is set in 2006. It is also set where the events of the first four seasons happened to other people, but their lives mirror the lives of the people in 1986.

Summary: In the fifth season of the landmark MTV series Fear, they take five college age adults and drop them into the ghost town that is now Hawkins, IN. After the earthquake in 1986 the town was evacuated due to a leak at the now defunct Hawkins Lab.

Steve, Eddie, Robin, Nancy, and Jonathan must now complete tasks or dares over the next two nights, tapping out before completing the task forfeits your chance at $5000. All five will be tested to their limits, but will any of them come out of the experience unchanged?

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Steve heard rustling around him as he was sat down on a very dusty sofa. He coughed a bit, but it wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be.

They had been told that they had to wait until the grandfather clock chimed the hour before they were allowed to remove their blindfolds.

The rustling continued, but in a restless way instead of a simple being moved around way.

The grandfather clock chimed four o’clock in the hallway and Steve pulled off his blindfold.

He was in a large front room that had faded blue carpeting and matching sofas and arm chairs. In front of him was table that had a bunch of equipment and a velvet covered board that had five colored bands. Behind the table was a weird tower that had a screen on it.

Around him were two boys and two girls. The first of the girls had choppy blonde hair and bright blue eyes that sparkled with a mischief that had Steve fighting back a smile. Her style was what his mother called Bohemian. Which he always thought was the polite way of saying eclectic. She had rings and necklaces and bangles everywhere to match her clothes.

The second of the girls also had blue eyes, but short dark curly hair instead of blonde. She wore black slacks and a plain white button down, the sleeves went to her elbow and it was buttoned all the way to her neck. Peaking out of the collar was a simple heart pendant that fell right below the second button.

Steve could feel his cheeks flush when she noticed him looking at her. He turned his attention to the boys. The first one was a quiet boy with light hair and dark brown eyes. He wore jeans and t-shirt with a simple chain around his neck.

He contrasted hard with the remaining boy. He had big brown eyes and long, dark, curly hair. The leather jacket and ripped jeans only completed the look of the many chains and necklaces he was wearing. His hands fiddled nervously with the many rings on his fingers. His Cupid bow lips were set in a firm line, framed by dimples that where there even when he wasn’t smiling.

Steve forced himself to look away.

“Welcome, everyone,” came the robotic male voice that sounded vaguely British. The screen in front of them lit up and the words appeared on the screen as they were being spoken.

“You will each be assigned a random color,” the voice continued. “That color will be randomly chosen to do dares. You will be outfitted with personal cameras that will record you when you are out doing dares. You will be given a dare and time to do it in. If you fail to do the dare in the time limit or you become too frightened and wish to tap out, you will out of the game.”

They all looked at each other nervously.

“You each have the opportunity to win $5000,” the voice said. “This isn’t a ‘the less people you have the more money you get’ situation. If all of you tap out, a new team will be brought in to finish the dares.”

They all nodded.

“You will eat or sleep only during the day,” the voice continued. “Because all dares will be done at night.”

There was some murmuring about that, but Steve stayed silent. That’s what he figured it would be like.

“Because you arrived late in the evening, you will get one day to get to know each other and get set up for the dares.”

Steve breathed out a sigh of relief on that one. That would definitely make this easier. He wasn’t the only one that thought so as there were a couple others that nodded at that too.

“I will call you’re name,” the voice said, “and assign your color. Remember this random and no exchanging colors.”

There below the TV with talking voice were five armbands of different colors.

“Nancy your color is red.”

The dark-haired girl stood up and took the red band. She walked back to her seat and sat down, all without a word.

“Jonathan, your color is green.”

Jonathan cocked his head with a half shrug. He grabbed the green band and sat down on the arm of the sofa Steve was sitting on instead of going back to the chair they had put them in.

“Robin, your color is purple.”

“Could be worse,” she muttered as she got up to grab her band. “It could be pink.”

Steve grinned. He liked her already. Even Nancy hid her smile behind her hand.

“Eddie your color is black.”

The last remaining of Steve’s companions jumped up, pumping the air. “Score!” He skipped over to it and smirked at the last color on the table.

He made his way back to his chair, his knee starting to bounce almost instantly.

“Steve your color is yellow.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Like there was any other color left.” But he dutifully grabbed the remaining band.

“Tomorrow at sunset, you will don the gear in front of you and be assigned dares,” the voice said. “Until then rest, relax get to know each other. There are five bedrooms and three bathrooms as well as fully stocked kitchen. This is the only place that will have electricity and will be considered your safe house.”

“When will we find out where we are?” Nancy asked.

“Tomorrow morning. Until then everyone, get some rest. You’ll need it.”

And then computer turned off.

Robin stretched and yawned. “Fuck, I’m tired. I could sleep for days!”

Steve shook his head. “I’m going to stay up and sleep after they tell us where we are, so my body could adjust to the schedule of sleeping during the day and being awake at night.”

The rest of the group stared at him in shock.

“And how would you know that, pretty boy?” Eddie asked with a little sneer.

Steve sighed. He was about to lose the chance getting along with at least half of them with his next words. “My parents would take me with them on business trips and that how you avoid getting jetlag.”

“So are you rich?” Robin asked.

Steve shrugged. “My parents are. Me not so much anymore.”

“They toss you out?” Jonathan asked, kicking the sofa with the heel that was draped over the arm of the sofa.

Steve bit his lip. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Eddie ran his tongue over his teeth and narrowed his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, but Nancy spoke first.

“He’s right about the jetlag thing though,” she said. “I travel a lot as a journalist and a new schedule can fuck you up good.”

Robin rubbed her chin. “I think that’s kinda the point though.”

They all stared at her like she was crazy.

“Now hear me out,” she said, her hands in the air. “The more tired we are, the more likely we are to get scared at whatever it is they throw at over the next couple of nights.”

“So you’re telling me,” Eddie said slowly, “that if we follow pretty boy’s plan, we can last longer in the scares?”

Robin nodded.

“I’m down,” Jonathan said.

Everyone agreed.

“So what’s the plan with staying awake, then?” Robin asked, turning to Steve.

He grinned.

****

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rainyjeno · 2 years

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thank you to @neochan for being my bestie and editing this for me

PAIRING | jaehyun x reader

SYNOPSIS | you're a princess and jaehyun is your knight.

WC | 5.5K

WARNINGS | overuse of the word princess, sexy time with jaehyun, mark is an asshole

A/N | lmao this took me like a year to finally write but enjoy!

The walls of your room were painted a deep brown, but the furniture was pure white. The color seemed to brighten up the room. You sighed sitting up in your bed. You wanted out. Out of this castle, out of this arrangement, just out. You fluffed your pale pink dress, looking at yourself in the mirror, your bed was disheveled in the background and you cursed yourself for making the maids work harder. You pushed your hair back slightly before turning on your heels, slipping on your shoes, and pressing an ear to the door softly. Once you were sure there was no one in the halls you made your way out of the door and began walking towards the library.

There was never much light in the castle, a few candles here and there but the most light came from outside. As the moon shone through the large windows, you couldn’t help but stop and admire the garden you’d taken so much time attending to with your gardeners. The tulips were blossoming before your eyes. You let out a small giggle before continuing with your journey to the library.

A small gust of wind stopped you in your tracks as you shivered slightly, cursing yourself for not bringing a cover. “Princess?” You’d heard the voice of your favorite knight, rolling your eyes slightly as you nodded, a signal that it was you. “I thought your father said you were supposed to stay in tonight?” Jaehyun raised his eyebrow at you before holding his hand out for you to take.

You let out a soft sigh before taking his hand carefully. “Well, I don’t always have to do what my father says now do I?” You smirked up at the taller boy before tugging him along, “If you must be on watch duty for me then you must accompany me to the library, I want to read again.” You watched Jaehyun’s face tighten, his eyebrows raised and mouth serious, he opened them to object before you quickly shushed him. “I am the princess aren’t I?” You spoke as he followed you around watching you make your way to the library. As you entered the library the only light came from the many desk lamps that were scattered around, you could see his face once again, the way his jaw clenched slightly, your eyes trailed down to his hands and then back up to his face as you made your way towards the bookshelves. You smiled up at him as you plucked a book off the shelf before sitting on the floor, your back leaning against the bookcase. Jaehyun stood, this wasn’t the first time you’d done this with him, but he’d always waited for the invite to sit with you. “C’mon Jae… you know you can sit.” you patted the spot next to you as he took a seat.

“When will you learn Princess, you’re going to get me in trouble.” He murmured as you began to read to him. The smile never left his face. On the outside, he was just your Knight, assigned to keep you safe. It was his destiny, his father and grandfather before him served your family, nobody suspected he’d fallen in love with you as he never let it be known. Many outsiders knew that you were beautiful, and you had many suitors, but knowing you were betrothed to another man kept them away. So Jaehyun kept his love to himself. He never let you know his feelings to not hurt yours. He smiled down at you as you nuzzled yourself into his shoulder as you continued to read the story to him. He adored the way your eyes would light up when you read, your soft and airy voice could soothe him to sleep if he allowed it.

You stopped, looking up at him you spoke, “What will you do once I'm married off? Will you find a new princess to watch over?” You raised your eyebrows as you stood up placing the book back on the shelf and holding a hand out to help him up even though he didn’t need it. He took your hand using it to help him stand up, his height making him taller as he looked down at you now.

“I suppose I’ll come with you, but only if your new husband allows it.” He smirked at you causing you to roll your eyes and shove him slightly. It was nearing one in the morning, you should get back to your room but something wanted to keep you there with Jaehyun. He made you feel safer than your bedroom ever could. You let out a small yawn before stretching your arms as you began the walk back to your room.

“...and what if my husband disapproves or has another Knight lined up to take care of me?” You asked, watching his face fall. “I’m just kidding, I’m sure he’ll approve, you’ve been my favorite since I was sixteen he can’t make you leave.” You let out a smile towards him before walking off, running your fingers over the books that lay on the shelves, your fingers touching every one. “Would you do the honor of escorting me to my room?” you held out your hand smiling up at him as he took it in his.

“It would be my pleasure.” He beamed as he walked with you towards your room, he’s escorted you there many times. Silently hoping one night you’d be bold enough to invite him in, but never asking on his own.

The two of you walked, hand in hand down the hallway, only stopping to admire the flowers once more, you never would notice the way Jaehyun’s eyes traced your skin, from the top of your head to the tips of your toes he admired you, adoring the way your nose scrunched when you laughed, or the way your lips curled when you smiled, no detail went unnoticed. He let out a small sigh when you arrived at your door, you let out a matching sigh before thanking him. “Princess?” he questioned, causing you to look over at him.

“Hmm?” you hummed in response, your eyes meeting his as you gulped slightly a soft blush covered your cheeks, an unfamiliar heat. He never used to make you feel this way, why was this happening now, before you were to be married.

He shook his head, “Nothing nevermind, I hope you have a restful night.” He flashed a smile before turning away from you making his way back down the hall towards his quarters. You watched him, your eyes softening, you felt like something was missing, you didn’t believe that he just wanted you to have a good night, something was hidden behind his beautiful smile if only you could figure out what. You made your way back into your room, the only thing on your mind was Mark and your wedding tomorrow, which some part of you was dreading.

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You’d first met Mark when you were eighteen, you wouldn’t call it love at first sight but the first night in the garden where you laid under the stars with him, although feels like forever ago, was written on your heart forever. The stars seemed to shine brighter that night, the air was cool as it engulfed the two of you. He pointed out all the constellations that he wanted you to see, but you were forever mesmerized by his face. The way his brown eyes sparkled in the moonlight. Oddly enough while you were admiring him, a certain knight was admiring you, and the way your eyes brightened when you talked to Mark about your dreams, or the way your nose scrunched when you giggled at him kissing your nose. Jaehyun could only long to be the one with you. He knew he’d never have you the way Mark did, but at least he’d get to admire you from afar.

Somehow you knew he’d never feel the same way about you, but the more you spent time together you couldn’t help but fall for him. His kind words, the way his hand laid on the small of your back as he escorted you to the dance floor during your annual ballroom parties. Mark's eyes were always on someone else. You could never pinpoint where but they were never on you. As the few years between your eighteenth and twenty-first passed Mark was more and more distant, little did you know he was slowly falling for someone else.

“Mark, we can’t be caught together… I have a duty to the princess.” You could barely make out the girl's voice, as you stopped yourself from turning the corner to listen, but that didn’t stop you from taking a peek. You watched him lean into her slightly, “Mark…” the girl giggled, speaking his name as Mark peppered her face in kisses. That was the moment your heart shattered, you knew he was never truly going to be yours. You turned away from them, your body slamming into your Knight, a small noise coming from your lips as you looked up at him, tears forming in your eyes. You watched his eyebrows raise as you held your fingers to his lips to keep him quiet.

“Take me away from here.” You whispered, your voice hushed, as your eyes pleaded with him not to look around the corner, “Please don’t..” You whispered, but unfortunately, Jaehyun never listened. He peeked around the corner only to see your almost-husband kissing your seamstress. He let out a small sigh, almost as if he knew.

“I’m sorry.” Was the only thing he could say before he ushered you away from the situation that never should have happened.

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You never wanted to be married this young, but twenty-one was almost the standard in your kingdom. You had always hoped to change that when you eventually became queen, but when you were young and one of the greatest storms hit your kingdom, the neighboring kingdoms agreed to help, under one condition, on the princess’ twenty-first birthday she was to be wed to the prince of Oryn. Your parents reluctantly agreed because the kingdom needed their help, so marrying their daughter off seemed like the only way to go.

The morning following your night with Jaehyun was your day to be wed. Your seamstress Hana made her way into your room. “Good morning princess, I’m sorry for waking you but well it is your wedding day.” She spoke, her voice was much softer than yours, you sat up in your bed glaring at her upset at her for waking you but knowing she was only doing her job. You let out a soft huff pushing the pillow into your face before finally sitting up and looking at Hana. She was beautiful, her flowy black hair was always tied up neatly and her brown eyes were to die for. You stood up and looked at yourself in the mirror.

“Alright Hana, let's get me ready to get married.” You whispered your voice soft as you examined your face. Your makeup from yesterday was slightly smudged due to you taking it off messily. “Where shall we start? With my hair? Or maybe my makeup?” You questioned looking over to her, she was slighter shorter than you in height barely an inch, but she smiled up at you before taking your hands in hers nodding.

“I will make you a beautiful bride.” She glanced at your engagement ring, it was a silver band with a shiny red ruby for the center. It didn’t take a scientist to see she was envious of how beautiful it was, and the fact that she may never have someone the way you had Mark despite feeling as if he didn’t love you the way you grew to love him. You nodded, before sitting in your chair allowing her to begin on your makeup. You’d never mention the nights you’d caught her with Mark to her, you had to put on a brave face for your family, your kingdom depended on you and Mark getting married. Your makeup was done subtly, your dress was tighter fitting at the top and flowed down towards the bottom, it had a slight pink hue to it but you adored the way it looked on you. Your hair was in a simple updo and suddenly it was time for you to make your way down the aisle.

The wedding was simple and elegant, the colors champagne and white surrounded the room. White flowers on every table, and by the end of it you were his. “I Do.” and a gentle kiss on your lips by the man who you were supposed to spend the rest of your life with felt like nothing. You felt nothing for him anymore, but your kingdom depended on you to keep your end of the deal. So you put on a smile and went on with the wedding antics. Everyone had speeches about how cute you two were as kids, and how everyone knew one day you would be married, and quite honestly, you were getting bored with this.

Soon enough the music would resume and everyone was up dancing with one another during the slower songs, your new husband took your hand carefully almost as if asking you to dance. You nodded, as you stood up walking with him to the dance floor. He pulled you close to him as you two swayed together. “Are you okay? You’ve been quiet all day..” Mark whispered to you as he leaned in, his voice close to your ear.

You let out a small sigh, “I’m alright Mark… today has just been long.” you replied as he slid his arm around your waist pulling you a bit closer to him. Mark had been watching Jaehyun watch you the entire night. Not that Mark was in love with you, but you were his wife, and only his.

Jaehyun made his way over to the two of you bowing, “May I steal a dance from the Princess?” He held his hand out towards you, Mark’s eyes drifted towards you before he nodded at the knight moving away and walking off. Jaehyun slid into his place, his hand resting on the small of your back pulling you into him, your bodies pressed together as he leaned down slightly to whisper to you, “You look beautiful tonight…” a smile played on your lips, your teeth biting the inside of your cheek to prevent you from saying something stupid.

“Thank You,” you whispered back to him, your face nuzzling in the familiar spot near his chest, the spot you often laid on during late-night readings in the library that went on too long and he needed to carry you back to your room. “You clean up nicely” You smiled brightly, your hands resting on his shoulders as he swayed you, his smile lit up the room the way it lit him up.

Your cheeks flushed as he leaned in, leaving a small peck on your cheek. “You seem, upset princess, can I do anything to help?” He questioned his lips close to your ear, as the music filled both of you, he spun you causing your dress to flow slightly before he pulled you into him, his eyes pouring into yours, he looked sad, a small part of him was sad, you’d be leaving him soon. You blinked slowly letting your emotions fall out, quiet sobs raked through your body as you leaned into him, he kept you close. A part of him knew why you were crying, he knew what Mark had done, had been doing. Jaehyun just never had the heart to tell you. “I’m so sorry… Princess” He whispered as you sobbed into his chest, “I’m sorry for what I'm about to do.”

You looked up at him, cheeks flushed red, eyes burning from the tears that streamed down your face, “W-what?” You looked up at him confused, his hand cupping your cheek wiping away a few tears, you scrunch your nose in confusion, “What are you doing Jae..” Your hand wrapped around his wrist gently.

“I can’t stand to see you hurting anymore.” He spoke, pressing a kiss to your forehead before he turned away from you walking towards Mark, leaving you alone in the middle of the dance floor. You watched him pull Mark from his seat next to Hana by the collar of his shirt. “You don’t deserve her. You never did.” Jaehyun spits his words toward Mark, “None of you deserve to be in the presence of such an amazing woman. You two sit here ogling at each other while she’s hurting.” One punch to Mark's jaw, you can’t make your feet move. You want to stop the fighting, you don’t want anyone to get hurt, but something keeps you still.

“Don’t deserve her? Please we had to get married to appease our parents, there was no love for her ever.” Mark's eyes met yours, the pained expression on your face as tears streamed down your cheeks. He never loved you, he never loved you the way you loved him. You did what you do best and coward, you ran off to your safe place.

Mark's words made Jaehyun glance towards you giving Mark a chance to swing, a good hit to his jawline sent Jaehyun into a blind rage. How dare he make you cry. Punch. How dare he watch the women he loves go through that much pain. Punch. Jaehyun finally gave in when the guards pulled him off the Prince. Both men were bloodied and bruised; he watched Mark wipe his lip carefully and examine the blood on his hand before he disappeared off towards Hana to tend to his wounds. “I’m fine..” Jaehyun muttered to the other guards before walking away to find you and apologize to you for his actions and ruining your wedding.

Jaehyun knew where you’d be, you had one safe place in the entire castle. The library. He made his way there, pushing the door open, and he made his way to you. Your body was shaking with your sobs. “Princess…” he whispered, his voice hushed as he let himself fall to his knees as pulled your body to his. “I’m so sorry… for everything.” He spoke to you as you sniffled looking up at him.

“Oh, Jaehyun..” You gasped quietly, your fingers pressing against the bruises that were forming on his beautiful face. “Why, why did you fight him for me… this could ruin everything.” You whispered to him as your hands cupped his cheeks, but he didn’t care that it might ruin everything, he had to try. He pressed his forehead against yours, his lips slightly away from yours.

“I love you.” He whispered to you before closing the gap between your lips. Your lips moved with his as he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you into his lap, you were the one who deepened the kiss, fingers loosely tangling into his messy hair, you could taste the blood through the kiss but that didn’t matter, all that mattered at this moment was that your favorite knight loved you. He loved you the way nobody else could. His hands traveled down your waist slowly, his fingertips brushing against your thighs softly as you pulled yourself closer to you.

“Please Jae..” you whispered into his lips, as you tugged his hair slightly, his lips making their way down your jawline, as his fingers pushed your dress slightly, he wanted to feel your skin, he craved the feeling of your soft thighs against his rough fingertips. “Want you to touch me..” you mumbled out as he kissed his way down your shoulders. His hands slipped up slightly, he glanced at you, almost as if he was asking for permission but you were in the moment, you felt his hand press against your soaked core. Your eyes met his as you nodded slowly, his fingers pulling the fabric aside to feel you.

He almost moaned at the feeling of your wetness on his fingers, he circled his fingers around your clit causing you to let out a moan burying your face into his neck, slightly embarrassed because nobody had ever touched you like this, and because the soft touches he gave you sent sparks through your body. “I want to take care of you..” he whispered, sinking his fingers into your soaked core, curling them as you moaned into his shoulder. You needed more of him. Your body arched into his every chance it had as you let out soft moans as his fingers curled in you. Your core clenched around his fingers as he kissed down your shoulder, his lips exploring your chest peppering your skin in kisses as he worked his fingers into you, your moans filling his ears, filling the desire he had to please you.

Your fingers tangled into his hair softly tugging, your lips begging to meet his as you lean into him pressing your lips to his, his mouth moving with yours as you begged him to make you cum. “Please, right there Jaehyun..” His name slipped off your tongue as your head fell back against the bookshelf, your orgasm ripping through you as you came on his fingers, your face immediately red with embarrassment. Not only had you cheated on your new husband with your knight but you’d never been intimate with anyone before.

Jaehyun slipped his hand out from under your dress, kissing over your blushed cheeks as you leaned into his chest. “Are you okay?” he whispered his hand rubbing your side as you laid their bodies pressed together. He didn’t want to press the situation seeing as it was nearly impossible for you to feel how hard he was through the armor he was wearing, he could sense how tense you became after what he’d hoped was a good time.

You nodded looking up at him. “Jae… what are we going to do..” You whispered to him, your fingers coming up to cup his cheek. He leaned into your touch and let out a soft sigh, his body relaxing into yours. You never thought your silly crush on Jaehyun was real, you were always betrothed to Mark, that’s what you’d been told your whole life ‘don’t fall in love, you’re already married off’ because of this you never let your feelings for Jaehyun cloud your judgment, but here you were, a mess in his arms and he loved you still.

“Let me take you to your room y/n, you need your rest.” His voice was gentle in your ears as he lifted your body with ease, your head drooping to his neck as you cuddled into him. You’d only heard him use your name a few times but it sounded like honey from his lips.

“Will you stay the night?” you whispered to him before letting your eyes close heavy in your head as you fell asleep to the beating of his heart, too far gone to hear his response

___

The following morning you shot up in bed too fast causing your head to spin. You stood up slowly looking at yourself, you were still in your dress from last night. That's when the memories flooded into your brain, the fight, the blood, the kissing. You shook your head as you sat on your bed rubbing your temples. Emotions were high, there was no way Jaehyun saw you that way. Where was Mark during all of this? You let out a groan as you stood up stripping yourself of the dress. It was then you noticed the remnants of last night, pink and purple bruises covering your chest, you smiled to yourself. Somehow you were more sure than ever of what you wanted, and what you wanted was him.

After showering and dressing you opened your bedroom door and peeked down the hall. You watched Mark fumble out of Hana’s room looking over at you half-heartedly. “What? Your boyfriend beat me up.” He looked at you almost as if he was disgusted.

“You don’t get to speak to me that way. I am your wife, not some plaything you can bully around because you got punched. I loved you!” Loved. You didn’t feel anything for Mark all you could feel was hatred for him, for the idea of him, for even marrying him.

“Loved me? I knew you loved me, but I never loved you, I could never love you.” Mark spoke towards you causing you to back up slowly, your body tensed up at how close he was getting to you. “How could I ever love someone like you y/n, you’ve never truly loved me. You run off with Jaehyun whenever you have the chance.” He spat his words at you, you felt your eyes well up because he wasn’t wrong, but you’d always shoved your feelings for him away, at least until last night. “You can’t even deny it, face it. We love other people.” You let a few tears fall from your eyes.

“I think you should step away from the Princess.” You looked in the direction of Jaehyun’s voice, he stood at the end of the hallway hearing everything that was being said. Mark scoffed, looking at you, his eyes locking with yours as he leaned in gently pressing his lips against yours. You pushed him away, refusing his kiss.

“Stop it, Mark. You don’t get to act like an ass and then try and kiss me.” Your eyes focused on the girl standing in the doorway, “and you. How dare you!” your arms crossed over your chest as you moved towards her, Mark’s arm quickly to protect the girl, causing your eyes to flash between them. “Get out.” you spoke firmly looking into his eyes, tears filling your own before you look back at Jaehyun, “Get them out of here! Now!” you called towards him before pulling yourself back into your room slamming the door shut, before throwing yourself onto the bed letting the tears fall.

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A knock on the door causes you to sit up. You sniffed slightly before brushing yourself off gently, you made your way to the door sighing softly, “Who is it?” your voice was shaky from all the crying you had been doing, and your nose was stuffed.

“It’s me y/n…” his voice was soft and sincere as he looked at your face when you opened the door for him. His arms immediately engulfed you in a hug. He must have fought with Mark again, his helmet was still on, the plates of his armor cool against your skin. He smelt like outside. You pulled yourself away from him slowly, your eyes searching his.

“Jaehyun…” you whispered as he pulled off the helmet shaking his hair out, the front pieces were matted from the sweat. You gulped softly, your eyes trailing down his body as you moved towards him again. You were at a loss for words. Your best friend, your best Knight, the person who’d always been there for you was the person you somehow found yourself in love with him. Your fingers unclipped the armor with ease as he watched you with a raised eyebrow. “I want you,” you whispered before wrapping your arms around his neck, colliding your lips with his.

His hands immediately wrapped around your back. His fingers worked to untie your dress as your hands pulled at the all too much clothing he was wearing. Your fingers tangle into his hair as you deepen the kiss, pressing against him as he successfully slid his hands to your sides after loosening the dress that covered you. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered to your lips gently before picking you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he kissed you again.

His body moved, walking you towards your bed as he laid you down. His hand worked your dress down your body, his fingers pressing into your skin gently as he hovered over you slightly, his hair falling into his face. “You’re entirely too clothed.” You pouted up at him gently watching him pull the shirt he wore over his head, revealing his toned stomach to you. The butterflies bubbled up in your tummy as you slid your hands down his torso, his skin was warm under your hands. He kissed down your neck slowly, you let out soft groans as you pressed yourself into him slightly.

“Let me take care of you, baby…” he whispered into your ear as he kissed down your neck towards your breasts. His eyes always darting to yours for confirmation, your nods enticing him to move his kisses lower. His hands ran over your legs gently as he kissed your lower stomach, his fingers looping into the hem of your panties. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered against the skin of your thighs.

“Jaehyun, please. I need you.” You whined looking down at him slightly, your breath hitching in your throat as your eyes met. A smirk formed on his face as he pressed his tongue flat against your core, a moan fell from your lips as you let your hair fall back against the pillows as he devoured you. His fingers pressed against your hole gently before sinking them into you as his tongue continued the assault on your clit. Your fingers tangled into his hair as you chased your high, his fingers curling slightly into you. “Fuck fuck J-jaehyun!” you moaned out letting your orgasm take over. He pulled himself away from you a small chuckle rumbling from his chest as he kissed back up your torso making his way to your lips, he hovered over you.

Your hands ran down his torso gently as you attempted to steady your breathing, your eyes locking with his. His dark brown eyes were soft and full of love as they poured into yours. He leaned in pressing his lips to yours as his hands continued to hold him up. “I don’t want to hold back anymore.” He mumbled against your lips softly as you wrapped your legs around his waist gently, you felt him against your core, a whimper falling against his lips.

“Jae please just fuck me already” You spoke to him words like this had never escaped your lips despite the nights you spent thinking of this moment with him, his eyes locked with yours as he pressed his tip against your aching core, his head dipping into the crook of your neck pressing a soft kiss as he slid himself into you. You let out a gasp, followed by a whimper.

Jaehyun’s eyes frantically searched yours. “Fuck I’m sorry!” he spoke fast, moving back slightly causing you to let out a whine, you couldn’t take it anymore, he was being too nice to you, you weren’t going to break.

“Please… I need it,” you spoke reaching your arm down between your bodies and guiding him back to your core. “I want you to fill me… please Jaehyun.” he let out a groan before slipping himself back into your soaked core.

His face pressed into your neck as he rocked his hips slowly loosening you up. “Fuck you’re so beautiful,” he mumbled softly as he thrusted slowly, followed by a string of compliments.

“More…” you begged. “Want all of it…” your mind was going numb as he thrusted into you. “Harder please..” you looked up at him, you looked so pretty for him, how could he deny you. He pulled you into him thrusting his length into you smirking at the moans you let out, your arms reached out pulling him to you, meeting his lips once again. His thrusts were steady as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. Your moans fill the room. Your nails digging into his shoulders, clawing down his back you felt the knot in your belly tighten. “G-gonna cum”

“Me too princess… fuck you’re so pretty under me baby…” he looked towards you and held you close to him, grunting at the way your nails scraped at his skin as you came around his cock, he came soon after filling you just like you asked.

He let his body weight fall half on you before your hands ran through his hair softly. “It's okay Jaehyun…” you whispered gently feeling the rest of his weight against you, his lips pressed against your neck as you played with his hair, enjoying the moment for a while. You closed your eyes your breath steadying.

His hands softly rubbed at your sides before he spoke up, “Are you alright?” he sat up slowly pulling the cover over himself slightly as he admired your frame, you nodded softly pulling your body and the cover along with you. You smiled slightly your fingers tracing the marks you’d left on his biceps.

“I’m sorry about that…” you blushed, your ears turning red as you pulled your legs into your body gently looking up at him. You had nothing but love for your favorite Knight. “Jaehyun… will you take me away from here, somewhere that we can be together with no judgment?” your eyes met his with nothing but love and adoration before he nodded softly and laid down pulling you into him.

“Tomorrow Princess, I will take you anywhere you want to go.”

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The afterlife is very sacred to the Chiss. They live their entire lives in service to the Acendancy with the hope that they will be returned to the snow and ice that made them and return to watch over those who they set on the same path. Their students and prodigies.

Thrawn wouldn't pretend to have believed in the idea that after his death his spirit would be magically transported to land where everyone he had ever loved was, where he could watch his people grow, and be at peace. But he also wouldn't deny that he felt a need to protect the Acendancy and that he felt a deep connection to the cold snowy worlds. If he was a spiritual man he would say his soul longed for them. But Thrawn was never a spiritual man, instead he focused his days on protecting his people, his friends; teaching others so that they could do the same; and bettering himself. And in the final days he focused on making sure that his death wasn't in vain. That it meant something. And that final note didn't fall flat.

Thrawn didn't know what would come of him. An eternity burning as some humans believed, would certainly be torture for the Chiss. Wondering forever and ever on planes of ice alone with his thoughts, he couldn't say he would particularly enjoy that. He hoped for eternal darkness, the kind of rest you only get when you enter a deep dreamless sleep. He didn't expect the stories to be true.

He didn't expect to open his eyes and be greeted by soft white light.

Thrawn sat up, his arms coming to rest beside him, none of the sluggishness he had expected was there. There were no burn marks, no shrapnel, none of the telltale signs of the explosion that had taken his life. Or was it the assassin? The purrgil? He couldn't differentiate one moment of the past from another, it all slammed into one jumbled ball. Compared to the stark calm around him, it felt like a blizzard was tearing through his skull.

He held his head in his hands, rocking back and forth, muttering to himself in his mother's tongue, trying to calm himself with the luxury he so rarely allowed. The blizzard was getting stronger. Where am I? Where was I? Who was I? Who am I? What am I? The storm continued to grow and twist and turn. Wrapping him in it's embrace as he slowly began to sink into the soft snow beneath him. A hand reached out and touched his shoulder, and it all came to a stop. The wind was frozen. And his head was empty, for what seemed the first time ever. Looking up at the one who saved him, the face of a Chiss woman stood above. Some 50 odd years younger than she should have been, her bluish black hair slicked back, and an uncharacteristically soft expression on her face stood Ar'alani.

"Mitth'raw'nuruodo..." she whispered, stroking his shoulder. "Come," she held out her hand for him to take.

And he did.

Rising to his feet with her help, he could feel the years sliding off of him, the age, the horrors, until nothing was left except the man he had been years before. With no worries except for the safety of his family. As he rose, he began to see them around him.

The laughing figure of a woman ran past, followed by a gaggle of young girls.

"Vurika!" She passed by.

Ar'alani pulled him forward, to the feet of a middle aged Chiss. He had crinkles around his eyes, but a smile on his face.

"My boy."

"General Ba'kif," Thrawn whispered, hardly recognizing this version of his commander. The older man smiled and slipped an arm around Thrawn's shoulders.

"No status here, simply Ba'kif," Thrawn smiled, a sense of warmth blossoming in his chest. He began to look around, counting off the faces he recognized. Rik'ardok, Mak'ro, In'daro, Ali'astov, even Urf'ianico. There were non-Chiss there as well, though none that he could make out. He saw a man with brown hair and a crooked smile and began his way, before Ba'kif's hand pulled him back with a small bittersweet smile on his face.

"Wha..."

Ar'alani stepped forward "He's not here yet Raw," She explained before once again taking him in her arms and pulling him forward.

"Where are you taking me?" The two Chiss stayed silent, smiles on the both of their faces as they traveled through the comforting cold, surrounded by the voices of the dead. Then standing before them a stadium, an exact replica of the chamber where so many times he was called to explain his actions to the Aristocra, they stopped. He looked around with confusion, wondering what this was. Before the images began. Eli, Faro, Che'ri, every living prodigy of his sprung to live before them. Living out their dreams, and fulfilling their duties to protect their Acendancy. A smile on his lips, the young Raw turned from the spools of colour only to find another man in front of him, a wry smile on his lips. A grin broke out on his own usually stoic face.

"Hello Thrass."

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When Faith Meets Juvenile - Chap 1

This is a Dale Holt x reader story. There's no (y/n) insert. I'm just avoiding the use of the reader's name and it is female-based. There are hints of physical appearance, but nothing in-depth.

This writing contains highly sensitive content like violence, drugs, the use of weapons, abuse, mental illness, hostage situations, talk of suicide, religious abuse, smut, and other mature themes. Reader discretion is advised. MUST BE 18+ TO INTERACT.

I do not allow anyone to copy, alter, or repost my work as their own.

3767-word count

Growing up in Two Rock comes with a lot of nothing. The scenery is brown dirt, cactuses, and hills. The sun beats down directly on people, leaving them crisp with a bit of heat stroke. Some kids figured out how to make their childhood entertaining, but it wasn’t an option for me. My father is a well-respected pastor at the Two Rock Chapel, and my family and onlookers expected me to be well-behaved. I was, for the most part, until I met a boy. He changed my life forever, and I’ll never forget what happened.

“Jesus said, ‘I will come and heal him.’” My father’s deep and authoritative voice flooded the churchgoer’s ears as he paced the stage. I sat front and center. So my dad could keep an eye on me and for everyone to see how disciplined I was. My mother looked perfectly prim and proper to the right of me, and my older brother was to the left, wearing a suit with his hair gelled back nicely. I wore a pale blue dress that went up to my neck with a white collar and short sleeves that puffed out. The dress was cinched at my waist to show off my healthy physique (my mother says it’s good to show off without showing skin), and the dress’s bottom belled out past my knees. I wore sheer tights underneath with heels to match. My hair was pulled into a sleek pony, and I was accented with pearl earrings and a necklace. Only the lightest touch of makeup was applied to my face to accentuate my features, but not enough to be called a whore.

My bible was open and sitting in my lap. Like always, I followed the sermon my father was teaching. I had a notebook open and was writing down thoughts and questions that popped up. As a preacher’s daughter, I was meant to lead by example, but I wasn’t doing this for them or to be a good child for my parents. I was doing this for me. My faith has always been important to me, and damn it, I am a good kid. Sometimes, I wish I had a rebellious bone in me, like my brother, who secretly sneaks out of the house to do God knows what. One night, I followed him, but he caught me within 10 minutes and dragged me back to the house. He told me I shouldn’t ruin my innocence, that once I tasted the bad things in the world, I could never get it back.

“I ask that some of our worship members join me on the stage as I close us out this morning,” My father’s voice became soft, “You may bow your heads and close your eyes.” My back slumps over as I droop toward my lap, and my eyes flutter close. The sound of a piano starts to float around me, and a woman’s voice begins to sing quietly.

“Amazing love, how can it be? That you, my King, would die for me?”

My father spoke above the singing, asking if anyone in the crowd didn’t know God and wanted to get to know Him, to raise their hands, and that someone would join them to pray. People were slowly leaving their seats, going to the altar, and sitting on the ground to pray. My brother slowly slid out of his seat, sat at the end of the stage, leaning the top half of his body over it, and began praying. My mother tapped my knee as if to say I needed to join the others who were kneeling. I walked up to where my brother was and sat on the ground behind him, making sure my dress was tucked neatly under my legs and bowed my head into my lap.

When the service ended, I was greeted by people praising me for my well-behaved manners and asking what kind of things I’d done so far over the summer. I indulged in conversation and made small talk while waiting for everyone to filter out. The heat was rising in the building, and I could feel my dress sticking to my back. Once the last person left, my family was also free to leave. Usually, after church, we go out to eat for lunch and spend the day together until evening, when the second sermon of the day starts. Yes, you must think we’re crazy for having church twice on Sundays, but that’s how we do it here. But today, I didn’t feel like going out; it would be extra hot, and I wanted to go home and get out of this stuffy dress.

“Daddy, could you drop me off at the house? I promised Nelly I would return her book this afternoon.” I asked my dad as we all got into the car.

“Can’t you do that after we eat?” He looked back at me through the review mirror.

“I’m not very hungry,” I pause, “I was hoping I could stay at her place for a little so we could talk about the book together.” It wasn’t a lie; I said I could probably bring the book sometime today, but I don’t plan to stay long at her house. I just wanted time to be by myself for a while.

“Honey, it’s family day.” My mom states.

“I know, bu-”

“Oh, come on, it’s not like her to ask to hang out with friends often. Why don’t you just let her go.” My brother pipes up from beside me. I was shocked for him to come to my rescue; he protects me often but doesn’t usually go out of his way to help me with our parents.

“James is right. I think it’ll be okay, just this once, to miss a family day.” My dad speaks. A bright smile appears on my face, and I thank my father for letting me have this day. I glance at my brother with a silent thank you as well.

As we pulled up to our house in Big Oak Neighborhood, I promised my dad I’d be back in time for church tonight and wave goodbye as they set off to some restaurant. As I enter the house, my shoulders instantly relax as the cold air hits me. I unbutton the collar of my dress as I walk down the hallway toward my bedroom. Once in my room, I kick my heels into some random corner, rip the dress over my head, and toss it to the floor. I lay on my bed for a few minutes in my undergarments, letting the cold air kiss my sticky skin. When I finally get up from my bed, I pick out a pair of short overalls that hit just above my midthigh, the shortest thing I was allowed to wear, and a plain white tee to go underneath. I put on a pair of socks and sneakers and redid my hair into a slightly messy braid. I grabbed my tote bag and put Nelly’s book inside, along with my journal.

I entered the kitchen and grabbed the necessary things to make a sandwich: bread, mayo, meat, cheese, pickles, you know, the works. Once put together, I put the sandwich into a paper bag and then stuffed it into my tote bag. I grabbed a few more snacks from the pantry, filled my water bottle, and headed out the door. It was peak sunrise in Arizona, and the heat was hitting a hundred degrees. The sun hit the sidewalk’s concrete, bouncing up and blinding me. I squinted as I walked past the houses on my street and turned down Ranger Rd. The third house on the left belonged to Nelly. I approached the front door and knocked my knuckles against the wood. A few minutes passed, and I heard a few voices exchanged back and forth before the door swung open.

“Hey!” Nelly’s giant smile greeted me.

“Hi, sorry to intrude. I was just stopping by to drop your book off.” I reached into my bag and pulled the book out.

“You finished it already?” She looked shocked as she reached out to grab the book from my hands.

“Yeah, I just spent a whole day reading it, which wasn’t hard since it was a good book.”

“Did you want to come inside and talk about it for a while?” Nelly’s body slid to the side, revealing I was okay coming in.

“Oh, no, sorry, I have to get back home. It’s Sunday, so I have to be with my family. I was just allowed to stop by and drop the book off.”

“No worries! We can get together another time to discuss the book!” Nelly said as she closed the door.

I walked, about an hour, in the direction of a park, a place I’ve gone to a few times when needing space from others. Usually, I would tell my parents I was studying at the library, but with it being summer, I couldn’t use that excuse. I found a wooden bench seat in the shade and made myself comfortable. Inside my tote bag was my MP3 player, so I took my headphones out and placed them over my ears, letting my music drown out everything around me. I pulled out my journal and pen and began writing about everything I felt. This journal was my deepest and darkest thoughts, and if anyone got a hold of it, I would be in deep shit.

After a few hours, I had eaten all my food, and my water was almost gone. I decided it was time to leave. Collecting all my things and putting them back into my bag, I headed home.

“Watch out!” A voice behind me yelled out as I was about to cross the road. The next thing I knew, something slammed into my back, sending me flying to the ground, and a heavy weight landed on top of me.

“Ah, shit.” The gruff male voice said. Then, the heavy weight that was pinning me down lifted. I turned around to look up at what had hit me to see a figure towering over me. The sun was behind the guy who ran into me, making him look like a silhouette. “Are you okay?” He asked me.

“I-I’m fine.” I tried to push myself back on my feet, but once I put weight onto my left leg, I collapsed. I expected my body to meet the asphalt again, but instead, a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist. When I looked at the guy this time, I could see his features. Short brown hair that was messed up from the crash, piercing blue eyes creased with worry, and a face shaped like God had carefully pieced him together. Suddenly, I forgot I was hurt and found myself staring at this guy with my mouth agape and speechless. He was a bit rugged-looking, but that made him more attractive in my eyes. A slight smirk appeared after what felt like forever of just looking at his face.

“You like what you see?” His statement ripped me out of my daze. A cough erupted from my throat, and the heat rose to my cheeks.

“N-no,” I stuttered, “Just confused about how you crashed into me.”

“I tried to stop, but the brakes on my bike weren’t working.”

“Could you help me stand?” He was holding me in a dip position, like we were dancing, from catching me. His face was only inches away from mine. It was the closest I’ve ever been with a male. I’d never been embraced by one before; having his arms around me was weird, but I also didn’t want him to let go of me. I felt strange for thinking this way. I mean, I didn’t even know who this guy was! He could be a murderer for all I know.

"Ah, fuck.” The brunette cussed, “Your leg is messed up pretty good.” His crystal eyes darted around the park, looking for something, like he was worried someone would see us. The smirk that once sat across his face turned into a hard line, and his eyebrows furrowed together. I looked down to see what he was looking at. There was a large gash from the center of my shin down to my ankle, and blood was dripping down, staining my shoelaces red.

“How far do you live?” He asked me.

“I live in Big Oak Neighborhood.”

“Why the fuck are you over here?”

“I like this park, it’s quiet.”

“You know this part of Two Rock is the trashy side, right?”

I rolled my eyes at the guy, “I think I’ll be fine to walk back.” I tried to pry his arms off from around me, but he was way too strong.

“Yeah, I don’t think you can walk that far.” His grip around me tightened, “My house is around the corner. I can patch you up and then drive you home.”

He helped me sit back on the warm ground as he picked the bike up. His blue eyes scanned the black metal and wheels. Once pleased with what he saw, he helped me situate myself on the bike. I rested my hands on the handles and set my feet on the pegs of the wheel in front of me. His muscular arms reached around my sides, and he placed his hands next to mine. Slowly, he started pushing me away from the park. It took us about ten minutes to reach a brown fence, and a small house with a porch was not too far away. It was the kind of home that seemed cozy. I always dreamed of living out in the country. My home back in Big Oak was your typical suburban house. It looked identical to the ones around; the grass was green, and we even had a white picket fence. I know I should be thankful for where I live; not many people have the life I do, but I still wish things were different for me.

Once we got to the porch, he stopped the bike and helped me off it. I felt terrible that he was going out of his way to do all this for me. Yes, he ran into me, and I wouldn’t be injured if it wasn’t for him, but he didn’t need to help me in the way he was doing. Slowly, we made our way up the steps of the porch. His strong arm wrapped around me, pulling me tight into his side as I hopped up each step on my good leg. We entered the house, down a small hallway, and entered a tiny bathroom. Without warning, I was lifted off the ground and placed on the sink counter. A yelp escaped my lips, and I gripped the male’s shoulders in front of me. He stared back at me with the same smirk from earlier.

“I’m tempted to make you yelp like that again.” His voice was low and husky as he spoke. I wasn’t fully aware of what he meant by that, but my body still reacted anyway. Goosebumps erupted on my skin, and my face burnt with embarrassment. He stood there with his arms beside me, his face inched closer to mine, stopping a breath away from my lips. I had just met this guy, and yet I wasn’t going to stop him. But he pushed away and started rummaging through the cupboards. I watched how his face looked as he focused on grabbing whatever supplies he needed. His face relaxed into its natural state, with soft eyes, his lips pursed only slightly, and his hair fell forward onto his forehead. When he got everything, he turned the faucet on and waited for the water to warm.

“I’m going to clean up the area around your wound. This won’t hurt too bad, but I will disinfect the wound immediately after, which stings a little.” I nodded my head and watched him as he knelt to get level with my leg. As he wiped away the blood that covered my leg, he was gentle, not to hurt me. With most of the blood gone, I could see what the gash looked like, and it seemed I would probably need some stitches. He then grabbed a bottle and took the lid off.

“Alright, this isn’t the fun part.” He said pouring the liquid right over my wound.

“Fuck!” I yelled and instinctively covered my mouth. It hurt a lot more than he was explaining.

“Sorry, Doll, it needs to be cleaned.” He waited awhile for the liquid to do its thing before pressing some soft gauze against my gash and wrapping it with medical tape. He stood back up and placed himself between my legs. “You’re all patched up now.”

“T-thank you.” I kept my gaze on the ground because I knew if I looked up at him, I would become even more of a stuttering mess.

“I guess it’s time I drive you home.” He gripped my hips and helped me slide off the counter. If my dad knew a male was touching me in the manner this guy is, he would lose his shit.

“What time is it anyway?”

“Around 5 o’clock.”

“What!? You have to get me home now!” I tried to hobble out of the bathroom, which only caused the male behind me to laugh.

“You look like a deer trying to walk for the first time.” He said as he watched me from the bathroom as I grabbed onto things around me to stay steady. “What’s the rush anyways? You have a curfew?”

“Yes! My parents are going to kill me. I should’ve been home an hour ago!”

“Woah, don’t get your panties in a twist. You’re a teenager. What else are they expecting? This shit is normal.”

“Not in my household, and not on a Sunday.” Confusedly, He looked at me, “My dad is the pastor at Two Rock Chapel. I’m expected to be perfect and well-behaved. I wasn’t even supposed to be out this way. I lied and said I was going to a friend. I’m going to be in deep shit.”

“Wait, you’re the preacher’s daughter?” His blue eyes opened wide at this information. “You’re like Two Rock’s most innocent princess.”

“Huh?” I grabbed the chair in front of me to balance myself, “People talk about me?”

“It’s Two Rock, Doll. Everyone talks about everyone.” He made his way over to me, “Here, let me help you.” One arm reached around my side to help support me once again.

“Oh yeah? Then who are you?” I asked, looking up at the handsome stranger.

“I’m Dale, Dale Holt.”

“Holt? Dale Holt?” The name sounded familiar, but I couldn’t place where I’d heard it before.

“You might’ve seen me in the papers. I’m pretty famous around here.”

“Oh really? I didn’t know I was in the presence of a celebrity.” A chuckle fell through his lips, and the feeling of warmness flooded through me.

“It’s probably for the best you don’t know who I am.” Again, his face turned serious. There was something dark and lonely hiding behind his eyes. I wanted to ask him why it was for the best that I didn’t know who he was, but I knew it wasn’t my place to pry, especially with someone I just met.

Once in the truck, I instructed Dale on how to get to my house. He slowly drove while looking at all the homes we passed. When something was interesting or cool, he would point it out and say they should add it to their farm. I could sense the want from him to be someone living behind these walls, to live the life that I have. That was the first time my heart stopped. Watching him stare out the window and play out what could be if he were a resident here. We didn’t discuss our similarities in wanting what the other had, but I could feel it from him. And in that moment, I had never felt more connected to someone else before. It was odd to connect without any interaction, but something within me stirred. He seemed to have felt the same feeling cause his head turned slowly to look at me, and we locked eyes for what felt like an eternity. We understood each other. Finally, a person, completely different from the other, felt what we felt.

He ripped his eyes from mine and said, “Do you want me to drop you down a few houses?”

“You can pull up to my house.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want anyone thinking bad about you for being with me.” His eyes drifted down to the floorboard.

“Why would anyone think badly about that?”

“I’m not the type of guy your church people approve of.”

“Well, it’s none of their business. You may have been the reason I got injured, but you helped me. So thank you.” I flashed him a small smile, “If it makes you feel better, my parents are probably already at the church since my dad has to set up for the sermon.” He did as I said and pulled into my driveway, and just like I suspected, the family car was gone.

“I’m sorry for your leg,” Dale spoke in a low tone.

“It’s okay. You helped me a lot today, and I really appreciate it. Thank you, seriously.” I went to open the door, but before I could get out, I felt his strong hand wrap around my arm again.

“Can you walk to the door?”

“I think I can manage this one.” He released my wrist, and I slowly lowered myself out of the truck. “Dale?”

“Yeah?”

“I’d like to see you again someday.”

“I would like that too, Doll.”

I closed the truck door and slowly limped to the door of my house. A stupid smile plastered on my face as I opened the door and walked inside. The sound of his truck driving away off in the distance.

Dale Holt. The guy that changed my life forever.

AN:

Hey guys! I hope you liked this first chapter! I'm not the best writer in the world, but I hope you enjoy reading this. I will try to get chapters out fairly frequently, but I work 2 jobs and can get pretty busy. So please be patient with me! Please let me know if you see any errors so I can fix them! I do use editing software, but only some things get caught. I want everyone to know that some experiences the reader has are things I've dealt with personally (and so have others), so please be kind in the comments when talking about any of the serious situations!

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flowersbane · 8 months

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YESSSSS THANK YOU!!! I read your Joshua x Jote fic and I love the flower festival idea!! PLEASE GIVE THAT BOY SOME SLEEP AND ROSES!!! (*≧∀≦*) I’m glad I could inspire you and can’t wait for pt. 2! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

you are most welcome!! thank YOU for your request, i had so much fun writing it! thank you for your patience & i hope you enjoy part 2!

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Stop & Smell the Roses, pt. 2

Joshua Rosfield x Jote

Joshua and Jote spend some time at the festival. Joshua's eager interest for the festival may have been a bit more than Jote had expected.

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 2.2k

Tags: Flower Festival, Jote Worries And Joshua Scurries (Off Somewhere), Festival Shenanigans, Fluff, Cutesy, Sweet Words And Sweeter Declarations, Jote Appreciation, The More Carefree Half Of The Story, Unedited

You can read part 1 here!

The following morning, Jote woke before Joshua. She pulled on her cloak and gloves, careful not to wake the sleeping Phoenix. He looked so much younger in his sleep. She could almost imagine him as an ordinary boy, not bound by prophecy or duty or his unyielding ailments. She would’ve liked to see a world where Joshua Rosfield was unburdened. But this was not that world.

She pulled on her boots before quietly exiting the room. The downstairs tavern was mostly empty, save for a few stragglers who were still passed out at various tables. She approached the bar and ordered two plates of breakfast. After paying, she took the plates upstairs. She had to place one of them down in order to open the door. She kept note of which it was to ensure that it was not the one she would serve His Grace.

Joshua was awake when she re-entered the room, but it looked as though he had only just awoken. “Jote,” he got up to help her, holding the door and softly closing it behind her.

“Good morning. I hope I did not wake you.”

“No, you didn’t.”

Jote offered him the first plate. He nodded his thanks.

The two sat in silence for a few moments as they began to eat. After several minutes had passed, Joshua spoke again. “The markets will open soon. Once we are finished eating, we should make our way outside to begin our search.”

“Yes, Your Grace.”

Breakfast was as uneventful and peaceful as it was most mornings. The day was young and the hour was too early for trouble to find them. Joshua slid his sword into its sheath and pulled his hood over his head. He led the way downstairs and out, onto the streets that were slowly beginning to crowd. He glanced from side to side before settling on a direction.

The streets were lined with floral decorum and eager merchants. They focused on Jote as she passed, no doubt finding her much more approachable than the cloaked man she walked with.

“Fresh preserves, come get your fresh preserves!”

“We have the sweetest honey you’ll ever find!”

“Buy a bouquet for your wife! Steal her heart all over again!”

“You there, young lass, you look like you know how to appreciate a fine bottle of wine!”

Jote looked away from the merchants. From what she could see, Joshua seemed completely unbothered by them. He was walking at a moderate pace, head directed forward, when suddenly his path was cut off by a small child.

“Fresh flower crowns, milord, I’m selling fresh flower crowns! Only three gil a piece!” She was carrying a basket of flowers and looked to be around five or six years old. Her round cheeks were flushed and her reddish brown hair was tied into two pigtails on either side of her head.

Jote stepped forward to guide the child out of their path, but Joshua raised a hand to stop her. “Lord Margrace?”

He crouched down, allowing the hood to fall from his head. “Let’s see what you have then, shall we?”

The little girl’s face lit up. She shuffled around her flower crowns until she found one that was on the thinner side. A circle of daisies was lined by greenery, bound together by a white ribbon in the back. “I think this one would suit you best,” she said.

He allowed her to place the crown on his head. He turned to look up at Jote. “Well? What do you think?”

She did her best to ignore the quickened beating of her heart. “It’s lovely, my lord.”

Joshua turned back to the girl. “I would like to buy this piece, please, along with something for my friend here.”

The girl’s grin widened and she nodded. She took out a second crown for Jote and presented it to her. This one was thick with deep emerald leaves and violet flowers. “For you, milady.”

“Thank you.” Jote handled the piece with gentle fingers. She glanced at Joshua. He gave her an encouraging nod. Her face still warmed as she placed the crown on her head.

The girl held out an open palm to Joshua. “That will be 10 gil!” she declared.

Joshua raised his brows, but he did not sound at all offended when he asked, “10 gil?”

“3 for each crown, 2 for each consultation.” She sounded like she was struggling with that last word, still too unpracticed in language to gracefully speak it.

Joshua chuckled. He paid her exorbitant fees and the girl dashed off. Jote took a step closer as Joshua got to his feet. “Your Grace…” she said in a low voice.

“It’s alright, Jote. We have the funds to spare.”

Her doubtful look remained. Joshua only smiled and continued their path through the merchants’ stalls. He kept his hood down, which unnerved Jote, but she saw the look on his face. The small joy. She couldn’t bring herself to interrupt it. Just for today, she told herself.

They eventually crossed a stall manned by an old woman. It was cloaked in squares of dark fabric, but through its opening, Jote could see that the inside glowed with candlelight. “Ah, you two, lovebirds,” the woman called.

Jote blushed at her obscene accusation. Joshua only grinned and approached. “This is quite the setup you have here,” he said.

Hardly. Jote kept her disagreements to herself. If this is meant to be a fortune teller’s tent, she has everything all wrong.

“You look as if you have traveled much, milord. No doubt there is much you have yet to discover. I could help you get a step ahead. For a fair price, of course.”

There was no way His Grace would–

“Why not? Sounds interesting.”

Jote gawked at him, mouth fallen ajar. “Lord Margrace,” she attempted to caution.

He only glanced over his shoulder and shrugged, as though he was just as helpless as she was. She hesitantly followed him into the woman’s tent. Joshua sat on the bench closest to the entrance while Jote stood just behind him and to his left. The woman took the seat across from him.

“I do things a little differently from other tellers,” the woman explained.

You don’t say. Jote tried and failed to keep her cynicism from her face.

“I use flowers to see into the otherworld. They communicate things to me known only by the land.”

Jote crossed her arms over her chest. If that were true, why waste your time selling fortunes on the side of a road?

The woman’s attention suddenly turned to Jote. “Oh, please, dear, take a seat too. You are also part of this journey, are you not?”

Jote stalled, refusing to move from her spot near the exit until Joshua turned to look at her. He patted the empty spot on the small, wooden bench next to him. She gave him a look. Are you serious, Your Grace? He returned it with one of his false pleas. Please, Jote. She sighed and crossed the small, empty space between them. There was barely enough room for two people. When she sat beside him, there was no way to keep their legs from touching. He didn’t seem to mind so Jote tried to ignore the contact.

“Please,” Joshua invited the woman to begin.

The supposed-teller spread out a variety of flowers onto the deep purple tablecloth. She ran her fingertips over the petals, closing her eyes, and taking a deep breath. “Your travels have not been easy,” she said. Jote was unimpressed. The woman continued, “for they have come with a heavy burden. Not one easily seen.” Jote stirred a little in her seat. It was still too vague to mean anything, but she didn’t like the idea that the woman would guess anything correct about them. “The good thing is, the two of you have each other.”

Now Jote’s face was warming up. Joshua flashed her an affectionate smile, but the best she could do was a quiet hum, small nod, and an awkward, upwards twitch of the corners of her lips. He seemed satisfied with that as he turned his smile back to the woman. Her gaze was locked on Jote. It startled her for a moment, eyes widening when they met the old woman, but there was nothing to be alarmed about in the woman’s face.

“He is very dear to you.” Her heartbeat quickened. “You are the winter to his summer, the thunder of his lightning, the shadow of his flame.” She tried to keep still in her seat, but it just made her posture frigid. “The flowers say the two of you have been together for a long time, and you have longer, still, to be by each other’s side.”

Joshua was still entirely unconcerned. “That’s good to hear, isn’t it?”

She gave him a worried look, but his expression only made her sigh. “Yes, my lord.”

The fortune teller continued to make general, open-ended statements for a few more minutes. Once she was done, Joshua paid her fee and the two stepped back outside.

“That was intriguing, wouldn’t you say?”

“You cannot truly believe she had the ability to speak to the planet through flowers–”

But he was already several yards away; scanning the area for the next extortion he could become the victim of, no doubt. Jote sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that day, and quickened her pace to catch up with him.

She was glad he was taking the time to enjoy the festival, but she wondered if she had relaxed too much. By the time the sun was beginning its descent across the sky, they were down a couple hundred gil and still nowhere near completing their task at hand. Of course, all of the merchants with useful wares were located at the end of the street. Joshua purchased more supplies for travel. After some convincing, he also bought more supplies for medicine.

Jote relaxed over the stretch of the day. How could she not? The Phoenix’s joy was as catching as his flames. She had thought she had wanted him to take time to rest, but seeing his smile, seeing the curiosity that sparked in his crystalline eyes every time they crossed something new, she knew this had been what she wanted all along. Even if it could only last a short amount of time, he would be Joshua today. Not the Phoenix, not an archduke or the leader of the Undying, just Joshua.

They were nearing the end of the market when the voice of a middle-aged man with dark hair and a short beard reached them.

“Fresh roses,” he called. “Good for decor, freshness, and softening your lover’s heart.”

Joshua tossed a playful grin in her direction as he pivoted his steps to head towards the rose stall instead. “I’d like to buy one,” he told the florist.

“Ah, of course, my travel-worn friend, please, select whichever you’d like.”

It didn’t take long for Joshua to make his decision. The florist wrapped the stem in thick, brown paper and Joshua paid him. As he and Jote continued their walk, he held the flower out to her.

“My lord…” Receiving a gift from him felt like diving into a deep pool from a cliffside edge that was almost too high to trust. She did not immediately reach to take it from him. Instead, her hand lingered by her chest, fingers in the proper formation to hold the stem.

“It’s a gift, Jote. Take it. Please.”

She reached for it, handling it like it was made from the thinnest glass. “Thank you, Your Grace.” Her voice was barely a whisper, but he heard it.

He tipped his head upwards, face met with the golden, afternoon rays. “You were right to have us stop here,” he said. “You would think by now I would have learned that I need not doubt you. For if I know one thing in this world, it is that you will always act with my best interest at heart.”

Jote could not look away from him. Her mind told her that she was staring, that she should say something, but her heart had seized every muscle in her body. He had seized every part of her. The last thing she wanted was for him to let go.

When she remained silent, he eventually laughed. It was an affectionate, kind sound. She did not need to say anything. He knew. He extended his arm, holding out his hand with his palm facing upwards. “Come. Let us return to the inn. We will find something to eat along the way.”

It would be improper of her to hold his hand. But it would also be improper of her to refuse him. She passed the rose into her right hand and took his in her left.

“Always,” she whispered.

“Hm?”

She lifted her gaze to meet his. “I will always remain by your side.” She spoke louder this time, but only just so he could catch her words.

His smile was natural. Because he knew. He didn’t need to say anything. Because she knew too. She’d known for a very long time. They both had.

“And I will treasure every second of it,” he swore.

#ff16 #ffxvi #final fantasy xvi #final fantasy 16 #ffxvi spoilers #final fantasy 16 spoilers #final fantasy xvi spoilers #ff16 spoilers #joshua rosfield x jote #jote #joshua rosfield #fanfic

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phoenix-manga · 3 months

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Rozeline Pierrette

CV: Sekine Akira

Biographical Information

Gender: Female

Age: 18

Birthday: May 6

Starsign: Taurus

Height: 173 cm

Eye Color: Coal Black

Hair Color: Sanguine Brown & Bone White

Professional Status

Dorm: Chateau Beastiale

School Year: 3rd Year

Class: 3-e | Student no. 8

Occupation: Student | Dorm Leader

Club: Magical Artworks Club

Best Subject: Ancient Rune Reading

Fun Facts

Favorite Food: Cheese Souffle

Least Favorite Food: Foie Gras

Dislikes: Faulty products

Hobby: Painting surreal subjects

Talents: Photographic memory

Idol Stats

Performance: Vocals suited for classical or opera. Has a certain limit to high pitch or she is going to crack her voice

Choreography: Doesn't mind energetic moves, but prefers the more elegant and interpretive movements

Styling Jewel Outfits: Classical | Gothic

Rozeline used to be a social child until a certain incident left her closed off from mingling with others who aren’t in her family. On the surface, she is a stone-faced genius with skills that would no doubt have her scouted in various industries.

But to those she is close with, she is actually a bit of a dork who gets enthusiastic with her topic of interest. Also, she gets a bit bashful once she was told she was rambling once again.

Rozeline is known for possessing photographic memory that allows her to remember almost any incident which can be fortunate or unfortunate in her case. She can recall even the smallest of details which is impressive but this also means that any unpleasant memory doesn’t disappear.

She has an appreciation for the genre of horror and psychological thrillers, she learned to get over her fears and she enjoys the attention to detail to make the genre horrifying. Rozeline practiced art to make several pieces that depicted horror parallel to her imagination. Her father is proud of her talents but feels unnerved with the artworks hanging in the dark hallway of their house.

Apparently, according to Uncle Vargas, she has incredible reflexes when she’s walking while reading compared to when she isn’t. Which baffles the man a lot but he guessed that’s a hidden talent that Rozeline is known for having.

Hometown: Land of Pyroxene

Family Life

She and her father recently moved to the Land of Pyroxene, their neighbor just so happened to be Ashton Vargas. Little Rozeline met Ashton Vargas at around age 5, when she and her father moved to the neighborhood and her father wanted to give baskets filled with ham, quality cheese and wine to their neighbors. She and her father first went to Vargas’ household because he was literally next door to their house. They became family friends and Ashton became an honorary uncle to Rozeline.

As for, Rozeline’s birth mother, she passed from an illness few years after giving birth. Though Rozeline has vague memories of her mother, it was clear that her father loved his wife so much. She often gazes at pictures in the albums, asking her father what she was like.

Before the “incident”, she was just like any child, playing outside with friends and sometimes getting a bit muddy in the process. She used to be quite the energetic little girl, always wanting to play hero instead of damsel with the other children. She’s always admired the brave heroes in the stories that her father reads to her.

However, one day, one of their friends went into the forest because they lost their ball there. Rozeline followed only to find him cowering by a tree where a large wolf was prowling nearby. She remembered the stories of brave heroes and plucked up the courage to get between the wolf and the boy.

This led to her Unique Magic developing, but it looked terrifying as it appeared as a gnarly thorn beast that towered the wolf and brutally drove it off. Rozeline was then labeled as a monster due to her UM. This incident scarred her and led her to suppress her UM no matter what.

The other children ended up bullying her so much that she was homeschooled for the next few years. Fabien feels sorry for his daughter who simply had a bad timing, the other neighbors excluding Vargas would whisper how there must be something wrong with their family.

Childhood Memories

Rozeline remembers that her father made a machine that used shadow puppets to tell a story, it was a gift to her. Fabien used her favorite storybook as inspiration, Rozeline was inspired to become someone heroic like the ones in the story.

The incident of her UM developing stayed in her memory, the boy she saved called her a monster and told the other children about her. This made them socially isolate her and when she tried to politely clear up what happened at the forest, they just yelled at her and pushed her away. Causing her mental trauma that eventually made her close off herself from people.

During her time she became homeschooled, there was this tutor that her father hired that somewhat got her to distract herself from the incident. She remembered him being strict but also showing her so many new things that can be found in books. He was the only person she let her walls down for because he listened to her struggles and gave her advice. Recalling how she gave him a pocket watch she asked her father to make.

Rozeline is a 3rd Year Chateau Beastiale student and is the current dorm leader.

Rozeline is closed off for the most part, she is very professional when interacting with other students. Which earned her the image of a genius due to how she treats others professionally. She is an intellectual girl who has talent in inventing machines infused with magic as well as a skilled novelist, playwright and songwriter.

Due to her tutor’s lessons, she became skilled in the aforementioned fields to an almost prodigy scale. With the aid of her photographic memory, she is able to pinpoint details that produce high quality work in her school. There have been offers from industries that were mailed to her on occasion, but Rozeline compiles them to ponder over for later.

Rozeline slowly eased into socializing more, it started with the furniture in the dorm before she moved on to people. But there are still moments that she begins to panic, that’s when her UM starts to act up due to her strong emotions.

She likes to busy herself by making articles and documentaries on her fellow students who come from different regions. With their permission, she posts them in a blog under an anonymous identity online. She does so as a way to provide the true knowledge instead of those that are mere assumptions, also she is bummed out that not many would take notice of these amazing cultures according to her.

One thing that Rozeline is known for enjoying is eating new food she has never seen before. Her cool composure crumbles at the sight of a feast. She picked up her father’s habit of saying thanks with a gift basket, she would often give them out when she asked for help from other students. All of them were usually filled with pastries and cheeses.

She has a book series based on a certain dorm leader of Futterwacken and her ventures into angering the dark-haired maiden who has had enough of her nonsense. She was thinking of donating the books to the school library at some point.

Rozeline is a star student due to her intellect and diligence in her studies. But she is terrible at PE, when she’s trying to get over obstacles it was just impossible. However, when she’s engrossed in a book and was reading, she somehow manages to maneuver around people and objects effortlessly.

School Relationships

Rozeline is closed off but there are a few people she socializes with more, those are Evonie, Jinlong and Elu. Though her friendship with them started when she offered to record their projects and other things for them, though she also was curious about their culture.

Evonie often rants to Rozeline about Allison that the two are often seen in a room where the former is sitting on a chaise longue talking about the recent prank Allison pulled on her while the latter sits on another chair writing it all down while listening intently to Evonie ramble.

It was like a therapist dynamic with Evonie and Rozeline, though the two can also be seen trading novels. While with Allison it was like a private investigator taking notes on a target.

Jinlong often brings over antique for her to register into logbooks kept at Chateau Beastiale. She is always amazed how Jinlong always re-forged the objects that look almost impossible to fix. Rozeline also is interested in her culture and would not pass the opportunity to inquire questions about the traditions of the Valley of Clouds.

Jinlong also takes this opportunity to show her both the good and the bad side to tradition to hopefully bring this attention to the public that in turn would get notified to the authority figures back home. Rozeline often gave her a basket full of cheese and bread as thanks for her help.

Elu and Rozeline often exchange ideas on inventions, both aim to help the other in improving their engineered machines. Elu would like to gain more knowledge about how to advance her village while being eco-friendly, Rozeline’s knowledge on machines can help her out with that.

Rozeline in turn is interested to document about culture in Elu’s village, she is well-aware of how that place is hounded with businessmen. Plenty of top articles overshadow any articles about this village’s problem, Elu is hoping that Rozeline could bring some attention to her issues in exchange for her participation.

The two also are two loners in a pod, often preferring the solitude to crowded places. Elu is also gifted baskets of freshly baked French pastries whenever she came over or helped Rozeline out with commission work. The bear girl can’t forget the taste of such delicacy.

Rosia and Rozeline’s relationship is more of a mentor trying to help a withering bud blossom, though it was taking quite a bit of TLC to get there. Rosia is blunt but not brutally honest, she knows that Rozeline can do many amazing things if she can just trust in herself and her powers.

Rosia’s form is from Rozeline’s unconscious desire to finally face her past. Rozeline appreciates what her fairy does for her, she really does but her fears weigh her down like an anchor.

Palmiers

She has a sun bear named, Palmiers. Because she found her in their house one day eating the freshly made palmiers she baked for her father. Sun bears are known to be aggressive and territorial but for some reason, she has clung to Rozeline like a chick.

The bear has a rather mysterious personality, she often stares at people from afar before she retreats into her station. Sometimes Rozeline can hear her mutter about philosophical things that make sense only to a bear.

Palmiers is stationed as a guard for the dorm, though easily bribed by sweets, especially the ones she was named after. The bear often climbs onto high places with no problem at all, though this tends to startle Rozeline when she sees her bear on the ceiling or chandelier.

Sullivan

A shy Selle Francais breed who tends to hide behind his owner. Rozeline got him as a present from Vargas, the man didn’t have the need for a horse since he could easily do its job with ease, so he decided to give it to his honorary niece. Sullivan tends to get spooked a lot, even from the smallest noise and he dislikes the dark.

Rozeline mainly uses him to take a stroll whenever she feels overwhelmed at times. Sullivan can sympathize with her troubles and would nuzzle her to make her feel better.

Her unique magic is called “Beast of Thorns”. She can summon a huge, hulking monster made of thorns to aid her in fight if there was one, she can also summon it as just vines. But this was more complicated as it is connected to her emotions yet it has a bit of sentience. Rozeline does her best to suppress it no matter what.

She isn’t athletic and so mostly uses long range spells and even trap spells to gain the advantage against opponents. She can be a challenge to take out especially when she takes extra measures to make it difficult to attack her.

Fabien Maury Pierrette

Rozeline’s father who is an inventor of magical devices. He runs an antique shop that repairs old and broken items, he is quite good with fixing things. He sometimes ventures into a junkshop to purchase scrap metal to see what he can build.

He is a doting father and he loves his daughter very much, when he found out about the commotion at school that made Rozeline traumatized, he knew he can’t force her to go back so he hires a private tutor and had her homeschooled instead. He is familiar with Ashton Vargas because they’re next-door neighbors, either he or Rozeline go over to his house to deliver a basket of smoked ham and cheese, he even invites the man over for dinner during holidays.

Baptiste Gallois

Rozeline’s private tutor, he is a rather tall man with long unkempt hair up to his shoulders and his voice sounds quite raspy and deep, but he is a very excellent tutor. He used to teach at some university but he retired and now works as a part-time tutor. People are wary of his appearance and would gossip at him and his unsightly state.

He is just a frugal man who prefers to mend his old coats rather than buy new ones. A bit strict but he just wants the child to excel because he believes that knowledge is the way to assure a good future. Rozeline gave him a pocket watch when he announced that she was almost done with her studies, he takes good care of it.

The character’s name, “Rozeline” is a different approach on the usual names that have the word “rose” in it, while her last name, “Pierrette” is also a play on French words.

Rozeline becomes much more talkative when it comes to literature, playwrights and inventing. She’ll ramble on about the parts she thinks is interesting. It can either turn out to be confusing if the person doesn’t get the terms she uses or they would be impressed with her feedback.

She felt terrible for the years she spent homeschooled because she didn’t have the courage to face people. So, she tried to pay back her father by sending screenplays to local small theaters that delivered her share of the profits since the playwrights were good.

She wrote it under an anonymous identity that she still continues to use today. Her father thought she was doing a part-time job, she never told him that she was doing commissions.

The anonymous name she uses is called, “Rosethorn”. Which is ironic considering her unique magic but it fits her quite well.

The artist’s concept before sketch for Rozeline was going to be just the typical girl with a weird pet that was supposed to represent Beast. But then it was changed so that Rozeline is both Beauty and Beast.

#twisted wonderland #diamond crown academy #dca #twst #rozeline pierrette #chateau beastiale #headcanons

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Xena Reactions S1Ep13! Bards, neat!

And we start with a flashback?

Ahhhh, Gabrielle as a bard relaying tales

Gabrielle your gay is showing

They're so gaaaay

A bard competition

Who is this boring white boy

I wanna punch the sexist prick

AZAHAHA XENA'S GLARE WHEN SHE ASKS ABT ATHENS

Gods Lucy Lawless is gorgeous

"EVEN IF I HAD AN ARMY AROUND ME I'D NOTICE YOU MISSING" 😭😭😭

Xena is super gay

HOW GAY. TELLING THE STORY TOGETHER

"the only family he ever needed was standing right beside him" GAY!?

Thank you for being my family (if I had a nickel for every lesbian couple saying something like that-)

Ah yes. "sister" sureee

"Draco. Nononooo"

Love how all of Gabrielle's stories are about her girlfriend

"Was your name in there someplace?" 😂

EURIPIDES

pFTTTT SHE SMUGGLED IT IN

OH SHIT

The was stabbed? Or... Not? Ah.

Ohhh, the Celeste storyyy

When I say I cannot tell all these brown haired men apart... Half the "attractive" men look the same... 😂 (maybe I'm just being a lesbian about this)

SHSHSHSHS PLS THE STORYTELLING OF THE GUY "There's like, all these guys fighting"

"The moral is... He kills all the bad guys"

Awww, a storyteller with a stutter.

What is this uncomfortable straightness.

"And then arghhhh, right in the gut!"

Holy shit? Can we maybe not torture Xena?

She's just like get OUTTTT I WANNA SLEEEEP Also I miss Xena :(

"If you don't like it, nobody else will" FUCKING RIGHT

....... Ffs. Shithead snitch

Blergh

YES. YOU TELL EURIPIDES. YOU CAN SPEAK FOR YOURSELF.

"Turns out we had a lot in common" You're both gay for the person you travel with

ATCH THE SOULMATE STORY (the aroace in me doesn't like it because it implies Aro and Ace people are "broken" for not craving that. Also non-monogamous people. But apart from that it's still a cute notion)

Autism honestly. Euripides and the other one.

Twickenham? I can't read his name, so... (It's fine I looked it up. Did think it was Trigonom because I have bad auditory processing)

Awwww she gets to perform

THE BABEHHH

Right. She yeeted that baby a lot. XD

"It's madness that she was left out" SLAAAY

Art will never take second place to rules and regulations

Ffs you stupid father. Stop living through your son.

"He'd do better if he was allowed to be himself" EXACTLY

Love this monster costume XD

WTF is this man's problem!

OMG THEIR MEETING STORYYYY Lesbianism showing

"You're not alone" I'm gonna go sob again byeee

NOT THE GUY TAKING THE HANKIE TO WIPE HIS TEARS

"Hu?" "I liked it a lot." Shdhsgsgs

Shielded his orbs sjdhshhs PLEASE SIR YOU WOULD DO NUMBERS ON TUMBLR IN MEMES

I think I should care about this, but all I can think about is how that Spartacus guy looks old enough to be this girl's father at LEAST

Ohhhh, the Twickenham guy (or whatever) got in!

HOMER!!!! THAT'S HOMER. OOOOOO

She didn't get in tho. But ah well.

Xenaaaa :D

OH SHE WON. I THOUGHT SO.

"It's good to have you back" you missed Gabrielle so much it makes you look stupid, Xena

"This is gonna make a great story" indeed!

I love that this was a really Gabrielle centric episode? Well we had flashbacks to lots of previous adventures but y'know

#v watches xena #xena warrior princess #xena and gabrielle

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Lautity Week Prompt 1: First Meeting

Dusting off this old writing blog again, because I've been thinking about starkid and hatchetfield again ever since Nerdy Prudes Must Die came out. I wanted to write some stephgrace, so I'm glad this little event gave me a reason to. Not going to put this one on AO3 yet because I haven't had time to edit it, but I figured I'd at least post it here.

(In which Grace reconnects with an old friend in an unexpected way.)

((Content notes: Steph is trans here, and while she is not misgendered and her birth name is never stated, I wanted to mention it because it's a significant part of the fic.))

When Grace was in first grade, maybe about five or so, she didn’t know why the other kids didn’t want to play with her, and it made her feel lonely.

(When she got older, she still didn’t know why the other kids didn’t want to play with her, but she tried not to let it get to her as much.)

There was a little boy in her class, though, with scraggly brown hair and the deepest brown eyes she’d ever seen. He would play with her sometimes. He didn't seem to mind the fact that she didn’t read any books other than her illustrated children’s bible, or that she wasn’t allowed to use the internet, or that she didn’t know any of the cartoons the other kids watched.

He played with other kids, too, but sometimes he would come over and play with her, help her with daisy chains, offer to push her on the swing set. He didn’t know the bible stories, but he was willing to sit still and listen to her read them to him, which was a lot more than she got from other kids. Her parents told her he was the mayor’s kid, but that didn’t really matter much to Grace. She was just happy to have a friend.

She wasn’t his best friend, but he was the closest thing she had to one. Except Alice, but Alice was two years older than her, and they only got to see each other on Sundays, and if Grace was being honest, she was pretty sure she wasn’t Alice’s best friend either.

Throughout the rest of elementary school, they were never in the same class again, which meant they didn’t have the same recess. Grace made a habit of writing little notes, decorated with little flowers, folding them until they were small enough she could hide it between her chubby elementary school fingers, and tucking it in the knothole at the base of the playground stairs, the ones that led up to the tunnel.

She checked every recess for a response. She never got one, but the notes kept disappearing. She hoped that meant he was getting them. She had no way of knowing. Maybe one of the kids who giggled behind their hands when she talked about God was secretly taking them in order to show them to his friends to laugh at. But she liked to imagine her…friend? Classmate? Kid she played with? was reading them. She liked to imagine they made him smile.

Sometime around middle school, she had more or less given up on running into him again. And then she met Stephanie Lauter.

Before Stephanie had started wearing black lipstick and ripped jeans and rock band t-shirts that showed a hint of her stomach hanging out, she’d shown up to school in lacy white dresses and pink lip gloss and flowers in her hair.

Also, seeing her for the first time melted Grace’s brain. The most beautiful girl she’d ever seen walked briskly through the cafeteria and sat down about five lunch tables away, tucking her skirt beneath her as she did, and somehow Grace lost the ability to form words.

She tried and failed to get the courage to go over to the popular kids’ table to introduce herself. Eventually, she ended up catching Stacy as she got up to get a carton of chocolate milk.

“Who’s that?” she asked her. Stacy followed her gaze to look at Stephanie.

“That’s Stephanie Lauter. The mayor’s daughter.” Stacy looked at Grace quizzically. “Do you have a problem with that?”

“No, she’s just…” Grace didn’t think ‘makes me recite the dangers of worshipping idols to myself’ would be taken as a compliment, regardless of whether it was true or not. “She’s so beautiful.”

Stacy’s expression softened ever so slightly. “She is.”

“I guess… I just wanted to tell her that.”

Grace went back to her seat and carefully cut the apple she was eating into segments. Intent on her task, she didn’t notice Stephanie approaching until she was already standing over her.

“Thank you,” she said softly, which made Grace almost jump out of her skin.

“What?”

“Stacy said you told her I was beautiful. I thought it would be polite to say thank you, Grace.”

“How did you know my name?” Grace asked, which was exactly the wrong thing to say.

Now it was Stephanie’s turn to look nervous. “I’ve heard it around,” she said. “Can I sit with you?”

“Please,” Grace said, wincing at how eager she sounded.

They talked, and it felt oddly easy for someone she’d never met before. At least, it did until she ventured on the topic of the mayor’s other kid, but Grace felt like she owed it to him to at least ask.

“Did you ever have a brother who went to Hatchetfield High?” Grace asked. Stephanie choked on her cold pasta.

“Um, yeah. I had… have a brother who went to Hatchetfield. He was, uh, pretty dumb. Got held back a couple of grades. My dad had to transfer him to another school,” Stephanie said.

“Oh,” Grace said quietly. “Well, can you tell him that he was kind to me?”

Stephanie made a soft noise. “Of course. I’m sure he’ll appreciate that.”

It was when Grace was spending the night over at Steph’s house that she found it.

Over the course of the past two years, Steph had stopped wearing so many sundresses and switched to chokers and cropped tops, and some part of Grace honestly wished it made her think about Steph less, but of course it didn’t work that way.

So here she was, lying on Stephanie Lauter’s bed and trying not to think about how much it smelled like her perfume. She hadn’t been meaning to pry, honestly. But the pinboard was right at eye level, and when she looked at the large, loopy childish handwriting, she noticed the careful flower border around the edges.

When she was making those notes, she’d always taken care to draw the flowers as neatly as she could.

Grace carefully unpinned the note from the board and looked at it, but there was no mistaking it. She heard the bedroom door creak open and turned to see Stephanie, eyes wet.

“You told me your brother left for another school,” Grace said.

“I don’t have a brother,” Stephanie admitted, a few tears running down her cheek. “It was me, Grace.”

Grace didn’t move as Stephanie slowly approached her, palms up, like speaking to a cornered animal. “If you don’t want to be around me anymore, or if you’re scared of me, I’m not going to apologize. So please, Grace, if you’re going to be angry with me, please just-“

Grace cut her off by throwing her arms around her. Stephanie was still as stone in her embrace.

“I can’t believe,” Grace said, shoulders trembling with repressed sobs, “you’ve been caring for me all this time.”

Stephanie stepped back slightly, tilting Grace’s chin up and rubbing her thumb over her lips. “I can’t believe you’d ever think I’d stop.”

Their first kiss was messy and awkward and both of them were still crying and Grace couldn’t wait to try again.

#Hatchetfield #Stephgrace #Lautity

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