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atarathegreat · 5 months

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ZombieLand Tokyo Revengers

ft: Takemichi Hanagaki, Ken Ryuguji, Izana Kurokawa, Manjiro Sano

Because when the end of the world takes your lover from you, what else can you do but search for her endlessly?

"I just need help!" Takemichi yelled at the men on top of the makeshift gates. Cars, trucks, even porches were used to create the effective barrier. "Look!" He held up a photo, "I just need help finding this woman!"

The men laughed at him and told him they weren't some search and rescue team. Of course they'd say that, Takemichi thought, why should they risk their lives to help solve my problem? He'd never been in lower spirits and it made him want to curl up and die. His wife, his beautiful wife, was gone. Taken and never returned by the stupid circumstances they found themselves in. The end of the world seems so impossible until you're staring down the maw of another human who's brainless and wants to eat yours.

Months passed, the cold weather setting in and making his hope of finding you shrivel up. Japan was huge, but maybe word could still get around, maybe you'd still come back to him. Or at the very least he could find your corpse wandering around searching for an arm to gnaw on. Hell, maybe he'd even let you take him out. That didn't sound like such a bad way to go. Lost in his thoughts, Takemichi didn't notice the group of survivors circling him in the department store. Or maybe he had? He couldn't tell anymore, all he wanted was his wife.

"Hey." He jolted at the sudden hand on his chest, "Our boss wants you."

Takemichi scoffed out a laugh, walking around they guy while saying something about minding his own business and not pissing anyone off. "Seriously?" Another person came from the shadows, gun to his face, "You're coming with us."

"I've had more guns pointed at me than I care for." Takemichi slumped and let his body hit the floor, "If your boss wants me that badly, drag me."

He hadn't expected them to, but they grabbed his arms and legs and carried him through the infested city. For once, Hanagaki was able to rest and sleep. He dreamed of finally finding her and holding her, crying into her lap as he always had before when it got to be too much. He missed her gentle hold and the way she just knew how to comfort him. As the two struggled to carry him up the stairs into another building, he heard snickering.

"Michi, get up! Stop making them carry you!" There she was, sitting amongst a bigger group of people and children. He didn't care who he fell over, screaming apologies as he crashed into her. She laughed as he stumbled, holding him close as he wrapped around her like a child, crying into her oversized coat. "A winter coat, anyone." She called, her hands rubbing at him to heat up his body, "It's getting colder, Michi. Haven't you tried to keep warm?"

Group after group, camp after camp, and yet Kenny couldn't find her anywhere. He kept his search to himself, he didn't need people feeling bad for him if it turned up that she was dead. Mitsuya knew, of course, because Kenny couldn't just let his brother deal with this shit alone, especially when his sisters were with him.

"She's around somewhere." Kenny sighed, downing a beer they'd managed to scavenge. He hadn't wanted to search the liquor store, but they were running out of options anymore. "If she's alive, she's searching for us, right?" He looked to his friend for assurance. Kenny needed for her to be looking for him, too. He needed to know that she was trying to get back to him. Mitsuya patted him on the back, but said nothing. Last time he tried to comfort his friend it ended in them fist fighting and attracting the attention of a local camp. A camp that, from what they heard, was ruthless and wouldn't hesitate to use them as walker bait.

Kenny looked around the small, four person squad he was leading around. Two women and Mitsuya, all depending on him and he was more worried about finding someone that might be dead. He sighed again, his chest feeling tighter as he cracked open another lukewarm beer.

"Hands!"

Luna and Mana hit the ground as Mitsuya and Kenny stood to aim their own weapons at the intruders. A feeling of pride filled Kenny as he realized the cohesion of his miniscule legion. "Who's there?" Mitsuya called, his eyes trained on the shadows.

"Guns down!" Another yell came from behind them, "I said weapons down! I won't have any qualms shooting any of you!"

Kenny's wife stepped from the shadows and around them all with a gun trained ahead, a gun that was definitely too big for her, "Down, damn it! Lower them!"

"Captain-"

"Down!" She screamed and the sound of many, many weapons hitting the ground followed before she turned to them again, "I found you."

Izana was an unbothered man on the surface, but Kakucho knew his friend was slowly losing it. He was more reckless, less attentive, and overall a danger to the survival of their group as a whole. More than once had the Haitani brothers debated Izana's ability to lead them safely. It wasn't something Kakucho was proud of, but he was also second guessing it. How were they to survive in this hell if the one leading them didn't seem to care anymore?

He didn't know, but he wouldn't stop following.

"She's been here, Kakucho." Izana smiled, his sharp canines showing dangerously in the dim fire light, "I know it sounds stupid, but she's been here. Don't you see how everything is wiped clean? Nothing of use left? She's resourceful."

"Or it's a busy area and other survivors have stripped this bitch clean." Shion scoffed, "Are you really staking our survival on the idea of finding a woman when she's probably dead?"

Kakucho should've broken up the fight, he should've helped Izana and kept him from injuring Shion. Should've, could've, would've. "Izana," He started, "maybe we should focus on ourselves for a while?"

That was almost two weeks ago. None of them had seen Izana since. Until there was a commotion too close to their current shelter and they all hurried to help Izana. Forty against one wasn't fair and they weren't gong to let their friend get killed. Izana was holding his own well enough, but not good enough to beat off the whole town that was surrounding him. And Kakucho was great at using his gun as a club.

"Easy, Kaku!" That voice, could it be. It was! She was blocking his hit, glaring at him as if he had started this fight, "Help me calm Iza down!"

"Just go to him and he'll be fine!" Kakucho yelled, pointing to where Izana was laughing like a mad man and gaining the attention of walkers, "Do it fast or we're all puppy chow!"

How could he have lost her? How had she managed to get so far away from him that he couldn't even whistle and her whistle back? It was getting to Manjiro that he didn't have her at his side while he walked. He stayed holed up in his brothers old shop, waiting for her to come back. That was the deal if they ever got separated, they would meet back at S.S. Motors. It wasn't hard, not by a long shot, but it had been forever and she still wasn't back.

He'd never thought he could miss the nagging and the way she clung to him, but he did. Manjiro would give anything for her to be running up to him after a decent race, her hug suffocating him in his racing jumper even if he was far too sweaty underneath. God, he'd let her smother him to death if only she was right there with him.

"Don't you dare!" Manjiro remembered yelling at her as she went to open a door, "There's a bell on the door, you'll wake anything up that's in there!"

He'd take all that aggravation and fear if only it meant she was with him. Manjiro missed her so damn much. Every little sound was her coming back to him, so he stopped responding to them. He didn't move when his mind created the sound of the door opening, but he jerked around when a body pressed up against his.

"S'just me, Manji." Her voice was tired, hoarse, "Rest, yeah? We'll eat in the morning."

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #x reader #tokyo rev x reader #takemichi hanegaki #takemichi x reader #ken ryuguji x reader #ken ryuguji #izana kurokawa #izana x reader #sano manjiro #manjiro sano #sano manjiro x reader #sano mikey manjiro #draken #mikey #sano mikey x reader #draken x reader

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ikamigami · 3 months

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Eclipse was right!

Sun will die and it'll be Moon's fault.. but it won't happen in the way you expect it.

People started to see that Sun is seemingly acting like Evil Sun thus they're scared that Sun will snap once again. People also started to see that Moon is slowly losing his mind thus he'll have a mental breakdown soon.

What if I told you that show does it intentionally and want us to think that Sun will snap and Moon will have a mental breakdown.. what if they're doing this so we won't see what they'll actually planning to do..

In my most recent posts I pointed out something which I think many people forgot about.. and this thing is Moon's paranoia.

I realised that Moon became more paranoid after he visited Evil Sun's dimension. Many people thought (me included) that Moon's paranoia is centered around Ruin. Which honestly would make a lot of sense. But something wasn't adding up with the way Moon was acting with Ruin.

When Moon returned from Evil Sun's dimension I immediately saw the shift in the way Moon is acting around Sun but then I didn't connect the dots yet. Only after my friend on Discord pointed out to me how Moon is acting weird towards Sun I realised that I was wrong.

Moon's paranoia isn't centered around Ruin. It's centered around Sun. First Moon started distancing himself from Sun because of what Evil Sun told him. That Sun and Moon being brothers is a rare thing.

Another thing that Evil Sun told Moon about is that our Sun didn't reach yet the point in which he'll become like Evil Sun. And what was Moon's reply? He said that Sun already reached that point when he snapped and killed Bloodmoon.

Moon knows Sun so he knows that Sun won't lose it once again, right? Yes but also no. Maybe everything would turn out somewhat fine if the only issue was Ruin. Because if they would learn that Ruin isn't the bad guy it could ease Moon's paranoia and he'll be in the right mind to address the brotherly bond thing and talk about it with Sun.

Unfortunately Eclipse returned.. and this is when shit hit the fan. Moon started acting as if he was losing his mind. Because he thought that he was able to get rid of the thing that caused so much misery to Sun. Moon views Eclipse as a threat to Sun's life.

Paranoia is feeding on our fears. And what is Moon afraid of the most? He's scared that he'll lose Sun.

Moon already feeling insecure about his and Sun's brotherly bond. And when he started to see that Sun is acting more violent and more angry in games it only fuelled the paranoia that maybe Evil Sun was right and Sun will lose it. Moon is scared that Sun may try to hunt down Eclipse on his own. He watched the show so he knows what happened last year. He also knows which Old Moon's mistakes led to that. He won't repeat those same mistakes.

Important thing to note is that Moon is more afraid that Sun will end up injured or dead when he'll try to hunt down Eclipse on his own. Moon doesn't think that Sun will become evil. Definitely not.

Getting back to the point. Because Moon is afraid that Sun will snap once again, he decided to not include Sun in dealing with Eclipse and Ruin's situations. That's why he's mainly doing things with Solar and only inform Sun about results later. So Moon will both keep Sun safe and not keep him completely in the dark about what's going on.

But it's not enough. Sun still can decide to go hunt down Eclipse on his own. Sun can easily escape from the Daycare. Moon knows that because he watched the show and he saw that leaving Sun in the Daycare alone isn't a good idea. And that's why Moon bought their new house on the island so he could trap there Sun. Because Moon can easily block Sun's access to the portal and Sun won't be able to escape from the island on his own.

And it's the better way than the Old Moon did it. Because Old Moon trapped Sun in magic box where Sun couldn't even move. And here Moon bought huge house on the island. So there's plenty of room for Sun to move and Sun wouldn't feel trapped there.

Moon's words are proof that he's doing it because of his paranoia: "I need this.." "..I need to clear my head.." Moon is doing this because he's losing his mind from all this paranoia. He doesn't realise though that what he's doing isn't much better from what Old Moon did. It's because Moon is doing different things from Old Moon. But different doesn't immediately means better.

Moon doesn't realise how much it's affecting Sun and his poor mental state. And I think that Moon's paranoia will drive Sun to attempt suicide. You may think that this is too much and it's too dark for the show. Do I have to remind you that show started showing more dark stuff after Bloodmoon's return? But you may say that it was only in laes. Mgafs was pretty dark from the beginning. Now it's sams turn.

I was talking about Sun's mental state many times so I don't have to explain that isolating Sun on the island will only make his mental state worse.

Also paranoia makes Moon unable to realise that what he's doing is affecting Sun badly. Because paranoia is clouding Moon's mind. He's unable to see Sun's side of things. He doesn't take Sun's feelings and what Sun wants into consideration. Paranoia makes Moon act on his fear and he's doing whatever it takes to ease his paranoid mind.

If you think that I'm exaggerating then let me tell you one thing. If you continue to fuel your paranoia, you may end up harming not only yourself but also your loved ones. Your actions may even lead to death of your loved ones. This is the dark truth about paranoia.

Like I said Solar won't be able to stop Moon because 1) he may think that it's better to keep Sun safe - and because he doesn't know Sun because he doesn't hang out with him because of issues he has, he doesn't realise how Moon's actions affect Sun, 2) he doesn't know how paranoid Moon can be - he only saw what Moon is capable of while angry because this is what he learned from his own Moon. Solar's Moon wasn't paranoid because he was too much driven by his kill code.

That's why Solar is only trying to keep Moon from being too caught up in his anger. He doesn't know how much paranoia can lead to tragic things. Also Solar might act paranoid towards Sun as well 1) because of what happened to his Sun, 2) because he want to keep our Sun safe so our Sun could avoid Solar's Sun's fate.

But unfortunately this is what will lead to tragedy. Eclipse was right. Sun will die. And it'll be Moon's fault. Because Moon can choose if he'll act on his paranoia or not. Our thoughts and emotions aren't controlling us. Ultimately we decide if we'll act on those thoughts and emotions. The decision belongs to us.

If I am right show will get very dark. Because these topics are something not easy to talk about.

And then if Sun will try to kill himself, Moon will definitely have a mental breakdown. He'll be forced to face his own mistakes and that what lead to this tragedy is that he tries to be completely different from Old Moon. But he doesn't realise that isn't acting that much different from him.

Same is with Solar. If Sun will end up in a coma because of the suicide attempt, Solar will be forced to face his own trauma and his feelings that he locked deep in himself.

It'll be brutal way to force the reality check on them but probably this is the only way they'll be able to realise that what they're doing is wrong.

I hope that I didn't do too many mistakes in this post cause I'm not feeling too well rn..

#sun and moon show #sams #sams sun #sun and moon show sun #sun and moon show moon #sams moon #sams eclipse #sams solar #tw paranoia #tw suicide #tw death #tw trauma

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hiraya-rawr · 1 year

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I stumbled across your Kaeya and Diluc's younger sibling AU and it made me think.

I could never deal with my brothers being estranged from both me and themselves. It would be a huge problem. And how do I deal with my problems? By ignoring if or running away. Pretend it doesn't exist until it fades into the background and I gain apathy to it.

So now I imagine the brothers finally meeting their younger sibling, whom they haven't seen in several years, and being treated as if they were distant cousins or something. Strangers even. Not children who grew up together and called the same man "father". No, you looked at them with a kind but ultimately distant gaze.

You wouldn't be awkward or nervous, you'd just talk to them how one would usually speak to a stranger. Pleasant and polite, but no real connection or depth to the conversation.

And it would devastate them. Because in their memories, their little sibling would cling and ramble about their day at every opportunity. The child in their memories would offer the sweetest smiles and the warmest hugs. But the person in front of them was no longer that child, and apparently, no longer their loving little sibling.

And while they struggle with this new information, they both see the younger child (because you would always be a child in their eyes) light up. Expression so similar to how you used to do when they both returned home from the work, exhausted but back home to you and father, and run past them into someone's arms.

At first they are shocked, angry feelings of overprotectiveness rising in them that you seem to have gotten so close to an older man (What is your relationship with him? He seems too old to be so close to someone as young as yourself. Is it platonic? Is it romantic?) until you happily mutter "big brother!" And they think about the fact that they finally lost you.

Or maybe they had lost you a long time ago. Maybe the youngest Ragnvindr child died along with Crepus that day. It just took until now for them to notice.

(Also I think it'd be hilarious if that man was Childe.)

the amount of Childe brainrots ive received from the Ragnvindr Sibling brainrots— aaaaaah I guess it would make sense

personally, im all for an MC who treats Diluc & Kaeya the same way you'd treat an ol' friend you bump into in the groceries. A "hi, hello, how have you been, it's been a while huh hahaha" but deep down there's a tinge of hurt disguised in the nonchalance.

#hira prompt #ragbros #diluc #kaeya #genshin #genshin familial

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nerdygaymormon · 10 months

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Oh you'd probably be able to explain! So, my dad asked for his records to either be moved to a different ward and if they won't, he wants his records "sent to Salt Lake". What does that mean, moving records to Salt Lake? The situation behind my dad wanting this is that a man that is breaking the law caught up in a real estate scandal and dispute has just been put in as one of the bishop's counselors, and multiple people in the ward have brought up their concerns(as he's wronged them personally, financially, etc), refused to raise their hand in sustaining him, and the bishopric and stake leadership have all met with my dad and told him "forgive", while my dad and this man and many others are in a current and active legal dispute, and they set the man apart already.

Anyways, when my dad asked for his records to be sent to Salt Lake, everyone acted like it was a huge deal. What does that mean? Is it actually a big deal?

To move records to a different ward within the stake is easy. All it requires is the approval of the stake president. If he approves, then one of the ward clerks has to be instructed to move the record.

Either the ward clerk in the new ward has to pull his records over or the ward clerk in his current ward has to push it over (interestingly, stake leaders do not have the ability to move membership records in or out of a ward).

I've worked with 2 stake presidents and neither of them has refused to allow someone to move their record to a different ward.

I've seen it happen for someone who could attend the morning ward but not a later ward, so each year their record shifted as the wards rotate schedules. But usually it's because a person feels so strongly about somebody and doesn't want to be in the same ward (most often I've seen it for people who get divorced and don't want to attend the same ward as their ex).

My stake presidents would rather the person continue attending and participating in church, and thus have approved such requests

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To send his membership records to Salt Lake City is no biggie and actually happens all the time, but usually for someone who has moved and we don't know where they live. Although, SLC will often send the record back to the ward as that's the last known address, and it becomes a bit of a game of toss, with each sending the record back and forth until someone comes up with a lead on where the person may have moved to.

I've never heard of a record being sent to SLC if the person's address is known. If your dad removes his address or changes it to a different location, that may keep SLC from sending it back to the ward where he actually lives

I know someone who changed his address to the stake center. His ward sent his record to SLC and they sent it to the ward where the stake center is located and no one knew where to find him. I occasionally run into him, so he still lives in the area, but this way no one can bother the people where he used to live to get a clue on where he moved to.

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Your dad is free to attend any ward he wants, even if the stake president didn't give permission to move his records. All it means is that your dad can't hold a calling in that ward, won't be assigned ministering brothers, and won't be able to renew his temple recommend because the bishop of that ward can't do anything without the membership record.

Actually, this once happened in my stake, a member started attending a different ward and didn't want to discuss why and wouldn't go back to the ward where she lived. Eventually the bishop of the ward she attended asked the stake president for permission to pull her record over to his ward.

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Okay, that whole "just forgive him" thing is rich. Did the man who was in the wrong apologize and make restitution? Restitution means returning something lost or stolen to its proper owner, and it also means making recompense for injury or loss.

Forgiving someone is a process. Just because it would be convenient for the stake president if your father decided to forgive and forget, it doesn't mean your dad has to skip his healing process.

Forgiveness is actually an act for our benefit, not that of the person who wronged us. It's one way of indicating that person's behavior no longer has sway over us. If your father isn't there yet, I don't think it's fair to rush him.

Even when your dad is ready to forgive, it doesn't mean he has to put himself in a position to be harmed again. A child who was abused by a parent may forgive them and also choose to have no contact with that parent. If your dad decides to forgive this man, he can still draw a boundary, like refusing to be under the ecclesiastical authority of a man who harmed him.

Easy forgiveness with a reset to how things were before often is desired by the one who committed the harm as a way to escape any consequences and allow them to still have influence on the person they wronged. That benefits the person who committed the wrong and not the person who was the victim.

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wrestlingisfake · 8 days

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Dynasty preview

Samoa Joe vs. Swerve Strickland - Joe is defending the AEW men's world championship. These two already met in a three-way for the title on March 3, but since Joe tapped out Adam Page in that match, he still has unfinished business with Strickland.

When Swerve started chasing the title, I figured he'd lose to Joe and move back down the card for 6-12 months, to get heated up for a real run on top. By the end of February, it was pretty clear this guy has It and a lot of people were going to be disappointed if he didn't win the big one ASAP. I figured he wouldn't lose the fall on March 3, but I never imagined they'd give him another shot this quickly. On top of that, the build feels like Swerve has to win this time. They've done all the little things that will make it super disappointing if he can't close the deal. It feels too early to take the belt off Joe, but I don't know if they can get away with denying Strickland again.

If Joe is going to retain, they'll really have to pull out all the stops. Joe cannot beat Swerve clean--that would be promotional malpractice at this point. You'd need a huge surprise run-in to keep fans from totally hating a Swerve loss. Maybe if Adam Page returns to renew his endless feud with Swerve. Maybe if MJF returns to get revenge on Joe. Maybe if Jack Perry clips Swerve's knee before the match, and the 101st Airborne hold him down for the three-count. But even with all that, I wouldn't want to be the guy booking Swerve to lose tonight, and facing the media after the show.

Even so, I can't quite convince myself Swerve is actually going to win the world title. I'm so used to pro wrestling dicking us around with these things, and making us wait past the peak. So even though I think the finish should be a foregone conclusion, I'm gonna be on the edge of my seat for every near-fall. Should be good times.

Matt Jackson & Nick Jackson vs. Dax Harwood & Cash Wheeler - This is the final match in a 10-team tournament for the AEW tag team championship, which was vacated by Sting and Darby Allin after Sting retired. It's also a ladder match, so the title belts will be hung above the ring, and ladders will be provided at ringside for the wrestlers to climb; the first man to pull down the belts wins the match and the title for his team. Both teams have held the title twice before; whichever team wins here will become the first 3-time AEW tag team champions.

This will be the fourth two-on-two match between the Young Bucks (Matt and Nick) and FTR (Dax and Cash). FTR leads the series 2-1 after their last encounter on August 31. The Bucks recently claimed that they only lost that match because they were distracted by the infamous CM Punk/Jack Perry incident, and insinuated that FTR planned it somehow.

I would like to think this match could be the last final word on making cutesy references to CM Punk drama. I'd like to think that, but the Bucks have an approach to heel heat that lends itself to beating dead horses and not being terribly subtle about it. That will probably take the match down a peg. I'm not sure which team will win, but it feels inevitable that Jack Perry will run in to help the Bucks, and I don't see FTR coming up with a counter for that. So I guess I'm picking the Bucks.

Will Ospreay vs. Bryan Danielson - Danielson is winding down his career by wrestling all his dream matches, and brother he got himself a good one here. I figure these two will tear the house down. Other than that there isn't a whole lot of story here, except that the Don Callis Family may or may not have any confidence in their man Ospreay to win, and the Blackpool Combat Club is getting sick of the Don Callis Family. It's only a matter of time before Callis turns on Will, but I'm not sure it'll happen tonight. I'm cautiously picking Ospreay to win, but I can't rule out a Danielson victory.

Toni Storm vs. Thunder Rosa - Storm is putting the AEW women's world title on the line. This match was supposed to happen waaay back in September 2022, with Storm challenging Rosa for the title, but Rosa was sidelined with a back injury. Since then Storm has become a three-time champion, and gone off the deep end with her current "old-timey movie starlet" gimmick.

I always wanted Rosa to come back and get a shot at the title she never lost. But now that we're here, I'm a bit concerned. Rosa's matches since her return haven't wowed me--although to be fair, they've mostly been squash matches. I just don't get the sense she's as hot now as she was a couple of years ago, and it feels like Storm has passed her by and lapped her a few times. I can't help thinking Rosa isn't going to look good here, but I hope I'm wrong. In any case, Storm should probably retain.

Kazuchika Okada vs. PAC - Okada is making his first defense of the AEW continental title. Per the rules for this title, there will be no one allowed at ringside. Pac is cool and he'll give us a great match. But, dude, c'mon. Okada just got here, and he's still on that "new guy wins all the time" streak. I learned a long time ago not to bet against Okada.

Mark Briscoe & Adam Copeland & Eddie Kingston vs. Malakai Black & Brody King & Buddy Matthews - Briscoe lent a hand when FTR and Daniel Garcia were feuding with the House of Black, and ever since then he's been feuding with the House of Black. Lucky for him they've also managed to piss off Copeland and Kingston. It was only a couple of weeks ago that Mark and Eddie beat the hell out of each other over the ROH men's world title, but this time they're on the same side.

Briscoe's superteam looks like more than a match for the House of Black, so it'd be easy to pick them to win. But the fact each of the babyfaces has a singles title makes me wonder if it'd be better for the heels to win to set up three new challengers down the line. I could be overthinking it, but something tells me the House will win here.

Roderick Strong vs. Kyle O'Reilly - This is for Strong's AEW international title. These two used to be teammates within Adam Cole's Undisputed Era faction in NXT. Then O'Reilly and Cole were buddies in AEW in 2022, until they both got sidelined with injuries. By the time O'Reilly returned, Strong was in AEW as a part of Cole's Undisputed Kingdom faction, and it seemed logical for Kyle to join up. Instead O'Reilly chose to go it alone, and I guess Roddy didn't appreciate that, so here we go. I think O'Reilly has a fair chance of winning the title, but it seems too early to take it off Strong, so I'll go with him to retain.

Julia Hart vs. Willow Nightingale - Willow won a four-way match for the right to challenge Julia for the AEW TBS title. Mercedes Mone has already issued a challenge to the winner of this match for May 26. Meanwhile someone has been sneak attacking both Mone and Willow, which sure suggests Julia is behind it but I bet it's someone else.

So I think both these women are super cool and awesome, and this is one of those matches where I just hope everybody has a good time. But let's get down to brass tacks. I really want to see Julia step up and defend the title against Mone. I know, I know, the backstory is already in place for Mone vs. Nightingale, and that's cool too, and if I had to put money on it that's the match that will happen. But...I gotta root for my girl Julia here. Sorry Willow.

HOOK vs. Chris Jericho - Hook already beat Jericho last month, but this time he's putting his FTW title on the line, so there will be no count-outs or disqualifications. Jericho wanted to mentor Hook, but he got too pushy about it and Hook decided there's nothing Jericho can teach him.

I'm 99% sure the point of this match is for Jericho to win the title, whereby Hook will realize he underestimated Jericho's cunning. The problem is that "FTW champion Jericho" would be a retread of "FTW champion Jack Perry" and "ROH champion Jericho." Everything about this storyline feels like a rehash of previous Jericho storylines in AEW. So I hope Hook wins to put an end to it, but I don't expect to get that lucky.

Anthony Bowens & Max Caster & Billy Gunn vs. Jay White & Austin Gunn & Colten Gunn - This is scheduled for the pre-show. It's a unification match for the AEW trios title (held by Billy and the Acclaimed) and the ROH trios title (held by Jay and the Gunns). I assume the winners will keep the AEW belts and the ROH belts will be retired. I have been looking forward to this, because I have long felt that AEW absolutely does not need two trios titles (unless Julia Hart and Skye Blue find a cool chick to be their spooky friend).

Austin and Colten turned on their father and the Acclaimed in 2022, and joined Jay White's Bullet Club Gold back in June. The two groups reconciled and joined forces in January, but within a few months White and the Gunns showed their true colors again.

Throughout this storyline I've been expecting Billy and the Acclaimed to prevail in the end. But now that we're in the eleventh hour I'm having second thoughts. I could see either team losing and moving out of the trios division altogether. And I think it's high time Caster and Bowens get back in the hunt for the tag title. So I think I've talked myself into picking the Bang Bang Gang.

Orange Cassidy & Katsuyori Shibata vs. Shane Taylor & Lee Moriarty - Another pre-show match. Shane Taylor Promotions really put a beating to Cassidy on April 17. Since Trent Beretta turned on Orange and Chuck Taylor is injured (and we don't know where his loyalties lie), Cassidy is running low on friends to help him in situations like this. Shibata seems like a strong partner to bring in, and a month ago I'd have said the faces win this one easy. But Taylor's group seems to be starting to get a push, so they might surprise you here...

Trent Beretta vs. Matt Sydal - More pre-show stuff. When Shane Taylor Promotions was beating up Orange Cassidy, Trent ran in just to take out anybody else who tried to run in and help Orange. What a dick. Anyway, he laid out one guy so fast I didn't even see who it was, and I guess it was Sydal. Sydal is going to lose pretty hard here.

#aew #dynasty #samoa joe #swerve strickland

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keefsteef · 10 months

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AIN'T TALKIN BOUT LOVE - EP. 1

Citizens of Vanhalenville, WELCOME to Ain't Talkin Bout Love - a pile of rambling that I'm pretending is my podcast, where we talk about ANYTHING but love for our creatures 👺

Just kidding... obviously I love them down lmaooo. This'll be a lighthearted situation type deal. To get this disclaimer out the way, I am not anti David anti Sammy or anti Gary, I'm pro them all, so if I happen to be ripping into Samuel (which I will be 🤣,)that is not a testimony of me believing in David superiority blah blah blah, they're all gonna GET THE SMOKE if necessary. (Especially DAVID 🤣)

🙄. The fact I even have to disclaim that makes me chuckle but you know how it e-is , you always get a select few that suddenly possess all-knowing oracle powers and can tell you who you hate or don't hate 🔥🧠🔥‼️

ANYWAY let's get this shitshow on the road, hello I'm Raeyeon, call me Rae...or if calling me keefsteef tickles your tingle fine🤩... whatever works🤩...

TODAY, we'll be chatting about one of the possible reasons for the notorious "Alexander doesn't speak to Samuel" ordeal that quite frequently makes blog cameos in the form of some snarky joke. But really, it's hard to chuckle at as a citizen of alexanderopolis, because that just means he'll keep hiding from us 😭 kiss seeing him playing drums in the sun GOODBYE, BELOVED...

So to briefly recap it if you aren't aware, Samuel wants to do a reunion (yes, I know without Edward it'd be extremely bittersweet, but nonetheless still a nice tribute) but Mr. Alexander Arthur Van Halen is NOT DOWN FOR IT, and will not return any emails or calls.

I know we can easily put grieving at responsibility for this,which at this point I'm sure is the case, but correct me if I'm wrong, Samuel hadn't been keeping in contact with Alexander even when Edward was still around. I knowwww obviously the drama over the leaving of the band has a huge role, but here are MY PERSONAL SPECULATIONS 😩‼️

Samuel, beloved...I'm not delusional enough to think you'd read this, but talking in the pov that you are...there's plainly things you KEEP TO YOURSELF when you expect to keep a friendship.

The majority of us are probably aware of his book called RED where he spills tea (a bit too much tea in my opinion 😩) and what not, the extreme of it regarding Edward and his drug usage. I also saw the way he went about it to be quite insensitive, it almost felt like a haha let's laugh at this crackhead type of storytelling than a "gee eddies far gone and I feel bad".

I'm SURE he meant it to be more of a feel bad situation, but he's human, humans fuck up and make mistakes.

This was a big fuck up lmaooo. We KNOW Alexander loves his brother, and I personally think that he's well enough of a grown man to not hold a silly grudge over leaving...quitting... kicking out, whatever drama. (I've already shared my THOUGHTS on that fiasco 😭)

I think he's refusing to contact Samuel, because he's probably hurt about the way he aired Edward out.

I would be too. I wouldn't want to talk to anyone that seemed to kick my blood when they were down. Samuel is an INTELLIGENT MAN, so every time I hear him go "lol idk why he won't call me back"

BELOVED 👺👺👺👺🔪🔪🔪🔪, DON'T ACT DENSE!

Obviously...I am a stranger and obviously this is my observative opinion, Samuel could've apologized to Alexander already and in Taurus fashion he pulled a "forgiveness granted, trust and friendship denied" move, but if that's not the case...

SAAAAMMMUELLLLL needs to stop trying to force a music reunion, and instead needs to invite Alexander to Cabo and talk things out man to man. (And maybe take selfies for vanhalenville 😩😩🤩💅🏽🤪)

Neither of them are getting any younger, and it just saddens me to think of the possibility they'll never talk again. But yeah, I see that Samuel has quite the tendency to enjoy opening his mouth and sharing stories...but he really needs to have a bit more awareness about the type of stories he shares.

I'm sure there's things to talk about without getting all down and dirty and personal. Take notes from Michael Anthony 😩‼️

Anyway...this was quite a WAY TO KICK OFF WASN'T IT 🤣. I've been wanting to have a little chitter chatter about this for the longest time, but I wanted to sort of establish myself as a blog first so I wouldn't get "you hate Sammy" accusations 😭

I loooove Mr. Red Rockers curly headed self, but he for real needs to quit playing these games and make things right. An apology, if he's already given it, means nothing when you continue to do what you apologized for.

THANKS FOR TUNING IN 🤩❤️, NEXT we'll talk about Mr. Diamond David Gigolo Tarzan Atomic Punk Whoever Whatever Lee Roth!

I've got some interesting things to expand on about him...word in the STREETS is on the 1978 tour, he was really just a cute cozy little bookworm and all that hooping blabber mouth persona was just that... A persona.

MUAH!

#classic rock #van halen #aint talkin bout love blogcast

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my-mt-heart · 1 year

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Okay, a what does it mean? post as requested. Hopefully, it covers what you wanted to know :)

These kinds of interviews, like the EW one, where you have to attempt to explain away unsound decisions that were made above your pay grade, are always so fun to do -_- As a showrunner, you're expected to toe the company line and take the hit for any fallout, regardless of whose idea it was. Your apple cart is hitched to this ill-tempered and mean-spirited donkey that you have to manage.

So, what's the deal with those contracts?

The studio makes a commitment to put an actor in a certain number of episodes, which does limit what character features in which story line. Each actor in that huge cast has to get their minimum and that means you're left with a puzzle of whom to stick where, so everyone gets their due. For example, if Christian has a minimum of 15, then she has to be in that number of episodes or the studio is in breach of her contract.

Melissa's contract is based on a shorter run than 24 episodes, so her minimum is low relative to the length of this season. That is in no way a justification for how she's been used in the episodes she's in and as #2 on the call sheet, she should have been featured as the leading lady that she is.

"Some people" in the response, though, does not mean Melissa because the topic in question is her scenes with Lauren C. "Some people" are all the other actors whom you have to cram into an overcrowded narrative.

For example, Lauren R has to be inserted somewhere, as per her contract, so where do you fit Connie when Yumiko is dealing with Eugene's court case, and Magna and Kelly are at Outpost 22? (Luke is in the wind woods with Aaron et al.) She has to go after her sister—this season is all about family and belonging, but the only person who signs and is still at large is Daryl.

That means we can't pair him up with Carol to trudge through the colon of Alexandria (and we wouldn't want to since the symbolism would be wrong for Caryl) because Maggie and Connie don't know each other. Connie was lost when Maggie came back and she went to Meridian before Connie returned. Connie then went to the CW and Maggie stayed at Hilltop. Zero connections. The scene would have no emotional weight with those two and they can't even communicate.

At the same time, visibility is important and female friendships haven't been shown much on TWD. In the first two seasons, people were still getting to know one another, so we just see the beginning of bonding among the women, and Maggie and Carol are the only two left, so it's important to show that they do have that familial bond. There's more to them than their relationships with the men in their lives. So, this is a chance to show Carol and Maggie being friends and close family, just like earlier in the season when we saw "big brother" Daryl with Maggie.

There's a Janus-faced quality to the answer because it's trying to obfuscate the studio/network responsibility in specifically limiting Caryl interaction by mixing in Eugene and Rosita, the other longstanding male-female friendship, at the same time as it's acknowledging that Carol and Daryl are "a pairing" and it's popular. Note that this isn't in direct response to a query on Caryl—the interviewer just uses Carol and Daryl as one of two examples and there's no "romantic" context—so there's a reason for its inclusion and the phrasing.

The ship-baiting, if you can call "whatever thing [Carol]'s got going on with Daryl or Ezekiel" that, is annoying (to everyone, not just the viewers), but it's been franchise policy since S4 and you do as you're told once you've exhausted your means of protest.

The reader can (but shouldn't) infer that it's the same kind of "whatever" that Carol's got going with both men. She's very firm and specific (not to mention verbal) with Ezekiel that they're no longer "like that" whereas her feelings for Daryl are all expressed through her eyes while she's trying to make more of Daryl's relationship with Connie than it is. As a showrunner, you intentionally do that juxtaposition, so the "whatever" between Carol and her men isn't the same at all, but you can't say that in an interview without the mangy donkey kicking you in the kidneys.

I'm pressed for time, so there might be logical leaps in here, but let me know if it doesn't make sense. I'll have to address TTD separately (not enough time atm), so I can add any clarifications or additions to that post.

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Thank you for taking the time to give us more insight. Very helpful.

My own thoughts coming soon!

#caryl #darylneedscarol #carol peletier #melissa mcbride #angela kang

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faofinn · 1 year

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Day 8 - Broken Bones (alt prompt 4)

Part 1 | Part 2

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The problem with telling someone not to do something, is that the phrase makes it so much more enticing to do just that. And that ended up being precisely what Fred's attempts to keep Finn from the face of business ended up doing. He let Finn treat, let him run what he could in the basement, but then Fao and Hars returned. With Fao running surgical, Finn ended up shoved out of the loop, Fao's organisation and opinions taking the lead.

So, Finn had decided to take matters into his own hands, swiping one of the letters from his dad's desk. It gave the details of a new client, a simple job with an easy payout. He borrowed some of the men on their payroll, and the job was done. He gave them his number and told them to contact him if they needed anything. The rest was history.

Finn continued to gain clients, by both means, and continued to work behind his father. There was always plenty of work, and he soon had more than enough people working for him, including Harrison and Steve.

Finn did his best to avoid places he knew his dad worked, and it worked, for a few years. But suddenly things changed, the meet-up was tipped off, their client too suspicious to meet on Finn’s terms. He wasn’t impressed, but he needed this one, and went with it, after adjusting his fee, of course.

He'd gone along for the ride, checking up on his assets to make sure they were still useful to him. It helped prove his strength to the buyer too, so he didn’t mind. He told Fao and the others he was busy with Jess, and got Harrison on standby, just in case; the other man was always useful to have around.

The meet had gone well, even after the drama, and Finn had been happy with his men. But, of course, things always seemed to change when they were going right. Tithe guy he'd assumed to be the mole had appeared, somehow having gained intel from somewhere.

Finn flipped, anger not usually seen rising to the surface. His gun was drawn, and threats made, ties and allegiances severed.

Finn had been doing his stuff on the side for long enough now that Fao knew he was doing something, he just didn’t know what that something was. But the money was obvious enough, as was Finn’s lies and secrecy. Although Fao knew Finn was lying to him, that didn’t mean the lie wasn’t good enough. He had no idea what his little brother was doing. He just knew that he’d picked up the pieces enough times to know what he was doing was dangerous.

He was definitely suspicious when Finn made plans with Jess that evening, especially as work with Fred was becoming more and more charged with a rumoured mole amongst them. Not only that, but Hars was suspiciously quiet, hadn’t replied to any of Fao’s texts and hadn’t been around all day. That was another huge red flag, but there was nothing he could do about it.

He was somewhat relieved to be called out by Fred, to give him something to do rather than worrying about the state his brother was going to come home in. They were chasing this mole, having got some very good intel.

It was a rough job, quickly getting messy and more complicated than they’d initially intended. Fao was leading men and trying to keep things together, guns being fired and punches being thrown.

Finn heard the second lot of gunfire, eyes quickly darting over his team. He wasn’t missing anyone, but there were too many shots for it to be who he’d left. Frustrated it was going to be a later end to it all, he ordered his team back, leading the way.

Out of everyone he'd expected, he hadn't expected to see his brother amongst the chaos. He swore under his breath. Obviously they'd found their own info on the mole, and he'd clearly not been very good at it. Finn had more than half a mind to leave him to it; Fao was more than capable of dealing with him. But, unfortunately, he was hit with the sobering truth: if he’d spilled Fred’s name so easily, Finn’s wouldn't be far behind. Which meant Finn needed to get to him first, and get him out of Fao's reach.

He rummaged through the bag he carried, finding the flashbang. He signalled his team to watch out, and threw it, covering his own face.

The flashbang took Fao and his men by surprise, as well as the men they were fighting. Obviously it sent everyone scattering, blinded and disoriented momentarily. Fights broke out, of course, as they always did, Fao coming in with his own counter measures, his gun drawn. He shouted for his men, making sure people were organised. The flashbang hadn’t been theirs, but their rivals seemed just as surprised, and it set Fao on edge. Someone else was here.

As the smoke cleared and the dust settled, Fao’s eyes adjusted to the gloom again and there, with unfamiliar men around him and their target unconscious in his grip, was Finn. There was blood running down his face from a broken nose, and as he reached up to cuff it away he made eye contact with his brother.

There was a darkness in Finn’s eyes that Fao didn’t recognise. A coldness to his face that he’d never, ever seen before. Fao’s grip tightened on his gun, though he had no intention of firing it.

“Finn!” He shouted, his voice rough.

His brother didn’t react, didn’t even acknowledge that he’d seen him, before he turned tail and dragged the target away, flanked by his men.

Fao rushed forwards. There was no way he was letting him get away. Not with such an important person. But it was no good. The men stopped him, he was outnumbered and outgunned, and he was forced back after taking a couple of them out with the butt of his pistol. Chest heaving, he spat bloody saliva from a split lip in disgust, frustrated and beyond confused.

For fucks sake. Finn hadn't stopped swearing on the way back, beyond pissed he'd been seen by Fao. Not just pissed, there was a worry curling in his stomach, a worry Fao would rat him out. That, and he was pretty sure he'd done his wrist in.

It was already twice the size and he couldn’t make a fist. The pain was there too, the adrenaline had disappeared pretty sharpish after getting in the van. He'd be lying if he said it wasn't making him dizzy, or if he promised he wasn’t going to be sick. He texted Hars too, a heads up he'd need to be seen, along with one of his guys with a definite concussion, and another with a bullet graze. They’d be fine, he was just useless with his one hand.

Empty handed, Fao and his men bolted too. They weren’t sticking around for the fallout. Whilst the men went back in the vans, Fao’s own car offered him some fucking quiet that he needed, and he quickly called Harrison, trying to get some information before he had to face Fred at home. He listened as it rang, impatiently lighting a cigarette and breaking his own rule of not smoking in the car.

Harrison answered, waiting for Finn. He had a few minutes to kill and appearances to uphold. "Fao, you alright? "

“No, I’m not actually. What the fuck is going on, why have I just seen Finn out in the field throwing fucking flashbangs and taking my target?” He asked, already angry.

Fuck. "Finn? In the field? Have you hit your head, Fao? What the fuck are you on about?"

“Yes, Finn in the field. Are you fucking deaf?” Fao snapped. “I know what I saw, and I know you work with him.”

"Finn’s busy with Jess. I think you're going senile, mate."

“Don’t lie to me.” His voice was hard. “I’ve got to go back to Fred now and tell him I couldn’t do my job, and I know you’ve got something to do with it. What gives? What’s going on?”

"So you’ve missed your target and you're trying to blame it on me?" Harrison scoffed. "Don't be an arse."

“Finn was there, I saw him and he saw me. If Finn was there, you were there. So can you please tell me why the fuck I’m being undermined by my own family?!”

"Fao, mate. I'm at home. I've not left the house. Video call me, I'm not lying, I've not lied to you."

“I’m driving.” Fao snapped. “I know you’ve lied and you’re continuing to lie. Why are you lying to me? What the fuck is going on with your stupid little side business, trying to get me fucking killed?”

"Then pull over and talk to me properly." He spat. "There, look. I've shared my location. Even sent you a photo. I haven't lied once to you on this call, and I'd stake Tai's life on it."

The angrier Fao got, the faster he drove. His speedometer was nudging over 100 mph down the motorway now, and his jaw tensed. He didn’t show down. “Why was Finn in the field?” He asked. “I’ve got to go back to Fred and explain this to him, and I’m not going to be able to protect Finn. What. Is. Going. On?”

"I don't know what you think you saw, but Finn was with Jess. I don’t really want to know what the pair of them have been up to." He managed a laugh. "Just tell Fred your target wasn't there. He'll turn up again and you can get him there. You know, when you're not seeing Finn everywhere."

“I know what I saw, Harrison!”

"Alright, alright. Just maybe you need a day or two off, get Steve to do you a sick note, yeah?"

“Don’t start. I’ll ask you once more. What was Finn doing in the field and why is he working against me? I know you’re working with him. You always are.”

"As if your brother would be working against you." That did make Harrison laugh. "Do you hear how stupid you sound? Finn thinks the sun shines out of your arse, and we all know that's not true. Finn and I have worked by each other for years, you know that. He helps out with the stuff behind the scenes for Sanctuary and the caf. Fred doesn't like him in the field, so he doesn't tend to go out much at all."

“Why are you lying to me?” He asked, exasperated. 110 mph, now. “I swear to fucking god I saw Finn tonight and I just need to know what the fuck is going on so I don’t shoot him in the head next time I’m in the fucking field.”

"Nothing I've said has been a lie. You're getting more paranoid, Fao. What's brought all this on? Do you, like, need someone to talk to?"

“Harrison.” Fao growled. 115 mph. “Tell Finn if he’s got the mole that he’s much more dangerous than we originally thought.”

"Who's more dangerous? Finn?" Harrison asked. "You're not making sense, mate."

“I can’t fucking trust you, can I? Thought as much.”

He had to admit that stung. "Fao, it’s me. Of course you can."

“Yeah, right.”

"You know what? Fuck you too, then. If you’re going to call me out of the fucking blue and be a cunt, then don't bother. You'll just call me a liar and a piece of shit regardless. Don't crash the car, I won’t be there to pick the pieces up again."

“Well, if the shoe fits, eh?”

"I've not fucking lied to you once. But whatever. I'm done. Oh, might as well tell you now, we won’t be over for a takeaway on Saturday. Something's just come up."

Fao scoffed. “Shame.”

"Anything else to yell at me for?" He asked, sickly sweet. "Go ahead, I've got nothing better to do."

The irony of his sentence was lost on him, the crunch of tyres on gravel meaning Finn was finally home. Jess passed him in the hallway, heading out to meet them.

Fao had been about to answer Harrison, but his witty remark died on his tongue, hearing the slamming of doors in the background of Harrison’s call. A voice; distinctly Jess’, calling a name. Finn. There was more fuss, muffled but very much there, and a groan that could only be Finn’s. Fao’s teeth sunk into his bottom lip and he flicked ash from his trousers. It hurt, knowing Harrison had withheld information.

“Say hi to Finn for me, Hars. And tell him if he’s not careful showing up on my jobs, he’s going to get shot. Remind him I rarely miss.”

"Yeah, yeah, uh, I've gotta go." He said, distracted by the fuss and apparently forgetting he was on the phone with Fao. And that he'd been mad at him. "Bye."

The line went dead, and Fao swore, thumping the steering wheel. He was just approaching his exit, the road deserted, and he’d yet to slow down.

He didn’t miss the flash of the speed camera as he drove past, and it was just the icing on the cake. Fred was going to be pissed when that ticket showed up in the post. Stupid mistake. He made it home, and then it was straight to Fred’s office without time to even speak to Ely, who had been lingering by the door looking pale as ever.

Fao was soon the least of Harrison’s worries, Finn taking priority. He'd stumbled over the threshold, the adrenaline having almost evaporated as he stepped inside. The dizziness had hit him, more than he'd expected, and he'd naturally reached for Jess. Of course, it had been with his bad wrist, and the wave of pain was enough to send him to the floor.

While it didn't completely knock him out, it sent the world spinning, everyone's voice muffled in his ears.

It took a few minutes, pressed against Jess' side, but slowly and surely, things returned to normal. Asde, of course, from the pain in his wrist. He finally answered Harrison, or at least tried to before he interrupted.

"It's just dislocated, right? You can just ket and manipulate, yeah? Just that?"

Harrison gently took Finn’s wirst in his fingers, and hissed quietly. "Shit, Finn. I'm not sure it's going to be as simple as that."

"Oh. More sedation?"

He shook his head, reaching for Finn’s other hand. "Here, feel this. It's fucked, mate. You've broken it."

"Oh."

"Let me check here,too." He murmured, skimming down his arm. "Ah, I think you've got a break here too, just on the ulnar. I can feel it under my fingers, Finn. You’re gonna need casting, minimum."

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Listen I'm just going to give you an entire review on your latest Gewis Bodyguard/Royal story rambling even though it's not even a proper fic(let) because that's how insane it is and I am about it okay here goes

he's just sunshine in a bottle and Lewis doesn't want to put a lid on that, so they have this great balance in the sense that George can't throw anything at him that Lewis can't handle, and Lewis has a big influence on helping George kind of gauge when he needs to adjust and regroup

I am the EMBODIMENT of the 🥺 emoji right now, this makes me want to sob because it's so sweet, like yes, they complement each other, they work with each other, they are attuned to each other, they are IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER OK

George wouldn't have had anyone he's with majority of the time? Like he wouldn't have had to make public appearances with his significant other, kind of deal, so nobody's really by his side in those kinds of events if his parents aren't there with him.

Yeah, btw, the thought of George and Lewis attending fancy events together gives me SO MUCH LIFE. Ok, fic!Lewis wouldn't dress up like real Lewis does to be The Moment, but I still like the idea of them in fancier than usual clothes and depending on the kind of event Lewis is either glued to George's side as a protective shield or is observing from somewhere in the background while George is mingling, but either way people notice him and people are staring, which might rub someone a certain way, maybeeee? And, seriously, keeping an eye out is kind of Lewis' job, what's your excuse for staring, George?? But, also! George himself properly dressed up, something my hungry eyes aren't provided with nearly often enough, I'd just ENJOY it so much and they'd look like such a power couple, even if it's literally just suits they're wearing. Royal garments, though, on George's side. Oh my, the images in my head.

But on a more mischievous note, George just fuckin if they ain't keeping up with him, well, brother that sounds like a YOU problem, doesn't it? 🤭

He's not sorry in the slightest. He will pretend that it was an accident how he once again slipped away from his current bodyguard. He will look Toto dead in the eye and shrug his shoulders and smile and tell him that it's not his fault when they fail at their job, he's not supposed to look after them, is he??

I didn't know how much I needed bratty George until today. He's so funny, I adore him.

He'll go to fuckin Japan and he wouldn't even realize he didn't tell anyone until he catches himself on CNN reported as "PRINCE GEORGE MISSING, IF FOUND PLEASE RETURN TO KING TOTO HES REALLY WORRIED WE THINK HE WAS CRYING A LITTLE IN HIS ADDRESS EARLIER TODAY, PLEASE, OH MY GOD, GIVE US BACK THE BOY"

Toto is worried and also, I would imagine, absolutely livid. Because don't we love furious Toto??? I know that I do! RIP to whoever was in charge of George.

Susie immediately says "He's George's type" to which Toto chokes on his own saliva in response

I'm CACKLING

and Lewis doesn't hear because he's enamored by the huge painting on the wall of the royal family and George is smack dab in the middle with his piercing blue eyes and-

Lewis, you did know what (whom) you signed up for, didn't you? Oh my god, it's love at first side. Screaming, clawing at my face...

He blinks for a moment at the odd question, then smiles gamely. "Only if what I'm running towards is interesting, your majesty."

Fuck, here we go. He's perfect. Oh no. He's witty. He's charming. He's READY. You're running into something that will be SO interesting, Lewis, you've no idea.

And Susie's a little bit in love herself she's not gonna lie

This made me giggle omg.

his trousers are probably used to housing rather sizeable things in there.

LET'S ASK GEORGE SHALL WE

So he's hired and he goes in to meet George, and he's literally going to pass out bc he's BEAUTIFUL and he suddenly wants to lay down his life for this man and he's not even like, OFFICIALLY hired yet

CLAWING AND PULLING AT MY HEART SCREAMING SOBBING.....

....Don't you DARE not making this into a fic. I'm openly threatening you. (On my knees. My soul as a humble offering. Maybe I'm just begging, but either way...)

Oh my gosh, oh my gosh nonny, this is just???? Incredible???? This is SO MUCH and it's so wonderful of you to share so many thoughts with me!!! Holy fuck I may not be able to do this ask justice but I'M GONNA TRY ❤️❤️

Here's the rambling for reference 🌟

EXACTLY??????? Gosh exactly, they just work so well with each other and yes that's bc they balance each other out, but beyond that they communicate and are open with each other, like they just continue and try and learn from each other AND THATS WHAT MAKES THEM SO GREAT TOGETHER!!!! Exactly what you said as well, they're attuned to each other to such a fine and specific point, and again that comes from learning to be attuned and understanding each other. They're always by each other's sides, and so much time with one person can be taken for granted simply bc it's constant. But they always just revel in each other's presence, they find comfort in their companionship and love, and they find every moment significant whether or not it's dull or full of activity, and that's what makes it such a full relationship and love. It trickles into everything else!!

Okay yes I must break this up into multiple points:

1. Gewis attending events together + power couple aesthetic

Right off the bat they're a beautiful pair to see together, individually they're stunning but together it's just a whole different level of in awe a person can be. It's Prince George Russell and his loyal bodyguard Lewis Hamilton, is this really a couple you wanna fuck with? Like, REALLY? The adored and respected prince and his built-like-the-actual-castle-his-ward-lives-in boyfriend bodyguard whose look can turn you into a statue or make you swoon so hard you faint? UH YEAH MAYBE CHECK OUT OF THIS ONE, ANY LINGERING CRIMINALS WHO HAVE BAD INTENTIONS WITH THE PRINCE

Also, I just have brainrot thinking about Lewis assisting George with things in events? Like just being there and supporting him, having a pen ready, directing him to which seat is his at panels or signings and pulling out the chair for him, pouring him his glass of water. Just small things like that that aren't technically part of his job description, but he does anyway, in such a careful, gentle way.

And George looking to Lewis whenever he's walking into a crowd, to make sure he's following, or putting a hand on his arm in thanks when Lewis hands him the mic, JUST GAH THINGS LIKE THAT I COULD THINK ABOUT IT ALL FUCKING DAY

2. Lewis as a protective shield watching from afar or glued to his side and that rubbing people the wrong way maybe

As much as Lewis loves being pressed against George's side in more positions ways than one, I think he also isn't necessarily anxious if he's away or he's watching from afar. In the fic I wrote, he even did rounds of the property before going back to George's side, and he didn't plaster himself by George when he was entertaining other people. It's partly bc he knows Val and the other guards are around, but it's also that he likes checking things for himself. He can have someone go do the rounds for him, he didn't have to do that, he's the lead guard. But he wanted to for his own validation and peace of mind. On the other hand, he also doesn't want George to feel like he's breathing down his neck. I don't think other people are too bothered by it, I mean they know why Lewis is there and if they've gone to any event where George was in attendance, they're already very familiar with the tall handsome brick wall of a man who tails after George and likes to smile at his highness' quips and always makes sure to sneak George a sweet or two whenever the waiters pass by with dessert on their trays. It's totally normal professional bodyguard behavior.

Listen, we all know people would ship them. The other VIPs probably have a running bet about it and/or have a group chat entitled, "Gewis: Only A Matter of Time."

3. George staring at Lewis too, for entirely normal reasons

MY DUDE HAVE YOU SEEN SIR LEWIS HAMILTON HOW EXACTLY IS GEORGE SUPPOSED TO RESIST

Aside from looking for Lewis out of comfort and security, George also looks at Lewis when his guard isn't paying attention to him, which we all know is extremely rare. So when George does catch Lewis in conversation with someone else, or ordering George a drink at the bar, or briefing the other guards, it's a special little treat for him. He gets to see Lewis as Lewis and that's just really nice. He likes it a lot, and it makes him feel something he can't quite name (later on he'll realize it's pride or possessiveness in Lewis, just a "that's my person" kind of thing) but also it's that he loves watching Lewis. He's very graceful, kind, strong. It's mesmerizing. And no I'm not projecting shut up he's a good-looking and very lovely nice guy and we all have eyes

I didn't know how much I needed bratty George until today. He's so funny, I adore him.

I TOO LOVE BRATTY GEORGE and he would do this, only if he knows Toto is like, okay now. I mean he would definitely reassure him and be a little sorry, but I mean TECHNICALLY the guards should have known, that's their job. And he likes teasing Toto bc Toto is so fun to tease (he doesn't have Lewis to tease yet, Toto is grateful for when he does bc it means he gives Toto less heart attacks)

Toto is worried and also, I would imagine, absolutely livid. Because don't we love furious Toto??? I know that I do! RIP to whoever was in charge of George.

Toto externally:

Toto internally:

Listen, he's just happy his son is back safe and sound.

Buuuut that being said he does sigh and go back to the bodyguard drawing board bc he has to find a new one for George now who will actually do his job.

That drawing board is starting to look aaaaawful lot like a certain boulder-shaped man now though...... Huh.

Lewis, you did know what (whom) you signed up for, didn't you? Oh my god, it's love at first side. Screaming, clawing at my face...

I DO LOVE LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT but I also love slow-developing love and relationships that start out as friendship....like you know how sometimes you just meet someone and you know they're going to be important in your life? But you just don't know what role they're going to end up playing yet? And you're just happy anyway that they're in your life! And then you grow together and learn about each other and then one day you just....know. And it's not a moment marked by explosive realizations but just a very slow dawning of oh, oh they're my person. They have been all this time, and now I know for sure.

THATS THE SHIT I LIVE FOR like that's how I think things go, there IS an immediate infatuation and chemistry, but they don't like go oh yes I'm in love. It's more, wow. This person. They're important. And that's cause enough for them to cherish this person.

Fuck, here we go. He's perfect. Oh no. He's witty. He's charming. He's READY. You're running into something that will be SO interesting, Lewis, you've no idea.

IANFISKFKSLF I SPECIFICSLLY LOVE THIS REPLY SO MUCH I really do try to make bodyguard!Lewis as charming and witty as I can. He needs to sweep George off his feet....for protection purposes of course.

LET'S ASK GEORGE SHALL WE

JSOFKSKGKDKF THIS MADE ME CHOKE (so will George, later on, wink wonk)

....Don't you DARE not making this into a fic. I'm openly threatening you. (On my knees. My soul as a humble offering. Maybe I'm just begging, but either way...)

JADJLAKFKSKFLE IM SUITABLY THREATENED

God well, now I'm really gonna have to try!! It's definitely not going to be any time soon bc life is kicking my ass, but I love this AU and you guys have been so nice, it's definitely in my pipeline!

I wrote @russilton a very short snippet I wanted to include in the next fic yesterday while I was driving home just bc I had bodyguard AU on the brain practically the whole day.

#ask #anon #4463 #bodyguard au

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Lesson 1-3

Lucifer: Well, you've got that done now, and it seems the idiot has arrived as well.

Mammon: HEY! Just who do you think you are, human? You've got a lotta nerve summoning the Great Mammon!

Mammon: Listen up, because I'm only gonna say this once. If you value your life, then you'll hand over all of your money now! And anything else of value, too!

Mammon: Otherwise I'll wipe that stupid, happy-go-lucky look right off your face...by eatin' you! Startin' at your head and working my way down, until-

Lucifer: Mammon, shut up or I'll punch you!

Mammon: GAH, OWW! Hey. what's the big idea?! I thought you were actually gonna give me a chance to shut up before punching me!

Satan: MC, Mammon here is the Avatar of Greed. He governs and oversees all forms of it.

Satan: Whenever he takes a liking to someone, they suddenly fin themselves awash in money.

Satan: But from what I hear, if he decides to break it off with someone, that wealth evaporates. They're left without a Grimm to their name.

Asmodeus: And he's also a masochist. That part's important.

Lucifer: Indeed. And it just so happens I have a job for my masochist of a brother.

Mammon: Y'all, stop telling lies! I ain't asked for that punch, and I AIN'T a masochist!

Lucifer: Mammon, you are going to be in charge of seeing to this human's needs during the whole exchange.

Lucifer: I expect your full cooperation.

Mammon: What?! Why me?!

Asmodeus: Aww, lucky you, Mammon! I'm so jealous...

Mammon: All right, then why don't YOU do it, Asmodeus?!

Asmodeus: What? Hell no, too lazy.

Mammon: I thought you said you were jealous of me?!

Satan: Just give up, Mammon. There's no getting out of this.

Satan: You know you can't refuse a direct command from Lucifer, correct?

Mammon: But why does it have to be me?! What about Beel. Why can't he do it?!

Asmodeus: This isn't a job we can entrust to Beel. We might as well ask him to eat this human.

Beelzebub: Mm, yeah. I can't promise I wouldn't.

Mammon: You're useless, you know that?!

Lucifer: ...Mammon?

Mammon: ...Wh-What?

Lucifer: Surely you're not going to tell me that you object to this arrangement, are you?

Mammon: ...!

Mammon: Ugh...I hate you guys! Every last one of ya!

Mammon: Fine...FINE! I'll do it, okay?!

Mammon: All right, human, listen up.

Mammon: As much as I don't want to look after you, I've got no choice. It's a huge pain in the ass, and I'm too important for this kind of thing, but Lucifer told me to do it, so I will.

Mammon: But in return, you better make sure you don't cause me any trouble, got it?!

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MC: All right, deal!

Mammon: Good, that's what I want to hear. As long as you do as I say, we won't have any problems.

Mammon: Just be sure you don't forget which one of us is the boss here.

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MC: Uh-uh, I won't go along with this!

Mammon: Are you deaf, human? Or are you just that much of an idiot?

Mammon: Here in the Devildom, Lord Diavolo's word is law, and so is Lucifer's. And don't forget it.

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Lucifer: We have decided who will take care of you, so on to the next subject: your tasks.

MC: Tasks? Will I get tests?

Lucifer: Good question...

Lucifer: Your task is to polish up your soul nicely and to acquire the power to resist demons.

MC: My soul? It's okay to resist?

Lucifer: Demons like humans with nice souls.

Lucifer: Let me put it another way. Nice souls look like shiny jewels. Do you understand now?

Lucifer: Demons will use their wisdom and abilities to tempt the humans so they can get their hands on their souls.

Lucifer: Other demons at RAD also have tasks assigned to them just like you.

Lucifer: In other words, either humans will be tempted by demons, or demons will lose against the shiny and noble soul of a human and make a run for it.

Lucifer: You could say it is an experiment to find out who will win.

MC: What happens is I win?

Lucifer: Let's see... I will prepare some rewards to make sure you give it your all.

MC: What happens if I lose?

Lucifer: There is no penalty set. Would you like me to think of one?

Lucifer: There, there, don't give me that look.

Lucifer: Don't take it so seriously. You won't have to do those tasks on your own.

Lucifer: After all, you don't have any magic in you unlike the other exchange student from the human world...

Lucifer: ...so my brothers and I will lend our power to you and you alone.

Lucifer: To see is to believe, so why don't you go ahead and give those tasks a try, MC?

#obey me shall we date #obey me transcript #lesson 1-3

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obeymedevil · 2 years

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Hello! I have a request: The OM! Boys get sauce on their shirt while eating with MC?

(I can feel Lucifer fuming all the way from the Devildom lol)

Obey me x Gn!Reader

A/N: I absolutely LOVE the idea of this. This is amazing oh my goodness! I hope this was alright! I did a short one because I didn't wanna overplay it for you! I hope you like it :3

Messy Situations

A simple dinner treat turns into quite a catastrophe at the other brother's actions. (Short fic)

"Now take your seats and I expect you all to give me the peaceful dinner which I've longed for for centuries." Lucifer spoke slowly, eyeing the brothers one by one and only briefly making eye contact with you. It was more of a pleading gaze though begging for your help to keep things quiet and simple. He wouldn't say it to you though or admit to it as afterall, he's too prideful for such a display.

"Yeah it aint often that big bro treats us to a huge meal like this!" Mammon's voice soon chimed in with a spark against his eyes. As the brothers began to quietly chatter before the food was served, you eyed the table a little and quickly noticed that the Anti-Lucifer club were sitting alarmingly close together. You'd have to keep tabs on them for sure. Nothing could go wrong tonight if none of you wanted an angry Lucifer to deal with for the week. Besides, there were several issues the brothers (and maybe you) had caused and you all needed Lucifer on your side for them. Everybody began to settle down and share light glances with each other apart from Beel who was staring at the food that finally approached the table.

"Thank you for the food, Lucifer!" You Smiled as he gave a little one in return before speaking.

"Of course, Mc. I'm glad you're all happy with this arrangement." It wasn't even a few seconds of beginning to eat your food before you heard a quiet 'uh-oh' from Beel. Lucifer's eyes soon snapped up as he saw the sauce stain on Beels clothes causing you to instantly panic. Oh damn.

"Beezlebub?" Lucifer's deeper voice could literally shake the room if he put in the usual effort he used for Mammon. "Please, keep the mess to a minimum." Belphies and Satan's eyes lit up at this and you instantly panicked as you recalled the earlier conversation they had over the D.D.D chats. They were conjuring up a plan but chose to speak in person about it, you were busy at the time though so you couldn't attend. They assured they could deal with it alone though so you hadn't been able to halt any plans. Before you could stand and interject whatever they were doing, Belphie soon stood and threw some food toward Mammon much to his dismay.

"Hey! What was that for?!" He had shouted across the table, anger written across his face. You had sat back down at this point, sighing lightly. Whatever was gonna happen was gonna happen, you couldn't stop it now. Mammon soon threw some food back but it missed and hit Satan. This continued until everybody had some food on their clothes apart from Asmo who was currently hiding under the table and complaining about the mess, and Lucifer. That was about to change though as Mammon threw something else across the table landing straight against Lucifer's face.

"MAMMMONNN!" He's really gone and done it now, huh? Mammons face instantly dropped as he stood back.

"I-I didn't mean ta do that! Must've slipped…" His voice soon got drowned out by the laughter shared between Belphie and Satan whilst Beel was eating everything that remained intact. Levi soon gazed up from his gaming console, a confused tint to his eyes.

"Huh? What's wr- oh. Lmao you've gone and done it now." Asmo had soon gently snuck you out of the room and slowly wiped away any food left on your face. Once you had both returned, Mammon was tied upside down above his previous sitting position and everything was cleaned up with a pretty happy looking Lucifer.

"Now I don't expect such a display again, understand?" His voice seemed to seethe demonic energy as the red glow behind him seemed to give him a sort of comfort. "This is why I don't treat you all." Mammons eyes soon met yours as he spun a kittle due to his wiggling movements

"Hey, hey! Mc! Lemme down! Ya wanna help me, don't ya? Beel. Beel! Come eat this damn rope!"

#obey me #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me fanfiction #obey me levi #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #Obey me shorts

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scenario: you start seeing Jon which leads to the two of you having to hide it from your family and especially Damian.

pairing: jon kent ( superboy ) x fem! reader

note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / can you tell my kent family hyperfixation hasn't left yet? i swear it's becoming an issue lmaooo but this might actually be the longest fic i've written for this blog.

you talked with your friends who you had snuck into the gala with. Rachel had begrudgingly agreed to come to meanwhile Cass and Steph were the only other ones who agreed to come on their own accord.

"Damian, your only friend is here," Dick said, earning a kick from his younger brother before getting up and leaving you and Raven alone. you knew it was a rare occasion that she even decided to show up so you didn't want to leave her alone. "we probably won't see my brother for the rest of the night. whenever his friend comes, it's like everyone becomes a background character. for him being my adopted 'twin' brother, I have yet to meet this friend."

Raven laughed as you saw the wine that the couple on the dance left on your table drunkenly. the bottle was little more than half-filled and you gave one quick look to Raven before pouring the wine into both of your glasses and discarding it right away.

"to not having fun for the rest of the night," you giggled as the two of you chugged the wine down in a mere few seconds, "drier than I thought it would be but it beats having to pay for it," Raven muttered as you agreed to sneak another bottle from the bartender so you wouldn't have to pay for it. even with your dad paying for all your necessities, the drinks at his galas were far too expensive for you to even willingly pay for them yourself. the only reason why he even paid for all your expenses was because you agreed to skip out on college to help run some parts of Wayne Enterprises with your brother.

another reason why you couldn't exactly go and pay for it yourself was because Bruce was not one to exactly be chippy at the idea of you getting plastered drunk at one of his public galas. "I got one of two ideas. one: I'll go flirt with the bartender and you can sneak behind him and get the other bottle or two: I can flirt with the bartender for enough time to see if he'll just willingly give it to us," you told Raven as she nodded with option two.

the bartender happened to be in his younger 50s. you recognized him from previous WE events and although he was familiar with your family, you doubted that he would say anything to your dad about you flirting him with. all you had to do was push the top of the dress down a bit and hike up the bottom to get his attention.

"hey Martin," you said, leaning up against the bar table and smiling, "enjoying the night?" you asked as you saw him flinch back in surprise. he nodded, trying to divert his eyes from looking at you in anyway you could have felt to be disrespectful.

"I was thinking, how much does the bottle of Lafite Rothschild go for?" you asked, giving him a pouty face. he gulped nervously, "almost ten grand ma'am," he replied, grabbing it from the wine stand, "even for me? I mean, my dad must've paid for it so does it even go for that much considering I am his child?" he asked.

you could tell that you had caught him in a predicament, "I would assume not, I assume you're twenty one, right?" he murmured, handing you the precious bottle. you smiled (a fake one that anyone could see through) and nodded before giving the old man a light kiss on the cheek, "thanks Martin, I appreciate it," you said, giving him a wave before leaving.

Raven perked up seeing the bottle in your hand, "snagged a ten thousand dollar bottle," you said excitedly as you waved it in your hand. Raven stared at you in shock, "you got a ten thousand dollar bottle in less than five minutes?" she exclaimed.

you giggled before whispering in her ear, "the benefits of being a child of Bruce Wayne is that you can practically get away with anything. especially when you're the daughter." you popped open the bottle as you handed her the wine glass and poured the drink with care. you gave her a slight cheers before taking a small sip and being pleasantly surprised that it wasn't as dry for a wine with a huge amount of alcohol percentage.

as the night progressed, you and Raven got actively more drunk. you hadn't realized how hard the wine had hit you until Raven was drunkenly getting pulled home by Gar as you sat at the table with a little less than the bottle still full. you hadn't seen your dad or brother all night and you figured they must've been pulled into doing Batfamily work at some point and left you alone with Steph or Cass. hell, maybe even Dick if he was still around.

you weren't actively apart of the vigilante work all of your siblings did but you did help them out with the technical parts of it when Tim wasn't available. you didn't really like fighting or risking your life so after you graduated, you interned at Wayne Enterprises under Tim's orders while Damian worked under your dad.

at the age of twenty-one, you still hadn't met most of the league for the exception of Wonder Woman and The Flash. the rest were strangers in your head and much to Damian's luck, he wanted to keep it that way. at least in his case with Jon.

"ow, I am so sorry," you slurred as you managed to hit someone on the shoulder. he chuckled seeing as how you were not attempting to get up, "you okay there ma'am?" the man with a southern accent asked. you giggled as you attempted to get up, "I'm ( your name ) and you are?" you asked.

"Jon Kent, pleasure to meet you," he said, kissing your hand. you blushed as you heard one of your favorite songs come through the speakers, "would you like to dance?" you asked, not even caring that you had met this just a few mere seconds ago. he nodded, figuring that since Damian left him stranded at the gala, he had nothing to lose.

the song 'telepatia' by Kali Uchis played throughout the ballroom. Jon immediately took the reigns as the lead as the lights got dimmer and you danced against Jon sensually. "what got you dragged here?" you asked Jon. "my best friend invited me as his plus one. you?" he whispered in your ear, "I work for the company so I kind of had to attend," you managed to say before turning around and facing him.

you looked at Jon with drunken yet loving eyes, "you're handsome, you know that?" you said with no hesitation in your face. Jon laughed, placing his hand on your cheek, "right back at ya, darlin'," he replied as the song switched to another one of your favorite songs.

side to side by ariana grande started.

you shrugged, feeling as though you had nothing to lose and got up on your toes gave Jon a kiss on his lips. he was slightly taken back but played it off by returning it. the two of you remained kissing through the entirety of the song until Jon felt a familiar tap on his shoulder.

"I gotta go but if you're up for it, I'd love for ya to give me your number," you nodded excitedly as you practically snatched his phone from his hand and typed it in as quickly as possible with your name having a hundred emoji's next to it, "text me in the morning!" you screamed.

Jon laughed before following Damian from behind, "you suck, you know that!" Jon exclaimed, "I meet one girl I actually like and you drag me away!" Damian rolled his eyes, "please, you act like there isn't more girls out there to hit on." this time, it was Jon's turn to roll his eyes, "I got her number so I guess that's a plus."

you woke up the next morning with a pounding headache but to a few messages on your phone. you smiled realizing that it was the boy you had met the night before.

"good morning...or actually good afternoon!"

Jon laughed from his side of the phone.

"good afternoon darlin'. I hope you had a good sleep."

you were texting your way down the stairs, greeting Alfred and Bruce before grabbing a plate of lunch and sitting down on the bar top. "what time you'd make it home?" Bruce asked, sensing the hangover you had. "a bit past midnight. drank a bottle of Lafite with Raven before dancing with a boy you invited," you said honestly.

Bruce felt himself go stiff at the admittance of you drinking the Lafite bottle but remained silent as Alfred placed Advil and one of your Gatorades next to you. "yeah, whoever must've danced with you last night must've been drunk too because you'd want to dance with you?" Damian said coming down the stairs.

you threw him a fork, Damian dodging it with ease, "I'd shut up if I were you. I'm actually getting coffee with the guy in like an hour," you replied, chugging down the rest of the food before getting up and going to your room, "yeah and I pray for the man who now has to deal with you," Damian screamed loud enough for you to hear.

you pulled on a skirt and tights before slipping on a sweater and fixing your hair and quickly doing your makeup. you grabbed the keys from your bag and took the back entrance to get to your car. one of the benefits of getting paid so much was that you were able to afford cars that were out of price range for a lot of people your age.

the coffee shop you decided to meet Jon at was a few blocks into the heart of central Gotham. you got a table farthest from the crowd as you didn't want any attention on you and your potential boyfriend. you saw Jon approaching at the front of the coffee shop and pulled on your sunglasses so no one outside could see who you were.

"nice to meet you, this time with me not being drunk," you told Jon, giving him a friendly kiss on the cheek, "pleasure is all mine sweetheart," he replied, putting his arm around your shoulder. you got up to the front of cashier and scanned the menu.

"I'd like a venti mocha with oatmilk, what about you?" you asked Jon as he scanned the menu nervously before muttering that he hardly orders coffee. you smiled, "and an order of a grande peppermint hot chocolate," you added on as you took your card out, Jon's eyes widening at the black American Express card.

"wow, Wayne Enterprises must pay you really well," he exasperated, "yeah, I guess you could say that," you said as hesitantly as possible. after the two of you got the coffees, you got back to the table as you took off your sunglasses in a sigh of relief.

"do you really wear sunglasses everywhere you go?" Jon asked. you debated on telling him the actual reason but decided on a vague answer, "eh, it's more for secrecy. I guess if I get another date, I might tell you the real reason," you winked, making Jon blush.

through the weeks, you decided to keep the biggest part of your life a semi secret to Jon still. he knew vaguely of a few things but one mistake on your end managed to throw all of that away in more ways than one.

you were walking downtown with Jon, his hand grasping yours as the two of you roamed an area of town that you knew didn't have major significance to WE. you were holding a coffee in one hand as you walked about a few things that happened to you that week to Jon. it wasn't until you walked towards a busy street that your heart fell to your stomach.

a huge billboard, like signs you would see on highways, of you and Damian representing Wayne Enterprises stood in the middle of an intersection. you stared at the ground, your one secret given away as Jon stared down at you, a look of shock in his eyes.

"wait, you work with Damian Wayne?" he asked as he could tell that you did not want to look at him. you sighed, a bit scared, "work partners might be a little too far from what we are," you gulped, finally realizing that you had to admit to your family ties.

Jon looked at you, now more confused than shocked.

what you didn't know was that at the same time that you were about to confess everything to Jon, a paparazzi had taken dozens of photos of you and Jon that were immediately uploaded to various Twitter accounts and gossip magazines.

"Damian Wayne is my adopted brother. Bruce Wayne is my adopted dad. that's why I have a lot more money than any regular Wayne Enterprise worker."

Jon immediately stumbled to the ground, not expecting that answer coming from you. you immediately felt tears hitting your eyes as you figured that maybe Jon didn't want to be with someone so rich and famous. someone's whose family was always in the spotlight.

"DAMIAN WAYNE IS YOUR BROTHER?" Jon screamed, catching you off guard as this was the first time Jon had ever screamed at you. you nodded, trying not to look at him in the eyes, "he's going to kill me. your entire family is going to plot my murder. I'm a dead man. Clark is going to find me in a ditch," Jon started talking to himself.

it was now your turn to look at Jon confused, "wait, what?" you asked, wiping your tears. "YOUR BROTHER IS MY BEST FRIEND. Damian Wayne is Robin and I'm Superboy!" he whispered the last part, "I've been dating my best friends sister this entire time without realizing it!" he screamed.

you finally connected the dots. every time Damian said he was going on patrol with Superboy meant that he was going to hang out with Jon and every time Damian said that Jon turned down a patrol session usually meant that you were going on a date with him. both of you stared at each other, not knowing what to say.

"small world, eh?" you asked, trying to defuse the tension, "guess we better figure out a way to tell them, huh?" Jon replied as you both heard your phone going off with texts and calls. you opened it to see that Dick, Bruce, Tim, and even Jason and Alfred were frantically calling you.

"hello, what happened?" you asked, picking up Dick's call. "GET HOME NOW!" he yelled through the phone as you heard Damian's screeching voice from the other side, "why? what happened?" you asked, staring at Jon now in fear.

"SHE'S DATING JON? I'M GOING TO KILL HIM BEFORE I KILL HER!" you heard Damian scream before something broke, "pictures of you kissing Jon came to the public on Twitter and he saw them," Jason said, half annoyed.

both of your hearts fell to your stomach as you realized it was now or never. everyone knew of your relationship and it wasn't even something both of you tried to do intentionally. you grabbed Jon's hand, yours shaking in fear as you got into the passenger side of his beat up red truck. he could tell you were beyond scared to go home and he now knew it was time. he had to man up before it got worse and you attempted to break up with him.

once you arrived to Wayne Manor, you sat still, not moving an inch. "it'll be okay darlin', I promise it won't be too bad," he murmured as he opened your door. you nodded as you hopped off and started walking towards the door.

you could hear Damian's yells still going on from the other side door as you opened it. you grasped Jon's hand and walked into the living space, Damian's eyes immediately looking at you before charging to Jon with every ounce of strength he had. Jason quickly grabbed you as Jon dodged him and Damian went straight to attack him again. you couldn't bare to look at the sight and felt tears spring to your eyes as you hid your face into Jason's side.

"hey, you okay?" Jason asked. he could see the tears in your eyes which instantly made him a bit upset. "enough," Jason screamed, catching everyone's attention. Jon and Damian saw the hurt look on your face and as soon as Jon realized you were upset at the fight he was having, he kicked Damian off of him and walked towards you.

he grabbed your hand and whispered an apology into your ear as he stroked your cheek lovingly, "I'm sorry dear but I wasn't expecting Damian to do this," Jon said as Damian watched the way Jon was treating you. a part of him knew that Jon would treat you right. Jon wasn't like your typical average boy but the fact that neither of you told him is what set him off and seeing you being so lovingly with Jon set him off again.

Damian ran towards Jon again but this time, you shielded him which made him stop immediately, "Damian, stop, please," you croaked. Bruce saw you trying to neutralize the situation and stood next to Damian, hinting at him to quit it, "I'm sorry we never told you but the reason why we never did was because we had no idea who the other was. I didn't know Jon was your best friend and clearly didn't know that he was Superboy and he had no idea I was even related to you nevertheless your sister. please, if it's anyone's fault, it's mine," you explained.

Dick, Jason, and Tim stared at Jon who grabbed your hand and pulled you to the side, "and I would have never made the move if I knew she was your sister but we fell in love and it was like a soulmate connection. we were meant for each other and I want her to be in my life. she's it for me," Dick sighed mesmerized as Tim and Jason gagged at the cheesy confession.

Damian growled, "if you even think of hurting her, Clark will be down one son and I mean it. that's my sister and no man will ever be good enough for her. you are my best friend and she might be a pain in my ass, she means the world to me. I will not hesitate to dig your grave and bury you alive if I see one tear of sadness coming down her face," Damian stated before hitting Jon on the shoulder purposely before walking away.

you smiled, your heart swelling at Damian's speech. he never once said anything like that about you and in his Damian way of being, you knew this was his way of accepting your relationship with Jon. you smiled at Jon before giving him a huge kiss on the lips, making your dad and all of your brothers gag at the sight.

"okay, save that shit for privacy, no one needs to see that," Jason said as he walked away. Bruce gave you one look before turning to Jon, "your father knows in case you were wondering but feel free to stay for dinner if you'd like," Bruce said before walking away with Tim and Dick walking away with him.

"I love you," you whispered to Jon as he let out a laugh against your lips, "I love you too and I'm all of this was cleared out." you nodded in agreement as you grasped his hand, "wanna come up to my room? I figured we should catch some sleep before Alfred calls everyone for dinner and Damian starts another fight," Jon agreed, giving you a kiss on your head as the two of you walked up the stairs.

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mskimkaty · 3 years

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URS| J.JH

Fluff, smut

wc: 5k

synopsis: One thing led to another, and you didn’t meant to fuck up, majorly.

warnings: smut, smut with plot, unprotected sex, manhandling, swearing.

"Come on. I promise you it will be fun." You rolled your eyes for god knows how many times as you scan through your biology book. You have an essay due tomorrow and you're idiotic of a brother is asking you to come party tomorrow Friday night.

"Oppa, Really. I have so many papers piling up, and I can't afford to slack off. Ask Taeyong or Johnny Oppa or someone! I know for a fact that you have tons of friends, why are you bothering me?" You brush the strands that poke on your forehead and continued with what you're doing, you're one blunt girl but your brother isn't having any of it today. You heard your Doyoung lets out a sigh and you almost dance in victory assuming that he's gonna kiss your head goodbye and let you have the peace you deserve.

"They are going! Don't you want to come? Everyone's coming including your friends." He pleaded once more and your eyes instantly shoot up at him.

Did they just bail on you on a Friday night? You asked yourself— Maybe, They did.

You continued typing on your laptop while scanning the book placed on your right side. "I don't know, Oppa. I have tons to do. But I'll let you k— fine! I'll come! Okay!" You surrender once You saw that he won't back down from talking and You just need your own sweet peaceful time back. Finally, Doyoung kisses the side of your head "It's a deal, Here is your fav, caramel macchiato," He hands you the drink with a shit-grinning smile that makes him a look like a bunny beading you goodbye before reminding you that's it's a settled deal.

Seriously, he won't last a second with you once he spots his brothers from his damn frat house. You decided to call Seulgi and ask if they really are coming and that imbecile brother of yours, practically lied to your face without blinking. But since it's a Friday night, Seulgi decides to ask the others to come.

On Friday night, the others basically made you a living doll, pampering you here and there, applying cosmetics, and choosing an outfit for you.

"You can't do that, Sooyoung-ah! Y/N's very conservative in that area!" Joohyun shouted at Sooyoung for choosing a black off-shoulder that clings on your shapes like a second skin and deeps lowly in your chest area, the material is thick enough to keep you from the cold air but it leaves you with bare shoulders—still, you don't think it's a good idea, It was already getting cold. "Yeah, that's my main purpose. She has the biggest boobs in this room, why not be proud and parade it? Yah, don't be embarrassed by God's gift, a lot of women want big boobs, especially someone like yours, It's not small but it's not that big to look awkward either, plus, women pay loads of money to have that kind of boobs," She stated.

"I can't believe we're talking about my body parts," you muster all the courage not to punch this Unnie for blabbing nonsense but everyone agreed, either way. "Please don't let me wear that," You begged, already hating the idea. "Unnie, that's too low, just one accidental pull and-" you were cut off from talking when Wendy smirks at you. "Who's going to pull your top? Unless if you're going to have a productive night and let someone pull it down, then yes, definitely. You're going to parade your boobs,"

She's in the fashion department together with Sooyoung and nothing or no one is stopping the two of them when it comes to deciding someone's attire and their opinions are always validated especially when it comes to clothes.

"You gotta be kidding me!" You move out of Sooyoung's hold when Seulgi showed you a nipple tape. "Yah! Kim Y/n! stop acting like a Goddamn pre-schooler and use this already!" Sooyoung Shouted grabbing your arms again and caging you using her arms around your neck.

Fuck your life.

Fuck growing up as a conservative chick, it was hard when you grew up with two older brothers, basically growing up wearing varsity shorts and not the colorful skirts like a normal girl would do. You did go with that off-shoulder top pairing it with a white tennis skirt. Totally parading your cleavage and shoulders not to mention the lack of shorts for protection under your skirt making you want to turn back and walk your way out of this goddamn house. "Hey, look guys I have big boobs." Written in your forehead. Seriously, they won't let you live a peaceful life.

Upon arriving at your brother's frat house, you heard someone whistle "If it isn't our baby Y/n!" Yuta hollered when they spotted Sooyoung and you walking in the foyer towards the inside of the house. It was already packed, empty vodka and beer bottles are already scattered at the side of the kitchen, there was a huge container at the center island that contains different kinds of beers placed in a stack of ice cubes. Your mouth watered. You wouldn't mind a good cold beer.

"Cut it out Yuta, She's not a baby anymore," Seulgi retorted already chugging her second bottle down her throat "I know! It's just that it's my first time seeing her with a skirt and not her brother's pants on." Yuta received dirty glances from the others and a hard punch from Jungwoo who hugged you— his baby sister protectively. You felt Jungwoo's knuckles hit you on your head and you pout your lip at him, "Yah, what are you wearing?" he asks you,

"I know I look ridiculous," you say as you rolled your eyes at him. Jungwoo doesn't think that you looked ridiculous, it's just that, he wasn't used to seeing you wearing girl clothes and not the usual ones where he and Doyoung don't need to protect you from prying eyes around.

"Fuck you, That's my sister you're talking about." Doyoung gives him a playful nudge and Yuta only smiles wickedly like a perverted mad man, you were used to him, though. He was just being himself and teasing you. You were thankful, for hyping you up, so you felt a little confident as you grab for a beer after Donghyuck gives you your first shot of tequila for the night, your throat instantly heats up as you take the liquid in, the night is long.

"Yeah, I'll remember this you fucking moron," you joked, probably ignoring him for the rest of the evening, jokingly. "So this is the famous Phi kappa house," Wendy says looking around, spotting Eunwoo in the process from the living room walking towards your group with Jaehyun in tow, walking behind him while holding a beer in his hand and his phone in the other.

You actually don't know him that very well since you're still a freshman, and you just heard he's from the Architecture department, one of your brother's new frat brothers, Sooyoung mounted that Jaehyun was in an exchange program and was originally from the states, you see him for a few times around campus but that was that. You never greeted each other, unlike the others, or even acknowledge one another.

You scan the living room where everyone is getting wasted from every corner of the house. "Where's Johnny by the way?" Irene asked no one in particular scanning the area. "Getting laid," Eunwoo said pulling Wendy to sit on his lap. There was a brief emotion in her eyes that you can't decipher but you ignore it anyway.

"But Mark said he's with him, though?" Seulgi commented while Eunwoo only shrugged. Yuta and Donghyuck handed each one of you your drinks. Another strong scent of vodka makes it way up to your nostrils, your head spins just by smelling it, Sooyoung grimace at the smell, "This is basically; Vodka with a drop of juice in it."

"Watch out, Noona. The Juice is probably for color only." He whispers and she winces more. "Who the fuck even mixed this?" She asks as she took a sip at her drink. Jaehyun laughs at her.

"Jung fucking Jaehyun!! you little shit," She hollered. "Sorry, Noona." he winks at her and you watch the both of them in the sides. You wished socializing was that easy. You hate how awkward you get sometimes.

"Y/n's not good at drinking." You heard your older brother says and you look at him. "It's fine, let the girl cut some slack besides we have tons of people in the group to take care of her later," Johnny says after suddenly appearing at your side with Mark hugging you. "My favorite human being- Girl, What the fuck are you wearing?!" Mark's hands stayed on your waist and Jungwoo watched as Jaehyun's eyes linger on where Mark's hands was placed around you, he only smiled wickedly as he watches his Hyung chug on his bear problematically.

You gather the courage to drink the vodka in just one gulp. The strong taste leaving a trace in your mouth down your throat. It leaves a cool sensation but at the same time drawing a burning line down your throat. You accidentally made a weird sound and you sounded like a drowning piranha. The others only looked at each other and then bursting out laughing after registering the weird sound you made. Donghyuck hugged you after shouting "My Noona, so cute!!" at the top of his lungs while hugging you tightly.

The night went by, the sound booming in the house as you jam to it in the corner with Jungwoo, Mark, and Donghyuck, Jaehyun tagging along. Sipping in your vodka now and then.

"I'm going out, it's too suffocating in here," I blurted clumsily. As I start to walk, you felt Mark's hands in your arms. "Why?" you asked.

"You're drunk. You don't really think I will let you go on your own. In a party- looking like that." Mark says protectively. "Come with me then." You asked. Mark looked in front feeling conflicted, you followed his gaze and you saw him eyeing a girl who was basically eye-fucking him in return. "Suit yourself." You turn to Donghyuck who were busily conversing with another girl in the side. "I can't believe you choose to get your dick wet first rather than keeping your best friend company." you turn to Jaehyun who was looking at you. "I'll come with you, I was thinking of getting a smoke either way," Jungwoo says.

You clumsily withdraw from Mark's grip. "Fine, I'll take my boring of a brother with me then." Mark nodded seemingly unaffected and Jaehyun only laughs at him as he shakes his head.

You decided to hang in the garden area. "Wait- hey," you turned to face him "Just a minute," Jaehyun leaves his bottle behind before grabbing his leather jacket. You stop mid-sentence a big what the hell is written on your face. "You're not my brother. Where the hell is my brother?" you asked your eyes unfocused. Jaehyun put his jacket on, his bubbly facade was completely gone as he turns to you.

"Well, for starters, you drag me here," Jung Jaehyun says "Oh- my bad. You can go back if you'd like." you sit on one of the chairs in the garden. Closing your eyes in the process waiting for him to walk away but you hear the clang of metal and a chair being dragged instead. You opened your eyes knowingly. Jaehyun, sitting in front of you.

"Well, fresh air isn't that bad, either," like you, Jaehyun closes his eyes for a moment, basking in the silence with the soft bass booming in the background "But it's your party, you should go back, Oppa." you watch him for a second but decides to close your eyes again, the fatigue drowning into your body suddenly, hearing you call him that does wonders inside of him, you honestly don't mind calling him that even though you both weren't in terms to have that kind of relationship yet but you consider all your brother's friends who are much older than you a close friend already.

Jaehyun was wearing his usual black t-shirt with his denim ripped jeans, with his white clean snickers making a sound as he tapped on the floor probably jamming to the music from the house. He always wears black shirts, If not black you sometimes see him wearing white, he was so basic when it comes to his clothes but still looks good that it's maddening. Not that you're checking him out on a daily basis, you had eyes, and you always see him everywhere.

"It's my house, but not my party." He says as you continued drinking from the cup you were holding, you tried offering him the cup you were holding and he reached out for it, you watched the way his Adam's apple move in fascination.

You blinked the thoughts away. The drink making you feel hot, "So why did you transfer here?" you tried making small talks just to ignore the unwanted thoughts about him. He smiled and cocks his head to the side, his smile becoming faint as he stares at your drunken state. you can barely keep your eyes open but still sip from the same cup the both of you were sharing.

"Okay, that's enough." He blurted messily. Even he can't form the right words to say. "Enough with the drinking." He added.

"Are you trying to babysit me?" you asked. Dumbfounded. You laughed at the idea. "You haven't answered my question, though." you sit with your legs crossed and you put your forearms on your knees leaning closer to him, Jaehyun sees the deep in your top, your cleavage showing more than intended, skin glistening under the lights, he moved his eyes away from your form, mentally cursing.

"I just needed the scholarship and the University offered one so I took it." He says, that made you confused for a second, "I thought your family is loaded?" you asked. "Were comfortable," he answered you. Disbelief was written on your face "Isn't that what super-rich Asian kids answer with that type of questions?" he laughs at you. "Both my sisters are also a scholar back at home, I had to be a little competitive, it runs in the family."

Damn.

"They do?" you asked. He shifted his gaze everywhere but you. For some reason you wanted his attention on you, there was a sudden change in his demeanor as the mood between the both of you change, "You're making this hard for me." He says with finality. You tilt Your head to the side. "Then, aren't you going to do something about it ?" you asked laughing. You stood up walking back to the house. He's head moving as his eyes study every move you make, you back up and turn to face him,

"Y/n, I don’t do one night stand," He blurted his lips forming a tight line after, Jaehyun walks to you, grabbing you by the waist, you grab at the back of his neck, taking your time and looking at his lips with the same want he gives. "Then, this is our day one." you say your last words before pulling him for a kiss.

Kissing Jaehyun felt- wet, You felt his arms circle your waist as he hoists you up to cradle him, making you break the kiss. "Won’t you regret this in the morning?" He manages to ask before you dig to taste his lips again. "I still think you’re drunk and will probably regret this in the morning,” He blurted out, you pulled him again lips meeting, “But oppa, that’s not the problem right now, and I really think we should think about that tomorrow.” you convinced him, Jaehyun was having the last bit of patience and he just want to take you to his room and fuck your brain senseless.

This kind of confidence is new to you, though, this wasn't your first time getting laid, it wasn't like you do this normally, either. You still remembered your first time, it was during your senior year, there was this one guy who acts like he swept you off of your feet but doesn't even last 5 minutes into the sex, his dick wasn't small per se, but it wasn't that big either, though, you can't really tell, it's not like you have seen lots of different male sex to compare, you remember it had hurt, and just, hurt in general. He sucked at sex and only minded his own release, penetrating you without getting you wet first. Your mind came back to Jaehyun when he sucks at the skin below your right ear and you shivered at the pleasure. You don't even understand the logic of you kissing Jung Jaehyun when you're not that close. What would Doyoung and Jungwoo think? or how would they even react? "What are you thinking?" Jaehyun broke the kiss once again, feeling that you're somehow distracted. His thumb draws small circles at the inside of your thighs and you cling to him as he walks through the back door to the basement of the house where it was exclusive for the members only. and I'm kissing him.

Once inside, he put you down, "Just thinking of my brothers," you answered. "Please don't tell me you're going to back out and leave me hot and bothered."

"Of course not." you pull him back down and attached your lips to his, Jaehyun broke the kiss once again and lead you to the stairs up to his room, the lack of people made you look at him questioningly but he just pulls at your hand, Jaehyun opened the door to his room, shoving you against it and kissing you desperately. You moaned at the pain shooting at your back, something flashed in his eyes; realizing how manhandling affects you.

He broke the kiss and study your reaction. "You can't keep doing this to me." He manages to say. You were so ready and wet for him, and he's not even doing anything to you besides kissing you. Jaehyun lowered his head on your neck just where your weak spot is and a soft moan escape from your lips.

You pushed him back as you kiss him, backing up until the both of you fell to the mattress of his bed with you straddling him. Tonight was supposed to be just a normal girl's night out. But, here you are making out with Jung Jaehyun, both of your brother's best mate.

You are so fucked up.

Jaehyun lowered his head and attached his lips to your neck, lapping on it just where your weak spot is as a soft moan escapes from your lips. Jaehyun, he can't even control his urges at this point anymore, seems like keeping his hands off of you would be a problem in the future, the heat in his lower body was already rising as he kissed your slightly parted lips. Your body was a victim of him, your sight getting blurry at the intensity of his kisses. Jaehyun run little kisses down your skin, removing your top in one go, as much as he thinks you look fucking good on it, he wants nothing to do with it.

Jaehyun's breath hitched when he saw your bare chest. You mentally pat your head for going against the nipple tape, it would be fucking embarrassing to get rid of it in this situation. He grabs your breast causing you to flinch, a sigh-like moan escaping your lips, His fingers painlessly kneaded the mounds of your breasts, distorting them erotically in his palm.

Jaehyun find your scent sweet, he was marking you inside his head,

Mine,

He was hooked with intense possessiveness and desire, palming you through your undies, making you ark your back against the bed and rubbing your heat against his hands for much better friction, you were so, so close. The heat in your core being unbearable.

"You keep surprising me with how dirty you are," he murmured against your ears when he realized you were just wearing your undies without a protective shorts. Jaehyun played with the hem of your panties before ripping them off you. "Let's keep the skirt, I want to fuck you in it."

"You're fucking unbelievable, Oppa. What am I going to wear later?" you ask while heaving, waiting for his next move that he'll do. Jaehyun took one breast into his mouth and sucked on it, his tongue lapped around your stiff bud, biting it lightly before repeating, something hot flowed from your already wet core, making the two of you stop at your ministration, "fuck, fuck, fuck." you chant like a mantra.

Jaehyun couldn't believe that you're coming just from that. Your body was so responsive that the idea got him rock hard in instant. You turn away when Jaehyun strips from his clothes, embarrassed to see him naked so suddenly, his cock springing up, your mouth watering at the sight, Jaehyun grabs at your ankles when you come down from your high, you turning limp but doesn't protest, spreading you apart and positioning his self between your legs. Then, an overwhelming force suddenly pierced through you in one go, moaning at the delicious stretch you felt with being filled by his cock.

You were a moaning mess by now, Your pupils dilated, choosing to breathe as Jaehyun rams at you anomalistically, you felt dizzy by the sudden intense pleasure of being overstimulated, your sensitive walls squeezed tight as if rejecting him,

Jaehyun growled against your skin, "Fuck, baby, loosen up, You're too tight."

One more thrust and Jaehyun already got you spasming around him, Jaehyun grunted lowly. "How obscene, I just put it in and your body likes it so much." your face heat up in embarrassment, body tightening on him causing him to let out a suppressed groan as he comes undone inside you.

You smirk at him, watching his expression as you flex your thighs around him, prolonging his orgasm, his eyes trembled holding down your forearm above your head, "You like it, Oppa?" you asked smugly at him, tired, and being over-stimulated also by him. "How fun," you wrapped your legs around his waist and tightly squeezed where your lower abdomens met.

"Y/n," He growled, seeing your eyes sparkling with mischievousness, Jaehyun's lips curved oddly, deciding to play the game you were playing, he smirked and grab at your thighs, pulling them apart, he pulled out and rammed back inside, hard. You screamed at the pleasure, you know it was the beginning of a fierce-long night of sex that's seemed to never end. Jaehyun's hard erect cock penetrating endlessly through you, tormenting at the same time pleasuring you.

you screamed against him, forgetting the party going downstairs and ignoring the phone chiming down the floor with all the worried text messages from your brothers and Unnies. Halfway through, the two of you lost your senses with how good the fuck is, you falling asleep as fatigue runs through your body after Jaehyun manages to pull four more orgasms in you.

Rays of the sun coming from the outside sipping through the curtained window were hot against your skin, making you come to your senses. You look at the unfamiliar vicinity, every piece of furniture was unfamiliar to you. A big flat-screen television hangs on the wall in front of the bed. You look down to see your clothes lying together with an unknown shirt and pants on the ground.

You moved slightly. Groaning because of the pain you felt. Horror strikes your face when you registered that someone's arm was draped in your bare stomach.

Holy fucking shit

You lifted your head to see someone sleeping beside you. A mop of brown hair greeted you, thinking hard to remember the past events of last night. Flashbacks of last night start to flood in your memory and you mentally slap your face. You wanted to scream your heart out in pure panic and stupidity but that wouldn't be a nice idea. Instead, you slowly lift his arm, got out of the bed, and pick your clothes up, Horrified at your ripped undies.

you ran to the bathroom as quietly as possible. Turning the faucet on as you see your reflection in the mirror. Red marks were all over your neck and chest. What the hell did you do last night? No, why did you do that last night?!

You quickly get dressed. You need to get the hell out of here before he wakes up and asks you questions even you don't know how to answer yourself, worst being rejected straight up and be doomed for the rest of your college life.

You left. Hopefully, without leaving any traces behind. When you got home Wendy was watching the television. Upon entering, she bombards you with questions, asking why you can't be contacted only then you remembered you don't have your phone with you. fuck, way to go on not leaving any traces behind. You borrowed her phone and tried to dial your number.

"Hello?" a man's voice answered the call and you instantly cut the call off. You know it's him. How can you forget the voice of the man screaming your name against your eras last night?

You change into more comfortable clothes after taking a long cold shower, if only you can remove every trace of what happened last night, the evidence is all over your body. It's already 3 in the afternoon, your headache isn't helping with the situation, and you self-pity yourself in your room.

You cried because of your stupidity. Goddamn that alcohol, You swear to never drink again. You heard a knock on your door. Wendy's head pocking from outside. "Can I come inside?" you manage to say a small yes.

"What happened to you?" She asked. You tried to form a suitable lie inside your head but Wendy bit you to it. "The last time I saw you last night was when you were dragging Jaehyun outside and you two never come back inside, again."

in fact, you did, using the back door.

You know you can easily dodge the question but Instead, the guilt it you out of humiliation. "Unnie, can we not talk about this?" you cried. Wendy left after consulting you once more, you were grateful that she didn't push you to talk about it.

The nect day, Jungwoo visited your apartment handing you, your phone back. "Jaehyun Hyung give this to me, says it was yours." you waited for him to ask you questions about your whereabouts but he didn't, still he didn’t let the opportunity slide to make fun of you and Jaehyun.

On Monday you were at a café near the University's entrance when you felt someone sit next to you, you look up from your book to see who it was and after hours and hours of hiding from that person; here he is sitting next to you.

He dared not to look at you, voluntarily pack your things, ready to escape when you heard him say "You know we need to talk things through." you looked at him in horror. Why can't he just let this slide? why does he care so much? I've been ignoring his calls, He probably put his contact number on your phone before Jungwoo came and returned it to you.

"Can we just pretend that it never happened?" you blurted. "That was a one-night thing. We were both drunk. Can't you just let it be? Just thank me for it. I won't add from all the girls you banged and probably want's your support or want something from you." you harshly retort.

"What?" he asked you frowning, both of you looked at each other before he breaks contact and looks away. instantly turning a bright shade of pink. "Just, forget it." you blurted and walk off.

You vented all your anger in your classes, putting all your focus on every subject, by the time you were done with your last subject, you spotted Jung Jaehyun outside your class waiting, both hands in his jean pockets, his hair looks like he'd been running his fingers on it all day, his white t-shirt was clinging to his body, his orange ID lace tells him from the architect department.

You lowered your head, hugging your books closer in your chest, trying your best to walk past him without him seeing you. "Y/n." warm hands grab your left arm, you jolted from his touch as if you were electrified. You reacted by moving away from him, giving him more space than you intended, Jaehyun on the other hand looks angry. This reaction made him think that you were disgusted with what happened between you two, when you're really not, Halting from your steps you stood face to face with him.

"Oppa, what are you doing?" you asked, looking around as he attempts to hold your arm again but you panicked when you saw some curious eyes on both of you and the last thing you wanted was for the student body's attention on you. You jerk from his touch "I told you to drop this." you whispered, walking away from him but being the tall guy that he is, it made no effort for him to walk up beside you. You fasten your pace but to no avail, was useless to him.

"We need to talk," he said as he drags you to the gym, both of them entered the locker room where the lights were off only the lights coming from the outside were your source to see his face.

His face turns into a frown. "Stop taking me as a joke," he blurted. If he thinks you're taking this or him as a joke, he was wrong. You just want this to never happen and you don't want to be one of those girls on the lists that he victimized, you beg to defer. plus, talk about being scared of the rejection, you don't want it happening to you to the point that you started pushing him away.

"Why? Do you think this is a joke for me? I won't waste my time searching or even waiting for you if I think of this as a joke." shocked was evident on your face and he attempts to touch you. "Don't !" I squealed, putting my hands in the air across his face to stop him. "You know, I told you I don’t do one night stand with just anybody.” he says, you racked your head searching for a specific moment and then you remember how you practically throw yourself at him even going to the lengths of saying that night was your first day as a couple.

"I feel disgusted by myself don't you know that? you want to talk? Fine, I don't want to be rejected, honestly, I'm saving my face from the humiliation, we had sex," you hysterically said. "Just because we were both drunk!"

you breathed some air in your lungs, a dumbfounded Jaehyun in front of you. "Don't look at me like that."

"You don't understand," he said seriously. “Im not taking no as an answer, you brought this up on your ownself.”

"What? don't understand what?" you asked. you ran your fingers through your hair, seriously getting tired of this. both of you were just running in circles. you couldn’t believe Jaehyun was like this, like a lost puppy, looking like a lost puppy, "If you think I don't understand the situation, then don't you think you should elaborate it more for me?" you asked. You both locked eyes, he's obviously thinking, finding the right words to talk you into this. He put his hands in his pockets. "This is different, at least for me," was the only thing he said.

"I don't believe you. and I don't need you to be responsible," you said. "Oppa, Just please forget it," you turn around and walk once again ready to leave him as a handgrip your arm but this time pulling you back harshly to be faced by him again.

You felt yourself collide with his rock hard body, his lips on yours as you tried to focus your eyes on him, you accidentally drop all the books that you have when you felt him put his other hand on the back of your neck, kissing you deeply and pulling you incredibly close, leaving no air to pass through you and him. Stuck in the same position, you did not dare to move.

He reached for your face and deepen the kiss. "What the hell-" you pushed him away but for some reason, your energy leaves the soul out of you.

He slightly nibbles at your lower lip and you automatically responded with the same urge his giving you, knowing this is wrong and that you should probably stop this, but your mind and body won't cooperate and you suddenly remembered the sensation he makes you feel back then, thinking about the situation, kissing in a dark place with only the two of you making lewd noises made you wet down there. A soft moan escapes your lips as his fingers slightly gaze at your skin just underneath your blouse.

"We both know what we want. And obviously, your body doesn't lie," he said, eyes the darkest shade as he gazes down on you with a smirk on his lips.

"Is this how you get to bed girls? because you totally got me."

"No, I'm telling you, I want you. In every way possible."

yeah, short fic for my bub so what :(((

#jaehyun smut #jung jaehyun #jaehyun #nctsmut #nct scenarios #nct jaehyun #nct x reader #nct 127

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elephart-hi · 3 years

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The Mortal Maiden: Witch AU

Chapter 1: A (doomed) Mission at Hollow Hall

with a Jude wip for a larger piece, I'm doing for this fic!!!

Set during The Cruel Prince

Summary: For her whole life in Elfhame, Jude had been convinced that mortals were unable to do magic. She clearly remembers Madoc telling her that there were no witches in fairyland. She assumed he meant that they didn't exist, not that they had been hunted into extinction. During one of her missions at hallow hall, Jude received information about a spell that requires a unicorn and a witch and her whole world gets turned sideways as she discovers why they were eradicated. After another mission where Jude saves a strangers life, an ancient grimoire finds its way to her bed with a note from the stranger thanking her for saving them and warning her to only read the spellbook but not to practice the magic within, lest she wishes to be burned by the folk. Jude heeded the warning as if Oriana had given it to her herself, that is she completely ignored it and did what she shouldn't. Tensions are high as the coronation swiftly approaches and Jude finds herself more deeply entwined with the web of lies that ties the Greenbriar line together than ever before. With nothing but her wits and her secret sender to aid her magical studies, Jude can only hope to make it out unscathed.

Rating: Mature but not explicitly till later chapters!

Ao3 chapter 2

AN: This is set during the cruel prince. I absolutely love the different character development of the characters from book to book. Specifically, Jude in book one being like I have no clue how to be a spy I’m going to fucking die and it’s my fault for making a deal with Dain! curse me, god! Always made me laugh. So playing with that and with Cardan’s talking door. I like to think the door can move around hollow hall so that is a headcanon in here. We were robbed of spy jude content and all it’s potential so here. we get to the witches later I promise

Jude Duerte had, on numerous occasions now, cursed herself for thinking she could ever be a spy in fairyland. For starters, she was a seventeen-year-old mortal up against fairies a hundred years her senior. Her mortality happened to be the very reason she couldn’t use magic, which brings us to the second reason being a spy was a foolish, foolish thing for her to be: she was at a monumental disadvantage to everyone else in fairyland because they were magical assholes by nature.

As she raced through the crowded party at Hollow Hall, ducking between dancers and enslaved mortals caring trays of fairie wine, trying to avoid the guards who caught her stealing, Jude realized that being mortal had another disadvantage since it probably made her incredibly disposable to Dain, the prince she served under and who she was, for all intents and purposes, enslaved to thanks to the geas she struck with him. Her death would be of little consequence to the prince.

She reached her hand out and grabbed the ostentatiously carved banister to her right, using it to swing her momentum in a direction where the guards wouldn't have her surrounded. She barrelled into a stairwell hidden from the view of the ball as people started shouting. Jude had at least remembered something she’d learned from her short time training in the spy’s keep: always find multiple exit routes. She had scouted out the stairwell before her mission had gone sideways as she mingled amongst the folk.

She raced up the stairs nearly tripping on her gown as she began her climb, heart racing so fast she thought it would burst out of her corset. Her geas with Dain would protect her from fairy enchantments but it wouldn't protect her from being impaled by a sword or spear. Regardless of how skilled she was with a blade herself, ten immortal guards against one human did not seem like good odds.

As Jude continued her ascent she realized that her exit route was less of an exit and more of a path further into the manor. The roach would have her neck for her idiocy… If she lived to ever see him again. She should have gone for the servant’s quarters instead, she thought with a groan. From there she already knew her way out of the manor. She didn’t think she would have guards chasing her on her way out so she had, rather foolishly, assumed she would be able to explore more of the massive grounds and figure out the layout better for the next time Dain sent her here to spy on his elder brother: Prince Belkin. Now Jude just hoped she would live to see another night, much less another mission.

As she continued her ascent up the round cobblestone stairwell, the noise of the party became lost to her and she couldn’t hear the guards in pursuit anymore. Perhaps her quick exit had been in her benefit after all. If she had gone for the servant’s quarters they surely would have seen her use it and would have gone after her. Each turn up the stairs, she passed a candle in an alcove, lighting the cobblestone steps beneath her. She paused to rest on a dark step outside the reach of the candle’s glow, lest someone use the stairs and see her hunched over in its flickering light catching her breath.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out the note she not so subtly nipped from her target. Right as she had grabbed the note out of his pocket, a fairy with copious amounts of cologne passed her and made her sneeze. The messenger in front of her immediately spun around but before he could get a word out Jude had him in a chokehold; his cries for help dying in his throat. She had thought herself so clever until the goblet in his hand clattered to the floor, gaining the attention of a nearby guard. Then she had felt like an idiot, as the guard called for reinforcements.

The manor would be crawling with them now, but they would all be looking for a fairy with horns, yellow eyes, and pointed ears. Jude had gotten the costume from a gothic store in the mall of the mortal lands and tonight it proved to be useful. She chuckled to herself as she pulled the horns from her hair and removed the fake ears and colored contact lenses. She tucked them all into a large pocket of her skirt, making sure to put her contacts into their case. Once her breath had settled and she looked nothing more than a mortal servant again, Jude continued her ascent up the stairs, hoping that she wouldn't gain any more unnecessary attention until she was a long way from the manor and back in the safety of the spy’s keep.

Once she reached the door atop the stairs, Jude leaned her ear against the wood, listening for any potential passersby in the hall. She nearly pissed herself and fell back down the flight of stairs when a doorknocker, which certainly hadn’t been on the door when she leaned against it, blinked and spoke to her.

“Looking for trouble or hiding from it, my dear”

Jude didn’t have a clue what to say. What does one even say to a doorknocker? No matter how long she has lived in fairyland, the world and its strange magic always managed to perplex her. So she just stared at the metal face that was now molded into the door completely dumbfounded.

“You’re being rude.”

Jude shook herself from her stupor, and raised her chin, “Neither. What would make you think I was in any kind of trouble?”

“Probably something to do with you pressing your ear to the door to see if the coast was clear,” the doorknocker said with a stern face.

Jude pressed her lips together. Once again cursing herself for thinking she could be a spy. It was obvious that she wasn’t the encorcelled servant she was posing to be. She internally groaned; the stars were certainly against her tonight. If she said she was hiding from trouble she would be admitting to some extent of guiltiness; with that thought a scheme started taking form in her mind.

“Looking for it,” she said decidedly, mustering up a smirk that she didn’t feel, “do you know where I could find any?”

The door squinted at her, judging the truth of her words as he eyed her round ears, “try the second to the last door on the right,” he said, swinging open for her with a returning smirk on his metal face that made Jude uneasy.

“Perfect,” she replied mustering more false bravo into her voice, “and afterward when I need to hide from the trouble I find what direction would you point me in?”

The door beamed at her then, a grin stretching the brass of its face.

“Down the hall past that door there will be a stairwell hidden behind a tapestry depicting a pixie orgy. Take the stairs to the bottom and you will find yourself at the stables,” the door still smirked at her, as if he knew what she had been planning all along.

Jude curtsied at him and went on her way, planning on foregoing the ‘looking for trouble’ bit but, to her surprise, the doorknocker’s face appeared on the backside of the door when it closed behind her. Jude was certain now that the doorknocker hadn’t been there when she arrived. It must be enchanted to move as it pleased. Now he watched every step she took. Jude would have thought it a very clever way of safeguarding one’s manor if the door was not a huge liability for her now.

As she proceeded down the carpeted hall, the doorknocker’s face magicked from one door to the next, smirking at her as she made her way past ancient doors, scenic art of battles and kings long past, and tapestries woven by the hands of skilled sprites. Every inch of the hall radiated extravagance, much like the two fairy princes who lived here.

She had no option but to go ‘looking for trouble’ now, Jude realized with irritation, not if she wanted the door to keep quiet about her lurkings. However, Jude hardly needed to look for trouble, she could hear the cries of guards searching the manor for a thief. She had already found enough of it today as is.

When she reached the second to the last door on the right, the one the doorknocker had instructed her to find, she realized that she recognized it from her last mission at Hollow Hall. Her stomach felt squeamish at the memories it brought up. Of Belkin and the belt. Of the owner of this room kneeling on the floor taking the beating.

The annoying doorknocker appeared on the wooden door, right in front of her face, his eyes squinting at her.

“Just what kind of trouble will I be getting into?” she asked, “is Cardan inside?”

Jude dreaded the answer. The door probably brought her here to turn her into him. She had the sinking feeling that she was a dead man walking. She could only imagine what Cardan would do to her when he caught her, mind drifting to the note with her name furiously scrawled onto it over and over again. A chill ran down her spine.

“I was assuming you were looking for the fun kind of trouble, Jude,” the door replied, his brass eyes glinting in mischief as he said her name as if he knew exactly what she had been thinking of. She wondered if he had watched her steal the book from Cardan’s room. She wondered how he knew her name. The torches of the corridor cast a golden gleam on the metalworking of his brass face, the craftsmanship reminded her of her father’s blades and metalworking. Her chest squeezed at the memories of her late father, but not before she shuddered at whatever the door considered being ‘fun’.

“How did you know it was my young prince’s chambers?” the door asked dubiously, suspicion laced his voice. Perhaps he hadn’t witnessed her previous mission after all.

Jude ignored his question since he ignored one of hers, “how did you know my name?” she snarked back.

The doorknocker averted his eyes, clearly not wanting to answer. She smirked and continued.

“What would you do if I were to bolt?”

“Then my prince would hear of your suspicious whereabouts,” he replied, a smirk returning to his metal face. Jude wasn't sure which prince he referred to, Belkin or Cardan. She knew one was worse than the other. Cardan was only nineteen with no true courtly power since he was still in school. Belkin on the other hand was the eldest prince to the High King, was centuries old, and was in no shortage of power.

Jude realized, as the sound of the guards searching the manor grew closer, that she had no options that were beneficial to her. She did, however, have one option that was far better than the other. The guards in question would be in the hall at any second by the sound of it. She could either bolt now, get captured by them, and have the doorknocker spill her secrets... or she could face whatever was on the other side of this door.

For all that she knew Cardan could still be at the revel a few floors down. Drunk on wine and merriment like he always was and balls deep in a pretty sprite.

The door swung open in front of her, leaving her no chance to rethink her decision as she stepped inside the threshold of the chamber, closing the door behind her. On the other side, she could hear the guards storming into the hall where she had just been standing.

“My prince,” the doorknocker called out, his face now on the backside of the door, peering inside the room, “your mortal maiden has come calling for you.”

Jude’s heart plummeted to her stomach. She couldn’t believe she had hoped that Cardan would still be enjoying the festivities downstairs. Ugh! Of course, the knocker would’ve known he was inside. He could magic from room to room after all. It seemed that the stars truly were against her that night.

She smashed her eyes shut in fear of what was to come next but all she was met with grumbling coming from the beautiful four-poster bed.

Jude peeked her eyes open and saw that Cardan hadn’t even bothered looking up to acknowledge the door. He laid on his bed sprawled out on his side, head hunched over with his nose shoved into a book, his black hair hanging in his eyes. He had one of his black nails caught between his teeth as his eyes darted across the page. He looked so... disarming like this. Nothing like the wicked boy she had come to know at school.

He probably hadn’t the slightest clue about the chaos Jude had caused downstairs, as he sat there completely wrapped up in his own world. From the way he was positioned, Jude guessed he was getting to an interesting part of his book. From behind him, Jude spotted his tail darted in and out of sight, swatting from side to side. It was almost humorous watching his tail change its pace as his eyes flew across the page; the tail speeding up and slowing down depending on what he read before him. This was a wholly unique side to Cardan she had never seen before, not at school, nor the palace revels, nor during her spy missions. So this was the person Cardan was when he was all alone?

The Cruel Prince of Elfhame was… a bookworm?

The door grumbled beside her loudly, clearing his throat, while a small incredulous smile tugged the corners of Jude’s lips.

“In a minute,” Cardan drawled slowly, as though speaking through honey, like his words had to travel all the way back from whatever far off land the book had charted him off to.

“My prince,” the doorknocker urged.

“I’m in the middle of a very important scene, my door, I don’t care for your taunts right now,” Cardan grumbled to the doorknocker, putting the same amount of emphasis on ‘my door’ as the door had on ‘my prince’. They were obviously very familiar with each other from how they spoke. “And she’s not ‘my’ anything!”

The knocker barked out a laugh followed by a wink towards Jude and with that, he vanished. Leaving her alone with Cardan. She turned to the door and tried the handle but it held firm, refusing to turn. She heard the sound of the doorknocker chuckling from the other side of the door; standing guard and locking her inside to face whatever punishment Cardan deemed fit for her. She dreaded what was to come but... he had yet to even notice her there.

Cardan reached over to the bedside table with the hand he had held hostage between his full lips and grabbed a goblet of wine from a tray of cheese, faerie fruit, and crackers. From what she could see before her, Jude decided that Cardan had the makings for a wonderful night of relaxation. The sight made something stir within her, perhaps she did want to look for trouble. How privileged of him to be able to sit here with such comforts while Jude had to enslave herself in a geas and become a spy just to get a scrap of power. He had everything she did not.

Jude realized that there would be no better trouble to find than a chance to ruin Cardan’s perfect night. And just as he was getting to the good part of his book she thought with bitter humor. Boohoo! The poor little prince! She rolled her eyes as resentment swelled within her. Resentment and rancorous jealousy. If the stars wanted her in trouble tonight then who was she to work against them.

She looked him over; his hair the color of raven feathers looked as if he had raked his hands through it a few times, probably in distress for whatever was happening in his book. How lucky he was that he only had to worry about his book and--

--and Balekin's wrath.

All schemes of trouble froze at the sickening memory of the wet sound of Cardan’s blood meeting the leather belt. The memory was a cooling draught to the burning resentment that boiled within her. Perhaps his books were a means of escape from the abuse he endured…

But none of that excused the bullshit he put her through at school! Jude was made to feel small every day since she was stolen away from the mortal world, but you don’t see her taking it out on every person she met.

And just like that, her resentment began to simmer anew. Although less powerful.

She continued to look him over, contemplating just how to ruin his night of relaxation. No adornments graced his ears for once, nor rings on his fingers. Cardan wore a plain sleep shirt whose strings were loose, leaving much of his lean chest exposed; she could see bits of his scars peeking over his shoulders.

Jude thought again about how strange it was seeing him like this. He was still heartbreakingly as handsome as usual except now, with the lack of finery and makeup, Jude almost found him more lovely. All the extravagance that he draped himself in distracted from how naturally breathtaking he was on his own. Now with nothing to distract from his unearthly beauty, Jude found herself almost speechless at the sight of him. It made her furious. How could someone so lovely on the outside be so hideous within?

Jude shook the annoying thoughts from her head and tried the door once more. Locked. Damn it.

Seeing no other option, Jude cleared her throat and spoke at last.

“I supposed I could come back another time then, your majesty,” she sunk into a curtsy to hide her grin when she heard him choke on his wine, realizing that he wasn't alone in his room.

“I would hate to interrupt... especially if you’re ‘in the middle of a very important scene’,” she phrased the last bit like a question, implying its inherent rudeness to dismiss someone over something as trivial as a good book. Although if Jude were to be honest with herself, she wouldn't mind that being a reasonable excuse to dismiss someone.

She looked up and barely choke down the laugh that tried to bubble out of her throat at the sight before her. Of a flabbergasted Cardan with wine now staining the front of his sleep shirt and his black eyes ringed with gold bugging out of his head at the sight of her. He may be beautiful but he looked ridiculous at that moment.

“Now how does your door know my name and why did he refer to me as your maiden?”

chapter 2

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Chapter 1: The company

Chapter 2: The Journey Begins

I pulled the rope, fastening my bag to one of the ponies. I didn't speak to anyone the next morning, besides no one was going to try to talk to me anyway. The company would only speak to their kin, and as I passed by heading to the front of the line I was given dirty looks. Except for Kili, he smiled and waved but his brother shoved his arm down, scolding him for even looking my way. I sighed and walked past some more dwarves, and each scowl gave me a funny feeling in my heart. I couldn't understand what it was, but it hurt deeply, like knives to my soul.

"Y/n." Gandalf greeted me with a smile, letting me pass by. "Once we're out of the shire, you will scout ahead and report anything back to us." He leaned down slightly, so I could only hear. "We're also making a bet on if Bilbo is coming, wish to participate?" I looked towards the rest, they all seemed to be having fun. The talk of the Hobbit showing up again brought them entertainment.

"No, we're heading into a dark path Gandalf. If I were to partake in their silly affairs I'd only ruin the fun." He groaned, standing up straight to get on his horse.

"You know, it won't hurt to have a little bit of fun. You'll be riding with Thorin, for now, being in the front will give you the advantage to take in your surroundings." He was right, in the front of the line I would be able to listen to the woods, there was something dark out there. Something will be following us, I don't know what, but whatever it is it's not good.

"Are you sure he's alright with the idea of me riding with him?" He grimaced at the question, I should have figured Thorin wasn't going to accept it.

"He's not happy, just don't antagonize him and you'll be alright." My very presence puts him on edge, speaking of the devil he came up behind me with those blue orbs piercing into mine. He didn't say a word to me, he just climbed onto his pony looking ahead. Hesitantly I go to climb on but his hand stretched out, he was waiting for me to take it.

"Hurry up we don't have all day." He growled, quickly I pulled myself on and sat in front of him. I gasped at his warmth, it felt nice with his chest against my back. "Lead." His gruff voice made me shiver, I kicked the pony lightly and she went off. We made our way down the path, passing multiple Hobbits that were nearby. One was a child, a small girl about half the size of me. She waved with a wide grin, I couldn't help but wave back eagerly. It's been a while since I've seen children, my kind barely has any men around. The cold blast killed most of our soldiers who were men, so not a lot of children are born these days. Let's just hope those reports will save my people, and we can have a fresh start with alliances. "So, does all of your kind have wings like yours?" His question surprised me, he wanted to know more about my kin? Why? Was he planning for war?

"Why do you want to know? Are you planning to kill us all already?"

"I am just curious about your race, I haven't heard much about it. From the tales my grandfather and father told me, most don't have wings unless they're born with it."

"Hm." I knew all about their race, and the fact that he wanted to know more about mine intrigued me. "Some have wings, it depends on if you have a certain gene in your blood."

"How big is your homeland?"

"It was huge, bigger than the city of Erebor. Yet where we live now, is small considering your kind took our home." I snarled, he took a deep breath, probably to calm himself. His hands then gripped my cloak, and he pulled me against his chest roughly.

"I suggest you don't annoy me, for I won't be responsible for what happens to you on this trip." He was threatening me, I bet if we were attacked he'd leave me for dead.

"And I suggest you let go of me, I won't kill you but I think you'll be fine with a few fingers missing." I turned my head to face him, he was extremely close, our noses almost touching. Reluctantly he leaned back slightly, releasing me from his hold.

"I can't wait to reclaim my homeland, then I'll have you out of my sight. I won't have to deal with your kind anymore, your murderers. I don't know what Gandalf was thinking."

"He was thinking, that your weak, too weak to take down a dragon. If you want me to help you, I recommend you be friendly for I can easily leave you behind. I'll find a way into that mountain myself, so watch your words Thorin Oakenshield." He went to protest but was interrupted by shouting, it was Bilbo running from the entrance of the shire. We were in the middle of the woods now, I pull on the reigns to stop from going any further. Bilbo ran towards us, waving the contract in his hand, panting heavily.

"I signed it." He exclaims, panting heavily as he handed the contract to Balin. Balin pulls out a monocle to check the paper. It looked like Bilbo had brought everything from home with him.

"Everything appears to be in order. Welcome, Master Baggins, to the company of Thorin Oakenshield." Balin smiles, and surprisingly it didn't disappear when his eyes met mine. The warm smile made me happy, didn't he hear the rumors people had spread about my kind? Why was he so nice to me?

"Give him a pony," Thorin ordered, nudging me to keep going which I obey.

"No, no, no, no. That-That won’t be necessary. Thank you. I’m sure I can keep up on foot. Yeah, I’ve done my fair share of walking holidays, you know? Even got as far as Frog Morton once." Bilbo refuses, but they didn't listen to his cries. Suddenly two of the dwarves grab hold of his arms, pick him up, and placed him directly on Minty. As we all rode along in the woods, I could hear the dwarves talking to each other.

"Come on, Nori! Pay up!" Oin demanded, the sound of coins clinking together reached my ears.

"The rest of the dwarves took gambles on if Mr. Baggins would show," Thorin explained, however, I already knew this due to Gandalf.

"What about you Thorin? Did you participate?" I said looking at him, he shook his head laughing slightly.

"I don't participate in silly affairs, though if I did I would've guessed he wouldn't have come." I can see how that's true, sometimes people just don't want to leave home. They'd rather stay in their safe comfy beds, and I was one of them. "You seem deep in thought." My cheeks turned red as I realized I had been staring at him the entire time.

"I'm alright." Clearing my throat awkwardly only to hear Bilbo shouting about something else.

"Uh-wait, wait. Stop! Stop! We have to turn around." Thorin groaned and I slowed the pony down, waiting to hear Bilbo's excuse.

"What on earth is the matter?" Gandalf wondered, he was riding a larger horse than the rest of us.

"I forgot my handkerchief." We can't just stop and go back because of some handkerchief, it would only be a waste of time.

"Here! Use this." Bofur rips off a bit of cloth from his robe and throws it to Bilbo, who looks at it with disgust.

"Move on!" Thorin announces, and I continue down the path of our journey. Later that night, we stopped by the entrance of a small cave. I slept close to the edge of the entrance, my wings keeping me warm and hidden from the others. That's when I heard shuffling behind me, it was Thorin setting down his sleeping bag.

"Did you miss me already?" I joked, making him roll his eyes annoyed.

"One of us has to watch you, you might try and kill us in our sleep." I just turned back around, curling back up into a small ball. It was colder outside than I expected, I should've brought warmer clothes. I shivered as a gust of wind blew our way, it took a while for me to fall asleep. The cold wasn't helping me at all, but I finally managed to sleep into unconsciousness. That is until I woke up to howls, not just any normal howls, wargs. I sat up, searching the area, getting ready to strike if I had to. The orcs were far off into the distance but I saw them, I could feel the evilness radiating off of them.

"You think that’s funny? You think a night raid by orcs is a joke?" Thorin yelled making me turn to him, he stood up abruptly, his fur coat missing. That's when I realized it was on me, he had laid his coat on me to keep me warm but why? What was his reason for being kind to me?

"We didn’t mean anything by it," Kili stated, looking down at the ground in shame.

"No, you didn’t. You know nothing of the world." Thorin angrily walks off, I had an urge to go try and cheer him up. He did give me his coat, after all, I could at least do something nice. Slowly I made my way over to him, he hadn't sensed my presence yet.

"Thorin?" I called letting out a small yawn. He didn't face me, instead, he kept his gaze pit on the horizon.

"Go away." He ordered but I refused to listen, my feet made their way next to him. He scowled at me, but said nothing else, he only just crossed his arms. His hand caught my attention, it was bigger than most, his fingers were twice the size of mine. Without thinking I tugged on it, making his eyes avert to me. I placed my hand against him, comparing the sizes. "Y/n?" He mutters, wondering what I was up to.

"Your hands, they're so much bigger than mine. For such tiny men, you certainly have large fingers, it's fascinating." I looked up at him, his eyes widened at my comment. "You know as a child I used to wonder what the tiny men of our world looked like, I tried to learn everything about dwarves that I could. My kingdom's library had multiple books about your culture, I have to admit it was interesting to learn about your courting styles."

"You know of our courting ritual?"

"Of course, I know everything about each race. I was a very strange child at that age, yet one question remained unanswered. Why do dwarves keep their hair long?" He smiled at my curiosity, those deep blue ocean eyes stared at me in adoration. Though those furious eyes returned, and he angrily pulled his hand away.

"You shouldn't be asking questions about courting, it's not as if anyone would marry your kind anyway." He lifted his hand, glaring at it in disgust. "Now I have to wash away the filth you have spread upon me." My heart broke a little as if a piece had shred from the flesh. As he stormed off I wondered what ran through his mind, he was the sweet innocent man a few seconds ago. What made him irritated with me? Thorin went back to the place we had been sleeping, and he grabbed his cloak moving to the other side of the camp. Each dwarf turned their head my way, and only three of them grinned at me.

"I'll keep watch," I spoke as I returned to my make-shift bed. It would be better if I stayed away from the others, at least that's not what Kili thought. Cause a few seconds later he plopped down right next to me. "What are you doing? Won't the others scold you for sitting next to me?"

"Who cares, they can argue all they want. No one should be alone, I'll keep watch with you." My heart swelled at his kindness, why was he being so nice to me? Did he believe me than those foolish rumors the others had heard? He frowned slightly, he was serious now. "Are you ok Y/n?"

"Of course, why wouldn't I be? I've dealt with stubborn dwarves before believe me. Their rudeness hardly bothers me anymore." I lied, staring down at my hands. How could this world think such cruel thoughts about my kind, why did Thror have to lie about us? Kili placed his hand on mine to try and calm me, and lightly he caressed it with his thumb.

"You know not all of us hate you, me, Balin, and my brother Fili we know the truth. I told my brother what you told me, and he sort of believes it. You don't seem like the angry ravaging digonisks we've heard about, and besides the reports in those mountains is evidence that your kin is innocent. Speaking of Balin however, he wanted me to tell you that when you get a chance he wishes to speak with you." I glanced over the white-haired dwarf who gave me a small smile. I wonder what he wants to talk to me about? Maybe his politeness was just a ruse to kill me in secret, what if Kili is doing the same? Ever since I've joined the company I haven't thought of the consequences, I treat them as if they're normal men. I have to be more careful if I am to get to the mountain. "You know you should probably get some sleep, we'll need those wings again."

"No, they're orcs not far, they're watching us. I need to be awake just in case they decide to come our way. I appreciate the gesture, sleep Kili, you and your kin are the most important people here after all." He opened his mouth to protest, but kept quiet and snuggled up in his bed. I kept my eyes on the frontier, watching as the orcs scattered away but I knew they would be back, they always come back.

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The harsh wind blasted against me, the building fell apart from the ice that covered the bricks. Shouts were heard from all over, but the only I could focus on was my mother's. My legs hurt bad, but her condition was worse, there was an ice shard in her side. It no longer looked like liquid water, instead, it was nothing but a melting ice block of blood.

"Mommy!" I reached out for her, my hand reaching out to try and save her from the man that stood close. His sword was raised ready to strike, and that's when I saw his face. Thorin Oakenshield, the leader of our company.

"Die filth!" His sword came crashing down hard, and as it decapitated her head I shot up. My chest beating fast, it was just a dream, just a dream. Most dwarves were asleep, the only one awake was Kili who was taking over my shift. I had fallen asleep, how could have been so stupid? He could've hurt me, or worse slaughtered me like the rest of my family. My body trembled as he came close to me, worry showing in his brown eyes.

"Kili stay back!" I warned, he raised his hands as a symbol of peace.

"I won't hurt you, I promise...are you alright?" I was shaking violently, and it wasn't because of the wind that blew our way. "Are you cold? Here." He sheds his cloak going to hand it to me but I shake my head.

"N-Nightmare." That was all I managed to get out, he dropped the piece of clothing on the floor and slowly made his way over showing that he had no weapons. When he was close enough he wrapped his arms around me, making me gasp. I didn't hug back, for I was waiting for any sign that this wasn't a nice gesture. It didn't come, he just pulled me closer, and I have to admit the hug was very helpful. I listened to his breathing, and eventually, it helped my heart stop beating at a rapid speed. He smelled of sweat and pine wood, surprisingly it was a soothing smell.

"Want to talk about it?" He whispered, pulling back to look at me as his thumb rubbed softly against my skin as a way to calm me down.

"No, it was just a silly dream. It's not as if you would care anyhow."

"I do care, and just in case another agonizing fantasy comes across your mind I'll sit right here. So if you do have another nightmare I'll be here to help." He gently pulled me into his side, which I hesitantly accepted, and soon I went senseless, succumbing to the darkness.

For the next few days when I wasn't flying above them to keep watch, I rode with Thorin. The more we rode together, the more he didn't mind it. Soon it was like second nature to him, and every morning when it was time to leave he would hold out his hand to help me on the pony. Although he was extra grumpy today as we continued our journey in the woods while riding in the torrential rain.

"Here, Mr. Gandalf? Can’t you do something about this deluge?" Dori begged, but to no avail, nothing could be done. Well at least for them, considering I was a dragon slayer and immune to fire. One of my abilities was magic, and that magic included creating ablaze. I felt Thorin shiver from behind me, and I felt bad. I never did thank him for letting me use his cloak the other night.

"Thorin take the reigns," I ordered, turning around on the horse, immediately he grabbed the reigns as I let go.

"What on earth do you think your doing woman?" He growled, his eyes piercing into my own. Resting a hand upon his chest, he blushed slightly at the contact I used just a little bit of my charms to summon some heat. "What curse are you putting on me? Get your filthy hands off of me!"

"It's not a curse, it's a spell to keep you warm you ass. Now hold still or I just might burn you." He growled and lifted his head to try and see in front of him, I wasn't that tall. After a few seconds of straining his neck to see, he eventually rested his chin on the top of my head lightly. "I'm not your headrest you know."

"Well, I can't see around your thick skull."

"It's not that big! I'm shorter than you!"

"Shorter, but your head is certainly wider. Are you sure you have a brain in there?" I burned him slightly, making him wince.

"Keep talking 'Oh great one' and see where it gets you. Your lucky I'm even giving you warmth, I could just keep it all to myself." I returned the heat to normal and leaned my head on his chest. His breathing went rigid for a second, then slowed down but his heartbeat sped up.

"...What other powers do you have?" He asked, moving closer to my hand to get warmer. I slipped it down to his side, making him jump. "Watch it."

"Other than fire, I have a vast amount of strength. I could rip a tree out of the ground, second I can fly at fast speeds while spreading my wings. Soldiers with wings are called our airborne army, they attack from above and can kill dragons a lot easier. Last but not least, only the royal line can take on the form of a dragon. At least we used to, The Power of The Black Dragon was lost long ago. It is passed down from generation to generation, but the Queen with the ability died along with it." My mother, just a year before my coronation to take on my birthright was gravely injured from the frozen blast caused by men. She passed away, I never got to tell her that I loved her. The last thing I ever said to her was 'I'm scared'. Though I will never forget her last words, 'don't take revenge.'

"How many more are there?"

"Once there were millions of us, and now because of people like you, there is only 1,000. I hope your happy, cause soon we'll be extinct."

"No, cause soon you'll get those reports. And you'll show the world the mistake we caused." He whispered, his comment made my heart swoon. Had he said what I thought he had confessed?

"Thank you." It was all I could say, I felt him smile as he wrapped his arms tightly around me. He was trying to keep me warm like I was doing to him, perhaps he's not like the monster from my dreams.

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