#she noticed men were trying to court her so she just ran off into the woods

[stxrvel]

the house (2)

hi guys! i felt so inspired that i was able to write part 2 soon and that's a very rare thing for me. thank you so much for all your comments and notes! they made me very happy. see you in the next one!

summary: Azriel wasn't gonna give in so easily with Rhysand, but he had to do everything he could to ensure his mate's well-being pairing: azriel x f!reader words: +3.5k warnings: bad words and fights and angst and a lot of anger. also English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes!

part 1: the cliff

part 3: the court

part 4: the routine

“... what the fuck is wrong with me? No, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Az, I had no idea-”

“What does that fucking power works for if you're not gonna use it right?”

Cassian stood back from the commotion, with Nesta and Mor on either side of him watching from head to head as words crossed. Azriel was raising his voice and snarling at his own High Lord, and Cassian was almost surprised to see the way Rhys only dropped his shoulders, looking at his brother with sunken eyes as he claimed him. He had no intention of defending himself, Cassian could almost feel how embarrassed and remorseful Rhys was from a distance.

Azriel had a right to be angry, everyone knew that. And no one would stand in the way (unless the situation turned violent) because they understood the lengths you could go to just to safeguard your mate's well-being. Rhys would do it for Feyre. Cassian would do it for Nesta. Cassian always believed that this was how he would see Azriel defend his mate, right when he found her, and he was grateful that Rhys understood that his cries came from beyond rage and anger. There was anguish there, pain, guilt… Cassian had never seen Azriel so upset.

Returning to the Town House was torturous. Azriel wouldn't leave his mate's side and wouldn't allow any of his brothers to get close either, but she wasn't willing to go to a place she didn't know at all either, even if her mate accompanied her. Cassian had to watch his friend be more cautious and careful than ever with someone he never thought he had to be: with himself and Rhys. The sight was bleak as Azriel's shadows swirled around him and his mate, almost as if erecting a wall between the four of them. The looks Azriel sent them were like daggers and just by sharing a glance they knew that this was something the Shadowsinger wasn't going to overcome out of thin air, even if hundreds of years of friendship gave him the confidence to do so.

Azriel had to make a promise with her to convince her to leave, because he wasn't willing to let her disappear from his sight and she wasn't willing to just go with them for the sake of it, when one of the men in front of her was the one who pushed her off the cliff.

Cassian noticed several times Azriel watching the tattoo with crystallized eyes. Beyond everything, the hostile and distrustful context of the whole situation caused him pain.

Arriving at the Town House, they were all assembled. Without wondering too much without Rhys having spoken to Feyre (which he surely had), Cassian ran into the kitchen where Nesta was with her sisters and enveloped his mate in a tight embrace. Within seconds he heard movement around him and knew Rhys had done the same. Neither of them would ever be able to forgive each other for what had happened, if Azriel ever forgave them first.

“Az, I'm truly sorry,” Rhys stood behind his desk, the only thing that allowed him distance from a heated Azriel, besides Feyre's presence which the Shadowsinger respected even within his rage. “I was careless with the inmates. And you're right, it was easier for me to have simply looked inside her head. It had been a long time coming and I think I became confident of the reality of the situation, that whenever I saw inside them I knew what they were. I didn't give her the benefit of the doubt. I'm sorry, brother.”

“Your apologies are worthless,” Azriel spat, his face almost red from the way he was trying to contain his emotions and his hands resting on the table. Rhys lowered his head in front of him, running his hands over his face. “How are you going to fix with your words what for years broke under your nose? How can I come to look at you with respect when my mate is terrified to see you?”

Cassian felt Nesta's hands wrap around his right arm and he lowered to look at her questioningly. She had reserved her comments from the moment Cassian had told the two sisters what had happened. Feyre had escorted Rhys to his office after their effusive hug and Cassian had stayed with Nesta and Elain in the kitchen, talking. With Elain it had been a little easier, her face looked mortified and she had run after Rhys and Feyre barely understood what had happened.

Nesta… she tried not to show what she was thinking, but Cassian knew there was something that made her feel upset and insecure.

Cassian tugged at the bond, trying to get her attention and Nesta had to drag her gaze from Azriel to look at her mate. Cassian felt the air rush out of his chest when he noticed the tears under her eyes. He didn't waste a second in leading her out of the room, moving into the giant living room in complete darkness, despite it being barely noon. The maroon curtains lent a more somber look to the situation.

“What's wrong?”

Nesta closed her eyes as Cassian's hands cradled her face, letting out a pair of tears that furrowed the border with her cheeks. A ragged breath left her and Cassian felt the agony of her nervousness shake his body.

“I had already seen her,” she whispered, her eyelids tightening. Cassian frowned, but didn't interrupt her when she came up for air again. “I once accompanied Rhysand and Feyre to the camp. Feyre had told me that Rhysand had some business to take care of on the mountain. I heard… I heard her voice…”

Cassian pulled his mate closer by the shoulders, pressing her against his chest as her voice broke off.

“I heard her voice begging Rhysand to believe her,” Nesta continued, trying to still the sobs that were born in the ache in her chest. Cassian shared the sentiment, the end of the bond in his chest twisting with his mate's wailing. “She was so scared…”

Nesta wrapped her arms around Cassian's torso, sinking her face into her mate's neck. Cassian moved from side to side, trying to send warm sensations through the bond, trying to calm her down a bit.

Nesta's revelation left Cassian almost frozen. The last time Rhys had gone to the mountain had been ten years ago.

-

Azriel hadn't expected that to be the way he would meet his mate, much less would he have expected her to be terrified to be around his brothers and almost himself and, of course, much, much less had he expected to hold so much resentment against Rhysand.

His mate hadn't left the room Azriel had left her in, as far away from the others' rooms as possible. With the tattoo burning his skin, Azriel had not only promised her that she would be safe in the Town House, but she had also made him promise that her interactions with his brothers would be next to none. With the watchful eyes of his friends from centuries ago upon his back, Azriel agreed. He had to make sure to provide for his mate's physical and mental health, especially when he knew that the time she had spent with the Ilyrian soldiers had to have been traumatizing.

And of course, there was also the issue of the bond.

His mate couldn't or didn't know how to control the flow of emotions that traveled through the bond and Azriel felt it all. At the moment she was relaxed, calm inside the room away from everyone, but Azriel was losing his temper in the living room. His friends were gone, they had left him a moment alone when he had finished yelling at Rhysand, as he tried to control his emotions and those of her mate, who had surely been listening to everything and so was sending distressing sensations through the bond.

But even with all that space to himself he still felt like he couldn't breathe.

He didn't know how things were going to be from now on. The mere thought terrified him to the bone. He didn't know how he would deal with the fact that he wanted and was dying to be near his mate, to hold her, to comfort her, to support her, to protect her just a step away from him, but he couldn't, at least for now. The need consumed him and tormented him. Staying behind had never been an option, especially if it was his mate, but what could he do if that was what she wanted? He would have to get used to the pain, the emptiness he already felt in his life even though it had barely been half a day since he had found her.

Ah, Azriel didn't know how much guilt and pain he could carry until his knees failed.

He closed his eyes for a couple of minutes, laying his head back on the couch, his face settled in the direction of the ceiling. He tried to relax his muscles, stiff from the tension and stress, from the speed with which everything had happened in the last few hours. Maybe then he could get some sleep. He didn't know how it would be now that he had found his mate.

Azriel was beginning to feel his body going numb, the inattention to his senses and the lightness of his limbs, when a pair of light footsteps entered the room. They would've gone unnoticed by anyone, but not him. He lifted his head attending to the sound, finding you on your feet, frozen, all around the entrance to the living room, hands clasped together twitching in nervousness.

Azriel didn't know what to do. His heart skipped a beat at the sight. But he also felt the fear and nervousness coursing through the bond from the other end. He tried to send calm through his end, hoping that and the shadows crowding at her feet, which hadn't left her since they found her, would allow her to relax a bit.

“I'm sorry… for interrupting,” you looked down and Azriel had to stifle the urge that went through his body to get up and go running to your side. His head filled with the memories of his dream, cruelly comparing the happiness that was in them and the sadness that now engulfed you. Your voice was barely a whisper.

“It's okay,” Azriel stood up carefully and quietly, catching your attention. From the way you brought your hands to your chest, still clasped together, Azriel made no attempt to move closer.

“I need to ask you something,” you fought with the words until you finally told him and a current of panic ran through the bond, so strong that Azriel had to hold back the grimace on his face.

“Whatever you need.”

You looked at him again and Azriel felt something in his chest blossom. He sent that feeling through the bond, hoping it would counteract the anxiety on your end, but only received a frown in response.

“I need to contact my parents,” you asked, shifting your feet a little closer and Azriel quickly caught the pleading expression you were trying poorly to hide.

“Sure. Where are they? I can take them a letter, if you want,” Azriel offered, but your reply wasn't welcome as a spasm of pain ran through his chest.

“No… I-I-I don't want that,” you shook your head, lowering your head. The way you moved your intertwined fingers made him question how much courage you'd had to muster to come out of your room and ask him that. You must've wanted it badly. Surely it was all you could think about for all the years you were on the mountain. Azriel moved his hand from side to side across his chest, through the fabrics of his clothing.

“We'll do what you want, then. Tell me where they are.”

“Adriata,” you whispered, eyes glittering.

Azriel choked. Of course, former prisoner of the Summer Court. How would he get across the border if he had a blood ruby in his desk drawer? Rhysand and he were still mortal enemies of the Summer Court.

“And how do you want to contact them?”

“I want to go back.”

“What?” he coughed, his body tensing and the calm evaporating from his body in a second. Surprise narrowly prevented him from noticing your crystallized eyes.

“Azriel,” you implored, taking long strides towards him, frozen in place, electricity coursing through his veins from the way you said his name. “I don't even know how long it's been since I last saw them. Please, please. That was all I've ever wanted since I was captured. I just want to see them and let them know I'm okay. Please.”

Azriel stood there on his feet in front of you, barely acknowledging the fact that you had moved so close to him that from just raising a hand he could run down your cheeks. Your request had torn at his chest and he was sure he hadn't been able to keep some of that emotion from traveling through the bond, because now you looked more disgruntled and nervous than before. Now you wanted to… leave? And you were asking him to let you do it, as if he had any right to keep you here, as if you owed him anything?

The Shadowsinger clasped his hands at his sides, trying to contain his emotions behind the line, trying to keep them from affecting you too much. He had never felt such pain, not even something he could imagine, nothing that had ever hurt him before could compare to the pain of that moment. He hadn't had a moment with her and he had to let her go already.

“You want to go back… to Summer Court,” Azriel murmured, trying to confirm the obvious, as if you repeating it made it more real, as if he needed it to be sure.

“Yes,” you shook your head in assent and Azriel's heart crinkled as he noticed your desperation. Of course that would be the first thing you would want to do, how could he have been so selfish as to not even consider it before? How could he not have suggested it from before?

“You… I don't… I mean-”

“Azriel,” you took another step, hesitant, he could tell by your body language, but trying to keep the assurance on your face. “I need to see them. Please.”

“All right. Just… wait,” Azriel moved to the side, trying to clear his mind and think rationally even though your closeness was suffocating him. “There's something you should know.”

“I know the Night Court and the Summer Court aren't on good terms,” you shook your head, as if to tell Azriel that it was a silly problem that should have no bearing on your return.

“Yes, but that's not all,” moving his hands away from his already sufficiently tousled hair, Azriel looked at you in anguish. “If you go back to Summer Court now, I don't think you'll be able to come back again.”

You frowned at him, tilting your head in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“Rhysand has held the Summer spies captive for…. many, many years. Tarquin has tried to negotiate their release, but Rhysand is not open to negotiating with him, or even seeing him again,” Azriel tried to explain, not overlooking the way you flinched when he mentioned the high lord's name. “If you leave now… If your parents declared you missing… Tarquin's not going to let you go out again. And they won't let me in either because the moment they see me they'll try to kill me.”

The silence that followed his words was agonizing. Azriel was terribly frightened. It didn't calm him to know that the doubt in your eyes was minimal; the desire to see your parents again was greater than the possibility of never seeing your mate again. The mere thought made him shudder, but if that was the case, there was nothing he could do about it. Nothing.

“Why… why wouldn't my High Lord let me come back?”

“Fifteen years ago the high lord forbade his people to return to the Night Court. Fifteen years ago no person from the Summer Court has gone beyond the mountains of Day.”

“Fifteen years?” you stammered, an expression of incredulous surprise taking over your face. “I'd been there for more than fifteen years?”

Azriel halted his movements, barely noticing how you succumbed to gravity and plopped down on the couch where he had been a couple of minutes earlier in complete stupefaction.

“Y/N, I'm really sorry-”

“I can't stay here,” you looked at him again, shaking your head in refusal and sending a current of panic through the bond. “I don't want to. I need… I need to see my parents. I want to be with them.”

Azriel shuddered at the desperation he saw in your eyes. He wasn't going to deny you that, ever. But he couldn't deny that he wanted to show resistance because, if you left right then, when would he ever see you again? They wouldn't even have time to talk about the elephant in the room, but, at the same time, it didn't seem like the most important conversation at the moment.

Azriel wanted to cry.

“It's okay. Don't worry. Of course you'll go see them,” he finally spoke, facing the reality he would have to live in from now on.

“Thank you,” you cried and Azriel felt each tear pierce his heart, even though the feeling of relief reached all the way to his chest, your relief, mixed with his hopelessness. “But, you… you won't be able to go.”

“No.”

“We won't be able to see each other.”

“No,” Azriel exhaled sharply and shook his head slightly. “But I'll work it out. Somehow.”

“You can't go near there. Tarquin would hurt you!”

Azriel felt the worry reach from the other end of the bond to his chest and was a little glad to know that you at least cared about him the same way he cared about you.

“I'll make an agreement. Whatever I have to do, I'll do it. I promise.”

You nodded in his direction, convinced of his words, convinced of his shaky assurance and confidence.

“And you… will you accompany me?”

You frowned when he shook his head, but quickly added, thinking he'd be mad and damned if he'd let you spend the return trip all alone after all you'd been through, “I know a faster way to travel.”

“Okay,” you nodded, calm finally ruling in your body. “So when do we leave?”

-

Everyone in the house had gathered to receive Azriel's announcement and things were breaking down just as he expected.

No one had said anything for several minutes after the Shadowsinger announced that he would be going to the Summer Court with you, to return you to where you belonged, to your true home.

“I'll do it,” Mor was the first to speak, to Azriel's right, watching him confidently. She turned to look at Rhysand, who hadn't looked up since his brother finished speaking, deep in thought with a hand on his chin. “I'll request a meeting with him.”

Cassian stirred at Azriel's left side, sweeping his gaze over everyone present. He could almost imagine what was going through his friend's head, helpless at not being able to join him, just as it must've been going through Rhysand's mind. Azriel knew the only reason his High Lord was still thinking was that. If it was risky for the Shadowsinger to go, it would be worse if it was both of them.

“I can go too,” Feyre spoke to Rhysand's right and the aforementioned raised his head in a second, beginning to shake his head in denial.

“For no reason should you ever step near that Court again,” Rhysand stood up, resting his hands on the desk and leaning towards his mate. His face contracted, contrasting with Feyre's warm gaze.

“Rhys, don't you think it's time to get this over with?” Feyre reached up to cradle his mate's face, Rhysand leaning in almost on instinct, betrayed by his senses.

“You want me to overlook so easily what he did to you?” the High Lord frowned, closing his eyes under Feyre's gentle touch.

“Not easily, Rhys. It's been fifty years.”

“You know fifty years is nothing to us,” Rhysand snorted, straightening his back.

The Shadowsinger clicked his tongue.

“It was too much for Y/N.”

No one in the room had to look twice to know that Azriel was tense, hands clasped behind his back. Rhysand turned to see him, his wary look of apology over his friend's stony expression.

“You know I didn't come here to ask your permission, Rhysand,” Azriel almost spat, dragging the words out between his teeth.

Mor shuddered beside him, following Cassian's gaze. In so many centuries, there had obviously been trouble between the Inner Circle for some time, but in this moment it felt different, deeper and more painful. The anger and rancor in Azriel's gaze was unmatched and to earn that facet of the Shadowsinger you really had to be a son of a bitch. Mor hoped she was wrong.

“It could be dangerous for you,” Rhysand warned and Azriel had to stifle a wry chuckle. The way his High Lord's features contorted gave him to understand that he had understood the twitch in his muscles all too well.

“I don't care what you think,” Azriel bellowed, clasping his hands at his sides. “I'll go with her, and since Mor offered I'd greatly appreciate it if she'd accompany us.”

Rhysand didn't respond, settling for sharing a glance with his brother, trying to reach a part of him that was minimally willing to forgive him. Azriel sensed his intrusion and angrily erected a wall of obsidian in his mind, miles away, forcibly pulling Rhysand out of his head. The aforementioned barely staggered to his feet.

“Fine, but I'd like to be kept informed of everything that happens,” Rhysand nodded looking at Mor, who barely returned the gesture and left the office to manage the meeting as soon as possible.

When the doors rattled and the room fell silent again, Rhysand looked at Azriel pleadingly.

“Az-”

“If that's all.”

Without giving him a chance to respond, Azriel turned on his heels and stormed off. Cassian followed close behind, barely sending a glance at his high lord, his brother, saying with his gaze how sorry he was that it had all happened and ended like this.

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[klausysworld]

you can make a fic for yandere klaus mikaelson, where he finds his match in mystic falls, and when he breaks his hybrid curse, he begins to hear a voice that turns out to be his wolf who has been asleep for all these centuries, and now that he is awake he wants his soul mate, much more so than klaus because klaus wanted to take it easy with her and woo her properly, but when his wolf started talking to him he was much more possessive and convinces him to just take her, eliminate her rivals and keep her protected at all costs and basically the wolf side of klaus is a yandere and klaus just does what he's told, and in the case of y/n since she was only human her feelings for klaus weren't that big, and when klaus The kidnapper was very upset, but she also did not have the courage to reject her soul mate, so she ends up giving in to Klaus, and is given the task of taming her wolf.

I’ll Try

Klaus’ wolf was estatic to finally have some control, to be let out of his cage and be free.

Three full days he had full control over Klaus’ body, running wild and tearing people apart as he'd always wanted to.

But then Klaus put him back away, and he barely put any effort in to please his wolf.

A thousand years they had both waited ro unlock this side of him and yet the only time his wolf was allowed out was to inject venom and cure it? It wasn't fair.

So then when Klaus layed eyes upon her, he couldn't even try to stop his wolf before it was forcing him towards her

She's ours, our soulmate, she needs us

Klaus was going mad, he was sure of it. Psychotic is one thing, voices are another

His feet took him straight to her. She was gorgeous, perfectally innocent and dainty. The wolf was already trying to latch onto her. Klaus endednup walking right into her knocking her backwards and shootimg his arms out to catch her as she let out a yelp from impact.

He expected her to yell or be salty, he had quite literally ran into her, rather roughly at that, but instead she immediately went into apologies

“I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where i was going-“ she began

“No no, it was my fault, i was in rush, forgive me“ he muttered, almosg awestruck as he saw her up close. Each tiny detail of her face came together flawlessly and he itched to trace her features.

We need to take her with us, just grab her, she needs to be indoors and safe now

Klaus quickly pushed the words away and unwrapped his arms from her, setting her back down on her feet and taking a small step back.

“so where are you going in such a rush?“ she asked and he blinked in confusion

“what?“

“you said you were in a rush? Do you need to be somewhere? I can drive you?“ she offered

Say yes.

“I'm heading home actually and it's probably out of your way, but thank you“ he managed to get the words out while he mind was clouded with images of her. Holding her, touching her, marrying her, fucking her, having children with her, if was overwhelming and he wasn't sure what to do.

“okay, welk i hope you get there safely“ she told him before walking off

You let her go, it's fine, just fine, we'll get her next time the wolf convinced but Niklaus was only focused on her.

Over the next few days Klaus become further acquainted with his wolf. His wolf was persistent in getting their mate, saying they needed her and that there were too many dangers for her out in the world.

Klaus argued they leave her be and not ruin her by dragging her into the supernatural world, to take things slow and gently introduce her.

They compromised and decided that Klaus would court her and if she didn't take to him then he had to let his wolf out to play.

And so Klaus began planning

He tried his best to woo her, they went on several dates and he always brought her flowers and other little gifts to make her smile but then he noticed that other men were still trying to get with her, asking her out and also giving her roses. Thankfully he had asked her ro be exclusive and she agreed but it didn't stop his wolf from going mental

What aren't you seeing? Can't you see how they look at her? You need to take her before someone else does. There's only so many times you can risk this

It didn't help when his wolf planted dreams and images of their beloved with another man, with their own family and she moaned a name that wasn't his.

It was when Klaus had to save her from a disgrace of human being, they had pulled her to an alleyway attempting to do god knows what, Klaus managed fo get to her in time, throwing the man off and keeping her close as she sobbed into his chest. That night while she was tucked up in his bed, his wolf rose to the surface, tearing the person who dare lay a finger on her to pieces.

We can't have this happen again, it isn't safe in this world, she needs to be hidden, taken care of and tended to

And this time Klaus couldn't argue and son instead of waking up in Klaus’ bed where she fell asleep, she woke in what looked like a cell. Her breathing became shallow as she began ro panic, fear written across her face as she screamed for someone to let her out

“my love...please, you must calm down, this is temporary until i can get your room decorated and secure.“ klaus attemoted to calm her but she scrambled away from him in tears.

Eventually she fell asleep in Klaus’ arms after he held her until she grew roo exhausted to kick and scream at him. His wolf grew impatient with her unwillingness

Just tell her we're soulmates, she cannot reject us, it would harm her more than anyone else

After a few days Klaus had her in a nicer room, soft calming colours decorating it, a large comfy bed, bookshelves and a drawing area. There were flowers in vases on the window sills. The windows were blurred and no matter how hard she bashed against them, they would never open or break.

And once she was some what settled he began to explain their...bond...and what it meant witjin the supernatural community. He told her of his wolf and how much he cared for her, loved her even.

She wasn't sure how she was supposed to respond, she didn't feel bond anywhere near as much as he did and was frightened of his wolf.

And when she asked him to prove what he was, she certainly wasn't expecting to watch in horror as each of his bones snapped out of place to form a wolf three times the size of any wolf she had ever seen.

She stayed entirely still as he brushed up against her all over, licking all up her neck making her heart rapidly smack against her ribs in fear. The wolf didn’t care for her fear, he was just happy to have her and to be in control.

He rubbed his scent all over her, pushing his snout everywhere he could and she did not once protest, her body shaking as she held her breath. The wolf pulled her to the bed by her sleeve and curled up around her, waiting patiently for her to fall asleep so that he could hold her lovingly without her shaking and sniffling.

When she woke Klaus was back in his human form, he had gotten changed to not frighten her. He held her gently as she cried to him

“I’m sorry sweetheart, it’s going to be okay” he whispered convincing both her and himself

“I just don’t understand” she whimpered

“I know, but it’s going to get better, you just need to try, please love, just try” he pleaded and she nodded

“I’ll try”

And at that moment both Klaus and his wolf knew, she was to never leave him or his hold.

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[astrodoll2]

🫀VENUS SIGN OBSERVATIONS PART 1.🫀

MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE; Capricorn Venus, my love language is gifts since I’m a Taurus Venus and I know y’all can always match that energy. It really is all about the “little things” with them, they will go out of their way to do things for you but some people might overlook those acts of services and they can feel unappreciated which makes them kinda not want to do shit for you again. I love their reliability they always keep their word unless they’re have pisces placements i tend to notice but regardless this placement is just so attractive I see this in someone’s chart and automatically want to marry them!(especially if they have a Capricorn stellium)

Taurus Venus I love this venus sign as well not to be bias 💁🏻‍♀️ but the LOYALTY is their best quality, best taste in gifts, they also are so smooth with their words men with this placement are usually really good flirts, and the women just write the most beautiful words to you when she’s finally felt safe enough to express her emotions towards you, such a good wardrobe aesthetic you make anything you wear look luxurious and it could’ve literally been from target , you look EXPENSIVE and no one will ever catch you looking ugly because you probably don’t like to go out unless you know you’re serving even if it’s for 3 minutes to the grocery store LMAO, could dress bummy but your still gonna make it look good probably added some accessories. The example of Kanye having to dress Kim when they were together is literally how I feel with my family since I have the best taste they always ask for me to help them pick what to wear.

Virgo venus/ 6th house venus; very picky in their partners they tend to have a very specific type, if it’s in the 6th house they tend to have very attractive bodies, they’re also more of an acts of Service person. They’re just very practical in relationships so although before getting in one they might try to find something to nitpick in their head even if it’s the most random thing like this is the sign I would say purposely tries to get the ick as a form of preventing themselves from committing but if they do commit to you then feel lucky because that means that any imperfection you might have they view as perfect in their own way, they accept you as you are since they are a very “realistic” sign I think they try to understand you rather than change you although they will harshly try to motivate you a little. And they tend to be the type to just buy you random practical everyday use gifts, they are very detail oriented so for ex; say there’s a favorite product of yours you use everyday but they notice you ran out or are in need of it that’s the type of gifts they give:)

Aquarius venus/11th house is ofc going to want a bestfriend in a relationship, they want to be super comfortable enough to be their authentic weird self that everyone has but Aquarius’s embrace it more. I love this placement as well because I know they’re not the type that has to constantly be talking to me and can give me my space so I can still feel like an individual rather than losing that completely in a relationship, but that doesn’t mean they’re not “loving or attentive” because they definitely are I know alot put up that nonchalant front but get them to be comfortable and feel safe with you and WATCH THE 360 they pull, they’re so cute and if you’re willing to wait till they can open up to you and peel back all 700 layers they have to them then you’ll see it was worth it. They just want to see you for you authentically not the person you portray to be infront of others or who you are when in a relationship with them, they’ll probably observe you from a far just go see how/who you are as an individual person.

Leo venus; love to be shown off and to show off their partner, the constant compliments 24/7 they sometimes can be very corny though, if you want the type of guy to court you then go for a leo venus, I feel like they’re what we picture romance in the late 60s to be like, when they’re actual gentlemen, constantly buy you flowers, uplift you rather than “try to humble you” (unless they’re undeveloped), the type to write you love letters or long paragraphs expressing how much they adore you, they spoil you with gifts, will remember every order you make at each restaurant and surprise you with it, it’s so obvious when they like you so if you’re confused then they most likely don’t

Aries venus; this is me sidereal so I can see how I have these qualities as well, I love the chase and getting people to fall in love with me but once I got it I get kinda bored and want to find someone new to make fall in love with me it’s mostly cause I have commitment issues and I get scared of the responsibility that comes with an actual relationship but unless I really liked the person then I will stay but I only come to realize if I really liked them or not when I finally find out they like me back, just like a leo I love when you feed my ego with compliments, I can be very selfish when it comes to relationships with men although when I like a girl I love being more in my masculine energy pursing her and giving her the absolute most, I would really do anything for her. For a girl it’s easier for me to want to stay for a guy it’s easier for me to want to leave. But if you’re an Aries venus lmk your experience because I don’t know if a lot of ppl will relate with my own of course.

Random house observations and aspects

Venus in the 10th house; people probably love to show you off and take pictures with you since you also tend to be very beautiful and photogenic, you’re a trophy 🏆

Venus in the 7th house; Istg you guys are like never out of a relationship EVEN if you want to take a break from relationships it’s as if the universe already has the next one waiting for you and then it’s just a line of relationships after another no judgment but please learn to enjoy being alone so you don’t become codependent in a relationship and prolong it longer than it needs to simply because you’re too attached already.

Venus in the 11th house; you guys are very admired by your friend group whether they say it or not I feel like without you the group would not be the same, and you also might be the most attractive of all of them so there might also be jealous friends in your circle, you’ll notice it because they make it very obvious with backhanded compliments or offensive “jokes”

Venus square neptune; I have this and at first I was like aw im fucked i idealize people way too much which is still true but fun fact Stevie nicks from Fleetwood Mac has this placement and she’s a witch, her songs are spells for her ex bfs to stay bound to her LMAO it makes you very psychic and manifesting will come very easy to you as well.

Venus-Uranus aspects; you’re spontaneity is what makes you attractive yet the unpredictability is also what scares romantic interests but fuck it do whatever you want to do and who ever stays stays

Venus conjunction Lilith; sexy af idc what anyone has to say u also always have men “under a spell” they’ve never met anyone like u and are very intrigued

Part two coming 🔜

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Darkling's Pet - 4

Previous

Nataliya's spent hours riding off the main paths. Trying to keep hidden from the more devious & dangerous travelers you might come across in the middle of the night. Also thinking to avoid any of Kirigan's trackers he may have dispatched, if he noticed her missing. It would be especially dangerous to be a Greisha traveling alone so she left her Kefta in the Dark General's tent. Her heart breaks at the thought of all the lives lost. It still feels like she's living a nightmare.

She understands the war. She's aware of the atrocities committed against her people. She's a part of the Second Army. She wants to stop the attacks of the Frejdan against her Greisha. But tonight, Kirigan took her gift to incite such anger and rage in his troops. She didn't even know her gift could be used like that. She saw with her own eyes the needless slaughter of dozens of children, toddlers & infants. Defenseless women and elderly were at the mercy of the troops. Murdered. All on the orders of the man she loved, General Kirigan.

She believed him to be fair & just. War was not an easy thing, but he was a good leader. He shouldered the responsibility with quiet dignity. She was drawn to his dark good looks at first. Then his sad smiles, twisted at her soul. She loved bringing a true smile to his face. To make him laugh, it transformed the serious General into a young man enjoying time spent with his love.

Nataliya has never known a love like his. He was an overwhelming force in her life. Swept up in his sweet words. Wanting to believe they were soulmates. He kept her at his side, making many women, as well as men, at court jealous. Countless evenings spent wrapped up in each other. His body commanding hers to match him in the passion he would ignite.

He was so confident in his hold over her. Part love & now fear. He thought sex and sweet promises would make her forget the terrible things he's capable of. To him, she was nothing but a woman, easily manipulated. Easy to use. "Say that you are mine, little Zaya," he hisses in her ear. His fingers entwined with hers, pinned above her head. His hips continuing to rock against hers. His cock dragging against her tight walls, edging her until she promises love & obedience.

******

The metal door scrapes against the stone floor of Nataliya's cell, well below the Little Palace. The screech ricochets through her head. So weary and exhausted, she doesn't even bother to open her eyes. Is this another nightmare? Is this real life? Whatever threat is coming her way, she welcomes it. Anything to end her misery.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Poor, Zaya," the General croons to her. A whimper escapes from her dry cracked lips. The nightmares visited by the General are always the worst. Was it going to be painful punishments or sweet words & gentle hands that she knew where false.

Warmth. The General places a warm dry hand against her forehead. Her skin cold & clammy. "You have no one to blame but yourself." Trying to turn her face into his warm hand, her whimpers turn into soft sob as he pulls away from her. "I gave you so much. And how do you repay me? Hmmm?" Nataliya tries to curl tighter into herself, anticipating the beating that would follow.

"Answer me!" She can hear his bootsteps pacing the length of the small cell. "You run. You abandon your fellow Greisha. You become a deserter. Treasonous!" His pacing stops, "Do you know how we deal with deserters?"

Just do it!! Nataliya silently screams this in her head. Exhausted, she wants this to all end. She prays to the Saints for death.

"You ran from ME, Nataliya. You abandoned ME." She hears the break in his voice. She feels his breath against her face & she flinches. "You promised me love. We were soulmates, destined. I waited an eternity for you." His warm hand caresses her cheek this time. Warmth. It travels to cup her chin, "Look at me, Zaya," he softly whispers.

She opens her eyes and even though the light is dim, she's been in pitch black for ...she doesn't know how long, she squints trying to adjust. Her Dark General. So beautiful. His mournful dark eyes meet her gaze. "I gave you my love. And this is how you repay me? You lie to me and abandon me."

I...I...I did. I promised him. Her sobbing turns to crying.

"Did I not give you everything you could have ever wanted? All you had to do was ask and it was yours."

"Do you prefer this life? Down here?" His hand quickly jerks to the side and she hears loud squealing. Screaming. It must be coming from a rat in her cell. "Is this what you want?!"

Nataliya breaks down into loud hysterical sobs. Shaking her head in the negative. "P...please. I'm s...sorry." She hears a crunch and then silence from the rat. Kirigan tosses it to the side and grabs Nataliya trying to sit her up from her place on the floor. Her begging and crying increases. He's touching her with the hand he killed the rat with. She wants to start screaming, too.

"Swear to me that you will obey. Swear it!" He gives her a harsh shake. "Swear it, or I will leave you down here. I will not let you escape in death. I will tie you down and let those rats feast on you. Then I'll have your healers come down here..."

"I swear! I swear! I'll be good. I'll be so good. Please!" He releases her, letting her cry. He leans up against the opposite wall watching. Her hiccups finally stop and her voice is hoarse. "F..forgive me. I'll obey. I promise. Please, General. I'm so so sorry."

He walks to the door where she only now notices Ivan, the General's Heartrenderer. Ivan walks towards her, and her world goes black.

*****

Wrapped in a blanket, so not to be touched by her filth, Ivan dumps Nataliya's body on an exam table in the infirmary. "Heal her and clean her up. The General will be by for her later."

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Smut prompt: Gortash having a meeting while using nude sub Tav as a table decoration

I was tempted again to make this a whole thing again but I cannot sustain my being with writing 2-3k words for every amazing prompt I get, no matter how much I'd love to. So here goes a short drabble for this <3

He seduced her first, a greedy and messy kiss, with hands that trailed up and down her body, tugging at her shirt, her pants, her clothes. Once she was naked he kneeled in front of her, tasting her. His tongue swirled around her clit, finding the spots he knew she liked, until her breathing became heavy and stifled moans died in her throat, as she was ever so desperate not to be heard.

Their affair, you see, was a secret one, and no one had to know. He'd courted her properly for months at this point, invited her to dances and dinners and she would come, only to keep a professional distance each time. But then, in the dark corners of the halls, away from prying eyes, she would pull him into a hungry kiss and reach down between his legs, get him off quickly before anyone would find them, or let him fuck her in the quiet of the night.

It was their game, but oh, Gortash was tired of it. She was making a fool out of him. It was only fair for him to make one out of Tav.

The command spell was a powerful one, the scroll had cost him half a fortune, but it was worth it when he saw her resistance break in front of him. "Lie down on the table, dear", he'd hummed, and she'd felt her body obey. "Now be quiet. My guests are waiting."

The meeting took place at the usual time and the usual place, half a dozen commanders meeting Lord Gortash for a briefing on city affairs in his gathering hall. Tav was lying sideways, naked and sprawled out on his war table like a marble statue. Her breathing was heavy, heart beating out of her chest in a panicked rhythm as she saw the Banites enter the room. Their hungry eyes fell over her breasts, her thighs, her ass, between her legs; and she heard Gortash chuckle self-indulgently across the room. 

Sitting down at the head of the table he brought his hand to her head, running his fingers through her hair with his free hand while he took notes with the other. Every now and then he twirled her curls around his fingers and pulled, an intimate moment that turned her cheeks red more than being naked in front of strangers. 

Time dragged on as they discussed taxation and housing. Tav’s body started to feel cold. The position was uncomfortable. But she couldn’t move – after he’d arranged her just the way he liked her, he’d told her to stay. Nothing but a change of mind would let her switch positions now. 

Suddenly, someone’s hand was on her foot. Her breathing picked up as her eyes shot down, shocked that one of his commanders would just touch her, and Gortash, noticing her quickened breath, followed her eyes down the table. The growling “No” he let out gave her goosebumps and threatened unspeakable things, making the Banite quickly excuse himself to leave the room. 

“She’s not for sharing”, he hissed towards his audience, voice barely audible, and there was awkward shuffling as several men pushed their chairs away from the table. The meeting resumed without further incidents, with Tav’s whimpers over the increasingly painful position ringing through the room like an out of tune violin being played for the first time. 

When his commanders left the room Gortash got up, lazily strolling around the table to take her all in. It was delicious, how her eyes were trying to murder him from below, despite her paralyzed state. Fascinating, how her legs trembled when he ran a palm over her thigh. Curious, how she gulped when he bent down to lick broad, leisurely strokes across her tits. 

Maybe he could take her right there? It wasn’t like she could go anywhere. Plus, he’d conveniently left the door open when he’d led his visitors out of the room…

“Turn around”, he instructed her, watching her eyes go wide, “and spread your legs.”

#enver gortash #gortash #my writing #drabbles

[bts-hyperfixation]

Outside of the fox

Chapter 5/21(?) - words 1996

Y/N longs for a new life when the one she’d been living comes to an abrupt stop. Without much thought to those she is leaving behind, the little fox packs a backpack and disappears. She stumbles across the shelter and makes an interim home for herself while she works out exactly what she wants from her second chance.

Last

The next day you go shopping. You manage to convince Noelle to go with you so she can help you pick some appropriate things.

Your husband had personal shoppers that chose what they thought would be best. Each garment was exquisite in its lines and execution, but they had definitely been more for show than comfort. It left you with a nonexistent fashion sense.

The mall is packed by the time the two of you get there. In hindsight, Saturday afternoon was not the best pick if you’d hoped for a calm first attempt and finding your style. Still, Noelle seemed completely unfazed by the prospect. If she noticed your hesitation, she didn’t comment on it. Instead, she forged ahead, linking her arm with yours and charging into the fray.

You shop for basics first, picking up plain t-shirts and blue jeans. The generic stores are easy, find your size and leave. For the statement pieces, it was a little more challenging. You gave Noelle a budget and she ran with it, finding a diverse selection of things to bring to you in the changing room. You pinched and pulled at the various fabrics, trying to get them to fit in a way that you found comfortable and flattering. Every so often you’d show some to your companion in the same way the other girls in the shop were showing their mothers. Sometimes she nodded, other times she looked absolutely disgusted.

Ten stores in and it’s clear that neither of you could maintain the momentum much longer. You grab the mouse’s hand before she sets foot in a businesswear store that looks far too serious for your interview. She looks at you questioningly and you gesture towards the food court.

“Dinner on me?” You ask, already walking towards the pizza place across the hall.

“Absolutely.”

Noelle finds a long table to perch on the end of while you go and buy enough food for the two of you to share. The food area is just as packed as the rest of the mall. It’s difficult to weave through all of the bodies to find your way back to her without dropping your pizza box.

Just as you see her through the crowd, someone scrapes their chair back into you.

It happens almost in slow motion.

You tip forwards, twisting to try and stop the pizza from falling to the floor, forgetting to shield yourself from the hard concrete that was quickly becoming closer. Bracing yourself for the impact, you tense up. Only for it to never come. A steadying arm is behind your back preventing you from hitting down hard and someone else is supporting your food to keep it upright.

“Are you okay Y/N?”

You glance up into the eyes of your saviour only to find one of Jimin’s mates holding you up. Another stands at his side, now holding your tray. Blushing wildly, you stand up and immediately begin apologising to the pair.

Yoongi glares after the person that had knocked you over in the first place, grumbling about a lack of manners. Namjoon smiles wide and hands your tray back to you.

“I’m good, thanks.” You avoid eye contact by dusting yourself off, despite never having touched the floor.

“It’s good to run into you again Y/N, Jimin was talking about you again last night. He says you have an interview for a job now?” He makes friendly conversation as they escort you back to Noelle.

When you reach the table, Noelle welcomes the men and invites them to sit with you. It is clear that she must know them well, not a surprise knowing how much Jimin gushes about them to complete strangers, let alone his colleagues and friends.

“Yeah, at some office downtown, it’s a receptionist job. Should be really great experience. I don’t really have a lot else on my resume."

“Any job is better than no job at the minute,” Yoongi grumbles pessimistically.

Namjoon jabs the grumpy Jackal in the ribs.

The three of them start a conversation about the last time they met and you are more than happy to listen as you munch on the pizza in front of you. It seems to have been some kind of fundraiser put on by the shelter, a casino night where they dressed up in fancy clothes and pretended to be Highrollers for the evening.

“Wouldn’t that be fun Y/N?” Noelle asks, waving a hand in front of your eyes.

Your mind runs away from you then. You find yourself distracted by images of the men in 007 tuxes, hair slicked back as they moved from game to game all evening. Jimin’s hair a flame in the muted room, Namjoon’s laugh echoing across the hall, and Yoongi making jokes with the bartender. It would seem that none of them had met Jungkook back then.

You stop chewing, a string of cheese still connecting you to the slice in your hand as you try to work out what they possibly could’ve asked you while you were zoned out.

“Oh, yeah that would be cool. I’ve never been to anything like that before.” You smile, trying to seem invested.

“We were talking about having another benefit like that one soon.” Yoongi supplies helpfully.

The only benefits you had been to were beyond dull. Always in a stuffy museum, with art that never had emotion behind it. Each ticket had cost more than an average person’s salary, and the food had been the most pretentious concoctions ever imagined. You loathed attending each one, a fact your husband knew.

He just sighed and repeated how you only needed to attend to be seen. He would promise that you wouldn’t stay to late, and each time you would be amongst the last of the guests as he laughed along with yet another boring old man’s recount of a hunting trip. Hunting trips were common among your ex-husband’s crowd, they never seemed to see the irony in having hybrids within their homes and then hunting regular animals for sport.

Jungkook gets very bored when he gets left alone. So bored he often ends up doing weird shit until one of his mates walks through the door. Today isn’t too bad. Yoongi and Namjoon said they weren’t going to be gone long, just to the mall to get some things that they had been running low on. An errand that always goes much faster when they don’t have Jungkook with them to get distracted every five minutes ( A much cheaper trip without him needing a little treat too).

The men stayed with you while you ate. You mostly listened to them while they talked, occasionally muttering assurances to demonstrate that you were actually listening to them this time. When you finished your meal, they said goodbye and headed in the opposite direction to you, back towards the parking lot as you and Noelle continued on your mission to find clothes.

______________

He wraps himself in Jimin’s favourite blanket and lies upside down on the sofa so his hair dangles to the floor. The TV doesn’t make much sense this way up, but it does provide a fun new perspective.

He barely hears the door open two hours later. The blood rushing around his ears almost blocks out the sound.

The older man tilts his head to look at Jungkook upside down.

“Kookie? What the fuck?” Namjoon asks coming into Jungkook’s eye line.

“I dunno, got comfy.” He shrugs.

“How many people am I going to have to save from the floor today?” Yoongi shakes his head, bending to help Jungkook up.

The motion throws off his balance and he slides onto the floor at his hyung’s feet.

He’d so badly wanted to like you for Jimin’s sake but you just made him so uncomfortable so quickly. The only predator he had ever warmed to quickly had been Namjoon, so he wasn’t expecting miracles, none of them were. But you had been so rude.

Jungkook looks at the pair confused as they share a knowing glance, a joke from today that he isn’t privy to. That’s when he smells it on them. Smells you on them. He can’t help the whine building in the back of his throat as he nuzzles frantically into Yoongi to change the scent back to his own.

He finishes scenting Yoongi and turns to immediately do the same to Namjoon. The bear accepts the affection gladly, cuddling the bunny in close and dragging him back to the sofa.

“We weren’t gone that long bunny.” He shushes.

Jungkook continues to bury himself into Namjoon’s neck, barely pausing to listen to the other speak.

“She really isn’t that bad Kookie, and she barely touched us, we can’t smell of her that strongly.” He sighs, pulling the rabbit’s hair to make him back away.

“Smell wrong, not my Joonie.” He reasons, earning an eye roll from Yoongi.

Jungkook whines again but concedes because he can no longer smell you on them. He hoped it would be a long time before he had to see you again, but Jimin and fate seemed to have other plans...

_____________

By the time you arrive back at the shelter, most of the day staff have gone home. Noelle heads straight down the corridor and into her dorm room to set her bags down. Instead, you collapse straight into a chair in the common room without really thinking, feet too tired to keep moving.

You’re sat for less than five minutes when you are tipped on to the floor with a bump.

“What is your fucking problem??” You growl, standing quickly and backing the lioness into a corner before she has a chance to sit down.

Even standing up straight with your teeth bared you have nothing on the other woman. Naturally a much bigger breed, you never stood a chance as she swung for you. Her claws connected with your cheek, not giving you the chance to duck. Immediately six other predators descend, separating you from her.

You press hard against the scratches, blood dripping over your fingers. The others take Lyra into another room, management following quickly behind.

You’d shocked yourself when you’d rounded on the other predator. Violence had never been an option you took, you had frowned upon other predators that resorted to violence before their words.

A hand is on your shoulder, guiding you back to sit down in the chair again. Tears sting at your eyes as you finally start to feel the pain of the wound. With cloudy vision, you can make out the flame red-hair in front of you. He reaches up and peels your hand away from your face.

“This is going to hurt Y/N.” He warns.

“Can I change rooms tonight?” You sniffle.

Something warm and wet is smoothed along your cheek, stinging as he cleans the blood away.

“There is no way you are staying here tonight Y/N.” Jimin says.

“Oh, is it because I started a fight? I get it, I’ll find somewhere else to stay... thanks for all the help though.”

You try not to let any more tears fall at the prospect of getting kicked out. He rest a hand on your shoulder as you go to stand, preventing you from going anywhere.

“That fight wasn’t your fault, you didn’t start that, you just tried to finish it. Lyra will be getting kicked out, that’s her third strike... But she has friends here and I want you to be safe. You are coming home with me.” He states more like it’s a fact than a request.

You start to protest, the idea once again sounding ludicrous. But then he presses his hand to your cheek again, and the pain is bad enough to have you second-guessing your judgement.

Masterlist

He dresses the wound on your face and disappears to make Namjoon aware of the new arrival while you pack your things back into your bag and get ready to leave.

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#bts fic #bts smut #kpop smut #kpop fic #bts imagines #jungkook fic #namjoon fic #yoongi fic #seokjin fic #hoseok fic #jimin fic #taehyung fic #bts hybrid #hybrid bts #outside of the fox

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Wings of Dusk pt 3

Azriel x Reader

Thank you so much everyone! I hope you enjoy!!!

Warnings: Talk of past SA and torture. I’ll put a 🌸 before the paragraph so people can skip over it if they want. Angst!

"Y/N your alive..." Rhys spoke and before you knew it

He had you entrapped in a bear hug. You missed this

seeing him and getting to hug him. The moment

lasted for a while but it of course couldn't last forever

until the thousand of questions started pouring out

of him.

"Wait I don't understand Amarantha told me you

died she let me look into her mind and I watched you

die?" "how did you escape? why didn't you find

anyone or reach out» "you didn't come home

amaranthas gone you can-

🌸

"Rhys please one question at a time. (sigh) Um what you saw was real...." it was hard thinking back on that night you had been beat, prodded and rape countless times that night. You never stopped fighting them and refusing whatever twisted and disgusting thing they had in mind for you which often meant they tried to beat you into submission even more. Or that Amarantha had a list of punishments for you the next day. You could sometimes get the men so drunk they either thought they had done something to you or forgot about you entirely. On that particular night you were particularly defiant you had bit and drawn blood from one of the guards. Amaranthas captain had always thought you a challenge so he thought it would be fun and that by choking and forcing you to feel the breath leave your lungs you would surely stop your defiant acts and he’d finally knock you into submission. Instead you starred him in the eyes and used the last bit of energy you had to spit in his face and passed out.

When you had awoken you were essentially trash they had thrown out. You didn’t know why they hadn’t checked or heard the faint heartbeat or who had brought you out off the mountain but you took no time in thinking about until you were up on your feet and running as far and as fast as you could. You struggled, starved, and fought your way all the way to the day court and you had truly planned to travel all the way home but you were tired and when you had collapsed and a lady from the day court palace snuck you in and offered you a place to stay you told yourself you’d leave for home once you were better but when you realized Amarantha had just looted and burned libraries and the lady had still stopped to help you, you couldn’t leave so you helped rebuild and salvage what could be.

“I got lucky her captain choked me and they thought me dead and threw me out so I ran”

“Why didn’t you go home”

“ I couldn’t get there, I was weak and tired” Mother even just talking about this made you skin crawl and made you want to retreat into youself.

Rhys took you in and noticed the shift in your mood and body language. It was strange for him you were always so self-assured, confident, and well badass so to see you try and shrink into yourself made him unsure on how to go forward. You were his older sister had looked after him, taken lashes and verbal assaults for him with your father. Without you he would of had no idea how to rule as High Lord he remembered not knowing how to do anything worried he’d be the night courts ruin. Yet you were there every step of the learning curve and for the first year and a little after it was really you pulling all the strings. Had kept him together after your mother and sister passed.

“Y/N it’s fine none of that matters anyways what’s important is that you’re alive and we can take you home with us tomorrow”

“Rhysand… I’m not going home with you all-“

“What do you mean you’re not coming with us?” Rhysand could feel his temper and confusion start to rise within him.

“ Rhys I’m Helions 2nd in command I’m apart of the Day court…. This is my home now and I love you and miss you but I’ve made a life here for myself.”

“Y/N. No you’re coming back with us! This is ridiculous we are your family. You’re the Princess of the Night Court! You’re coming back and that’s it.”

“NO I am not!” You could feel the anger boiling under your skin and that power within you beg to be released but you tamped it back down per usual. It wasn’t that you didn’t like the power that called to you or that you lacked control or precision with it, no it was that your father taught you to keep it down because raw power is power sure but true power and skill came from what you could do with your bare hands and fighting ability. “I will not be going and you can’t make me anymore little brother.”

He hated it when you called him that. It had been so long since he had been reminded that he wasn’t the first born or High Lord because he was the most powerful but because he was the most powerful MALE. In fact if anyone could over power him or at least match him it had always easily been you but you were always overlooked simply because of your sex. “You will go Y/N. I will drag you there myself if I have to”

“You are no longer my High Lord Rhysand.” It was as if You could see the words leave your lips and land on him, and once you saw the effect it had on him you had immediately regretted them.

He stiffened and his jaw could slice paper with how hard he was biting down and the flash of betrayal that flashed through his eyes made you try and take your words back immediately.

“Rhys I’m so-“

“ Stop Y/N you’ve said what you had to say, stay here if you want but…. But how selfish can you be? Staying low while Amarantha was alive I can understand, but after you didn’t write, didn’t reach out or even come home or visit. Then we find out you’re alive and instead of coming to us you chased after Helion! I had to come find you here. Did you even have plans on seeking me out? And now! NOW you don’t even want to come home with us. Tell me will you see us off tomorrow and speak words to your family or will we be escorted out like we were to our rooms tonight? We are you’re family Y/N.

You just stood there and let him say what he had to say and then he stormed out letting the door slam behind him. When we was gone you slid down the side of you bedpost and just cried. It wasn’t often you did but you couldn’t help it. You weren’t sure why you wanted to stay in the court of day, why you so desperately didn’t want to go home. Maybe it was that back home you were reminded of all the hardships you’d been through solely because it had been your duty to the night court, or that you just didn’t feel like you belonged there anymore. You sure as hell didn’t feel like a fucking princess or even deserving of the title. It could easily just be that you felt you were doing things worth something here. Like you could grow and become something. After your father had passed Rhys has been made High Lord shortly after and even though you were older, knew what you were doing, and could match Rhysand in combat and raw power, you watched your younger brother take the thrown with no contest because you were nothing simply a woman. You used to have dreams that maybe you could become the first High Lady or just have you own Illyrian fleet to command but all of those dreams had slipped away when Rhys had became High Lord. You handled affairs and for awhile you were his 2nd hand but you soon stepped down because you just wanted more. Felt you were capable of more and you realized your brother never took you to serious after he had gotten the hang of ruling and no one in Hewn city would ever respect you. You were incapable of making a difference there or growth. But it was different here, Helion had made sure of it. Heeding everything you said, introducing you to his troops and having you control training sessions, being the lead of rebuilding projects. You could grow here and make something of yourself without having to jump through all of the political hoops. You sat crying for what seemed like hours until you pulled yourself up stripped of you gown and took well needed bath.

Once you got out of the bath you dried off and padded across the floor to your closet. Of course Helion filled the it with over the top sleep wear you laughed to yourself at the memory of him bringing bags of nightgowns and had even made a vulgar joke when he pulled out a white lace lingerie set and said “look I even got this for you when you inevitably take me up on the offer and let me bed you” you smiled when you pushed the set aside and decided on a gold nightgown with a matching robe to go with it

Once dressed you tucked yourself in bed and prayed to the mother that sleep would allow itself tonight. Luckily it did and you trailed of to sleep and let the dreams take you.

You were awoken by a Thwump coming from your balcony. It wasn’t very loud and probably wouldn’t of awoken anyone who wasn’t trained to wake up at the drop of a pen. But it didn’t take you long to grab the dagger you kept under your pillow and sneak around to the door and right before you opened the door to the balcony and slice the persons throat who was going to sneak in, you catch a glimpse of shadows making there way under the door.

With a sigh you opened the door and stepped onto the balcony and were met with the chilly air.

“Azriel I could of hurt you. Don’t you know you shouldn’t land on a girls balcony at these hours of the night.” You quipped

“You haven’t changed one bit have you.” His tone was playful and you truly had missed him and reveled in this space.

“It’s good to see you Az.” Within seconds he had you in a hug and although you knew it was unlike him you never wanted it to stop.

Azriel held onto like if he let go you would slip away again forever. He did eventually let you go and his eyes dipped down a little to far because he became increasingly aware that you only wore a thin gold night gown and light robe. He was reminded just how breathtaking you were. Not like he had ever forgotten but seeing you in person after so long….his dreams had not done you any justice. But he quickly swept away the thoughts. He shouldn’t think of you like that. The thought of you shouldn’t make him go wild with lust, or itching to be by your side. You were Rhysands older sister. The two of you were close friends…. Just friends and the way he had broken and wailed when he heard about your death and had needed to be locked away by Cassain so he didn’t fly under the mountain and do something reckless. Well that was normal any close friend would do that.

You watched as Az stepped away and you swore you saw a blush, sworn he had wanted to say something he forced himself not to.

“Y/N Rhys has told me everything. I don’t understand how you stayed hidden..I looked for you myself for years refusing to believe you had died. I don’t understand why… why you never wrote.” You hadn’t wrote anyone but he couldn’t help but feel like it meant more that you hadn’t written him. The thought itself was idiotic your brother was Rhysand thats how his brother had the right to feel not him.

“I know Az it’s complicated I needed time to heal and then I was doing such needed work here.”

“I- we could of helped you heal…”

“Az it’s not like I meant to hurt everyone. I just…. I had been well “dead” for long enough I had figured people had made peace with it and moved on.”

Moved on?!? Peace? Was that what he had done. The way his shadows searched for you in every room still. The way he prayed and cried to the mother that it had all been a bad dream. The nightmares he had about you dying alone and violated and how he had failed you. The way no one could ever find him on your birthday, or the way he couldn’t smell or be surrounded by all the things that reminded him of you without brooding and hiding within his shadows. The way he compared every female who had ever looked his way to every aspect of you. That was the peace you were talking about? That’s what he had done… moved on.

“That’s Bullshit! We love you, the news of your death broke us. And now you aren’t even going to come home! I mean Y/N come on.”

“I have no interest in going home I have a life here!”

“A life?!? Y/N! You have a life there! Work to be done there. You told your brother he wasn’t your High Lord anymore. Have you completely denounced your heritage? Your brother is there, Mor, Cassain, Amren, ……Me. Is that all nothing”

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Never Quite Free

Chapter One: Pushed (words: 2309)

Sierra Six|Court Gentry/F! OC. No warnings yet, just canon-typical violence

Like everything in his life for the past- too many years, really - it had started out as just another mission. They told him where to go, what to wear, and who to kill, and he obeyed orders. Every time, without fail.

Sometimes, though, things didn't exactly go to plan, and ended up a little more exciting than he'd have liked. (Still beats going back inside) the man known as Sierra Six noted, ducking around a corner in time for the wall where his head had been to explode into a spray of stone fragments. There were at least a half-dozen of them, he'd counted, and he'd already cut his way through maybe that many to reach his target. His intel hadn't been accurate, and while he'd eliminated his target, (the leader's brother, kingpin in his own ring running. . . something, the details had been vague) the goons were still coming after him. And now, civilians were in the way.

He ran.

There were shots ringing out from multiple points around the open park, and he ran, skidding, through the panicking crowds to the cover of a low concrete wall. The cover wasn't perfect, they'd circle around to find him, but he'd at least have a minute to catch a breath and reassess. And a minute was more than he'd need (there was still that annoying graze across his left tricep where one guy had gotten too lucky.)

Seven. It was almost definitely seven shooters after him now, and some were up on the rooftops around the park, and-

A blur of motion of a body sliding and tumbling behind the wall had him spinning in a crouch as he brought the automatic in his hand up to bear on-

It was a woman. A civilian, maybe early thirties, at the oldest, and unarmed, he assessed with barely a thought.

"Ow, fuck", her skirt had ridden up to show one knee and where the tights had ripped along with the skinned knee beneath. She noticed him and the gun in the next heartbeat. "OH. FUCK." 

Eyes widening, she recoiled in shock just as he lowered the muzzle off of her, glancing back out over the possible lines of fire. 

"Oh, sorry." (Just gotta keep her calm and alive until I can get her out of here) "You ok?" He gestured to his own chin with his free hand. "

"I-what?" Reaching up to her own chin, her fingertips came away red with  the blood dripping from her mouth. "Shit,  must have bit my lip. Ow." The woman glared up and through the low wall, in the direction of the shots. "Yeah, just broken skin, I'll manage."

(Good, staying calm and not trying to bolt from cover, I can still get her out of here.)  "Ok, just stay down, I've counted seven of them and-" a shot ricocheted off  the wall, sending dust flying and his companion in hiding pressing back into the corner further with a muffled yelp. Again, he scanned the angles of fire, watching  the flash of light off a scope for an instant that gave away the shooter's hideout. Too fast, couldn't get a clean shot on him now.

"Hey, uh, just catching up here," it was the woman again, She was staring up at him sideways with a slight smirk, the tremor in her voice and the blood she absently wiped from her fingers onto her skirt the only reflections of their situation. "Since they're the ones shooting here, I'm guessing you're the good guy in all this, right"

(The good guy?) He hadn't thought of himself necessarily as the good guy in a long time, just the one who killed the bad guys. "I- I think so?" Better not to start thinking too much about the moral side of the work he'd been given just now.

Her smirk turned into something more serious and considering, searching his face for. . . something. "Ok, guess I'll-" she broke off, focus moving to something over his shoulder. "On your seven." It came out as a rush of breath, only a jerk of her chin pointing in the direction, and he spun to see one of the men in tac gear sighting on them. He fired a second before the other man could get off a shot. (Good girl), she'd spotted the man and kept her head enough not to show she'd seen him, in time for him to get the shot off. (Probability I can get her out of here just went up.) The shot and his realization had happened within the space of two breaths, and he twisted back, crouching on the balls of his feet to see her staring back where the man had been. "You still ok?"

"I- um. Can't say I've gotten someone killed before."

Working with a civilian, he reminded himself. Her calm might just be shock. He raised his gun again to try to peer over the wall, ducking back again when another shot sent dust into the air. "Hey, no, you did good." Working with someone to watch his back was new. She shouldn't be here with him, but it'd kept them both alive.

She grinned a little at that, it was shaky but it was there. Then the grin melted and the focus was back, her chin jerking out again behind him "on your six!"

He spun back, firing at another man slowly creeping towards their position and why did the way she said his number sound so nice? Almost as soon as he'd dropped the second man, her cry, barely above a whisper, came again.

"Three o'clock!"

She was using the wall as their 12, he realized. Smart. He twisted again, pivoting to his left and firing past her to the flash of light on a balcony.

"On nine!"

Again he twisted, and again fired. Another figure dropped.

"Four o'clock, high!"

That one was on the roof, and slid down to fall to the street when he was dropped. Two more down, that left three including the one pinning them down, who'd ducked back into cover when he tried to get a sight on him over the wall. He glanced back at the woman, her eyes were somehow even wider and face as pale as the ash-blonde hair escaping from its tie.

"St- still ok," she gasped out.

"We've got three more left, you sure on that?"

One eyebrow quirked up slightly. "Do I have a choice, really?"

An interesting answer, and he told her so. "Normally," they both ducked again as another shot embedded itself in the wall. "Normally, someone like you would be trying to run away from the guy everyone's trying to kill"

"Nu-uh, I've got cover and I'm by the guy who's said he'll get me out of- " she broke off with another jerk of the chin, "seven again."

This time, he just twisted to the side and fired. "Two left, I had seven on me when I got here."

"Only seven?" Her grin was back.

Somehow, he felt a grin pulling at his lips also. "Only seven, yeah. You wanted more?"

She snorted a small laugh. Amazing that she could laugh in the middle of this. Then again, that she could laugh and stay calm in the middle of a shootout was literally the only thing he knew about her (and that the way she said his number sounded nice and she'd asked if he was the good guy and that little half-smile of hers was cute for someone being shot at.) "I get the sense you could handle more, somehow, but because I'm here you're hold- on four again."

Her chin pointed, and he swung the gun to follow her chin and fired. "One more."

"-Holding back for my sake. Is that the one pinning us down here?" Rolling her head up, she tried to peer over the wall, before he reached out and shoved her shoulder back down just as yet another bullet skimmed along the top of the concrete surface. He tried not to notice how warm her shoulder was under his palm.

"Stay down. Here's what you're going to do, on my count you- what are you doing?"

A heartbeat after he'd moved his hand from her shoulder back to cradle the gun, she'd started shimmying out of her jacket, staying low. "I've got an idea." Reaching out with one boot heel, she hooked a fallen tree branch and began to drag it closer, jerking to one side as a shot cracked into the edge of the pavement a foot from her leg, but a second later she had it and was hooking the top of the jacket on the end. "I'm gonna draw him out, ok?"

Only long years of training and work kept him from staring at her. (This damn woman.) For anyone in his world of covert ops; of spies and assassins, he'd have felt professional admiration for her creativity, but for this civilian. . .

Before that thought could go any farther, she'd swung the coat on the stick up, hoisting it like a flag with a hissed "now!"

The fabric jerked with an impact of the bullet tearing through the material and he caught the motion from the corner of his eye as he sighted on the gunman who'd broken cover long enough to take the shot that was his last. One squeeze of the trigger, and Six saw the body of his last pursuer collapse to the balcony below him. That was it. Somewhere in the distance there were sirens approaching.

A small, choked laugh drew his attention back to the woman crouching beside him. Her hair was plastered to her sweaty face in smoke-dark streaks, and she was holding up the jacket to stare at the single bullet hole piercing through from front to back. "Guess I'm gonna need a new coat." The slight tremor started creeping back into her voice.

"You should go, before the police get here. You don't need to be connected to this." He'd leave as soon as she was clear, and that would be it, he thought.

"Here," she'd dropped the coat in her lap and dug through a pocket to come up with a small white rectangle. "Here's my card, you can send me a new jacket as a thank-you. Burn it after memorizing it, ok?" She told him her size and her smirk almost drew another almost-smile from him. Instead, he wordlessly took and scanned the card and pocketed it as she rose to leave. The address was for a town several hours away. (Tori. It also said her name was Tori.)

"Hey," he'd stood, checking again on the bloody graze on his arm, but her call drew his attention back to where she stood, destroyed coat draped over one arm. "I didn't get your name."

His name? "Six, they call me Six." It had been a very long time since he'd used anything else.Or anyone had thought to ask.

For some reason that got another one of her quick laughs, but the smile this time was full and genuine (albeit a bit bloody from her bitten lip), and he was suddenly reminded just how long it'd been since anyone smiled like that at him. It'd been what, almost two years now?

"Number Six, like in the show?"

"What?"

"You know, The Prisoner? Cult show from the 60's? Who is number one, you're number six?"

He shook his head, "don't have much time for watching anything" which was a lie since he had the downtime, often, but it wasn't really his to spend.

"He's a spy who retires and gets isekai-ed to a resort in Wales, you'd love it"

(He gets what? )

The sirens were getting closer, and she glanced over one shoulder as she took a step back away from him. "I should go, at least before the adrenaline crash hits and I'm really a mess. But stop by sometime and we'll watch the show, it's just seventeen episodes so we can do that in a day."

"I- uh, that sounds . . . fun." It actually did.

She looked back at him with one last grin, then with a curious salute, raising her hand in the "ok" sign to her eye with a twitch of the wrist, she turned to go. "Ok Number Six, be seeing you!" Then she was gone, her trot turning into a run at the edge of the park before he lost sight of her.

He also ran. He ran in the opposite direction she'd taken. It had sounded nice, her invitation. Maybe in a different lifetime, the man he'd been before . . . everything, the man he could have been, would've accepted it and been free to go watch old spy shows. There was a debriefing waiting for him, though, then back to the safe house or hotel they'd keep him at, then the next mission, and the next. He'd accepted that as part of being Sierra. It's what Fitz had promised him, that he'd get to take out truly bad people and maybe make the world fractionally better and he'd kept that promise, but also that his time wasn't his own, he wasn't his own.

Still, it sure as hell beat the alternative.

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Three weeks later, the woman, Tori, opened her door to answer a knock, to find a courier from a delivery service asking her to sign for a box. The sender was a vaguely titled export service. Inside the box was a hip-length jacket, similar in cut and fabric to the one she'd sacrificed in a wildly desperate move that day of chaos weeks before. The name on the label, though, nearly made her drop the coat in shock as how much more expensive the replacement coat was than her original outlet one had been. There was no note with it, she didn't need one. 

Chapter 2

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War and Peace 160/198 -Leo Tolstoy

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Pierre woke up on the fifteenth feeling like he did something shameful the night before, (like what) it was his talk with Ramball. (and that’s it) Not wanting to be too late, (to assassinate) he hastily tried to decide on a weapon. The fire had increased over the night and the streets were deserted, those that were around stared at him in curiosity at his height and martyr-like expression. He saw nothing, fearing something would distract him, but it was useless as Napoleon was at Kremlin giving out orders. (you didn’t even do research on where your target would be) Pierre was tormenting himself as this act was against his nature when a woman’s scream broke him out of it. She was screaming for Pierre to save her daughter who was left behind, they saved her stuff but not her. (I have no words) Pierre agrees to go and a girl takes him to their home, the houses were on fire and suddenly he felt liberated from his oppressive thoughts and felt resolute, he asked the French looters if they’d seen a child, one points to the garden. The toddler screamed as Pierre grabbed her and he felt revulsion at her hysterics and forced himself not to abandon her. (how heroic of you) 

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He had to find a new way back and now the roads were full of people and furniture, he didn't pay attention to them. The girl was calmer now and he saw something innocent in her face. People now noticed Pierre asking if he’s a noble and who’s child it is, he asked and was pointed to the garden the family fled into. Pierre handed off the girl to the crowed and went to help a young Armenian girl being harassed by a Frenchman and started beating him, people watched until the French Uhlans rode up. Pierre only remembers next he was beaten, arrested and searched and they plan to court martial him for the dagger. He didn't respond to their French but still refused to speak to the interpreter, as he was suspicious, he was put in a separate guarded room. 

PART TWELFTH 

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For the first time in history the Russians fought and planned the burning of Moscow. Napoleon faced a Russian winter without food for his half a million men. He must resume communications to his home country and left Moscow. 

In Petersburg, life went on and great effort to recognize the peril Russia was actually in, only efforts made in high circles. Anna Pavlovna gave a reception on the seventeenth and the main news was Countess Bezukhof’s illness and rumor she was allowed no visitors and forgoed doctors and turned to Italian ones. All know her illness came from trying to marry two husbands at once and the Italian prescribed their removal, (girl you’re fucking too much) but no one even thought of it in Anna Pavlovna’s presence. 

The following day was the Emperor's birthday, and he was given Kutuzof’s report of the losses and in haste didn't have details but it was a victory. The following day there was no news and the people's enthusiasm for Kutuzof began to pass judgement Vasili’s praise ceased. That evening there was alarm, Helene Bezukhof died and rumors ran that she was so distraught over her husband not responding to her she overdosed on medication. (they called it agenia but she actually died from a botched abortion) A few days later news arrived that Moscow was abandoned to the French and Vasili turned to Kutuzof while mourning his daughter. 

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Nine days after Moscow was abandoned an official report of it came, the only chance left was to lose the army and Moscow or just Moscow, the field Marshall felt it duty to choose the latter. The enemy entered the city and the city burned and the Sovereign demanded to know how they left without fighting at all. “their only fear is they your majesty, though kindness of heart, will be persuaded to make peace. They are burning to fight,”p.551 To prove it to him they are ready to sacrifice their lives. He sends the colonel out with a message to spread, when he has no men left he will place himself at the head and exhaust to the last resource and if it is written in the decrees of Providence. (you don’t have to go so hard Alexander) “that my family should cease to reign on the throne of my ancestors, then, after having exhausted all the means that are in my power, I will allow my beard to grow to here.”p.551 Then eat potatoes with peasants than shame his country. (what’s so wrong with potatoes) He and Napoleon can no longer reign together, he won’t deceive him again, before leaving the colonel uttered the feeling of the Russian people that this moment seals the glory of the nation and safety of Europe. (well for a few decades anyway) 

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While half of Russia was conquered levies for the militia rose, all men were sacrificing themselves for the country or wail for its ruin. The stores of self-sacrifice and heroism was not true for the most part men paid no attention to it, more occupied by personal interest. “And those very men were the most important factors of the time.”p.552 Nikolai Rostof took part in the defense of the country not thinking of what was happening, it was not for him to think about. (insert army joke here) He heard of regiments mobilizing but if no more fighting happened it wouldn't be astonishing for him to be given command of a regiment. 

He was made commander of an expedition to Voronezh, he reached an inn by evening and ordered needed supplies for the front. The next day he visited the city officials, the governor recommended him a horse dealer and as a friend of his father's invited him to a reception. Life and society went on in 1812 as usual. Rostof entered the party in his hussar uniform and being the center of attention especially to young girls but stayed by an official's wife to the husbands chagrin. 

The important Anna Ignatyevna wanted to talk to him, he doesn't know her but he rescued her niece, Maria Bolkonsky. They spoke of Maria and her late father and asked about news of Andrei, she invited him to visit her. Being reminded of Maria, Rostof felt bashful and fearful for some reason. He intended to continue dancing, but the governor’s wife found him a potential wife and he worries about Sonya and felt an impulse to confide everything to this woman. He tells her marrying for money is repugnant, she understands but Maria is another thing, and he tells her of his promise to his cousin Sonya. She starts scolding him, Sonya has nothing, his family finances are dire, and this would kill his mother and Sonya’s life would be terrible, they must understand. (yeah you two idiot kids stop being selfish unpractical and disgusting) Would Maria marry him and she's in mourning, she tells him there are ways. 

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The next day the governor's wife told Anna Ignatyevna about the scheme, two days later Maria was still thinking of how she should behave towards him but decided it wasn't right to receive callers while in mourning, but it would be rude to him and one insult to her father's memory to see him. Rostof came to visit after Sunday mass, she smiled at seeing him and it transformed her face and Rostof saw it. They had talked about unsignificant things and after meeting Rostof’s life continued but cost his zest for former pleasures and was thinking of her and never of Sonya. Like every young man he imagined married life and the future but with Maria he could picture nothing and felt dread. 

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The terrible news of Borodino and Moscow reached Voronezh by the end of September. Maria only knowing her brother was injured went out to find him and Rostof began to feel out of place in Voronezh things became clear to him as he returned to his regiment. Before he left, he was at a service to celebrate victory and the governor's wife asked if he had seen Maria, he saw her and felt shyness, fear and pity. As she left he went to her and told her his sympathies and if Andrei wasn't alive it would be on the bulletin. (gee thanks) She looked grateful then rejoined her aunt. 

Not having anything to do Rostof paced in his room thinking about life, (same) Maria is wonderful, why was he in haste with Sonya and began to compare the two but couldn't picture a life with Maria, he loved her but didn't understand her. He needs to be freed from Sonya, nothing but grief could come from marrying her, he doesn't love her as he should. (about time you realized this) He prayed for the first time in a long time until Lavrushka came with a letter from his mother and Sonya. He reads Sonya’s first, his prayers for freedom answered, she wrote they lost almost all their property, and he should marry Maria. It’s painful to her to be the source of sorrow to a family that took her in. His mother’s letter told him of how they left Moscow and lost their property and Andrei was among the wounded brought with them the girls are nursing him. The next day he informed Maria, neither spoke of the significance of Natasha nursing Andrei and the day after he escorted her to Yaroslavl and regained his regiment. 

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Sonya had written the letter in Troitsa since the Countess was dead set on Rostof marrying a rich wife she made Sonya’s life more miserable but before they left Moscow begged her to release her son from his engagement. (note never be cruel to someone then ask for a favor) Sonya sobbed that she would do anything, but her heart didn't agree. Was it necessary to sacrifice her happiness for the family that took her in, but it was her nature to sacrifice herself for others, (ah she’s a people pleaser) it was her only way to show her worth in the house and loved to do it as it elevated herself in Rostof’s eyes. (girl he isn't worth it) Now her sacrifice was to renounce all that he promised, (when he was like 15) now began to feel hatred towards the family, especially Natasha who never sacrificed anything as people still loved her. (yeah she’s pretty much the golden child) 

She told the Countess she’d wait to see him again under that pretense but in secret to bind him to her. (she planned to elope) The next few days she was distracted by her thoughts and finding out about Andrei’s state made her pity Natasha and believed it was God’s signal she shouldn't be separated from Rostof. She knew Natasha still loved Andrei and are now being brought closer so their marriage meant it would be impossible for Rostof to marry Maria. (not impossible the Countess would just let up the pressure since they would be financially secured) They stopped at Troitsa and the two were left alone together and Sonya was curious to hear what they were talking about. Natasha ran out telling Sonya he has to live, Sonya tells her she’s sure he will. The Countess asked her to write to Rostof looking at her shameful and ready for hatred at her refusal and Sonya wrote to him now knowing he couldn't marry Maria. 

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Pierre was locked in with peasants who shunned him for being noble and speaking French. On the third day they were tried for incendiarism and questioned knowing any answer was proof of guilt. “These questions, putting aside the essence of the vital fact and excluding the possibility of getting at the truth, were like all questions put at legal examinations, having for their object the laying down of sort of gutter in which examiners with the answers of the victims to trickle so that he may be brought to the desired point; namely, incrimination!”p.564 Pierre said he was there rescuing a child, they dismissed him protecting a woman and just being there to see Moscow and he refused to answer who he is. 

Pierre and thirteen other prisoners marched in the street, choking on smoke, to a barn. September thirteenth an officer of Napoleon’s staff came to see them and read off a list of names except Pierre’s, an hour later they were brought to the Marshall at Virgin’s Field. At Sheherbatof’s house they were lead in one at a time and Pierre came to face Davoust and said nothing. Davoust claims he is Russian spy and Pierre tells them in French that he is Bezukhof but without proof the two looked at each other and it saved Pierre. “In this look there was established between these two men, above and beyond all the conditions of war and the courtroom, the relations of a common humanity. Both of them at that one moment became confusedly conscious of an infinite number of things, and realized that they both were children of humanity-that they were brothers.”p.566 In Davoust’s list was men listed as numbers and looking at Pierre, who he would have had shot, saw him as a man. For proof of who he is Pierre told him of Ramball but Davoust was then distracted by a report that came in and had Pierre led away and Pierre goes into a crisis. (when isn’t he in a crisis) 

The prisoners were directed past the Virgin’s Field to a post and a pit and waiting crowd. The men were lined up for the post, Pierre was number six and he listened to how many times they would be shot and the drum roll. Two were tied to the post and as a dozen musketeers aimed Pierre looked away after two more were taken up. ”They could not believe, because they alone knew what life meant to them, and therefore they neither understood nor believed that it could be taken from them.”p.568 Pierre questioned who is really doing it since they all suffer as he does and why he was spared and without joy watched the fifth pair of men were executed. No one stopped Pierre as he ran up to the shot factory worker and watched as they untied him and pushed his body in the pit. 

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After the execution Pierre was taken to a dilapidated church, by evening other officers came to place him with prisoners of war. Pierre has a crisis, (again) he tells the man sitting next to him that these are hard times. The little old man tells him not to fret. “An hour to suffer, but an age to live!”-”there’s bad men and there’s good men as well,”p.570 A soldier splits a potato (calls it supergood) with Pierre and Pierre asks why they shot those prisoners, instead the soldier asks why he stayed in Moscow, (a very good question) he didn't think they’d come so soon. The old man, Karatayef, was taken from a hospital the solder asks about Pierre and is upset he is an orphan. Karatayef started a yarn of how he was caught stealing wood and sent off to be a soldier, if he didn't go it would be his brother who has five children. 

Before sleeping, Karatayef says a prayer and Pierre asks about Fral and Lavra, horse’s saints. Outside the hut there were wails and yells and it was a long time before Pierre could sleep feeling the ruined world rise in his soul in new beauty. He spent four weeks in the hut, he forgot the other twenty-seven men, but he remembered Karatayef (over a page describing him) the embodiment of all that was good, truly Russian and worthy. (he had friendships and lovers not like Pierre but liked all men and dogs...I told you this book is gay) 

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Chapter Ten: The Fall

Summary: Delphia Odinsdottir is the Goddess of Virtue. While stopping petty fights between her brothers, sparing with her friends, and practicing with her mother, Delphia has visions of the future. However, her once boring, uneventful life as Princess is disrupted by one of the most disturbing visions she had ever seen. Which leads her to run into a patriotic captain in red, white and blue.

Word Count: 2891

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ONE SMALL THING THAT DELPHIA MISSES ABOUT her home would be getting her mother to brush her hair. It was a nightly ritual that the mother and daughter never missed and something Delphia looked forward to before sleeping. It allowed them to talk in private without the guards or the men of their family keeping an eye on them. It was a bonding moment between the two. Oh, how Delphia missed it. She misses her mother, her father, her brothers, everyone dearly. So she brushed her hair by herself. The silky, chestnut hair held in her hair was perfectly straight with no knots in it at all as she ran the brush through it. She sat on her bed in silence, idly brushing while thinking of her home. 

Delphia was terribly homesick. Wishing to just be back home with her family, laughing with friends, enjoying feasts and watching her brother’s bicker. She missed it all. What if she left now? Went home to leave this foreign place that she didn’t have too many connections to. 

 At any moment she could walk outside, called to Heimdall and he could whisk her away. She could be back home in the blink of an eye if she so wished. As much as she would love to just leave, she can’t. There are rules to her visions, ones she cannot break by any means. The visions that she had… She couldn’t argue with them. Not only that but she… made connections here on Midgard.

Speaking of those connections, there was a light knock at her bedroom door. The room was quite small, but she appreciated that she was provided one to begin with. Tilting her head in confusion, Delphia stood up from her bed and opened the door. Stood on the other side, fidgeting in his stop, Steve stared as Delphia opened up.

“Steven?” She asked softly, a bit more than surprised to see him here.

The man swallowed thickly, nervousness coursing through his veins as he stared down at her. Steve honestly forgot what he was going to do now that he was staring into her eyes, completely lost in them. He also wasn’t sure what he was going to do from this point on. Sadly, he didn’t think this far ahead.

He cleared his throat, noticing that he had just been staring at her dumbfounded for a moment. “I wanted to come… apologize.”

Delphia tilted her head, “apologize?”

Steve fidgeted with his hands for a moment as he tried to find his words, “About what happened earlier with um, that woman earlier.”

“Oh,” she said while shifting uncomfortably, “there is no need to apologize for that-”

“But I want to.” He cut her off earnestly. “Delphia, it meant nothing, honestly.” He seemed more than desperate to try and convince her of that fact. Really, Steve needed to make sure that his intentions were crystal clear.

“Steven, it does not matter to me if you are… interested in someone.” Delphia cleared her throat, “You should not have to justify anything to me.” They weren’t courting, or anywhere near it. Perhaps they showed some curiosity between them and a development in their feelings. However, it would have to stay as nothing more than a passing fancy. With a war going on, it wasn’t always the greatest thing to have a romance of any kind. Add in the factor of Delphia being an Asgardian and that made things far more complicated.

He shook his head, “She surprised me, kissed me before I could react. I promise you.”

Delphia shook her head, “I still do not see-”

“I wanted you to know that there is only one person I’m interested in.”

Her eyes widened as she could understand his meaning. The underlying tone about just who he had an interest in was nearly clear as day. From the soft look in his eyes, staring at her as if she hung the sun in the sky, she knew he meant her. She sighed heavily, “Steven.” 

Steve didn’t notice the quick flash of an unwary expression on her face as he continued on, “It isn’t the right time to ask, but would you like to go dancing?”

Delphia blinked, “I thought we did the other day.” That night was quite enjoyable in her opinion. It nearly reminded her of the parties that her brother would hold just about every night. Except it was less violent.

“Yes, well, what I mean is, uh, more formal dancing? I suppose.” Steve said trying to find his words, though all he ended up doing was rambling, “I’ve said before I’ve never asked a woman to dance, so I would think a dame would rather go to some formal dancing, especially a dame as lovely as you would rather do some sort of slow dancing and such, not in a pub with a bunch of drunks around.”

It was endearing to see Steve grow nervous and ramble on. Despite his new physique, Steve is still the same dorky man as he was before. The same man who had caused Delphia’s heart to race and her cheeks to heat up. It’s too early to say, but if things continue on the way they were going… Perhaps Delphia could fall in love. That thought caused her to breathe deeply.

“Steven.”

He paused his ramblings and blinked owlishly, “Yes?”

“I would love to,” She bashfully looked away, now thoroughly embarrassed. The boyish smile that broke out on Steve’s face caused butterflies to run rampant in her stomach. Even with the wonderful feeling, there was still dread. Dread about what this could mean in the future. Dread about what could happen. Though for just a single moment since leaving her home, she’d allow herself this small moment of peace and happiness. 

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This wasn’t exactly what Delphia had wanted to do during the war, but she didn’t have too much of a say. If anything, the only reason she was still allowed to help around was due to pity and some strong words from Peggy. She still mourned the loss of her friend Abraham, and without him she was useless to the allied forces. Staying back, becoming a nurse at times, taking care of paperwork and the like wasn’t what she had wanted to do.

Though if she were allowed to fight, she imagined that things would be much different. Fighting was in her blood, her people are born warriors, and she wasn’t that much of a difference. Sure, it’s been about a century and a half since she had last been allowed in an active battlefield, but that didn’t mean she was rusty. Given the change, Delphia knew she could prove herself! So if she were fighting, there’s no doubt that the war would end somewhat quicker. However, it wasn’t exactly her war to participate in. So she’ll do as they say, like a good princess should. 

After many successful attacks, the allied forces were making quick work of destroying their enemies. Base after Base of HYDRA fell to the unwavering power of the SSR forces. Things could not be going even better for them. The only issue was that no matter what, they couldn’t find Schmit just yet, but with his dwindling power, they would get to him in no time.

At the moment, a group of superiors were watching a film that quickly recapped the recent attacks that they conducted. Of course they were all fronted by Captain America himself. Though as the film continued on, the footage showed Steve going over a plan with a map and a compass. In that compass was a photo of a familiar brunette smiling brightly. Peggy and Phillips leaned over to give Delphia a side glance, which certainly caused her to blush at the attention. She didn’t even know that Steve had that photo. Delphia recognized it as one they took when Steve was still training, before he was given the serum. It was such a simpler time then.

Once they were finished, Delphia escaped the glances that she was receiving to head over to her small desk that she shared with Peggy. The two friends sat with each other in comfortable silence. Ever since they had been stationed together, they had become quite close. War tends to bring people together, and Delphia and Peggy were no exception to that.

“Can I ask you something, Del?”

Delphia glanced up at Peggy from the forms that she had been filing and nodded her head, “Of course.”

“You and Steve seem… quite cozy at the moment.”

She paused, “I believe that was a statement, not a question.”

“Are you two…?” Peggy trailed off, not really knowing how to put it into words.

Though Delphia was able to catch onto her meaning, “I am not entirely sure.” 

There was no definitive answer as to what Delphia and Steve were. Perhaps if they could  spend more time together, she would say that they were courting. However, with Steve having to be off on the front lines there was no time for them to be together. Still, even with all that distance between them, it didn’t mean that they were any less interested in each other. The kindling flame that started to bloom between them was still steadily burning, everyone could sense that.

Peggy smiled at the expression on Delphia’s face. “Let’s hope that once this is all over you two can spend time dancing.”

Perhaps there was an innuendo somewhere in what Peggy had said, but Delphia certainly didn’t catch it. She just shrugged her shoulders, “Perhaps.” She read the newest file that he been brought to them earlier. “A train?”

Peggy leaned over to look at the report, “ah yes, we believe Zola to be traveling on the train. The Howling Commandos have been assigned to capture him.”

“Hmm,” Delphia hummed in thought. 

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James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes. He was a wonderful man, taken far too soon. A casualty of an unfair war. A brave man who didn’t deserve what had happened to him. Delphia knew that. She felt like she should have been closer to the man, since he was so close to Steve. However, with everything going on, they couldn’t get to know each other as much as they’d liked. They spent some time together whenever the Howling Commandos were at base receiving orders or had come back to relay intel. Steve was more than happy to see that they were getting along well. However, Delphia would say that her and Bucky had been good friends. Though they could have been more, time was just taken from them.

Delphia knew that Bucky was a brother to Steve, and losing him would break him. She couldn’t imagine what it would feel like to lose Sif, who was like a sister to her, or her brothers, or any other close friends. Things like this always caused great turmoil within her. Delphia was not given a vision of Bucky’s death or anything to indicate that this could happen. Her visions were always so picky like that. While she has a general overview of what’s to come, small details weren’t exactly something that she was shown. Even if she were shown his death, it wasn’t like she could do something to prevent it. Such a horrible situation.

After getting the news of what had happened on their train heist, Delphia knew that she had to go find Steve. He’d be devastated after such a loss. After having such a close loved one die in such a way, Delphia knew that he shouldn’t be alone. He needed comfort. Though first she needed to find him. She did her best to search around, asking if anyone had seen him, but no one knew. There really was only one place that she would think he could be. The Whip & Fiddle, the pub that the Howling Commandos had last been at before their missions.

When she found him, it was an extremely upsetting sight. The pub that she had once had an amazing night in with the Howling Commandos was destroyed. A bomb no doubt had landed right on top of this place, which just brought about even more feelings of depression. Navigating through the destroyed building, Delphia made her way over to Steve. He sat with the radio in front of him. Steve seemed to be attempting to drown himself in his sorrow with alcohol. Though with the bottle nearly, Steve didn’t seem to be all that drunk.

Steve hears the sound of her coming in and glances over his shoulder. “Dr. Erskine said that… the serum wouldn’t just affect my muscles, it would affect my cells. Create a protective system of regeneration and healing. Which means um…I can’t get drunk. Did you know that?”

“I may not understand science all too much,” Delphia started to say softly, “but Abraham did explain there would be side effects.” They were lost in another bout of silence. The tense atmosphere was evident as Steve continued to take sips of his drink even though they both know nothing could come of it. Delphia couldn’t take it, “Steven. Please look at me.” Though he didn’t look up at her which caused her to sigh, “You know, it was not your fault.”

He scoffed, “Did you read the reports?”

“Yes.”

“Then you know that’s not true.”

Delphia quickly placed her hand on cheek to try her best to force him to gaze at her. When his broken eyes met hers, she did her best to comfort him with just her gaze. “Do not blame yourself. The ones to blame are HYDRA, not you. Bucky believed in you, as I am certain you believed in him. You both made the decision to trust each other and neither of you broke that.”

Steve felt like his chest was warming up just slightly at her reassurance. Though it wasn’t going to be that easy to convince him. Since he was there to see Bucky fall, he could have reached farther, been stronger to protect his friend. However, Delphia was right. He trusted Bucky and vice versa. They wouldn’t have gone on a mission as important as this if they didn’t trust each other.

Delphia moved to sit herself next to Steve. It appeared that tears had started to collect in her eyes making them glassy. She made sure to keep herself with in his line of sight, not wanting him to look away from her for even a moment, “The loyalty that you two had to each other brought you to be as close as brothers and I’m so sorry that it had to end this way.”

Steve allowed himself to be calmed down slightly by her strong words. However, it did little to help lessen his grief. He knew that she was upset just like him over this. No one liked having to lose a soldier during the war, especially a close friend.

Steve’s jaw clenched, “I’m goin’ after Schmidt. I’m not gonna stop till all of Hydra is dead or captured.”

“And your allies will be with you every step of the way.” She agreed with him. 

The two were left with the crackling of the radio and the rubble around them. Though the burning passion of revenge grew between them as they held each other. No doubt, after this moment, neither of them was going to stop until all of HYDRA was destroyed. 

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Pulling herself away from Steve was a difficult decision to make for Delphia. Though she figured that both of them needed their rest. After this, they needed the energy to get back to work to get their revenge for what happened to Bucky. It was late by the time she returned back to base and to her little room. Tucking herself into her bed, Delphia attempted to allow exhaustion to take over. However, it seemed like there were other plans for her.

Once her head hit the scratchy pillow of her bed, she felt as though she was falling through darkness. Once the world around her stopped spinning, she found herself in the hull of a plane. It was dark and she could hear the wind rushing past as the windows showcased the bright clouds. There were voices, muffled and slightly disorienting, but Delphia recognized both of them. While she couldn’t make out exact words, it was obvious that there was a fight going on between them. 

Blurred images moved around as Steve and Schmitt fought each other for a quick moment. Eventually at some point, Schmitt ended up getting a hold of the Tesseract. Though in his marveling of the cube, it started to disintegrate him into nothing. The last thing she saw in her vision was the Red Skull, completely disappearing into nothing.

Taking a long deep breath as she was brought back into the slightly cozy confines of her bed, Delphia smiled. That meant that Schmitt would be defeated! He would be destroyed or killed by the Tesseract itself which meant HYDRA would soon fall to the SSR. That had to be the best news that Delphia had learned so far. With HYDRA destroyed the war would hopefully be swayed in the Allied forces favor and would end. For the once in a long while, Delphia allowed herself to fall asleep peacefully after one of her visions.

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WE FOLLOW THE STARS by Selene Kallan.

"I see coffers full of gold and diamonds as large as your fist, my liege," the fortune-teller said, her melodic voice otherworldly.

The king laughed, and his court followed, their drunken, slurred, false praise filling the stale air.

Emmy clutched the pitcher of wine to her stomach, back pressed against the wall, silently begging the goddess to protect Adrienne—the fortune-teller—from the whims of the King.

"More! Tell me more!" the King demanded. 

Dread coiled in Emmy's belly as Adrienne's eyes took on a ghostly glow.

"I see blood on stone and hear the vengeful cries of a starved kingdom," the fortune-teller said in a tremulous voice. "Your greed will be your downfall, my liege."

Deafening silence spread across the room. 

Emmy placed her hand above her thrumming heart. 

'What have you done, Adrienne?' she agonized.

The King's drunken good grace evaporated, face blotchy with fury as he ripped his meaty hand off the small, brown shaking hands of the fortune-teller.

"You have cursed me," he accused, his voice thunderous in the foreboding quiet. 

The fortune-teller stood on quivering legs, stepping back from the dais and shaking her head, dark curls swaying. 

"Guards! Arrest that sorceress!" he commanded.

No! Emmy wanted to scream, but her throat was tight with dread as she watched two burly guards dragging Adrienne away—her only friend, her heart.

"Please," Adrienne begged the King and his court. "There is still time. You can change your future if you rule fairly. Your people starve while you feast. You are the maker of your own demise. Can't you see?"

Emmy's hand flew to her neck, the feel of her collarbone under her palm one more reminder that Adrienne was right.

"Toss her into the dungeon!" the King snarled. "In the morning, she will burn!"

The Court roared their approval and launched insults at Adrienne until the massive doors closed behind her, resounding with the finality of the King's sentence.

"More wine!" the King barked.

Emmy approached with the pitcher, hands shaking as she poured the dark liquid. 

The faces of the court and the King spun around her in a kaleidoscope of sickening cruelty.  

But something burned within her, not the fire of despair, but the flame of bravery. Because she'd die before doing nothing to save Adrienne.

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It was easier than Emmy believed. The guards didn't look at her as she poured them more drinks. They didn't notice her wild blue eyes barely hidden behind a curtain of dirty blonde hair. They tasted nothing wrong with the wine, laced with a sleeping draught. Didn't stir as Emmy took the keys from their belts.

Heart in her throat, Emmy unlocked the dungeon's entrance and ran to the furthest cell. Her hands shook as she fumbled with the keys.

The sound made Adrienne lift her head from her knees, her tear-streaked face full of surprise. "What are you doing?" she whispered.

"What does it look like?" Emmy asked dryly, finally unlocking the cell, marching in, and seizing Adrienne's wrist.

The fortune-teller's chocolate eyes widened. She pulled, trying to set herself free of the servant's grip. "No, Emmy, they'll kill us both. You can still live—"

Emmy stopped in her tracks in the middle of the dusty corridor, facing Adrienne. "I'd live. But would I feel alive if my heart dies?"

Adrienne sucked in a breath, heart swelling in her chest. 

Emmy gulped, not quite believing she'd dared to confess. Impending death could make you brave, she supposed.

Adrienne linked their fingers together, tears bright in her eyes. "Then let's go, my heart."

Emmy smiled, pulling Adrienne along the torch-lit corridor, her happiness shoved aside as male screams reached their ears—the guards were on their trail.

So they ran, faster than ever before, until they reached the bars separating them from freedom. Their half-starved frames fit through the iron rods, just as four burly men in armors reached them, cursing and grunting as they hit the bars with their swords.

The women ran further away, reaching the terracotta stone cliff overlooking the rolling sea.

"This way," Emmy said, pulling Adrienne along the precarious stone ledge that circled the mountain. The castle looked small on the very top. 

“Oh, goddess,” Adrienne muttered, dark eyes bright with fear.

"Do you trust me?" Emmy asked Adrienne, just as the sounds of whirring metal and heavy boots reached their ears.

Adrienne met Emmy’s gaze and took a deep breath. "With my life."

Hands entwined, they jumped, leaving the stupefied guards behind.

The water wrapped them in an icy embrace, trying to pull them apart. But, hands entwined, they fought against the current and swam to the shore. Their limbs were sore and heavy when they finally reached the white sandy beach. 

They lay there, in a heap of trembling limbs and shared body heat. The stars sparkled in the moonless sky.

"What now?" Adrienne dared to ask.

"We follow the stars," Emmy said.

Foreheads touching, they shared a kiss, lips cold and shaking with relief.

They had nothing but each other, and that was more than enough.

©We Follow The Stars, Selene Kallan, 2023.

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[random-fandoms-fanfics]

One Mamá, Two Papás

Can I request an Agustin x male reader x Julieta where they're making dinner and some of the kids ask how their relationship works, and while they're explaining it, out of nowhere Antonio asks where babies come from? 😅

@milomalaise1, hope you enjoy

It was Abuela’s birthday and you and your partners were busy making her a nice diner, you were at the middle table slicing some potatoes and cassavas until you felt hands snake around your waist and start swinging them side to side, “anadón I’m busy and so are you,”

“Come on Amor, a little break won’t hurt,” while humming some random song only he knew he nuzzled his nose into your neck and unbeknownst to you rubbed flour against your. Slowly but surely you found a smile growing on your face and your hips consciously moved with his hands, placing your knife down you turned in his arms, grabbing his shoulder and one of his hands the two of you began a gentle dance in the humid room, not noticing the woman starting a few feet away with a smile. “Papa (Y/N)!” you were brought out of your trance as you heard the voice of your youngest non biological daughter, Maribel, call out for you, “in the kitchen Querida!” Maribel walked in with Camilo and your second youngest, Ada, right behind her. Kissing your boyfriend’s cheek goodbye you turned back around to face the group, your hands immediately going back to work, “what’s up Mariboo?”

“Are you ever going to marry papá and mamá?”

“I can’t Querida, the priest won’t allow it,”

“Why?”

“Because some people don’t like men being with other men and they think women should only be with one man, don’t know why they think that but they just do,” pouring the now sliced potatoes and cassavas into the beef, pork and chicken filled stew you covered it for one last time, proud of your work you turned to your girlfriend who just placed the beef filled pastries into the oven, “You all done Judía?” she hummed positively before going over to help her husband with frying the small balls of dough, “how did you get with the two of them? Tai Julieta and Toi Agustin were already married when you came in,”

“Well you see we have been together since our late 20’s,” Julieta leaned up against you as she spoke to the children, “we just didn’t show it due to, as (Y/N) said, people not liking our relationship,”

“Ah those were the days, ducking around corners, sneaking behind barns and hiding in the cramped spaces of casita all to just steal a kiss, I miss those days,” Agustin came up behind the two of you, his hands holding both of yours waists, “I miss the days before we got together,”

“Julieta come on those days were a catastrophe,”

“Oh really, how did you get together,”

“Don’t,”

“Well you see (Y/N) and Agustin were courting me at the same time, fighting for my affection day in and out,”

“Stop,”

“Two rivals one upping each other every chance they got,” she moved away from Agustin’s grasp, her hands erratically moving with her words, leaving the two of you to stand in each other’s arms and begging her to stop, “Amor please,”

“Annoying the entire village with their trumpets and accordans, hurting themselves with stupids feats of bravery, trying to prove to Abuela they were better for me by doing chores,”

“Please stop this is embarrassing,”

“That was all until the accident at the river,”

“Julieta!”

“They were so desperate to get a kiss they didn’t watch were they were going, (Y/N) tripped and pulled Agustin with him, next thing they knew they were sharing a kiss, (Y/N) ran off leaving Agustin in the mud as a blushing mess, the two of them could barely look at each other without blushing,”

“So they started liking each other? I’m guessing at that time they were still in love with you,”

“Mhmm, a few days after the incident Agustin came to me a muttering and stuttering mess, talking about how the kiss felt, how it made him feel and changed the way he saw (Y/N) while he kept reassured me that he still wanted to be mine and how big his love for me was, (Y/N) came by the next day doing the same thing,” by now you and Agustin were on the other side of the kitchen with your hands in your faces as Julieta retold the story of your younger life to a new set of children, “they were so confused and so was I, I never thought that I could have two loves of my life and love them equally but I do and I would have never of come to that if we didn’t talk about it, after that night these two began courting each other, giving each other gifts, showing off their musical talent to the other and sitting on a bridge playing in harmony and through all that they never forget about me and reminded me everyday that they still loved me,”

“Aww papá, why haven’t you told me this before, it’s so cute,” Ada grabbed your hand away from your face and entwined your fingers with hers, waving your hands about, “because the first part is embarrassing, I always wanted my love story to start with me serenading my love, not me tripping and pulling them into mud and accidentally kissing,”

“Wait, if you’ve been together for that long how can you be sure who’s kid is who’s?”

“Well, seeing how Julieta and I weren’t even trying to make kids until after Luisa it’s pretty easy to tell, plus Mirabel looks more like Agustin” feeling your pant leg being tugged on by tiny hands, looking down you found a mass of dark haired curly there “tio how are children made?”

“ah well you see when a man and a woman lov-, when two people feel… when people want children they engage in…” staring down at him you struggled to talk, lumps blocking the air in your lungs, “You see men gives women a, special liquid, women take this and put it into a pot filled with, special, tiny eggs, woman drink this and the magical mixture gets into their bellies where they are, able to grow a baby inside them,”

“How does the baby get out?”

“... they um, you see they come out through- women will get them out by pu-Pepa get your child he snuck into the kitchen,”

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[thefallenbibliophilequote]

Little Black Dress

Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky has had a lot of trigger words throughout his life, but he never thought he would find a new one- until you uttered it.

Word count: 2,938

Warnings: mean girls, language, body insecurities angst, fluff, many alludes to sex, Bucky being a romantic.

A/N: this is for Kas' writing challenge @wkemeup congrats on 10k followers! You are incredible and deserve all the love! My prompt was: A is feeling insecure about how they look. When B asks what's wrong, A attempts to explain but B is genuinely confused because they can't imagine a world in which A is anything but perfect.

A/N2: did I insert Taylor lyrics in between? Maybe… But You Are In Love and Fearless are superior. Also, shit got deep and real here. This is not beta read, sorry!😅

No one is allowed to repost my writing or steal or copy my work! Reblog on tumblr is fine.

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It all started with a stumble, but then again- doesn't it always?

You were walking down the sunny street, book in hand, with the wind surrounding you as you went forward.

On your right, the door to a bar opened with a thud and you looked up to see two men walking out an elderly man who has been clearly drinking all morning. You heard him when you passed by the bar, turning your head to him.

"Excelsior!" his words were slurred but the sight still made you laugh. You however didn't get the chance to laugh when you stumbled forward, hand shooting forward to block your fall to the ground. Those hands ended up being set on a chest. A very firm chest. You looked up to the man who caught you from falling and were met with beautiful blue eyes.

"Are you okay? He asked and straightened you up, both of his hands on your waist.

You managed to tear your eyes away from him, you quickly nodded.

"Yes, thank you." You smiled shyly at him, blushing when you realized your hands were still on his chest. You quickly moved them away just as he moved his gloved hands away from you.

He bent down to pick up the book that fell out of your hands.

"The Hobbit? Good choice." He winked at you when he handed it back to you.

"Thanks, I've heard great things about it, so I finally decided to buy it and read it." You looked at the book, frowning when you remembered you didn't place a bookmarker in it. You chuckled lightly, looking at him before continuing, "It's great so far, but I didn't bookmark it so now I lost my page."

"You're on page 106," the man racked his hand through his hair and straightened up his red shirt.

"And how do you know that?" feeling amused, you opened the book to the page he said only to find it to be the exact page you were in. You frowned, remembering you shut the book when you felt yourself falling.

"I just have very good eyesight," he once again ruffled his hair as he stuttered, "and memory… sorry if that made it weird." He scrunched his nose and you couldn't help but think of how cute he is.

"It's okay, it's not weird- pretty impressive actually." You held the book in your hands before smiling at him and taking a step back. "Well, I should go… thank you again."

You put a hand on his arm before moving past him and continuing your walk down the street.

Bucky stood in place for a moment after you left, chuckling to himself he walked forward with you still in his thoughts. After all that he has been through, being an assassin and a spy taught him to be calculated, think things through and be confident in his actions.

But he didn't know you, so why did he feel the need to turn around and go to you?

It made no sense, and yet he did just that.

He turned around and ran until he caught up to you and stood in front of you. With surprised eyes and a questioning brow, you looked at him, awaiting for what he has to say.

"Hi," he extended a hand to you with a charming smile that had you melting. "I'm Bucky."

And that's what started it all.

•

It was a few months later that you walked with Bucky back to your apartment after another wonderful date night. He had told you who he is early on and he swore that he fell for you faster after you reacted well to it and reassured him that you still want this- whatever this is. The two of you decided to take things slow, Bucky liked courting you properly and you didn't mind at all, it was obvious that your feelings for him grew and that you were quick to fall in love with him, and it was obvious that he returned the same feelings. Lately the tension felt heavier, the need was stronger, and with every lingering touch and every glance at your lips, you knew that tonight will be it. Your first kiss. Sure enough when Bucky stood at your doorstep you felt it coming, you saw it in his blue eyes, felt it in the air, and heard it in your heart. A million thoughts raced on your head in slow motion, fear clouded them when Bucky turned to look at you. What if he will regret this? What if this is a mistake and he will leave? What if you weren't good enough for him? You looked into his eyes as he pulled you in and it gave you the bravery to push all of those thoughts out and focus on the man in front of you, and so you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in to meet him in the middle. It's the first kiss, it's flawless and you let it take over you, fearless.

Since then, when your relationship got official, things went ever upwards. You learned more about one another, you grew closer; you laughed, you cried; you fought, and you talked; you said I love you, and he always said it back.

•

"Definitely not that one!" you laughed when Bucky pulled a sparkling dress that was sure to blind someone out of the rack. His laugh was music to your ears, booming and made his eyes crinkle, he was gorgeous.

Bucky put the hideous thing back in place and continued walking with you, hand in hand, looking for a perfect dress for Tony's party.

You were looking around when you passed a mannequin wearing a gorgeous little black dress- one that you wish you could wear. You let your eyes linger on it as you passed by it, not looking at Bucky who noted your gaze on the dress, and yet despite that you did not stop to Bucky's surprise.

"Okay how about we divide and conquer? You go find yourself a suit, I will go try to find a decent dress."

"Sounds good, Doll, just don't get lost here." You laughed as he winked and went to the other side of the shop.

You went through the various clothing items when you came across the dress that you saw earlier, it was black, basic and yet so special; on the mannequin it looked perfect and yet you couldn't help but wonder if it would look good at your body, it was a lovely dress but what if you will ruin it by wearing it? It would be so pretty, just not on you.

You went on to try and find dresses that will fit you better.

Bucky was in the men's section where he picked out an outfit when a saleswoman walked up to him with a big smile on her face.

"Hello, would you like any help?" she asked him and he saw the way the woman looked over his body shamelessly. He was about to shake his head when he saw you still picking out dresses.

"Actually-"

"A handsome guy like you deserves the best suits, let me show you some that would flatter you," she put a hand on his bicep.

Across the room you saw the sight and your face fell, you knew Bucky wouldn't do anything but still seeing other girls flirt with him made your blood boil and insecurities rise. You never told Bucky about these feelings, what would be the point? You quickly decided to wrap it up and take the pretty purple dress you found, it's more in your comfort zone, it's probably better.

Bucky laughed nervously before backing away from the girl and looking at her.

"Actually, I was hoping you could save a certain dress for my girlfriend." He smiled when he saw her face fall a bit, stuttering, she only nodded.

Only a few minutes later he met you at the counter, eyeing the dress you picked before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. The girl in from earlier appeared, you saw the way she looked at you when Bucky put his hand around you, Bucky only smiled at you, his arm still around you as you exited the store.

Putting you on his motorcycle, you wrapped your arms around him as he drove you home, but the thoughts would not leave your head.

"Doll, I need to go on a couple of errands before the party, so I'll meet you in the tower before?" you took off your helmet and nodded at him.

"I'll see you there." With a kiss he was gone out of your sight.

•

You stepped into the avengers tower with a bag with your dress and essentials inside it a couple of hours later, going to rest a bit with Bucky before the event starts and you'll both have to get dressed.

You got inside the elevator, sighing as you leaned against the back of the elevator, and then mentally groaning when the elevator doors opened up yet again only one floor later.

"I think it is just rubbish, there is no way." One of the two girls who walked in said to the other.

"I'm telling you, that's what I heard!" the two girls were with their backs towards you, they probably didn't notice you were there at all as they continued to gossip. "Sergeant Barnes has a girlfriend now, I heard Dot talking and apparently she is totally not on his level."

"I bet he is with her because of pity, it will never last," The blonde snickered. "Do you think he will be at the party tonight? Maybe we could talk to him, who knows what might happen."

Her friend nodded and you felt your heart sink down, suddenly this elevator was too crowded for you.

"That bitch will probably run home crying by the end of it." You thanked the gods when the elevator opened at their floor.

Holding the tears back, you quickly pressed the close button so no one else will get into the elevator as you went to Bucky- you had to keep it together, for him. You know he loves you, he will make it all go away.

And when you reached his floor, his smile immediately made your eyes shine as you happily jumped into his embrace.

"What took you so long, Doll?"

•

"Are you sure we have to go?"

"Yes."

"But do we have to? You're a supersoldier, you can protect us!" you giggled when he poked your sides. The two of you were tangled up in bed sheets, too comfortable with each other's presence to move away, your bodies were pressed together with his arms securing you to him and you wished you could stay like this forever.

"I will protect you no matter what, doll, but I promised to come to that stupid party and I can't be there without you," he kissed down your neck slowly, knowing just how to get to you. "Plus, I have a surprise for you."

"Oh? Is that so?" you raised an eyebrow at him.

"Mhm," he kissed up your neck again so he could look at you. "I would love to stay here like this and spend the night worshipping you, but I am really looking forward to this surprise- I promise that I'll worship you afterwards."

"I will hold you to that promise, Sergeant!" you laughed as he got up from the bed and went towards his closet. When he came back you saw that he carried a bag from the same store that you were in today. "What is this?"

"Go on, open it." Hesitantly, you opened the bag and you faltered when you saw what was inside, the little black dress you had your eyes on.

"How did you-"

"I saw you staring at it, so I got it for you." He sat down next to you again and pulled the material out of the bag. "I don't know why you didn't take it, but I would love to see you wear it, give me a show?"

He wiggled his eyebrows and despite your internal struggle you nodded at him as you went to change in the bathroom.

When you came back into the room, Bucky's eyes turned a shade darker, and all he wanted to do was take that dress off of you. You paid no mind to him as you walked over to the full length mirror, moving your hands across your body and assessing yourself as Bucky's gaze followed every move you made.

"Doll, you look-" you barely heard him though when you voiced your thoughts to the mirror.

"I am so ugly, this dress looked beautiful on the mannequin it's a shame I'm ruining it." You said as a matter of fact, "I think I will wear the dress that I picked, it's better."

Bucky's eyes snapped up from your ass to the back of your head as you continued looking at the reflection, taken aback by what you said so calmly.

Bucky has had a lot of trigger words throughout his life as the winter soldier, after getting rid of those he never thought he would find a new one until you uttered the word-

"Ugly." You shrugged, "I could give it to Natasha- she would love it."

"What did you just say?" Bucky rose up from the bed, and at the tone change of his voice you turned around to him.

He just couldn't wrap his head around it. You, his girl, the girl he knew he was going to spend the rest of his life with; the girl who took his heart so quickly he wondered if maybe it was always yours; You, the girl who he is certain must be a goddess, the girl that is so beautiful he is certain he would be distracted in a battlefield by; the girl who smiles at him and takes his breath away; the girl who can shatter any bad day he has only by the smell of her perfume and her words; You, that girl, was right now standing in front of him calling herself things he could never associate with her.

"What do you mean, Bucky?" you got confused at the slight anger in his blue eyes, it wasn't at you, but you still saw it there.

"Don’t you dare call my girl ugly," he said it so strongly you were afraid you would upset him, you didn't mean for your insecurities to slip into his view- you didn't mean to say it in front of him.

"Bucky, but it's true. I know that you love me as I am, but I can't really ignore this, I mean- look at me." You pointed to the mirror behind you with a small nervous chuckle. "It's okay."

"Doll, it's not okay, what are you talking about? You're gorgeous!" you wrapped your arms around yourself, suddenly feeling too exposed and it was not because of the dress.

"Bucky, I'm not- maybe you just don't see it, but I do. Love can make you blind." You didn't know exactly what to say to make this conversation go away, and from the determined look in Bucky's eyes you knew avoiding and escaping was not an option. You lowered your eyes down.

Bucky sighed, taking a moment to collect himself as he studied your body language before taking a step forward and bringing your chin up so you would look at him, caressing your cheek.

"I'm sorry doll, I didn't mean to attack you- I just can't have you talking like that about my best girl." He pressed a soft kiss on your forehead, staying close so you could see the sincerity in his eyes. "Do you always feel this way?"

You only nodded the best you could with his hand holding your chin up.

"Why didn't you talk to me about this?"

"What's there to talk about? You didn't need to see this, this is just the situation, this is just how I see it, this is just a fact." You shrugged.

"Doll, this is not a fact, this is self hatred." Bucky shook his head, he could not imagine a world in which you are anything but perfect, "I know it's hard to accept yourself doll, but I need you to know that you are beautiful and absolutely breathtaking in this dress."

Bucky turned you around towards the mirror, wrapping his arms securely around you before letting his hands roam your body which he spent nights memorizing.

"Don't say that word again, doll give me the chance to show you what I see." With a shuddering breath you nodded at him as he continued to shower you with praise that made your cheeks warm.

"Does that mean we are not going to the party?" you chuckled as a small smile rose on your lips.

"Oh no, we are definitely going to the party," he whispered in your ear. "I am going to show you off to every single person there, point out every guy and girl that stare at you, longing and jealous, and then make sure they all know that you are mine, gorgeous." He sealed that with a soft kiss on your lips. When you tried to kiss him again he pulled away. "Hmm, I just had a great idea."

"What is it?" a mischievous smile grew on his face.

"I think we should angle the mirror towards the bed." If your cheeks weren't hot before, they were burning now.

•

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Hi I'm the anon who requested the Childe x zhongli x reader one. I deeply apologize I am so so sorry I should have specified but yes! Childe and zhongli are dating at the beginning, and poly at the end with reader. Only if your comfortable with it though! I'm sorry once again I should have specified more clearly T-T

original ask: Um feel free to ignore This ask but zhongli x Childe x reader where Zhongli and childe are dating and reader has been in love with both of them and thinks their love is unrequited, but they're happy with only giving love and not receiving anything in return. But then one day they meet someone new and start spending more time with them, pulling away from zhongli and childe which leads them to getting angry and confessing + jealous nsfw at the end. Feel free to ignore tho, no pressure. Have a good day and take care :)

hopefully i did you justice lol, i was still a tiny bit confused so i apologize if this isn’t 100% of what you were looking for but i hope you still like it!!! this is a part 1 of 2 and the nsfw work scene is going to be in part 2 (expect that in a couple days) PART 2 HERE

cw: polyamourous relationship, little bit of angst, a little over 3k words, hu tao has a brother in this named jiang

summary: your first crush is zhongli and when it’s evident he doesn’t like you back, you try to turn your feelings to childe. so when childe and zhongli start dating, your heart is shattered. thinking there’s no hope for love, you meet jiang. sounds great - the only issue? zhongli and childe seem to have a problem with this. 

Alongside Zhongli, you were a mortician at the Wangshen Funeral Home. Over the months of working beside him, you had become quite close to him. In fact, Zhongli considered you one of his closest friends in Liyue. After long days at the parlor you would go out to dinner together and despite having to pay most of the time, you were happy to spend time with him.

Your feelings towards Zhongli were growing to be more than platonic but you could never tell him. You were too different from him and while you were sure he appreciated your friendship, you couldn’t imagine him reciprocating your true feelings.

So when you’re introduced to a young man named Childe, you thought this would be your way to weasel out of your one-sided love. Childe was cheeky and sweet to you, nearly winning your heart instantly. He hung around Zhongli often and it became unusual to see either of them alone. Slowly, your crush on Zhongli soon shifted to Childe.

Unlike before, you began to dress nicer to work if you knew Childe was going to be coming along that day. You examined the way Childe interacted with Zhongli versus you and the difference made you hopeful that Childe was feeling something for you. Sometimes he would even stay at the parlor with you if Zhongli needed to run out for a bit.

When Childe asked you to Wanmin for dinner one night, your heart swelled. You had been alone for too long and now a rich, handsome local from Snezhnaya was courting you, right?

You were giddy for the remaining hour of your shift, even telling Hu Tao that you had a date after work. When the time came, Childe waited for you at the entrance and you happily skipped beside him. He made a comment about how you seemed to be in a good mood and you could only chuckle - wasn’t he, too?

“Order whatever you want,” Childe told you once you both were seated at a table. Your eyes glazed over the menu, racing back and forth between too many options. You heard Childe sigh and you looked up briefly to see his fingers fumbling with each other. “You’re probably wondering why I asked you to dinner, huh?”

Beneath the table, your legs twisted anxiously. You hid your excited smile and tilted your head, trying to make a cute facial expression. Was Childe going to ask you to be his partner? Or was it too soon to do that? Despite your age, you hadn’t been on a proper date in ages. Were things different when you were a teenager than when you were an adult?

One of Childe’s hands made its way across the table and you let him take your own. His hand felt incredibly soft and warm and you wanted desperately to interlock your fingers.

“Since you're my closest friend in Liyue, I wanted to tell you this before anyone else,” Childe began. The first part of his sentence made your chest flutter but you decided to pay no mind to it. Perhaps you had just gotten closer to Childe than Zhongli lately. But what Childe said next made your heart drop into the pit of your stomach, “I’m going to ask Zhongli to be my partner.”

“Like, work partner?” You said, your words catching in your throat. You knew exactly what Childe meant. How could you have been so stupid?

Childe let out a hearty laugh, “No, not a work partner. I want to be his boyfriend.”

Your hand fell limp in Childe’s and you swore you stopped breathing in that moment. Not only were you extremely upset, you were suddenly extremely embarrassed. You told Hu Tao this was a date! You face grew red and you averted your eyes to your lap. But it all made sense. Childe wasn’t talking to you in a special way - he was talking to Zhongli. Looking back on your personal conversations with Childe, you realized that most of them centered around Zhongli or Zhongli’s personality. You were just so infatuated with trying to please Childe that you hadn’t noticed.

“So, what do you think?”

What did you think? You thought it was the most stupid, heart wrenching idea ever. You thought Childe was the worst person in the world for leading you on (even though deep down you knew he didn’t really lead you on) and you thought Childe should just go back to Snezhnaya.

“Great!” You said, plastering a fake smile on your face, “I’m happy for you.”

Childe gave your hand a squeeze and finally let go. Your own hand slithered back to your lap where you grasped angrily at the hem of your shirt.

You ordered the most expensive item on the menu.

***

You spent the next few weeks putting up a false identity. The day after your dinner with Childe, he followed through with his idea and started to date Zhongli. You hated to admit it, but they were the perfect couple. Childe helped bring Zhongli out of his reclusiveness and Zhongli helped Childe become a more mature person.

Since both men were still your friends, they wanted to continue their relationship with you. And you didn’t have the heart to tell them to leave you alone. Now that they were dating, it was always the three of you and you quickly grew to their third wheel.

Childe offered to do commissions with you and, of course, Zhongli came along and your usual table during lunch with Zhongli had to be changed so a third person could fit. It was fun at first since Zhongli and Childe were still getting comfortable with their new dynamic but once they discovered intimacy and physical touch, you had enough.

Not only did you have to suffer through not one but two one-sided crushes just to have them start dating each other, now you had to sit by and watch them practically drool all over each other. Instead of going out to lunch with the couple one day, you made up an excuse about work you needed to finish and collapsed in a chair in Hu Tao’s office once they had left.

The funeral director looked at you over a mound of paperwork, “You’re not going out today?”

“And watch Childe try feeding Zhongli for an hour? No thanks.”

You crossed your arms, annoyed, and fixed your sight on the ticking clock on the wall. Hu Tao shifted her small body so she was sitting on her desk facing you, her legs hanging off the side and her feet kicking the side of her desk.

“What happened?” She asked. At her question, you broke and told your boss everything. Hu Tao sat and listened, staring at you concerned while you ranted about how you were convinced the world was out to get you. When you finished your vent, Hu Tao had a mischievous look on her face, “You just need to find someone new.”

You were quick to roll your eyes, “Yeah, no.”

“Believe me, Y/N, getting a new partner would help get your mind off Zhongli and Childe.”

“And where am I supposed to just find someone to date out of the blue?”

“Are you doing anything after work?”

Knowing Hu Tao, you were more than nervous to see what she had up her sleeve. Nonetheless, you avoided Childe and Zhongli for the rest of the day and cautiously left with Hu Tao. You walked behind her in silence as she led you into Liyue Harbor and to a rather large townhouse. She opened the front door and you followed her inside, immediately being met with a bustling and loud environment.

A child ran by your legs and Hu Tao shouted something inaudible at them. She turned on her heel to you, “Sorry for the chaos. You’re okay with staying for dinner, right?”

You nodded your head, realizing it was probably foolish to say no to your boss (it’s not like you had plans anyways). Hu Tao beamed and clapped her hands together, practically dragging you to the kitchen and shoving you down on a barstool. Beside you sat a rather good-looking man and Hu Tao soon introduced him to you.

“Y/N, this is my older brother Jiang. Please find him well.”

So, this is what the director had in mind.

Jiang held out his hand to you politely and you shook it gently, formally introducing yourself to him. For the next few hours, you and Jiang got to know each other. You learned that he was Hu Tao’s eldest sibling and was a teacher in Liyue Harbor. He was around your age and had a very kind smile. By the end of the night, Jiang expressed his interest in you and asked you on a proper date. Hu Tao only smirked giddily behind the counter.

You and Jiang grew close quickly. Your time spent with him was refreshing and for once, you were finally able to get your mind off Childe and Zhongli. You still saw Zhongli (and sometimes Childe) at work but your relationship had already faltered enough to add awkwardness to your conversations. If Zhongli tried to stop you and talk to you about something other than work, you made up an excuse to scurry along. Despite your new relationship, thinking about Zhongli and Childe caused a familiar pain to appear in your chest.

One night you couldn’t leave fast enough and Zhongli caught your arm, “May I have a word with you?”

“Right now?” You asked, glancing at the clock for emphasis, “I really have to get going.”

“Please,” Zhongli said quietly, “Just for a moment.”

You sighed, knowing you didn’t have a valid excuse rolled up in your sleeve this time. You nodded your head and slipped your bag from your shoulder back onto the chair in front of you. Zhongli retracted his hand from your arm, instead deciding to loosely cross them across his chest.

“Have we done something wrong?” He asked.

“What are you talking about?”

“Childe and I have noticed your absence from our outings,” He explained, his tone remaining very flat, “We miss you.”

You wanted to scoff at him. You weren’t a part of their relationship, why did they miss you? “I’ve just been busy,” You said, “In fact, I started seeing someone.”

Zhongli’s expression at this statement was indescribable. It was as if he had a reaction but was trying to hide it behind tight lips. Even his usual bright eyes were unreadable. “I see,” He said simply. He paused for a moment before flashing you a cheeky, falsified smile, “I’d love to meet them. How about a double date this Saturday? We get off early then.”

You sent Zhongli a similar tight-lipped smirk, “We would love to. See you then.” And with that, you picked up your bag and rushed out of the funeral home, rubbing your temple. You had a bad feeling about this date.

***

Jiang picked you up for your double date at six. You couldn’t help but notice how ravishing he looked that night with his hair slicked back and expensive-looking clothes on his body. Upon further inspection, you could see the faint smudge of eyeliner lining his lashes. Gold jewelry adorned his neck and wrists and you could only assume Hu Tao spent hours making him look this good for you.

“Ready to go?” Jiang asked you, holding his arm out cheekily. You rolled your eyes and grinned, locking your front door and grabbing onto his arm.

You couldn’t shake that uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach but you didn’t let Jiang know. The last thing he needed was to hear about how the two men he was meeting tonight were former crushes of yours. To him, this double date was a simple outing between coworkers.

You were having dinner together at the Liyue Pavilion as per suggestion of Childe. You were worried about the price but Childe insisted that he would front the bill as always. Part of you missed having your meals constantly covered by the harbinger.

Jiang opened the door to the restaurant for you and you thanked him, slipping inside and spotting the two men you were meeting already at a table. Childe reached up to wave you over and you took Jiang’s arm in yours before heading over there.

“Childe, Zhongli,” You greeted your co-worker and friend, “This is Jiang, my boyfriend.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Jiang smiled, reaching his free hand out to Childe and Zhongli who both shook it cautiously. After introducing everyone, you sat down at the table and Childe handed you a menu to look over.

Jiang was being overtly sweet to you, touching your fingertips and leaning into your side. You accepted the gestures, even daring to lay your head against his shoulder while he talked to Zhongli about the cor lapis industry. From the corner of your eye, you watched Childe’s jaw clench and his grip on Zhongli’s arm tightened.

“So, tell us about yourself,” Childe asked Jiang, his tone sharp. Jiang, sweet Jiang, only beamed and sat straighter in his chair, “Zhongli tells me your Hu Tao’s brother, correct?”

“Right! She’s my younger sister,” Jiang shook his head and chuckled softly to himself, “And I teach literature at the Liyue Xueyuan.”

“A teacher?” Childe nearly scoffs, “I suppose that’s why you live with your younger sister.”

Jiang seemed taken aback by this comment but tried to play it off by laughing. You felt a pang in your chest and shot Childe a nasty glare for his unnecessary comment but were only met with his sharp eyes. You swore you could see jealousy swimming in them.

“Now, now,” Zhongli interrupted, “Not everyone is as magnificent as you, Childe. No need to make others feel bad.”

You felt Jiang’s body tense and his eyes averted down to his lap for a moment. “Don’t listen to them,” You told him, “They’re just trying to be funny.”

“I would never dream of humoring you about that,” Zhongli replied to you, “I’m just pointing out the obvious. Aren’t we getting to know each other?”

At that moment, you knew exactly what Childe and Zhongli were doing. You noticed the way they were looking admirably at you and shooting daggers at your date. They were clearly trying to badtalk him and make Jiang seem undesirable in your eyes. Only you couldn’t seem to understand why. Shouldn’t they be happy that you finally found someone to potentially settle down with?

One more backhanded comment was thrown in Jiang’s direction and suddenly your partner stood up from the table. The expression on his face was heart-wrenching, “I’m going to use the restroom.” With that, Jiang hurried away from the table leaving you alone with both men.

“What the fuck is wrong with you two?” You snapped, angrily waving your hands around.

“What do you mean?” Childe asked, batting his eyelashes at you in the most painstakingly annoying way ever. Your eyes narrowed and after finding his foot under the table, you stomped on it hard. Childe cursed and crossed his arms, looking down.

Zhongli, understanding Childe was being too immature, spoke up, “You shouldn’t be with him.”

You wanted to tear your hair out, “Who do you think you are to dictate who I can and can’t date?” Your voice was rising but you didn’t care, your frustration jumping out. “Never once have I meddled with your relationship but you think you can with mine?”

“You should be with us.”

Zhongli’s words made you freeze. Was this some sick joke? You wrecked your brain for an incident you caused in the past few months for them to be pranking you like this but you couldn’t think of a single one. Childe reached across the table to grasp your hands and you were still too in shock to pull them away.

“We love you, Y/N, and we should have told you sooner,” Childe says.

You shake your head, “I’m dreaming.”

“You’re not,” Zhongli says, placing his hands over yours and Childe’s, “Please say you’ll be ours.”

Finally, you took a deep breath and looked straight ahead. Zhongli and Childe looked at you with pleading eyes and you felt a rush of emotions explode inside of you. Both of your former crushes were confessing their love to you, asking you to be a part of their relationship. Never once had the thought of a polyamorous relationship crossed your mind but you certainly weren’t opposed to it.

“Okay,” You breathed out, “I will.”

***

Breaking the news to Jiang when he returned back to the table was hard. He was already fragile from being berated before and now you were breaking up with him. You knew you were going to earn an earful from Hu Tao on Monday but you decided to worry about that when the time came.

You had asked Jiang to step aside and in the simplest of terms, you tried to explain the situation.

“So, you’re breaking up with me to date both of them?” He asked in disbelief, running a hand through his hair. His voice was filled with cracks and you wish it didn’t have to be like this. Truthfully, he didn’t understand. How could you be with two people at the same time? “Is this a sex thing? Because I can try harder if that’s-”

“No!” You interrupted, “It’s not, I promise. My heart is just split down the middle for them.”

Jiang sighed again. He may never fully understand your relationship but he appreciated you telling him now rather than later. You offered to walk Jiang home but the man decided he needed some time alone - you didn’t blame him. You wanted to ask Jiang if you could remain friends but the words weren’t coming out of your throat. You watched as Jiang took one last look at you, then the two men at the table, before solemnly walking away and out of the restaurant.

You returned to your new partners and finished your dinner. Slowly, your mood was elevated again but the natural ache of your heartbreak lingered.

“Spend the night with us,” Childe says sweetly after paying the check, “We can help you feel better.”

The feeling of both men on either side of you felt foreign but comforting. You nodded to Childe’s request and Zhongli led the three of you back to his apartment. The next few moments were a blur and when you came to, you were being laid on a soft bed. Childe slid next to you and your arm instinctively wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, while Zhongli hovered above you. His warm eyes gazed into yours and you decided you could get used to this.

This new love was unique and plentiful as long as the three of you were on the same page, that’s all that mattered.

a/n: sorry this took so long! as you can see, it came out v long lmfao. requests are still open <3

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin oneshot #genshin impact oneshot #genshin writing #genshin zhongli #genshin childe #zhongli x reader x childe #zhongli x childe #genshin x reader #genshin hu tao #zhongli #childe #hu tao #genshin x you

[taechaos]

Blackmail

pairing: bully!Jungkook x nerdy!fem!Reader

genre: drabble, smut, college au

synopsis: Jimin offers you information on Jungkook, but your friendship is misconstrued by Jungkook who ends it singlehandedly with one video of you professing your love to him between moans.

warnings: dubcon, fingering, degredation, mild squirting, manipulation

word count: 2.8k

a/n: jealous kook doesn't realize he's jealous. this part is a bit extreme, so beware ><

One doesn't come across someone like Jungkook every day. It's fate that you met him in your first year of college, extending to your second where he grows closer to you; fair, it's clear that he only intends to use you for his academic success, but you've deluded yourself into thinking you're in love with each other. Growing up, you only had your dysfunctional family to teach you about how to love, how to think. As long as Jungkook needs you, he will love you, and you’re willing to do anything to be with him, only him. You need him to live.

Birds sing in the background as you lay on your stomach on the grass of the yard across the campus. It’s sunny and breezy, the perfect spring day as you work on Jungkook’s research paper due next month. You compiled multiple credible sources in a separate file to create an outline for his essay the moment he forwarded the assignment to you. You want him to praise you, pet your hair, kiss your cheek for starting so early so he can turn it in before anyone else. He would be proud, flashing you his pearly whites and adoring eyes. The reward motivates you to work harder and you’re relentlessly skimming through articles while counting down the minutes of Jungkook's lecture. He'll be outside with his friends in 7 minutes.

With a bad childhood, you don’t care to befriend many people. You only have a few friends to keep you company and you’re socially awkward outside of that group. You’re content, so you steer clear of boys who try to sabotage your relationship with Jungkook. Jimin, however, doesn’t get the memo.

Typing away on your laptop, a shadow looms over you to give you a break from the sunlight. You glance up and stop swinging your legs absentmindedly when you recognize the shadow; it’s a boy with frames and a tight collar adorning his neck.

Park Jimin is a typical nerd whereas you’re more of a closeted nerd. When you’re in love, you usually put more effort into your appearance to impress the one on your mind, but that doesn’t work with Jungkook. It’s always other men giving you their attention through second glances, and that includes Jimin.

“What do you want?” you rudely greet. Jimin is ruthless with his attempts at pursuing you; he’s the perfect gentleman, and often volunteers to do group tasks with you. He is never mean to anyone, and has a squeaky clean reputation, but his only flaw is that he can’t take a hint. You don't bother being friendly to him because you don't want friends.

"I want to know why you look so happy," he bends over to curiously glance at your screen, "while doing homework?"

You slam the monitor closed to stop his ogling. "You wouldn't get it. And stop watching me," you sternly say.

"What's your secret?" he grins and sits down on the grass next to you with crossed legs. His upper body serves as a shade and you stop squinting.

"There is no secret, I was just in a good mood until you came along." You're not upset, but you don't want to lead Jimin on and he won't leave unless you blow him off.

"Thinking of Jungkook?" he teases with a mischievous smile.

"Are you stalking me?"

"No, you're just too obvious," he chuckles, but the sound is strained. You don't notice his melancholy as he continues, "You were doing his homework again?"

You shift on your propped elbows a little uncomfortably. Jimin doesn't need to know what you do in your free time. "Yes," you answer anyway.

"You know he has daddy issues?"

Your eyes round as your discomfort dissipates instantly; he's piqued your interest. "Really?"

"Yeah, he has a tough exterior but he's actually a real softie."

An involuntary smile carves on your face before it falters as you ask, "How do you know this?"

"We went to high school together. I can tell you some stories if you want," he boasts when he realizes he has your attention. The context makes his heart sink, but when he imagines your lovesick grin is directed at him, it fills him with joy.

"Tell me, tell me! Please."

"Weeell," he draws with a lopsided grin, "don't tell him I told you this, but he used to hate girls. I don't know if he still does, but back then he couldn't even stand talking to a girl."

"Why?" your eyes are wide with interest as you whisper.

He shrugs, "No idea, but he hit a girl once when she wouldn't stop clinging onto him. Not like drop-kick her," he laughs, "he just shoved her on the ground. Be careful with him, okay? He can be very aggres-"

"You guys forming a nerd club now?"

You gasp when you hear Jungkook's voice. When you look up at him, he's almost glaring as his eyes flicker from you to Jimin. You're gleeful at his approach, because he never comes to you unless it's about a new assignment. It flutters your heart to see him without any papers in his hand.

You don't take his subtle insult to heart as you immediately respond, "No, we were just talking. H-Hi."

"Pull down your skirt, you look like a whore. I can see your panties all the way from the gates," he seethes in distaste. You instantly sit up with a blush and tug your skirt down to your knees. He looks back at Jimin who's glaring at him under his lashes, "The fuck's your deal?"

"Nothing," Jimin grits. Although he hates Jungkook's guts, he's too smart to fight a lost cause. He has his own set of muscles, but it isn't enough. It's best to accept defeat now.

"Did you start on the paper?" Jungkook asks you.

"Yes, I-"

"Good," he cuts you off and crouches to peck your lips by pulling the back of your neck. You're stunned when he pulls away and nonchalantly walks off to his friends.

Jimin follows him with his eyes and mutters under his breath, "douche."

Your heart is racing and you clamp a hand over your chest as a lovestruck smile spreads across your face. You know this is your end of the bargain, but it never fails to shrivel you up in delight.

"Are you two dating?" he mumbles as he pulls on the grass with a pout.

"Something like that," you exhale as you caress your lips.

It’s become routine to link up with Jimin where he reminisces his high school memories and you don’t doubt a single word he says unless it sheds a bad light on Jungkook. You’ve learned so much about him in the past few days, and you’re eager to know more. He likes energy drinks to this day, he was athletic in school and often got into fights. He began interacting with girls when he entered college, as Jimin says, “only for a quick fuck.”

Though it hurts Jimin that you only talk to him for information on Jungkook, he can’t bring himself to care when you hang onto every word he says with a glint in your eyes like you’re doing now.

You're sitting in the bustling cafeteria across from Jimin, sipping on a homemade strawberry lemonade from your thermos, and you don't notice Jungkook glancing at your table every now and then. It is the first time he doesn't feel your heavy gaze on him. Jimin does notice however, because he is facing him every time he receives a threatening ferile look.

"He could become a lawyer with how much he blackmailed the teachers to give him a good grade," Jimin tells you as he glances back and forth between you and Jungkook. "He's quite dangerous, you know. He's manipulative, a liar and has no empathy-"

"He's clever," you counter defensively, "he knows how to get around the system."

He makes a disgruntled noise from the back of his throat with a grimace. "I don't think the judge would listen to that."

You laugh at his comparison of the conversation to a court hearing. Jimin can be funny sometimes, and you have to admit that he's not that bad of a friend either. You've come to enjoy his company without the topic of Jungkook the past few days, but talking about him is always appreciated.

"Are you the judge then?" you cheekily ask.

"I might as well be, since I'm not biased like a certain someone," he teases with a grin.

"A lawyer has to see the bright side of things, but if I was the prosecutor, I wouldn't tell you that your lecture is in five minutes."

His smile falters as his eyes widen; you remember his schedule? He ran late for a lecture yesterday, but he’s in disbelief that you reminded him today. "Th-Thanks," he breathes as he packs up his belongings before giving you a curt, shy nod. His heart pounds when he walks away, and he resists the urge to look back at you.

It's a good idea, because that's when Jungkook settles down on his former seat.

"I'm thinking you might be forgetting who you belong to," he starts as he gets comfortable on the stiff chair. You instantly smile at his appearance.

"No, I'm very well aware of it." Your tone is high-pitched in excitement.

"It wasn't a question."

"Oh..."

“You talk more than you work,” he observes with a quirk of his brow. “One would think another nerd would be a better influence on you.”

“I work at night,” you defend worriedly, “I promise I’m not slacking off. Can I get a kiss please?”

You’re so adorable when you’re needy. He hides a smirk with a bite of his lip; he thrives from your loyalty to him, but he knows Jimin is a threat to it. He wants you to stop talking to that freak, and he justifies it as a concern for his grades. “I’ll kiss you when you’re not procrastinating. Do you think you deserve even a pat on the head?”

“I do! I’m halfway done with the research paper, please Jungkook,” you beg pathetically, “I-I’ll show it to you, I have it with me right now.” You start unzipping the case of your laptop until he holds up a hand for you to stop.

“You’re going to read it to me, but not here.”

When he stands up, so do you in a haste. He leaves the cafeteria with you hot on his tail, almost jogging when his strides are much bigger compared to yours. You resemble a clueless lamb following a lion, desperate to hold his claws with your hooves. You don’t know where he’s leading you as you walk down the halls until you stop in front of a door. You’re about to freak out when he swings open the door, but you realize the lecture room is empty.

“You want me to read here?” you inquire meekly. It’s a little intimidating to do it in complete silence, because you have a tendency to stutter when reading out loud and you don’t want to embarrass yourself in front of Jungkook where no one can talk over you. 

“Yup.” He snatches your laptop case from your hand with the handle, and roughly opens it before placing the device on the front row wooden desk. It’s a large hall, and the desks stretch out to the half of the room. You’re feeling stage fright for no particular reason; it feels like reverse claustrophobia. “Open the document and give me your phone.”

You don’t question him and hand in your phone before going through your files on the laptop. Jungkook is looking through your contacts and grins when he finds himself saved as: the love of my life ♡. Jimin is saved by his name, and he finds his WhatsApp through his information below. Once he opens your empty chat with him, he switches to your camera and pushes your back so you’re bent over the desk. You sharply inhale and ask, “Kook?” 

“Don’t get distracted now,” he lightly scolds and starts pulling down your pants. You stopped wearing skirts after the incident a week ago to appease him. You stammer with your back arched, and your ass is on full display for him. It’s humiliating. “Start reading.”

“H-Humans are- Jungkook?” you warily look back at Jungkook when he slides the slit of your panties to the side.

“Are you slacking off?” he condescends. 

You bite your lip anxiously and continue reading, “Humans are social animals that n-need social interaction,” Jungkook spits in his hand, “the extent of our social relationships is the most important predictor of h-happiness.” You squeal when you feel wet fingers graze your folds, but you know better than to stop and ask what he’s doing.

“Continue,” he coaxes softly as he brushes his fingertips over your pussy lips. 

“Um, o-one of the main reasons our brains have developed the way they have is so that we can be social,” you speak between shaky breaths. Your cheeks are tinted crimson with embarrassment from his touches; why is he pleasuring you when he specifically told you, you didn’t deserve any? “Being happy a-all of the time is neither possible nor desirable.”

“Is it now?” He slips a finger in your cunt and you involuntarily let out a cry as you push your body forward. You don’t notice him holding up your phone behind you while slowly sliding his finger in and out of you. His saliva is mixing with your arousal as you answer in a gasp, “Yes.”

“Tell me why.”

“B-Because negative feelings are natural. When it comes to negative feelings, the most important thing to remember is to learn,” you pause to exhale with quivering lips, “to control certain potentially harmful thoughts.” You whine his name when another finger is added to your heat. You’re moving your hips back and forth until he slaps your wet folds as a warning. “Sorry,” you peep and continue in a breath, “Happiness all of the time entails epistemic irrationality.”

It’s difficult to keep your eyes open when you just want to indulge in his thrusts, but you’re encouraged to stop reading when he doesn’t comment on your moans. His pace is quickening and you chase his fingers with your hips, cum dripping down his wrist as you mewl.  

“You enjoying yourself, whore?”

You nod and whimper, “So much.” You’re clutching the edge of the desk as he fingers you with fervor.

“And you're my girl?” 

“Yes, all yours, I love you so much,” you pant, not stopping for a moment to question his words. He has a full view of your sopping wet cunt on the camera, and he lightly blows on you, making you shiver. He’s recording you confess your love for him while getting fingered.

“Only me?” he presses.

“Only you, Jungkook, I love you more than anything,” you slur as you start to feel a knot in your stomach.

“Then pee.”

“Wh-What?”

“Touch your clit and pee.” He removes his fingers from your clenching hole and takes a step back. “Prove your love to me.”

You mourn the loss of his hand while staring wide-eyed at the floor. You’re contemplating his demand as your hand slowly reaches down to your clit. Is he asking you to squirt? Your breathing is shallow as you near your climax, and you still don’t know if you’ll go through with his requirement.

It drips out in tiny drops as you come undone, moaning as clear liquid spills out of you for only a few seconds. 

“Good girl, my good little girl,” Jungkook whispers as he intently watches you humiliate yourself in the name of love. You’re twitching and trembling in shame when he stops recording you and sends it to Jimin without a second’s waste. “Are you okay, baby?”

You hum with a pout as you collect yourself by standing up straight, a sway in your posture. 

“Give me your panties, you’ve made a mess on the floor,” he chastises as he holds out a hand. You slip and step out of them before giving it to him. In return, he passes your phone before feigning a gasp, “Shit, I think I sent Jimin a video of you when I was trying to forward it to my phone.”

Your mouth falls open as heat consumes your entire being. “H-Huh?” Tears brim in your eyes almost instantly; your heart is pounding from anxiety.

“How will you ever look at him now,” he empathizes with a fake frown. “He must think of you as such a slut now.”

“Let me delete it,” you panic as you open your phone. “Wh-Where is it?”

He motions you to give him the phone and opens WhatsApp after. “He’s already seen it.” There are two blue ticks under the message.

“No, no, no,” you pull your hair in agony with a whimper. You quickly put your pants back on and cry as you do so.

“I guess that’s the end of your friendship,” he raises his eyebrows to himself without a hint of sympathy.

“What do I do?!” you wail and fling your hands in stress.

“Avoid him. I’ll make sure he won’t leak it.”

He steps forward to lean in your face intimidatingly. “And don’t talk to him ever again.”

You don’t exactly have a choice now, do you? 

#bts imagines #bts scenarios #jeon jungkook #bts jungkook #bts x reader #jungkook x reader #bts smut #jeon jungkook smut #jungkook smut #jungkook imagines #jjk smut

[kung-laos-hat]

Infatuation

Liu Kang x Fem!Reader

This is my first fic on here :) not proof read yet‼️

Summary: Reader was an orphan Raiden found and raised in the temple. Despite being close in ages, Kung Lao and Liu were forbidden from really interacting with her because Raiden feared they’d become a distraction to each other. One night Liu Kang catches her sneaking around the temple, and doesn’t hesitate to seize the opportunity to talk to her

It was no secret that out of all the students Master Raiden took on, (Y/n) was by far one of his favorites. Although he would never dare to outright say it, the proof of this matter became pretty evident in their day to day life. (Y/n) was always the pupil standing behind him or to the side whenever another god payed the temple a visit, she was always given the most formidable missions and tasks, and to top it all off, she trained one-on-one with the Master himself and forbid most of the monks from interacting with her.

Now, Raiden could have placed this rule down for several reasons, but the most prominent one seemed to be because (Y/n) was the only female amongst his students, and so he mandated this in order to protect her well being. After all, who knew what evil might lurk in the hearts of these young men, Raiden thought. As one of his best pupils, (Y/n) couldn’t afford any distractions, nor could the others such as Liu Kang or Kung Lao.

Aside from that, Raiden had raised (Y/n) since she was a child, and as much as he hated to admit, he’d grown rather fond of her as not only a student, but as a daughter. So why wouldn’t he want to ensure no monk came to mettle in her business?

___

Raiden’s rule came with strict precautions and schedules to ensure (Y/n) would never really have to interact with the young men. I say young, because at the end of the day, (Y/n) needed someone to spar with, and Raiden couldn’t always be the one to fight her, so he permitted one of the trustworthy older monks to train with her under supervision every once and a while. Other than that, (Y/n)’s social interactions were limited to the household workers, such as the nurses.

This didn’t mean (Y/n) was oblivious to the existence of the monks around her age or younger. As the years carried on, and (Y/n) blossomed into a young woman, Raiden thought it was suitable to have her assist the children in their training. Her presence, he found, had a calming effect on the children and they quickly took a liking to her. However, this new position allowed her to see the monks around her age in passing or on the other side of the training grounds.

Still, none of them ever spoke to her outside of the casual greetings, thank you’s, and goodbyes.

___

“Do you want spar again later on today?” Liu Kang asked as he took a seat on the ground next to Kung Lao and grabbing his water.

Kung Lao ushered for him to pass the water to him. “Mmm,” He hummed thoughtfully, “We could try, but I think Master Raiden is having the younger monks use the training grounds while he’s out.”

Liu handed him the water and ran a sweaty hand through his hair. “If he’s out, then who’s leading them?”

Kung Lao took a generous sip from the bottle and placed it on the ground. “(Y/n)(L/n) is.” He answered, wiping his chin with the back of his hand.

“(Y/n)?” Liu furrowed his brows together in confusion. “She’s been here just as long as I have, yet I don’t believe I’ve ever held an actual conversation with her.”

Kung Lao huffed, “Good. Master would have your head if you did.”

Liu gave him a puzzled look.

“Elder god’s rule!” Kung Lao cheered with false enthusiasm, “None of us are allowed to bother her. But as you can see, she’s been placed in charge of the children, so who knows? It doesn’t seem reasonable to me, really.”

“Huh.” Liu mused. I suppose he’d gotten so accustomed to his schedule that he didn’t even notice how little he interacted with the girl. Hell, he’d completely forgotten about that dumb rule.

“She’s an interesting girl, that’s for sure,” Kung Lao continued.

Just as he said that, the door in the hallway connected to their training court opened and the girl in question emerged, making her way down the hallway.

“Speak of the devil, there she is,” Kung Lao laughed.

(Y/n) turned her head at the sound of his voice and offered them both a smile and a wave as she passed by.

Kung Lao waved back enthusiastically. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” He whispered to Liu, but Liu was too captivated to respond.

His jaw loosened and all he could do was stare at her and only her, as if he was a camera in portrait mode. The wold around her seemed to blur and the light of the sun reflecting off of her skin and clothes made it seem like she was glowing. Liu Kang took in as much detail as he could; the tilt of her head, how her hair framed her face, the curve of her smile, everything. It all seemed magnificent and surreal.

He’d seen her before, surely, but somehow in that very moment something clicked in his mind. Something deep inside him had begun to build up and bubbled it’s way around his entire body. Liu felt like he was sick, but there was no nausea and his body didn’t ache. Instead his throat felt as it had closed and his chest tingled and burned. He brought a hand up and clenched the fabric in between his pectorals. As (Y/n)’s figure disappeared into the other side of the temple, Liu exhaled sharply.

“Liu?”

Perhaps this was the first time he’d taken the time to truly look at her, and that’s why he was feeling this way.

“Liu Kang?”

Maybe he’d been too concentrated on training and improving himself.

Liu was pulled out of his thoughts by Kung Lao flicking his forehead as hard as he could.

“OW— Lao—,” He whined.

Kung Lao chuckled, “I said your name twice.”

Liu’s frown dropped, “Oh, I apologize.” His gaze fell down to his feet in embarrassment.

A sly smile tugged at the ends of Kung Lao’s mouth as he realized what was going through Liu’s head.

“As I was saying,” He cleared his throat, “She’s beautiful. Truly something special, huh?” He teased.

Liu let out a sarcastic laugh and shoved the other male playfully.

The next couple of days Liu’s infatuation with (Y/n) would only grow stronger and more visible to Kung Lao and the others around them. It was interesting to see Liu become passionate about something other than being the “chosen one” for a change. Now the question was how long would it take before he couldn’t help but approach her?

___

Another tedious lesson was over and the two friends could not have been more eager to burst out of the room down roam the halls of the temple to their rooms, but Liu and Kung Lao knew better than to display such uncultivated behavior in front of their master. Once they and the other boys had been dismissed and were out of view from Raiden, Liu began his usual tangent.

“I saw her twice after morning practice, did I tell you?” He began stretching his arms above his head, “I waved and she—,”

“I know, Liu.” Kung Lao chuckled, “You told me all of this during our lunch. I’m beginning to think you’re becoming a little... obsessed with poor (Y/n).”

Liu slapped Kung Lao’s shoulder playfully, “I’m not obsessed, I assure you. I’m just curious as to why Master Raiden won’t let us talk to her.”

Kung Lao opened the pathway to their rooms and shook his head and they continued to walk. “I’m sure he has his reasons. And besides, it’s not good to be so fixated on this when you should be focused on training, Liu.”

Liu cocked and eyebrow at his friend. “What do you mean?”

Kung Lao stopped walking and gave him and knowing look, the corners of his mouth pulling up in amusement as if he was refraining a smile. “Don’t pretend like that little slip up during sparing a day ago while (Y/n) entered happened by sheer coincidence.”

Liu huffed and turned his face away stubbornly. “I didn’t expect her to be watching. I’m not used to fighting with an audience quite yet, that’s all.”

Now that was definitely a lie. Kung Lao knew Liu Kang saw himself as the golden boy amongst their peers, and who could blame him. He was a magnificent fighter.

“If that’s what you want me to believe, then so be it.” Kung Lao flicked the other boy’s forehead, then went off to tidy himself up before bed.

It wasn’t terribly late into the evening yet, but late enough that the sun has completely gone down and most of the temple residents were already asleep. Liu followed in his cousin’s footsteps and heading towards the showers. Afterwards the two boys spent another hour or so talking and playing games together until Kang Lao finally bid Liu goodnight.

Liu stayed behind to put away their things and was about to head out for the night, but when he stepped out into the open grand hall he noticed a figure quickly hide themselves behind one of the columns in the distance. His first reaction would of been to pounce and attack the being right then and there, but he knew he’d have to deal with a lot of angry side eyed glances tomorrow if it turned out to be a false alarm. A stealthy approach was better.

The boy casually pretended as if he was entering another section of the temple and hid behind the wall until he heard feint footsteps going the opposite direction. He took this opportunity to create some distance between him and the figure, just enough that it’d be difficult for them to sense them, but still allowed Liu to follow them.

Down the grand hall, towards the back of the temple, out into the training courts, and...

Into the greenhouse?

If this was a thief, they obviously weren’t a very smart one, for nothing of value would be found in the garden, Liu thought to himself. The garden itself was nothing impressive. Just a small room that was barely the size of a large shed. It contained a collection of flowers, potted trees and herbs that the nurses kept to replenish their stock every once and a while. Liu Kang peered in from the distance behind one of the trees outlining the entrance way, and finally identified the being as the girl he’d been thinking about nearly all week.

It was (Y/n). She placed a lantern that she’d been carrying with her onto the ground and look out a match from her pocket, then crouched down beside it. Seeing as the temple was in no danger, Liu Kang turned around to leave, but the shuffle of the branches startled (Y/n). She quickly summoned her (weapon/power) and darted out of the greenhouse. In her panic, the girl executed one swift blow to the tree, which Liu ducked and narrowly dodged.

“Calm yourself! It’s just me!” Liu whisper-yelled as he revealed himself, holding his hands in front of his chest defensively.

(Y/n) unclenched her fists and allowed her arms to fall to her side. She exhaled in relief, “You— what are you...? I apologize, I shouldn’t have assumed you were an attacker.” Her gaze fell to the floor in embarrassment.

Liu shook his head, “No, no, it was my mistake! I followed you out here on false pretenses that you were a burglar.”

The girl smiled and stifled a laugh. She tilted her head slightly upward to get a better look at the young man in front of her. He was in his normal attire, with his dark hair falling just about his shoulders and framing his face and neck quite nicely. (Y/n) would’ve been tempted to stare at him a little longer if not for the predicament she was in now.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Liu Kang. You see, I’m so busy during the day— and although I know Master wouldn’t approve of it, I come out here when everyone’s alseep just to have time to myself.” She explained frantically, “I don’t— please don’t misinterpret my intentions, I was just—,”

“It’s alright, (Y/n).” Liu smiled, slightly flustered, placing a hand on her shoulder, “No need to explain yourself further. I won’t tell anyone. In fact this entire conversation is technically forbidden, mind you.”

(Y/n) was looking directly at Liu Kang now, and something about his presence was extremely calming to her.

“That’s right...” She mumbled, “You should go then, I don’t want to cause you any more inconvenience, Liu Kang.”

“Just Liu is fine.” He could feel the giddy feeling in his chest growing stronger each time she said his name. In truth, he didn’t want to leave her just yet. He glanced back at the greenhouse and spotted the perfect excuse. “But before I go,” His hand trailed down from her shoulder to her hand, and she accepted it. Liu tugged her back towards the greenhouse.

“I see that in your hurry to kill me, you’ve lost your match.” He smiled playfully at her and picked up the lantern on the floor. Letting go of her hand, he summoned a small flame and lit the wick of the candle inside. Then Liu took (Y/n)’s hands and wrapped it around the side of the glass boy firmly.

“There.” He nodded in satisfaction. “Please accept this as my apology for interrupting your evening.”

(Y/n) let out a small laugh and nodded back. “Thank you, Liu, but,” Her eyes flickered down to the lantern, then back up at him with a hint of mischief, “now that you know my secret, how will I know if you’ll actually keep it?”

“What?” Liu frowned, pretending to take offense, “Is my word not good enough? In that sense, how do I know you’re not actually a burglar?”

“I suppose we’ll just have to keep an eye of each other from now on.” (Y/n) shrugged.

The two stared at each other for a moment, then bursted into a fit of giggles. (Y/n) sighed and placed the lantern on the ground.

“So I’ll see you tomorrow then? It works for both of us. Your secret stays a secret, and I get to talk to you.”

(Y/n)’s face heated up at his words, although I doubt Liu Kang could see it with just a lantern for light. “I look forward to it then. Goodnight Liu.”

Liu placed a small kiss on the back of (Y/n)’s hand, impressed with his own boldness.

“Goodnight.”

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Bonus:

The next morning, (Y/n) rounded up the younger monks to observe the elder ones practice. She subtly waved to both Liu Kang and Kung Lao before taking her seat behind the children. Just as a match was about to commence, Master Raiden appeared in the entrance and made his way to the center of the court. The monks exchanged confused glances until Raiden spoke.

“Alright, which of you imbeciles destroyed one of my trees?”

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