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Two worlds apart Pt. 2 | JJH (M)
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Prince Jaehyun x maid fem reader, arranged marriage trope, forbidden love trope
Part 1.
Summary: reckless decisions always have a bittersweet ending.
Warnings: sexual content, some fluff, lots of angst, penetrative sex, oral (fem receiving), standing sex, unprotected, praising, possessive Jaehyun, pregnancy, he's a munch 🤭, angst, bittersweet ending, bridgerton esque, historically inaccurate, story takes place within a couple of weeks it's kinda fast ik I'm sorry
Word count: 17k
Song recs: promise by laufey, how does it make you feel by Victoria Monet
A/n: awkwardly laughs...hey guys its taken me too long to write this and it's not even that great but I'm satisfied so pls enjoy it sorry for the wait Ilya 🤍 feedback is love and appreciated as always 🤍🤍
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Jaehyun was practically chasing Rose down the corridor as she walked fast trying to get away from him, shoes clicking on the shiny marble floor. "Rose, please-"
"I don't want to speak to you," she said, gripping her gown tighter as she pulled it from the floor as she walked.
Jaehyun quickly caught up to her, taking her arm in his hands. She quickly snatched it out of his grasp, giving him a nasty glare. Jaehyun had never been looked at that way, and she could tell by the way his face twisted into an offended expression. Rose had not only found out about him leaving her alone to be with you the night prior, but also about him sleeping with you. She knew what she was getting herself into, but she didn't know how draining it could be. It's only been a couple of days, but time is running out as each second passes.
"I said I don't want to speak to you. I don't even want to look at you," she spat, face still and cold as ice.
"Well I don't care what you want," the prince snapped. "I don't want this. I never asked for this."
"And you think I did." Her voice rang out through the halls, her anger bouncing off the stained glass windows. By this point, any and everyone in the castle knew very well about the details of Jaehyun's affair. "All I asked from you is to at least bed me before you went and live whatever fantasies you had with that wench-"
"Don't you dare call her that." Jaehyun's voice lowered as he stared down at the princess, a dangerous glint in his eyes. But Rose isn't known to be the kind of woman to back down. She's scared of no one, not even her parents.
Rose turned around, facing him fully in all his anger. His ears were red, jaw clenched as he stared down at her icy exterior. "Wench, whore, prostitute. Whatever she is, I do not care. If she shows signs of being with child in the next couple of months, you can expect her to be outside of my castle."
"This is my castle. You are on my land in my country and she will not be going anywhere," he declared, but all Rose did was laugh in his face.
"I am your princess, your queen, your wife. I will do as I please in these walls. All I want is an heir and we will be done with this nonsense," she says. Rose quickly turns and walks away, butler tailing her as she quickly removes herself from the situation.
All Jaehyun could do was let out an exasperated sigh in the middle of the hall. He knew she shouldn't go to you, but that's all he could think of. You were the only person who could comfort him at the moment, and he needed to see you, and so he will. So against his better judgment he trudged down the hall, butler following behind him closely to keep his pace.
"Prince, you mustn't act recklessly," his butler said, keeping a close eye on him.
"And why not," Jaehyun snaps, running down the marble staircase. "Rose hasn't even been here for 30 days and is already irking my nerves."
"My grace, I understand that you're angry now, but-"
The prince turned around, annoyed and jaw clenching at the conversation. "If I can't have anything else in this world, at least let me have my anger." Jaehyun knew that even after saying that, it would never happen. Nothing ever truly belonged to him. Everything belonged to the crown. The only thing that would ever be his was the air he breathed, but was that even his? He never felt like it, not when his mother and father have been telling him what and how to do anything since he was born.
Jaehyun knew his life would never truly be his. His family, his love, his legacy would never be his, but one thing he could say was that you were his. And you wanted to be his, and if either one of you wanted that, he would have to fight for it in any way that he could. Jaehyun was serious about loving you, he always has been. He would give up anything and everything to be by your side forever.
"My prince, your mother is very worried about you," his butler spoke. "She says you've been more careless than usual."
"Well that's the kind of thing that happens when you lie to your children." The two walked through the second largest corridor of the property towards the main kitchen. Jaehyun knew you'd be in there at this time. You had the same schedule almost everyday, not that he had memorized it (he definitely did).
Jaehyun barged into the kitchen, startling everyone, forcing them to turn to the door. Like always, the group of people, including yourself bowed or curtsey towards him and his butler.
"Your grace," everyone greeted in unison.
Jaehyun shot everyone a small smile, bowing slightly when his eyes caught you in the back of the room. You had been avoiding him since the night of the ball. Everything in him regretted what he did knowing that you didn't want to be his mistress. But unfortunately, he didn't feel completely guilty. You avoided his very obvious gaze, looking elsewhere in the room in an attempt to silently tell him to leave you be, but of course it did not work.
"Everyone step outside please," he said, a deep voice rushing through the room. The staff started to scurry, not wanting to face the prince's volatile anger. They could all tell that he was on edge, not in the right mind. You followed behind everyone, trying to hide, but Jaehyun is very perceptive.
"Except for you."
You looked up, his round deep brown eyes looking down at you cold, as if you were in trouble. And you were constantly running away from him anytime he was near. Jaehyun let the rest of the castle staff out, pulling you aside. His butler followed the staff, stepping out, but standing in front of the door making sure no one else came in.
His broad frame turned to you, folding his hands at his waist as he spoke. "Why have you been avoiding me?"
"You grace, I have not been avoiding you," you answer calmly. You were not in the mood to speak to him or anyone else for that matter. Having to work so closely with his wife has been mentally tormenting you enough, you didn't want to add more to the list.
"Y/N, you have been avoiding me since the ball," he said, squinting his eyes at your formal speech.
"I have not. I've been busy. I, too, have responsibilities," you retort.
Jaehyun sighed, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He was about to become angry, and when he got angry, he had a tendency to yell. He did not want to yell at you however, so he had to reign his anger back.
"I know you have been avoiding me. Tell me why, and I will not take no for an answer."
You were taken back by his assertiveness. Jaehyun had ever spoken to you this way, almost as if he was demanding you to speak. You stared up at him, giving him a dry laugh before scoffing. He knew exactly why you were avoiding him, and anyone else of power for that matter.
"Don't you dare scoff at me. I am your king-"
"You are a prince. And you did not care when you abandoned your wife during a ball to bed me," you snapped.
"It was on a wall."
"Nevertheless," you continued, "you did the very thing I asked you not to do. I do not want to be your mistress. I do not want to be pregnant. If I cannot have all of you, I will not have you. Jaehyun, please understand that this is for the both of us."
"Y/N, I love you, and there is no one, especially you, who could make me stop." And he meant every word. Never in a million years would he ever let anyone talk to him the way you just did, but it didn't even register in his brain to be upset. Not when you stood there, food all over your apron, flour on your cute angry face.
You watched his hardened face begin to soften, realizing your words weren't getting through to him. He really did love you, and would be willing to do anything to keep you with him, and that scared you. Everyone knows how reckless and impulsive he is, and you did not want to be the reason for his impulsivity. With a heavy sigh, you shook your head as you looked at your feet.
"I'm scared," you confess.
"Of what?"
"If I am actually pregnant before the princess, I don't know what will become of me," you say.
"Nothing," he declared. "Nothing will become of you. I will protect you with my life, and I mean it."
"I don't need you to do that. What I need is space Jaehyun. I need you to give me as much space as we can get in this Castle." You watched his expression drop, sadness filling his eyes. He knew you were serious and didn't want to be apart from you for more than he could take, so for now he will agree, but not for long.
"Fine," he said, nodding. "I understand. But I need you to understand something also."
"And what is that?"
"I am your prince, and this is my castle." Jaehyun began to close the distance between the both of you, making you take steps back until you hit the counter. "You work for me, and any other royal under this roof, which means if I call for you, you must oblige."
"But Jaehyun, that's-"
"Do not question your prince." His body was dangerously close to yours, nose almost touching yours as he spoke. "You will do as I ask, understood?"
Jaehyun's lips ghosted above yours, trying so hard to not kiss you where you stood. His hands were folded behind his back as he breathed heavily. The tension was pressing on both of your chest, Jaehyun could feel your shaky breaths fanning on his face as you gulped. You could tell him a million times you didn't want him, but he knew that deep down, you wanted him. You needed him as much as he needed you.
He couldn't take the teasing anymore, eyes drooping as he stared down at your lips. Jaehyun didn't want to tell you, but he couldn't stop thinking about you since the night of the ball. Your body, your face, your voice. He didn't need to tell you though. Jaehyun is easy to read. The way he would stare at you when he caught a glimpse of you working, he would practically tear your clothes off with his eyes.
"I-I understand," you answered.
"Good. Now kiss me."
You locked your lips with his desperately, kissing him like your life depended on it. Jaehyun took his hands from behind his back, and placed them on your waist. Jaehyun pulled you close to him, mouth still on yours in a heated kiss. The feeling of your lips on his started to stir inside him, wanting to go further than just a kiss. He moved from your mouth to your jaw, kissing your face softly as you let your eyes flutter shut. Your hand moved to his cheek, cupping it softly.
"J-Jaehyun," you sigh softly.
That was almost enough to make him snap, but he held back and you could feel it in how hard he gripped your sides. "Just a little more Y/N. God, I've missed you so much." Jaehyun kisses down your neck, back to your face and on your lips. You moaned softly against his mouth, pushing him closer and closer to his limit. "You're killing me," he whined softly.
You missed his hands on you. You knew you wanted him all to yourself, and maybe you were being selfish at the moment indulging in his self destructive behaviors, but you needed him just one last time. You needed to feel his lips on yours, to know that he loves you and that he really did care.
"S-stop, we can't continue," you said against his lips. You were saying one thing, but your body told another story. You were leaning into him, holding him like you didn't want to let him go.
"Just a little more." He was now half hard under his pants. Jaehyun couldn't control himself when it came to you. You had so much power over him, and he secretly loved it.
"No, you have to go. Duties to tend to. And I have to tend to the kitchen."
Jaehyun finally let up, planting one more kiss before painfully pulling his entire body from you. You were the prettiest flustered mess he's ever seen. All he did was kiss you, but you were breathing heavily, blinking profusely. He couldn't help but stand there, smiling smugly to himself as he watched you attempt to gather yourself.
"I love you."
You looked up from your feet, Jaehyun's voice rattling you. There it was again, his sweet words coupled with his pretty face that always made your heart beat out your chest. You nodded, choosing to not respond to him.
"That was the last time Jaehyun. I mean it," you declared sternly.
He was still smiling to himself, nodding as you spoke. The both of you knew it wasn't going to be the last time, but he went along with what you said regardless.
"You agree, but you're not taking me seriously. I mean it Jaehyun," you repeated. "Now leave. We've been here for far too long."
"Of course, my lady. I will take my leave." He turned on his heels, walking towards the door. Before he left he turned to you, to say one more thing. "I will give you your space, but I want you to know that no matter what, I love you and will protect you at all cost."
"I understand," you sighed. "Now go, my prince."
You watched him walk out of the door, already feeling a longing for him. You knew it would probably be hard, but what you didn't know was that Jaehyun was going to make it near impossible.
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Nothing between Jaehyun and Rose seemed to be getting better, and the staff in the castle are beginning to notice much more than before. Jaehyun leaves the castle a lot more often while Rose invites the women of the ton around more often. Being one of her main staff, you unfortunately had to be there with her and her constant complaints, like right now. 
You poured everyone's tea, making it just like how they all requested it as they sat around you, conversing about things you never cared about. Jewels, food, parties, whatever it was rich people did. None of it mattered to you. It's not like you could ever love that kind of life, no matter how much you wanted to. You were merely a maid, an old one at that. 
"So what exactly is it like being with the prince," Lady Clarke questioned, sipping her tea. Of course she wanted to know, all of the women wanted to know so they could gossip about it once they left. 
"Well, it's.." Rose paused. She had nothing positive to say. Her and Jaehyun practically lived separate lives, separate bedrooms, separate staff; they were split but together. "It's a bit of a handful, but he's delightful."
You sensed the strain in her voice when complimenting him, along with her eyes being into your soul. You were the only one blocking her blessings, but it wasn't your fault. Being very aware of her resentment towards you for failing to end things with him the night of their ball, you constantly tried to remain as far from her as possible. However, Jaehyun insisted you help her on this day almost as if he was trying to torment her with your presence. You had no idea what he was thinking, but it couldn't be anything good.  
"Your majesty, I'm sure you can give us more than that," Lady Webster chimed, making everyone laugh softly except for Rose. 
You rolled your eyes watching the show in front of you. The ton's attempt at trying to be secretive about their body questions was annoying to you. You wanted very well to tune out of the conversation until you heard one thing. 
"I heard there was a rumor of him having a mistress," another woman said. 
Your ears piped along with Rose's body stiffening at the topic. She glanced at you quickly, going unnoticed by the other women but not by you. The glint of envy and anger in her eyes will never go away, not as long as her husband's heart remains with you. You knew she didn't want him to love her, but sometimes you wondered if she wasn't completely true in her intentions with him. Rose had always been used to being the center of attention, princess or not. It was strange for her not to be the center of his attention. 
"Well, I know nothing of such a thing," Rose responded with a fake laugh.
The women of the ton laughed with her uncomfortably, giving each other worried glances. The room began to get stuffy, uncomfortable energy filling the space as they all went silent. You stood in the corner of the room, looking at the ground, because you knew you couldn't handle your facial expressions. 
"W-well, it's only a rumor. I have no idea where it came from. It's most likely not true," she said. 
"I mean, did you think it was true?" The princess's ice glare often scared whoever it landed on. She was beautiful and gracious, but never one to mess with. She wouldn't give you a second before out casting you. 
"P-princess, of course I don't think it's true," the woman backtracked. "In fact, I think it's horrible. My grace having a mistress? Simply tasteless." 
"I agree," Rose said, taking a sip of her tea. "Having a mistress is nothing new, but…" she looked at you, eyes meeting yours as she spoke. "Any woman who allows such things must be a whore, and I hate whores."
At this point, you were feeling a feeling you've never felt before. Was it guilt? Was it embarrassment? You didn't know, but your heart was beating out of your chest, anger rising the more she spoke. 
"The prince is better than what some people think. He would never be so low to be in relations with a mere maid or commoner. He's too good for them." 
Her words cut through your cool demeanor, a slight wince showing on your face as you kept your head down. You never wanted to admit it, but she was right. Jaehyun was way too good for you. The both of you were too different, which made it all the more difficult for him to leave you. Since the night of the ball, you couldn't stop thinking about what could become of you if you really were going to have a child. In a different universe, they would just force you to marry him. But here, you would be thrown out of the castle before he even knew about his illegitimate children. Suddenly, the call of your name snapped you out of your own head. 
"Y/N, dear, will you take these to the kitchen? I feel our friends here are finished drinking," Rose said with her perfect, pretty, fake smile. 
"Of course, you grace." Quickly, you grabbed everything, placing it on the tray on the table. Carefully you lifted the tray, making your way out the large bright room. 
All you wanted on this trip to the Castle's kitchen was to make it there quickly and undisturbed. However, your secret lover had other plans. As if he planned it, Jaehyun, his butler, and one of their staff turned the corner, walking the opposite direction of you.
Once he caught a glimpse of you, his stone cold face warmed up a bit, a smirk tugging on his lips. You looked elsewhere trying to avoid eye contact. You said you needed space from him, so why does he have to be everywhere? And why do you want to go wherever he's going? 
You walked a bit faster, trying to get past him and his staff when you tripped over your own feet. The cups on the tray rattled, porcelain threatening to tip over as you attempted to catch yourself and the metal tray. 
"Bailey, please help her," Jaehyun said, motioning his arm to you. His butler did as he said, rushing to your aid. Bailey took the tray from your hands carefully, temporarily relieving you of the stress of carrying it. 
"Hello," Jaehyun said to you, hands clasped behind his back. 
"Your grace." You curtseyed, glancing up at him to see an amused look on his face. 
"I sensed there was a lady who needed help so, here I am," he joked, but you remained serious. You knew why he came. It was simply to see you, to irk you, to speak to you. You already knew he wasn't going to take your words seriously but you didn't think he would disregard them in a couple of days. 
The both of you stood silently, you were more awkward than him, until he spoke. "I need you to help me with something," he said, tilting his head to the side a bit. 
"Yes, my grace, of course, but i-"
"Don't worry about Rose, I already sent someone else to help." Just at that moment, another maid walked past quickly going into the room with all the ladies. 
You looked at him, eyes narrowing as he gave you that smug look you could never stand. If I call for you, you must oblige. You could curse him for those words, but unfortunately you weren't in private. "I understand your grace but-"
"I'm sorry," he chuckled dryly. Jaehyun took a small step closer to you followed by his guard, looking down at you with glossy eyes. He loves this "game" he thinks he's playing with you. The push and pull, tug of war. "Are you telling your prince no?" 
"Your grace-" 
"You know you shouldn't disobey your prince." Jaehyun spoke in a low, soft way, his tone gentle as he watched you. You were really trying to hold your own in this silent battle between you and him, but the way his tongue slips out against his lips, wetting them slightly is making your mind reel. He was so close, too close. You could hear his breathing and the way he looked at you made you feel like he was going to pounce on you. Unfortunately, you wanted him too. 
Your heart was starting to Beat out of your chest, hands becoming clammy as you looked up at him. You gulped, pinching your lips together. 
"So," he said, eyes darting to your lips. "You will come with me and help, yes?" 
"Yes my grace."
"Good. At 6, Bailey will come get you, understood?" 
"Yes my grace."
"Good. See you then."
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Jaehyun crashed his lips onto yours, hands traveling all over your body, nothing but your slip keeping your skin from contact. His big hands groped every inch of you, arms wrapping around your body encasing you in his strength.
"Jaehyun, please slow down," you whine softly, eyes closed and brows furrowed as he kissed down your neck.
"I-I'm sorry I just really missed you," he said into your neck. Light of the sunset through the windows lit your face perfectly. "Get on the bed."
"You have to let go of me first."
Jaehyun gave you a small laugh, unwrapping his arms from around you. He watched you back away from him slowly, eyes never leaving your body as you laid on the bed. There you were, laying there just for him. Just like he wanted.
Jaehyun climbed on top of you, a small gasp leaving your lips when you felt the weight of his body on the bed. Jaehyun kissed you again, this time like his life depended on it. Your lips moved in harmony, the both of you in absolute bliss. When you kissed each other it felt like nothing else mattered, no one else mattered. Jaehyun wanted this forever, but you knew it could only be temporary.
Jaehyun kissed down your neck and along your collarbone softly, making your body rise in temperature. "You know," he said against your skin softly," you are doing a terrible job at keeping your distance from me."
"I had no choice," you sighed, fingers playing in his hair. "You sent your butler for me."
"Because I knew if I came, you would've refused." Jaehyun crawled down your body, watching you as you watched him. He took his right hand, grabbing the fabric that laid on your skin and pushing it up. The man chuckled, watching you shudder when the cool air hit your skin. His eyes darkened watching you try and close your legs, he opened them gripping your ankles firmly.
"Don't hide from me," he said softly. Jaehyun leaned down, face getting closer and closer between your legs. This was new, something you've never done before and you didn't know how to process it.
"W-what are you doing," you questioned, eyes wild with panic.
"I want to taste you." The breath from his lips was hitting your inner thigh. He watched you give him that look of complete bliss as he kissed the skin softly. "Will you allow me to?"
"Y-yes."
Jaehyun smiled against your skin, still looking into your eyes as he kissed your thighs again. Your breath hitch in your throat when you feel his soft lips on your swollen bud. He kisses it again, licking it softly as he watches your body twitch at the unfamiliar sensation. He wanted this for a long time, hands gripping the underside of your thighs holding your legs apart. Your soft sighs were like music to his ears, tongue still licking at you slowly as he allowed you to get more comfortable with the feeling.
"God," you sighed, hands reaching for his hair.
"Do you like it?" Jaehyun smiles to himself when you nod, wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking the bud of nerves softly. He feels your legs shake when the sensation shoots up your body.
Your fingers find themselves in his dark brown locks, eyes fluttering shut as he continues at a slow pace. Jaehyun gives you a slight pinch, making your body jump. You looked between your legs, his eyes dark with lust.
"Look at me," he said, voice deep. " Keep your eyes on me. I want you to think of this every time you see me."
Your body trembles, whines and whimpers, escaping your lips when Jaehyun goes all in on you. His tongue and lips move skillfully between your legs, the pleasure multiplying by a hundred. Jaehyun licked up your arousal, instantly becoming drunk off the taste of you. He needed this, he wanted this, to feel and be closer to you than ever before. To taste you, feel you, be lost in you.
Your brows furrowed, gulping at the way he flicked his tongue on your clit. His hands were still on your thighs, holding them so tight his fingertips were imprinted by now.
"J-Jaehyun, you feel so good," you whined softly. You pulled his hair making him look at you darkly. The way his tongue moved left you speechless, especially when the muscle made its way inside you, making your jaw drop slightly. "Oh God.."
He smirked to himself, tongue fucking you as he watched you lose yourself on the bed. If he could do this every day forever he would. Jaehyun's brows scrunched, feeling your hips move against his tongue. He watched your desperation rake all over your body, right hand no longer in his hair but on your nipples, pulling and twisting it. You tried hard to watch him, but you had no choice but to let your head fall back onto the bed taking in everything he was giving you.
Any other day, he would've stopped and made you look at him, but seeing you in absolute bliss, completely unable to control yourself was imprinted in his brain. "So pretty," he said, slurping your juices.
You felt Jaehyun take one hand off your leg, your head jolting up wondering if he was finished already. "D-don't stop yet," you whimpered softly.
"Don't worry my love," he cooed. Jaehyun took two fingers to your entrance, rubbing it slowly. You were so wet, fingertips glistening in the ray of sunshine that peeked through the stain glass. "You love me this much?"
You covered your face in embarrassment, knees coming together as your face heated up, but all he did was pull them apart. Jaehyun gently pulled your arms from your face, staring at you with a smile. "Don't hide from me," he whispered gently. Jaehyun took his hand back between your legs, circling his fingertips against your soaking entrance, sinking them inside of you. His face twisted in pleasure with your in unison, watching your eyes flutter shut once he gave you the stretch you needed. He pumped his fingers in you slowly, taking in your small whines.
Jaehyun watched as you reached for his other hand, holding your leg, taking it and pulling it towards your body, placing his rough palms on your breast.
"Touch me, please."
You have no idea the power you have over him. He's like putty in your hands at the moment, but you're so oblivious in how much he actually loves you, how much he wants to make you feel good. Jaehyun loves it when you whimper, when your voice cracks from the overwhelming amount of pleasure like just now.
He kept fingering you, squeezing and pinching your chest adding more pleasure. He couldn't get enough of the way you arched into his hand, grinded your body into his fingers. "That's it," he mumbled softly. "Keep going."
You were so wet, your arousal all over your inner thighs and his hands. Even the bed was wet, but neither you or Jaehyun had the chance to notice. Not when he was starting to speed up his fingers. You gulped, brows furrowing as you moaned softly.
"Jaehyun.."
Your eyes were now opened, vision flickering between his face and his hands. You loved that look he gave you. The gentle, but dominant expression on his face. As if his only purpose was to make you feel good. You would never tell him but you craved it. You craved his attention no matter how much you pushed him away. You craved that look in his eye when you felt like the only girl in the world.
"Doesn't it feel good," he mumbled, a small smile grazing his lips. He licked his lips, watching your body shiver under his touch, your cunt squeezing around his fingers. Jaehyun means down, nipple rolling between his fingers as he kisses you on your neck tenderly.
You nodded, hand cradling the back of his head as he kissed your skin. Jaehyun lifted his head, eyes darting straight to your lips. You missed each other softly as you moaned softly into his mouth. Kisses soon turned into lips touching, pants and whimpers filling the air as he worked his hand inside of you. The curl of his fingers left you gasping for air, back arching onto his chest.
"Jaehyun, please. I'm so close," you said, voice cracking into a whisper. Just at that moment, he pulled his fingers out of you, the high you desperately wanted to reach snatched away from you. "N-no," you whined.
"Don't worry, Y/N.."
You watched him, mouth gone dry, as he undressed himself. First, his shirt, then his shoes, then everything else. You laid watching him become bare in front of you. This is the most skin you've ever seen from him and surprisingly, you weren't that off put. You always knew he had a perfect body. He was fit, muscular everywhere. Arms, legs , chest, your eyes naturally stopped in his middle, making him grin.
"I love seeing you like this," he said, eyes glazing over your body as he climbed on top of you. Jaehyun spread your legs wider, chuckling softly when you jumped underneath him. He lines himself with you, rubbing his tip against your folds slowly as he watches you with lidded eyes."Do you want this as much as I do?"
Before you could even get out an answer, he pushed himself in you slowly, the feeling of you around him making him hiss. You let out a strangled whimper, head falling back onto the mattress. "Yes," you nodded. "I want this so much."
Jaehyun thrusted in you long and slow, not wanting to end this too quickly. He wanted to be wrapped up like this with you forever, skin on skin, listening to your heart beat, taking in every single breath. He was completely wrapped up in your body, scent, sound that he didn't hear knocking on the door. Not until you spoke.
"J-Jaehyun, someone's knocking," you said panicked but all he did was look down at you with a smile, continuing his pace.
"Don't worry about it," he said softly.
"Your majesty, there's someone here to see you," Bailey said from outside the door.
"Tell them I'm busy and I'll be out in a minute," he yelled back, hands still on your body. Turning his attention back to you, he notices the dress in your brows, giving away your worries.
"Stop worrying," he whispered, kissing you. "Just be quiet for me."
Jaehyun started thrusting in your faster, the crease in your brows depending as he went deep into you. You were a mess. You bit your lip hard, trying to keep yourself from making any unbecoming sounds after he told you to quiet, but Jaehyun had no idea how good you felt at the moment. Sweat collecting on your face, body as hot as a stove as he continued to drive himself into you.
Reaching up, you pulled him down to your body kissing him hard, his mouth collecting your moans to muffle them. His hips moved melodically, making you pull away from his lip and whimpers against his mouth. You opened your eyes to see him staring right at you, his pretty face glistening with sweat. Jaehyun rested his forehead against yours, eyes never leaving you as his thrust became more erratic.
"I love you so much," he groaned softly. He took one of your hands from his neck, placing it between the both of you. "Touch yourself, let yourself go for me darling."
"Jaehyun, oh God." His name fell from your mouth like water as you rubbed your clit along with his thrust. You pulsed around him, squeezing around his cock over and over and over again. And for some reason, despite your protest from the last time, you didn't want him to pull out.
You wanted him, all of him. You know how wrong it is, to have the children of a married man. The prince's bastard children. But in the moment it felt so good, so right. But you can't have that, not now, not ever.
You came hard around him, your choked moans erupting from your throat louder than you hoped. Jaehyun didn't seem to care, still thrusting into your sensitive hole. You were weak, unable to keep yourself quiet any longer. Your whines and whimpers filled the space, body still tangled in his.
"Tell me you love me," he said in your ear.
Your brain was so foggy, pleasure filling every thought in your mind. "I love you," you moaned breathlessly.
Jaehyun's orgasm crashed into him, the man pulling out of you just in time making sure to make the same mistake he did a week ago. He held onto you tight, grip so tight on your waist it stung. He tried to hold himself up, but he was so weak at the moment he crashed right on top of you. But you didn't mind. You basked in his warmth, your breaths matching his as the both of you came down from your highs.
A couple of beats of silence passed by before anyone spoke. "I love you Y/N," he said against your skin.
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Lots of time has passed and you haven't heard from or spoken to Jaehyun. You've seen him in the halls of course, walking past or taking a peek out of the window. He looked good like always. Regal, handsome, yours. He wasn't yours though, he was Rose's. He was her's and despite telling yourself that it was never going to be you, you hated it.
You tried not to hate it, but it became increasingly difficult seeing them together, playing house when you knew they disliked each other so much. Working so closely with Rose and over hearing her chats with the ton didn't make it easier. She didn't care how badly she talked about anything in front of these women. Calling other maids names, being rude to you, sometimes lying to make her life as queen look better than it actually was.
Unfortunately for you, you couldn't rest on this night. You and the rest of the staff were running around the palace for the current ball taking place on the palace grounds. You wanted to focus so badly on your task but every time you see Jaehyun, you want to run to him. Good thing he gave you a note saying to meet him at 12. It was now 11:55, so you were on your way sneaking away from the party of nobles and royals.
You made haste quickly. No one would notice you were gone, guests were half way drunk, other maids had their hands full, guards watching the perimeter like hawks. You didn't see Jaehyun, assuming he was at the meeting spot. Rose was strangely away, but you thought nothing of it. Slipping past the crowd of people was like second nature. You walked into the palace and went straight up the stairs. Your footsteps were quiet as there was supposed to be no one there at the moment.
Your senses were heightened, not wanting to get caught in the empty hallway. But you noticed something strange. Rose's bedroom door was open. No one should've been there at the moment. You know who shouldn't check, every second away from Jaehyun means less and less time with him, despite wanting space. But you walked in against your better judgment.
And there she was. Rose stood on her balcony silently gazing out at the ocean right across from her. Her hair blew in the wind, adding much to her beard in the scene already. She looked… sad, content. Like she was lost in thoughts. It was unlike her, but you couldn't help. All you had to do was slip back out and get to Jaehyun as soon as-
"Don't leave so quickly," she said, making you jump. "I promise you'll have your time with him."
She spoke quietly and softly as if she didn't want anyone else to hear. You had no idea what she was going to do or say, but stayed put nonetheless. You felt the cool air from the ocean on your skin, making you shiver as Rose turned to face you. The only other source of light was the candle near the doorway lighting you up.
"I don't hate you," she said, hands folded to her front. "I'm sorry for the way I've been acting."
A few beats of silence passed before you spoke. "You have nothing to apologize for my grace."
You and her knew that was a lie. She'd been terrible to you since she found out about your relationship with the prince. You never expected her to apologize. Royals never apologize, feeling like they can say or do whatever because of their status.
"There's a lot of people relying on me. I'm sure you understand," she said softly. "My home country… everyday we are on the verge of war and I…"
"I, too, had someone."
Your breath hitched at her sudden confession, staring at the mix of longing and sadness in her eyes. Rose sighed, looking down at the ground as she swallowed hard. You never would've guessed she had any part of her life that wasn't shrouded by her responsibilities as a princess.
"What happened," you asked quietly.
"We were together, but…we knew it would never last." Rose released a shaky sigh, closing her eyes to try and stop herself from tearing up. "Everyday, I miss him."
"Did you love him?"
Rose opened her eyes, mouth parting slightly to answer, but all she did was keep quiet and nod. Her hands were still crossed, but she was squeezing them tightly trying not to get too emotional the moment.
"We were inseparable in that castle, just like you and Jaehyun. The both of you remind me of us so much, it makes me sad. My parents forbade me to marry a commoner and sent me here. I knew absolutely no one or anything about this place. Everyday I just want to be with him. When I see you and Jaehyun, I feel…. I don't know how I feel."
"I-I'm sorry," you say, making her scoff.
"Please do not pity me. I knew what my life would be as soon as I was out of the womb," she mumbled pointedly. "I just wish that he could be here, that's all. Even if I couldn't stay with him in the way that I wanted, I just wish he was near me."
"What's his name," you asked.
"John," she answered shortly. "He's a knight. Tall, strong, courageous."
You watched her soften when talking about him. If Jaehyun could tell people about the both of you, is this how he would be? You wondered if he would look as in love as Rose did at the moment. "Well, I'm sure John misses you also."
"I want him to miss me as much as I miss him, but the last time we saw each other…" Rose stopped talking, a frown on her lips as she recounted the memories of their last meeting. "I don't even know if he's a knight anymore."
"My grace, I'm sure whatever happened was not-"
"My parents - the king and queen - caught us Y/N," she said, a slight shadow of guilt slashing across her face.
You knew how serious this was, especially for a princess. Sleeping with a knight? If word got out, it would be the end of her. women were supposed to be angels, pure. For you, it didn't matter much, you were just a maid after all. But Rose knew what that could mean for her.
"I was too stupid to say no to his advances because I loved him so much and without thinking we… did something we weren't supposed to. It reminds me of you and Jaehyun."
You tilted your head not understanding her words. "I don't understand, my grace."
"Do you think people don't see the way you look at each other? The way his gaze lingers on you or how the two of you run off for minutes or hours at a time? I know you might think it's not that serious but once you're in deep, you can hardly tell when you should dig yourself out." Rose let out a frustrated sigh, groaning as her perfect princess stature melted away for a second. She rested her face in her hands, giving you a deep sigh. "What I'm trying to say is I barely know the both of you and I don't want you or him to end up like John and I. He watched me leave him for good because of a mistake we made together. Yes, I am jealous of you both but I am only a person."
"Princess, I understand. I-"
"No," she said sternly, taking a step towards you. "I know you think that because I told you this, you think you understand me but you don't. I am here in a place where I do not belong. I did not ask to be here. I am in a country that I know nothing about. I do not know the food, the customs, the people, let alone their royal family. I am here to prevent my home from being destroyed in a war. With you and Jaehyun running around, unable to bear a child, I cannot make sure that my country is safe. I cannot make sure that John is safe."
All her words hit you like a storm. You always understood that this marriage was hard for her, going from one place to another, but you never imagined that it would take this much of a toll on her. Rose always puts up a strong front, never allowing people to know or hear her weaknesses. Her reputation for being ice cold didn't just come from nowhere, but now you've seen a new side of her. You didn't know if it was caring or just pure panic. She was genuinely distraught about the possibility of not being able to have a child with the prince. And for the first time in a while, you felt for her. You pitied her.
"Princess," you called out, breaking the silence. "I fear the prince and I may have-"
"Enough." You turned around, startled, when seeing Jaehyun walking to the room. He grabbed your wrist, face lit with irritation. "I heard every word. Y/N, I need to speak to you now. Rose, I will speak to you later."
"Jaehyun–"
You didn't get much of a say in the matter as you dragged out of the room, the door slamming behind him. He pulled you down the hall in silence. His grip on your wrist tightened the faster he walked, both of your footsteps filling the silence. Jaehyun pulled you into the castle's library, which was very empty at the moment. The dust sparkled in the air, shining in the moonlight hiding behind the stained glass. It was dark, the only thing keeping you from bumping into a shelf was the tiny bit of light shining in the middle.
Jaehyun pulled you into an assortment of unorganized piles of books, moving through them like a maze as you tried your hardest to not trip over your own feet. He still hadn't said a word to you but you could tell he was furious. Jaehyun took you and pinned you against the shelf.
"What did I tell you?"
His voice was strangely calm, making you furrow your brows. You stared at him, analyzing his face. "Jaehyun, what are you talking about?"
"If I call for you, you must oblige," he said echoing his words from a while ago.
"Jaehyun, we were talking-"
"I don't care what you were doing. I don't want her putting strange thoughts in your head."
You scoffed, pushing his body away from yours. "She's not putting thoughts in my head. You seem to forget that I am my own person with my own thoughts."
"Y/N, I know you are your own person, but I worry that-"
"You worry what, hm? That I'll tell you we need time apart? That I'll end this for good and break your heart," you interrupt. You watch Jaehyun's exasperated expression fall flat.
"Well is that what you want? Do you want to end this and break my heart?"
"Goodness, Jaehyun, no I do not want to end this," you whined frustrated. "But we have not been careful. I tried to put up some kind of a wall between us but I love you too much."
"We have been careful Y/N. No one but my mother and Rose knows," he said, grabbing your hands, but you took them away from him.
"And do you think what happened in your office was us being careful? It was the day after your wedding and I could be pregnant right now," you said with a frown. "I will be thrown out of this castle and never see you again. Is that what you want?"
"I won't let that happen," he declared. Jaehyun sounded confident but he clearly lacked the resolve. It would happen whether he wanted it to or not. There wasn't much he could do but cherish his time with you and that's exactly what he was going to do.
"You know you can't do that. You know you have no control over that. This is a mess, all of this is-"
Jaehyun grabbed your face, kissed you hard, shutting you up. You stumbled, back hitting the bookshelf as he caressed your cheeks with his thumbs. You began to melt into his touch, letting your eyes shut as you kissed him back softly. Jaehyun pulled away slowly, watching you open your eyes to look at him.
"I don't want to fight anymore," he mumbled. "I'm sorry for everything. I just don't want to fight with you. I love you."
"I understand. Don't blame yourself." You looked at him with a slight pout, hurt filling your heart seeing him so distraught.
"It's my fault. All of this is my fault. If these really are my last moments with you, can we spend them doing something else instead." Jaehyun couldn't control himself, eyes flickering to your lips to your neck.
Jaehyun was clearly not in the right frame of mind and neither were you, so you obliged despite the little voice in your head telling you no. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him to you, kissing him deeply. Jaehyun followed your rhythm, arms wrapping around your waist. His lips molded with your naturally, sighing softly finally feeling the weight being lifted off his chest.
You slowly took your arms from around his neck, lips never parting as you began to remove his jacket. Jaehyun took his arms from around you and took the fabric off. You made your way to his waist, unbuttoning the tiny objects. Jaehyun smiled against your lips knowing you always struggled with his buttons.
"Allow me," he mumbled, removing your hands. Jaehyun unbuttoned his clothes with ease, lips still on yours the whole way through. You reached behind you removing your apron, letting it drop on the ground. Jaehyun pulled away from you, spinning your body around without saying a word. His fingers worked on the buttons, eyes boring into the back of your neck. The tension and the sound of fabric moving was enough to fill the silence. Once he finished, he pulled the dress off your shoulders gently, taking in the way his fingertips gilded against your skin.
Your breath hitched as you turned your head to face him. He stared at you with heavy lidded eyes, pupils dilated with lust. He kissed you, hands still on your dress. He pulled the sleeves off your arms, pushing it directly to the floor. Pulling away from him, you stepped out of the puddle of clothes. You turned to him, pulling his body to yours. Jaehyun placed his hands on your waist, squeezing it softly as he kissed your neck. You reached up sighing blissfully at the feeling of his lips on your skin and pulled the shirt off him, leaving his upper half completely bare.
Jaehyun shuddered under your touch, pulling away and watching you as you ran your hands down his chest. Your chest moved rapidly, heart racing being in this compromising position.
"You're so pretty," he whispered, kissing your forehead.
You didn't say anything, just simply stood there with begging eyes.
"What do you want me to do," he said, eyes darting all over your clothed body.
"Anything. Do anything to me."
Without being told twice, Jaehyun dropped to his knees in front of you. There was something so unnatural about seeing him on his knees. Jaehyun would never be on his knees for anyone or anything, his pride would never allow it. He's never begged or cried for anything in his life being a man of great power and influence. But you're different. He'd gladly beg and cry for you. He'd kiss your feet if you asked.
You watch him sink to his knees, gulping deeply as he looks up at you with an intense stare. The library is still fairly dark, but you can see him clearly. Something about him being on his knees for you made your mind race, making you grow hotter and hotter.
"I want to taste you Y/N," he said quietly. "Can I?"
You nodded, hands clinging to the only other clothing on your body. You pulled the undergarment up, exposing your body to the man below you. Jaehyun took your hips in his hands, fingertips tickling you as he ran them up and down your skin. Jaehyun pressed small intimate kisses on your thighs watching you through his long lashes. You were breathing heavily, so turned on by the feel of his lips on your legs.
Jaehyun continued to stare up at you as he nudged himself between your legs, licking your pussy softly. Your body jerked, the feeling sending a familiar sensation through your body. He licked again, digging his tongue into you slightly. Jaehyun smirked to himself when you spread your legs wider. He took his hand from your hips to your waist, caressing every inch of you while licking you over and over again.
Jaehyun's tongue moved skillfully, relishing in the sounds you let out above him. You tasted so good to him, he was definitely addicted and he knew it. He needed this all the time, to be under you, pleasuring you and making you feel good. He ate you out passionately, licking and sucking on every bit of you.
"W-wait, do that again," you moaned quietly.
"This?" Jaehyun wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking it. His brows furrowed feeling your legs trembling. The sight of you alone would make him cum, but he wouldn't mind that at all.
"God, yes," you whimpered. You pulled your slip up further, hands tightening on the fabric as you watched him with glassy eyes.
"You like it this much?" Without letting you answer, he sucked your clit hard. Jaehyun's cock jumped in his pants hearing your loud whine echo in the dark room. He took a hand off your waist, fingers trailing down your stomach right above your pussy. Jaehyun removed his mouth from your clit only to lift the hood with his thumb, staring at the swollen bud with a smug smile.
"I love this pretty clit," he muttered under his breath. Jaehyun took his other hand off your waist as he flicked his tongue on your clit, fingers creeping up your legs. It was all too much, every word, movement, breath. You were overstimulated like hell, but you enjoyed it.
You felt Jaehyun begin to rub your inner thigh gently, biting your lip softly. Jaehyun slowly pushed two fingers into your soaking core, making you gasp softly at the sudden feeling. Unconsciously, you began to move your hips in his mouth and fingers. Jaehyun furrowed his brows, fingers pumping in you trying to keep up your pace. He stopped flicking your clit, placing a soft kiss on the sensitive spot"And to think you thought you could stay away from me," he said, kissing your thighs. "Do you think you still can?"
"N-no," you stuttered, hips still grinding at a steady pace. Sweat glistened on your forehead, heavy breathing and soft whimpers flooding Jaehyun's ears and all he can think about is how wet, warm, and tight you are around his fingers.
Jaehyun swallows hard, his erection becoming painfully tight underneath his pants. But he can't get up just yet. You look beautiful from this view and he wishes he could be here all the time. He begins to like and suck your clit again, making you whine loudly.
"Cum for me. Cum on my tongue and fingers."
He kept sucking your clit, pumping his fingers in you faster than your pace. The squelching noises of your dripping cunt rang through his ears.
"I'm so close," you whined. You let go of your dress with one hand, reaching down to grab his hair. You pulled him closer to your body, leaning back onto the shelf. The smell of books and sex intoxicated your nose, senses at an all time high as you began to feel yourself come closer and closer.
Jaehyun felt you squeeze around his fingers, eyes stuck on your face as you came above him. Your breathy whimpers and furrowed brows turning him on even more. You let go of his hair, body shaking from the intense orgasm. Jaehyun stood up, fingers still inside you. He kissed you hard, the taste of yourself on his lips tongue exciting you. Jaemin pulls his fingers out of you, pulling away from your lips as he stuck them in his own mouth, sucking you cum and arousal off the digits.
"Jaehyun, don't do things like that," you say, heat creeping across your skin as you watch him.
Jaehyun chuckles to himself, your words moving through him like air. In a split second you, he forcefully turns you around so that you're pressed against the case. Your face smudged on the backs and fronts of books and his hands pulled up your dress, all in a silent swift motion.
"You need me," he said quietly but sternly in your ear.
You remained silent, unable to concentrate on giving an answer unbuttoning his pants. Jaehyun pulled his hard cock out, already leaking precum. Jaehyun grabs your hips, pulling them closer to him. Taking his cock in his hand, he lines himself with your entrance.
"You love me," he whispered, sinking himself into your body with ease. Your heart beats fast as your head falls back onto his shoulder, ass arching against him in the best way possible. Jaehyun's chest was pressed against your back, forcing you to feel his sporadic breathing as you squeezed around him.
"Don't ever try and run away from me," he says in a deep, low tone. Jaehyun thrust in you slowly and steadily, savoring every single second. "You said we needed a break, but here we are" – he kisses the back of your ear, his breathy moans making your heart flutter – "once again pressed against each other."
Jaehyun's words should've alarmed you. You should've wanted this to stop as soon as he opened his mouth, but every word he said was true. You can't stay away from him. You're not as strong as you thought you were and probably never will be. You shivered feeling his fingers pull down the thick strap of your slip, his lips kissing your shoulder softly.
"You like this don't you? The sneaking around, the sweet things I tell you, the sacrifices I'm willing to make." Jaehyun dings his fingers into your sides, pulling you closer to him as he thrust deeper and deeper into you. Your shaky breaths turn into moans, brows scrunched as you pressed your face against the shelf. "Say it. Say you like it."
"I-I like it," you moan breathlessly.
He begins to thrust in you faster, the rhythm in his hips making you close your eyes. "I love you so much," he says, lips brushing on the lip of your ear. The warmth from his body wrapped around you, allowing you to melt into his body. Your hands held onto the structure in front of you, fingers gripping onto whatever was left of the book covered shelves.
"Jaehyun, oh my God," you whimpered softly. Jaehyun thrusted into you harder, the movement making the old wooden case creak, the sound echoing in the room.
"You're stuck with me, my love. How does that make you feel," he groaned softly. Jaehyun wrapped an arm around your waist, pressing you even closer.
"So good.."
Jaehyun moved his hand towards the middle of your legs, fingers rubbing your clit at a steady pace. He moved this other hand off your waist, placing it on top of yours that was clinging to the shelf. Clasping your hands together, his head drops in the crook of your neck, kissing and sucking the skin gently. Your hips moved with him, whines and groans filling the space.
"Jaehyun..shit.."
A dark chuckle rang in your ear, instantly turning you on even more. That was the first time you've ever sworn in front of him. You always kept up good manners whenever you were around him that he never even knew you swore in the first place. He took his hand off yours, turning your chin to face him. Jaehyun kissed you, hard and sloppy which was so out of the norm for him. He never did anything sloppy, not even the way he went down on you was sloppy.
"I'm about to cum," you whimpered on his lips.
"Hold on for me. I want us to cum together." His voice was deliciously raspy and deep as he pounded into you. You loved moments like this. The moments where your both were so wrapped in each other you forgot the kind of situation you were in. The moment where no one and anything else mattered.
He kept thrusting, his low grunts sending a wave of emotions through your body. That's when you felt your thoughts shift in the most surprising way possible. You wanted all of him. You needed all of him. "Cum in me. I..I need it."
Jaehyun didn't question you or have any doubts. All he did was kiss behind your ear, his soft raspy moans wrapping around you. You felt the muscles in your stomach get tight, your whine and whimpers getting higher in pitch. 
"That's it Y/N, keep going just like that." Jaehyun held your waist tight, gripping you tight as you bounced on him meeting his movements. You reach back, hand on the back of his neck as you pull him to your mouth kissing him hard. And that's when the both of you feel it, both becoming undone in the intense wave of your orgasms. Loud moans and heavy breathing filled the empty space, the echo bouncing off the walls. 
Tired and worn out, both of you stood there. In the silence of each other's heavy breathing, choosing not to speak about the fact that he came inside you once again. You just wanted to feel like it was real for a second, because if you really were pregnant, it would just mean that illusion would be broken. And now the possibility of it happening now or later was too near, but that wasn't on your mind. All that was on your mind was Jaehyun, how he looked, how he walked, how he talked. The both of you stayed this way for a little while longer, taking in each other, pretending that everything was okay and perfect. 
But what neither of you knew was that things were about to get more complicated than either of you could've imagined. 
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Sick.
You feel sick. 
It's not like you've never felt sick before, but you had no reason to to feel sick. You haven't drank, since you're not allowed to, all of the food was fine, you didn't have a fever, you didn't have any other sickness. But somehow you felt nauseous, your stomach turning and breath getting heavy. You had already used yourself from the rest of the kitchen And was now in a bathroom, kneeling in front of a toilet. 
"This cannot be happening," you mumbled to yourself, clutching your abdomen. You felt your throat turn hot as you began to heave into the toilet. You committed hard, your entire body shaking as you gripped the bowl. The smell was putrid making your frown as you pushed yourself back into your feet. 
Without thinking, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You looked like you always did, but something felt different. All the events that have taken place within the recent weeks plague your mind making your frown deeper. You were disappointed in yourself. Disappointed in how easy you let yourself be taken by him. Disappointed in how much you liked it. You felt remorseful for your future self because you had a feeling something wasn't right.
You shake the thoughts from your head and wash your mouth out diligently before stepping out of the bathroom. You opened the door walking out quickly only to slam into another hard surface. Completely disoriented, you stumble back not understanding what you could've walked into. 
“Apologies, my lady. I did not see you coming.” 
The voice made you freeze, your eyes widened as you looked back at him. You were silent, not realizing how truly startled you looked to him. It was almost as if he knew what you were thinking, what was happening. What was going to happen. The longer you stared, the more shaken you became. You really could be pregnant with the child of the man you're in love with, but why didn't you feel happy about it? 
“I'm sorry, is everything alright,” Jaehyun questioned, giving you a look of concern. He reached out to place a hand on your shoulder but you moved away before he could touch you. 
“I'm fine. Thank you, your grace.” 
Jaehyun watched you in confusion when you gave him a slight bow, walking past him in a hurry. But he's a resilient man. He won't let you get away that easily. Jaehyun follows you, catching up to you when you grab the handle to the kitchen door. Jaehyun's rough hands wrap around your wrist, making you both freeze. 
“Talk to me,” he says, brows knitted. 
“What are you doing? We are in a hallway,” you whispered in annoyance. 
“I'm not going to allow you to avoid me again. Tell me what's going on.” His tone was hard and stern, but his eyes were soft. His grip loosened as he stood there watching your expression soften into worry. 
“I can not tell you until I'm sure,” you said looking at your feet. You looked at him, a small frown on the corner of his mouth. 
“Do you not trust me?” 
You sigh, pulling your wrist from his hand. “It is not you I don't trust, it is myself. Please let me figure all this out. I will tell you.” 
Jaehyun gave you an unsure look, his eyes narrowing at your words. 
“I promise,” you said, placing your hands on your heart. Just then, you heard footsteps, and immediately withdrew your sentimental look, straightening up in front of the prince. You folded your hands in front of yourself, looking at him emotionless. Just as you bow and come up, Rose walks down the hall, looking directly at you.
She walks up to the both of you, standing in the distance you created. “Great. I've been looking for you,” she said looking at Jaehyun, barely paying you any mind. “I figured you'd be nearby.” 
“Has something happened,” he asked, raising a brow. He shot you a small glance, needing to look at you for some comfort. 
“Yes it is about our standing with the public..” she took his arm, dragging him away from you with haste, but it relieved you. You wanted to be alone at the moment, not around anyone who knew what was going on, or around any drama. You were stressed and it wasn't going to get better with their problems being shoved in your face.
But now you were alone, not one else to distract you or purge the impending doom that plagued your mind. And that made you ever more sick. 
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White.
Clear.
Clean.
Those were all things you did not want to see, all signs of the thing you feared the most. You had no time to sit and cry and grovel, you had to act accordingly.
Breathe. Breathe.
But you can't breathe. You feel like the walls are closing in. The pretty sunlight shining through your small window is completely contrasting the metaphorical dark cloud hanging over your head. Everyone that knows you thinks you're calm and collected and can handle anything with ease. But this might be the one time you lose your mind.
You didn't even realize that tears were streaming down your face till you moved to wipe them, completely unaware of how long you've been standing there. There was no way you could have a child, let alone with the prince. The reality of never seeing or speaking to him again was definite and there was nothing you could do about it. But you had to suck it up and tell him anyway.
Wiping your face clear of tears, you leave your room, dusting the nonexistent dust from your dress. These next couple of days would likely be the last time you would ever wear it. You never really liked the outfit but grew used to it after a while.
Soon, you made it to the main hallway, walking through like normal. Walking up the stairs to the second floor, you feel yourself becoming nauseous the closer you get to Jaehyun's office. You can't tell if you're experiencing pregnancy symptoms or if you just aren't ready to tell him.
But you couldn't wait now. You were already in front of his office door by the time the thoughts in your brain were done racing. Your hand trembled as you raised it, hesitating to knock on the door.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
You heard shuffling behind the door, gulping at what was to come later. The door flung open, only for you to be faced with a very irritated Rose, Jaehyun sitting on the couch in the background. Your breath hitched, eyes going back and forth between the two of them. What were they doing? What were they talking about? Why should it matter, she was his wife and you weren't.
“You have impeccable timing, don't you,” Rose spoke, breaking the silence between the two of you. You glanced at Jaehyun who was looking at you past Rose. Your heart pumped watching a smile spread on his lips. It hurts.
Rose moved further into the room, her extravagant dress taking up so much space. You walked in, shutting the door behind you. Every nerve in your body prickled with suspense, every second rose spent glaring at you made you want to run away and hide. You weren't scared of her, but you were scared of her reaction.
“Why are you here,” she said, crossing her arms across her chest.
You needed to answer honestly. “I came to see Jaehyun.”
“His grace,'' Rose corrected, a scowl on her face. “in my presence, you will address him properly.”
“Rose, it's okay,” Jaehyun said, rising to his feet.
“No it's not. I don't care for whatever you two have. Around me, keep it at bay,” she argued, rolling her eyes.
You glanced at Jaehyun who was staring at your lips. It was obvious he wanted to kiss you, and you wanted to kiss him too. Jaehyun finally felt like the two of you were beginning to patch whatever issue you had, but he hadn't been alone with you since the day in the hall. As understanding of the situation that he is, he wishes you could just talk to him and not run and hide.
“I-I need to speak to him. Privately.”
Rose glared at you and then at Jaehyun, eyes shifting around the room. Your hands were sweating and trembling. This is not how you wanted this to go. You just wanted to tell Jaehyun and he tell Rose. Goodness, you felt like you were going to vomit again, the nerves now making you feel nauseous and weak.
“I'm not going to leave,”Rose declared.
Jaehyun groaned, pushing his hair back annoyed. “Rose, give us a moment-”
“No I will not. My husband and the woman he's sleeping with are constantly sneaking around and I won't stand for it anymore,” she said, voice becoming louder.
“I understand you dont like this but please, just respect what I have with her,” he said, getting loud with her.
“Don't you dare raise your voice at me,” she said. Rose then directed her attention to you, turning to you with an angry expression. “I'm done with you and him hiding things from me. Whatever you need to tell him, I'm sure you can say it in front of me.”
“Why do you insist on making things difficult,” Jaehyun said through gritted teeth. “You have told me many times you don't want to hear or see us together and now you're demanding we include you in private conversations.”
“Jaehyun, I don't need-”
“You keep quiet.” Rose took a step towards you, making Jaehyun's ears red from anger. “I don't want to hear a word from you. All you've done was mess up this damn marriage from the start-”
“You say that as if you wanted it,” Jaehyun interrupted.
The two went on for a while, leaving you standing at the door completely overwhelmed by all the screaming. Rose was upset. Jaehyun was angry. It was a screaming match all because of your presence. You shouldn't have come. You should've just went back to your room when you saw her open the door. But this had to come to an end.
Breathe. Breathe.
“I'm pregnant.”
Your soft voice stopped the arguing, both Jaehyun and Rose looking at you as if they heard you wrong.
“What,” he asked, gulping.
“I'm.. pregnant,” you repeat.
Rose said nothing, just walked to Jaehyun and slapped him. The sound echoed through the silent room. Time came to a standstill, the sound of heavy breathing echoing through the room. Adrenaline rushed through your veins, the desire to protect him not going past anything but a desire. His cheek was red as he stood there silently staring at the ground, taking in everything that just took place.
“I'm sorry,” he said after a few beats of silence.
She ignored him, turning to you. Rose took two steps in front of you and you closed your eyes. You knew she was going to hit you so all you could do was brace for impact. But too many seconds passed and you felt nothing, so you opened your eyes only to face a tearful woman.
“I want you out by the end of the week,” she said, voice shaking.
“She's not going anywhere.”
Both you and Rose turn to Jaehyun, your heart pumping so loud you're afraid it would come out of your chest.
“She cannot stay here. This is not up for debate,” Rose said calmly.
“She will stay. I forbid her from leaving.” Jaehyun was willing to start a war for you. He would do everything in his power to keep you from leaving the castle, pregnant or not.
Rose turned to him slowly, face twisting in anger and irritation. “You have made a mockery out of me too many times. I gave up everything to be here and the one thing I asked you not to do, you did anyway.”
“My grace, w-we didn't know this would happen,” you said almost in a whisper.
Rose turned to you, giving you a chuckle in disbelief. “Didn't know? How could you not know? You both are running around here fucking like rabbits when you think no one is watching, but you didn't know?”
That was the one truth you didn't want to bear. All those times you and Jaehyun snuck off in each other's company ended up with you sleeping with him. You knew it was a bad idea, every single time, but it felt so right. All those times he would look at you as if you were the only thing in the world with protecting, you were going to miss him.
“I'm sorry,” you whispered.
Rose scoffed, staring at you in disbelief. “Don't pretend that you care. Don't pretend that you didn't want this.”
“I didn't want this. I am not ready to be a mother.”
Jaehyun looked at you, his stoic expression beginning to crack the more you spoke. He wanted to take your hand and run. Just run far away from this castle, this life, everything. “You will stay until you birth our child,” he said.
“No she will not.” Rose raised her voice, “I'm sick of watching you two prance around here, living out your fairy tale love when I couldn't have mine.”
“And why should that be my fault,” Jaehyun snapped. “I'm sorry you couldn't stay with whoever you wanted back home. I'm sorry you were forced into this marriage. But..” Jaehyun looked at you and back at Rose, sorrow filling his heart realizing the difficult position he put you in. “I love her, and I refuse to let her go.”
“You are the most selfish man I've ever met,” she said, giving him a dry laugh. “We both know our fate but you refuse to change. I have tried everything to make this work despite not wanting to be here and you've run circles around this palace to avoid them.”
“I have sacrificed so much-”
“Sacrifice,” Rose interrupted, scoffing. “Do you know anything about sacrifice? I was forced to leave my home to prevent a war my parents started. The only man that has ever loved me is somewhere dead or alive and I do not know. I had to marry you against my will and have to have a child with you to maintain my status. This is the life I've always known, and you dare speak of sacrifices. I sacrifice my freedom, body, and sanity everyday. And you sacrifice what? Your feelings?”
Jaehyun stood there silent. There was nothing he could say because she was right. “I'm sorry for any chaos I've caused, but all I ask-”
“I'll go.” That was the first thing you've said in a while, making both of their heads turn. “I-ill go. I knew this would be my fate if it happened, so I'll leave.”
Jaehyun's heart dropped. It felt like his whole world was crashing and he could do nothing about it. “Y/N, please you don't have to-”
“Jaehyun, I will go. I have to go eventually. You know that,” you said almost in a whisper, voice cracking under the pressure that weighed on your chest. Tears pooled in the corner of your eyes, but you didn't let them see as you faced the floor.
“Be out by the end of the week.”
You looked up, brows furrowed in sadness at Rose’s nonchalant disposition. “I have no family. I need more than a week.”
“Then leave the country! Go on a voyage and explore other lands! Just be out of my castle!”
Rose left the room with a loud slam of the door. Jaehyun didn't even give a second after she left to pull you into his arms, hugging you tight as if you would leave him immediately. And in his arms is where you broke down, allowing yourself to cry. You cried for him, you cried for yourself, you cried for your soon to be child, you even cried for Rose. Your life was in disarray, and there was nothing you could do it about. Nothing Jaehyun could do about it.
“It's okay,” he said in a quiet soothing voice. Jaehyun stroked the back of your head softly, holding you tight.
You and him stood there for a while, holding each other in silence. It was strange, the way he just gave up and didn't fight for much longer, but there are some things you can't fight even if you try. After some time, you both calmed down. You wanted a distraction, needed a distraction.
“Jaehyun,” you breathed out.
He loosened his hold on you, letting you look up at him. Starry eyes, flushed face, pretty lips. You were his only dream in this world of nightmares. “I'm sorry Y/N. I'm sorry for all of this.”
“Never mind all of that,” you whispered, forcing a smile. You hoped he could see your sadness or feel the ping in your heart.
“If I had just… This is all my fault,” he repeated. Jaehyun swallowed hard, feeling your hand come in contact with his face, caressing his cheek softly. “I don't want you to leave.”
“You act as if I'm leaving immediately,” you laugh, trying to lighten the somber mood. “I'm still here, and we can make the most of it.”
“How?”
You didn't say a word. All you did was kiss him softly, and the rest of the day was history.
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You decided to do what Rose suggested and leave the country. You didn't know what would await you out of the land and across the sea but you were ready for it. The one thing you weren't ready for was leaving Jaehyun. And he wasn't either. It was apparent by how he was basically clinging to you every second he could get, never letting you out of his sight.
Despite him being so close, you hadn't yet told him of your plan and today was the day you'd be leaving. It was early morning and you already had your things packed. You told him to come to your room at noon, and just like expected, he knocked on your door right on time.
You stood up from your bed, exhaling the breath you didn't know you were holding in before opening the door. And there he was, as regal as always. Jaehyun stood there, eyes unable to leave your body realizing you were wearing regular clothes. He's never seen you in anything but your maid outfit, and this just makes him fall for you more.
“Hello, my love,” he said, giving you a sad smile. “Today is the day I suppose.” Jaehyun walks in, eyes immediately going to your cases that are packed with your belongings. His heart hurts seeing the signs of your soon to be disappearance.
“Yes, and that is why I need you to sit and listen to me.”
He narrowed his eyes at you, raising a brow as he sat in your bed, waiting for you to speak. “what is it?”
“I am going away,” you said.
“Yes. I know this.”
You sighed, hands playing with the buttons on your dress. “On a ship Jaehyun.”
His face twisted into an emotion you couldn't place. Hurt. Nausea. Disbelief. Maybe it was none of those, maybe it was all, but you didn't know how to combat it. You didn't know what to say or think or do. All that you knew was that he didn't like what just came out of your mouth.
“Jaehyun,” you called out, trying to break the silence that stood between you. “Please say something.”
But he didn't. He sat there in silence wondering where everything went wrong, what he could've done differently, how he would have fought for you harder. He sat wondering if he would ever see you again, or if you would ever want to see him again. Jaehyun didn't have it in him to shed a tear, feeling himself slowly go numb right before you.
“Jaehyun,” you call again, voice shaking in fear. “I know this is sudden and last minute, but I'm making this decision for me…”
“I'm not mad,” he said quietly. “Just a bit shocked.”
“I'm… I'm sorry.” You sit a distance away from him on your bed, eyes staring at your hands.
“So this means I'll never see you again,” he mumbled, a permanent frown on his face.
You turn to him, brows for rowing in sadness. “You'll see me again.”
“When Y/N,” he sighed in frustration. “In another 10, 50 years? I can't wait that long. My heart won't allow it.”
“Well neither can mine,” you argue back, body now fully turned to him. “My heart can't allow myself to see you married and having children with another woman. I can't let myself see someone else live out the dream I so desperately wanted. I have to get away.”
“But… Why now? Why leave me now?” Jaehyun scooted closer to you, taking your hands in his.
“This isn't about you. This is about me.”
“What about us?”
“Jaehyun can't you see? there is no us,” you say. The look of shock and hurt slashed across his face, almost making you regret your words. “there could never be an “us.” That's why I must leave.”
“I'll go with you,” he says.
You let out a small laugh, the absurd statement amusing you at the difficult time. “Jaehyun, you cannot come with me.”
“Then what must I do to make sure that there is still an “us?” Should I renounce my role as the prince of this kingdom? Should I beg for you to stay?”
“No, no Jaehyun- stop this at once. Stand up!”
Jaehyun was now kneeling in front of you, eyes staring wildly into your eyes. He had so much emotion he barely knew what he was doing at this point. All his self respect ran from his body as soon as he walked into the room, he didn't care for titles or status, just you and him.
“If this won't work, then what will?”
You open your mouth, but then close it as you look at him. He didn't like this look. It was full of pity. You pitied him, and that's something he never wanted from you. He always wanted to look strong for you, but now that you were going to be gone in a couple of hours, he was desperate.
“I'm not staying no matter what you try,” you said, watching his hopeful expression deflate. “I will not grow a child under a roof where the man I love is with someone else and that woman would rather see my head on a stick.”
Jaehyun stood back up with a sigh, eyes never leaving your relaxed figure. If these were his last moments with you, he needed to make this count. Time was running out and he needed to make sure you left with only him on your mind. He needed to remember how your hands felt on his skin, how your lips felt on his. He wanted to be etched into every crevice of your mind 5 years from now.
“We don't have much time left and I don't want to argue with you,” he stated. “you want to leave, very well. But promise me we will see each other again.”
A surprise gasp escaped your lips. “Jaehyun, now you know-”
“Please, just promise me,” he said.
“I promise,” you said softly. “We will meet again. I promise. A year from now, maybe 50, we will see each other again.”
Jaehyun grabbed your hand, pulling you to your feet. Before you could gauge the moment, his lips crashed onto yours, the taste to honey so familiar to you lingering on your tongue. “Never forget me,” he said against your lips. He held onto your clothes tight, pulling your body closer to his.
“One last time,” he said softly.
You swallowed hard, eyes fluttering open. “I don't have much time left.”
Jaehyun gave you a soft smile, his gaze remaining as gentle as ever. “Don't worry about that. Just worry about me and you, okay?”
For once you decided to let yourself relax and listen, nodding to his words. You no longer had anything to lose since losing everything already. So against your better judgment, you nodded, following his pace as he kissed you deeply over and over. Jaehyun wasted no time, magnetic pull on his hands to the buttons on your dress. Only difference was that they were in the front now.
His fingers worked on the tiny buttons, lips smirking against yours feeling your impatience. The amount of time it was taking him was agonizing to you, but secretly you were happy he was taking his time. While you wanted to rip the bandage off, you also wanted to savor him.
“I would give anything for you to miss that ship,” he said, unlatching the last button. Jaehyun pulled the sleeves of your dress off your arms, kissing down to your neck.
“Please,” you whisper, breath hitching as you feel your dress drop to the floor. “Don't make this harder than it has to be.”
Jaehyun gave you a soft chuckle, kissing back up your neck and jawline. “Sit down.”
You did as he said, his hooded eyes staring at you. Jaehyun unbuttoned his shirt, fingers moving so delicately. He pulled the fabric off his body swiftly, placing the shirt on your neatly made bed. Without saying a word, he gets on his knees, the action making you gulp.
“I'm going to miss you,” he said softly, hands rubbing your legs. You couldn't say anything, not when he was pressing kisses on your thigh, down to your knees.
“I'm going to miss every part of you..” Jaehyun spread your thighs, pushing your undergarments away. “You'll miss me too?”
You nod.
“Words, Y/N. Speak to me.” He took your leg, placing it on his strong shoulder. His hands took your sides, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed.
“Y-yes, I'll miss you.” Your body shivered at the feeling of his lips on your skin as he kissed your inner thigh, core aching for contact that he won't give.
He kisses your clit, eyes staring at you from below. He thinks he will remember this for the rest of his life, the way you look above him, the soft sighs that leave your lips when he touches you, the way your skin tastes.
“I'll miss you ” he whispers, placing another kiss. “The way you taste” – kiss – “the way you feel” – kiss – “the way you sound.”
Jaehyun held your body as his lips and tongue kept going at your clit, enjoying every single moan you let out. You let yourself shed the last bit of control you had and tangled your hands in his hair. You were going to miss his pretty brown curly hair. Your body shudders at the soft and slow movements, mind and body drifting into a state of relaxation and forgetting about having to be at the dock in some time.
Jaehyun watched you watch him, your glossy eyes staring into his as you allowed yourself one last moment of recklessness. Your soft moans were music to his ears. Jaehyun sucked your clit softly, needing more from you. The feeling made your legs try to come together, but with one on his shoulder, all he could do was chuckle at the unsuccessful attempt.
“J-Jaehyun,” you whined softly, the sound of his name on your lips ending a tingle up his spine.
“You like this” he says, voice slightly muffled.
He watched you nod frantically, tongue licking up your arousal. “How much Y/N? Tell me.”
“So so much.”
Jaehyun's hands gripped your sides harder and began to let his mouth work on you harder. He was rock hard in his pants, erection straining against the fabric. He wanted so badly to lay you on your back and take you, but you looked so angelic above him. He sucked on your clit again, bringing out whines of his name over and over.
“God, you sound so pretty,��� he mumbled. “I want you to remember this every time you think of me.”
Jaehyun was always so good with words, knowing exactly what to say to make your heart flutter. “I want you to think of me every time you touch yourself..”
You couldn't even speak, the pleasure filling your body quickly as he began to eat you out with much more vigor. He barely touched you, but you were so close already.
“I will,” you said softly.
“God I love you so much..” Jaehyun flicked his tongue faster, making you breathe harder and faster. The leg that was on his shoulder trembled, heel pulling him closer to your body. “You're close aren't you?”
You nodded, brows furrowing as you closed your eyes, throwing your head back. “Keep going, just like that… I'm so close.” Your hips rocked against his face, his tongue now inside you as his nose bumped your clit with each movement.
In just a couple of seconds you came, legs shaking and moans flowing into his ears. Jaehyun groaned softly, his saliva and your arousal mixing with every lick. His eyes never left yours, your expression so perfect and sounds so addicting he couldn't stop even when you were gasping for air from the overstimulation.
“It's okay, love. I got you,” he said, watching you grip your bed hard. “One more time. Do it for me.”
Your body was on fire, all senses heightened because of the man in front of you. Jaehyun didn't let up even when you couldn't speak and you loved it. The only things leaving your mouth were moans and incoherent babbles. One hand tangled in his hair, gripping it harder as you pulled him closer.
“I'm cumming,” you said in a soft gasp.
The noises that filled the room were sinful, making you cringe but turning you on even more. His eyes never left yours as you came, hands still molding your body like clay. You let go of his hair, breathing heavily as you attempted to recover from all the pleasure you received. Jaehyun put your leg down gently, lifting himself from your body. Your face went hot seeing the mess you made, arousal on his lips, chin nose.
He took the back of his hand, wiping his face before rising to his feet. “Lay back.”
You did as he said, watching him as he stood in front of your bed, undressing before you. He wasted no time climbing on top of you, body so close you could feel the heat radiating from his body. He was so pretty, no painting could ever truly capture it. Everything from his hair to his legs was a sight for sore eyes and you loved every part of him.
Jaehyun leaned down and kissed you, his strong arms trapping you underneath his body. He kissed you face softly, from the corner of your mouth to your forehead making you giggle softly.
“What's so amusing,” he said, looking down at you.
You shook your head, moving your hand to his face cupping his cheek softly. “You're cute.”
He stares at you for a second, but smiles, kissing you once again. “When you're on that ship I want you to remember how cute I am.”
Jaehyun lifted his body off yours, hands sliding down your waist to your hips to your legs, lifting them to your chest. You watched his hand move from your leg to his cock, shifting himself deeper between your legs. Jaehyun rubbed his tip on your slit, teasing you.
“God, you're wet,” he mumbled. You moaned softly, feeling him rub himself on your clit, your hands gripping your legs harder as you held them close to your chest. “I'm gonna miss this..” Jaehyun slides into you almost too easily, your cunt sucking him in effortlessly. The both of you let out a sigh of relief when your bodies connected. He rocked his hips into your slowly, the squelching sounds filling the room. Your bed cracked with every movement, the sound of your soft moans blending in with one another.
“You're mine,” he said, voice bringing you out of the trance you were in. “Only mine.”
“Only yours,” you nod.
Jaehyun removes your hands from your legs, pulling them apart. “There goes that pretty face.” He leans down, kissing you instantly. He was going to miss your kisses the most, the way you moaned into his mouth when he felt too good, the way your lips molded with his in the most perfect way possible. You wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers running through the back of his hair.
“I love you so much,” you whispered into his mouth. Jaehyun thrusted into you faster, now going at a steady pace. He pulls away from you, kissing down your neck messily. You needed more situations so you reached down between your bodies to touch yourself, but Jaehyun took your hands and held them above your head.
“Cum from my cock, okay? Can you do that for me,” he groaned softly.
You nod with a whine, head sinking into your pillow as he started fucking you harder. “F-fuck, oh my God, you feel so good.”
He thrusted into you like his life depended on it, which it did. You were what breathed for, lived for, and would die for even. Even with you underneath him you already felt so far away, and he hated that.
Your body shook under him, legs involuntary spreading even wider as he thrust deeper into you. Your body was on fire, never feeling so vulnerable in his touch and loving it all the same.
“Remember what it feels like to be around my cock,” he said against your ear, smiling at your whimpers. “Remember that no man could make you feel as good as this..”
You nod fast, brows furrowing as Jaehyun's grip on your wrist tightens . “I'm close,” you gasp, feeling his other hand rubbing your neglected clit. Jaehyun moves his lips above yours, but doesn't kiss you. His body is too wrapped in pleasure to do anything but thrust until he cums inside you. The sounds of both of your pants filling your ears, completely overstimulated you, making you squeeze around your lover.
“Fuck, oh my god,” he moaned softly, lips brushing against yours. “Y/N, I-Im close, shit.”
Jaehyun lets go of your wrists, finally freeing your hands from above your head. You immediately grab the back of his head, pulling him down to kiss him hungrily. Moaning against his lips, you feel your legs begin to tire and hurt, but the hurt blends with the pleasure well. Your moans got louder with every time he hit your sensitive spot, walls fluttering around him. You came hard, with a loud cry chanting his name over and over.
Jaehyun held you close to him, still thrusting in you groaning into your neck. “Almost there, I'm almost there Y/N.”
After a few thrust, Jaehyun lets go into you, painting your insides white. Everything was intense even after the fact. Emotions still running high, hearts beating fast, minds racing for the both of you. Jaehyun rested his face on your neck, laying still as he tried to regain energy listening to your heart beat. That's when he heard a sniffle from you and then another.
“Are you crying,” he asked quietly, still not raising his head to look at you.
“Yes.” Your voice was quiet and calm, the tears falling down your cheeks landing on Jaehyun's ears, making him sigh. He lifted himself off you, laying next to you on your tiny bed. In that moment you missed his warmth even though he was still right next to you.
You stared at the ceiling trying to ignore Jaehyun's eyes burning into your side. You both lay in silence for a while, lost in thought.
“Do you think you can wait till tomorrow,” he says, breaking the silence.
“There will be no more ships till next week,” you answer. “if Rose knows I'm here–”
“Please don't talk about her.” His voice was almost as quiet as a whisper, making you turn to look at him for the first time in a while. “I wish it was here instead.”
“What do you mean?”
“I wish she had to leave,” he mumbled. He swung his arm around your body, pulling you closer to him. “I wish I could have you here forever. Me, you and…”
He paused his gaze slowly lowering to your stomach.”
You follow his gaze, a tired smile tugging at your lips. “Hyacinth.”
“Hyacinth,” he repeats. “That's your favorite flower.”
“Mhm,” you nod. “If it is a girl, that's what I will name her.”
Jaehyun chuckles softly, lips pressing your shoulder softly. “And if it's a boy?”
“Your name,” you say. Jaehyun stops breathing for a second, the thumb that's rubbing circles in your side stops.
“Really,” he asks, eyes becoming softer.
You nod. The way he looks at you makes you feel like you're the only person in the world and still in your last moments with him, it makes you sad. In a moment's time, you will both have to get up, get dressed, and leave the room, never to be there or in the castle ever again. All you want to do is be delusional and happy, but your mind won't let you.
“I wasn't completely honest earlier,” you say, sighing deeply. “I never told you that sometimes I dreamed of leaving here and traveling the world.”
“It's okay. Now you have a chance to.”
“I've always wanted to do it with you,” you admit. “That's another reason I chose to leave. It was for my sanity. And if I couldn't do it with you, at least I could do it with a part of you.”
Jaehyun kisses you softly, rough hand squeezing your side so tight, you thought he would never let you go. But now it's time for him to let you go and he will grieve this loss for much more time than he hoped. He let you go, his arm moving painfully slow trying to make these last seconds of intimacy count for something. You both sat up, knowing the time has come for you to regain your strength and fulfill your last duty to the castle, which is to leave.
“I love you Y/N. Promise you love me too.”
“I promise.”
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“𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐢𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫” 𝐋𝐍𝟒
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Pairing: Lando Norris x sister!reader (she/her)
Summary: It’s Lando’s little sisters wedding, and time has arrived for him to do his big brother speech.
Warnings: None, just soppy sibling fluff
Word count: 600+
A/N: Reader is 20
Likes and reblogs are much appreciated! Copying and reposts are not! My fics are only posted on tumblr, under this account, @hotmencore
The sound of cutlery tapping on glass chimed through the wedding venue, everyone’s attention turning towards your mother as she announced that the speeches were going to take place. Your mum and dad spoke, both of them easily bringing you to tears. Everyone had a laugh during the best man’s speech, and last but not least your older brother Lando stood up to do his.
A smile adorned your face as Lando stepped towards his mum to take the mic, grinning at you before nervously looking down at his hands. Lando wouldn’t admit how nervous he was, although being his sister you could tell straight away. But it felt weird to him seeing his baby sister all grown up, but he knew you were happy, and that’s all that mattered to him. He discretely took a deep breathe, and looked up to everyone.
“As most of you know, I’m Y/N’s older brother, Lando. And with that, comes all the smiles and the tears, the giggles and the tantrums, the mistakes and the achievements. These memories and moments all coming together to form the beautiful young woman who is sat in front of us today” Lando speaks, sending you a soft smile.
“But for me, the most memorable moments were little Y/N’s big dreams. Growing up, Y/N always dreamt of being a princess, living in a big castle, and one day being swept away by a knight in shining armour. Someone to keep her safe, to love her, and to be there for her whenever she needed them. And of course, her only being young, I was in charge of being her knight in shining armour. So she would be there, sat on her bed in her princess dress, wearing a little plastic tiara, clutching a bear in one of her hands, and waiting for me to come and ‘save’ her. And, after counting to 30, I would swoop around the corner of the door in my tinfoil chestplate, strutt over to her bed, get her to jump onto my back, and take her downstairs into the kitchen, to live happily ever after, by the stove.” Laughter filled the room as you and Lando both looked at eachother with smiles. You remember these days vividly, them now being memories of which you will forever cherish.
“This would happen quite often, but I didn’t mind. Because in reality, I knew and still do know that my sister deserves nothing less than a proper prince to come and sweep her off of her feet, make her feel safe and loved, and live a happily ever after.” Some awes sounded around the room as Lando took a small pause, your eyes filling with tears over his kind words.
“But unfortunately for little Y/N, her princess story is more of a being saved by Shrek kind.” Lando cheekily adds, looking over to your husband as laughter erupts once again, yourself enjoying the brotherly joking between the two.
“Now in all seriousness, seeing you walk down the aisle in your own proper princess dress, ready to be swooped away by the love of your life, made me realise that you won’t always need your little old saviour. But I want you to know, Y/N, that I’ll always be here for you as your knight in tinfoil armour” Lando finishes with a bright smile, his own eyes shiny, tears escaping yours as you stand up to beckon him over, instantly embracing him in a hug as a small applause sounds from the guests.
“Love you” you murmur, your head rested on his shoulder.
“Love you too” he says with a chuckle, kissing your head and leaning back as everyone sat in awe at the sweet sibling moment.
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Is It Still Punishment if It Was Worth It? ~ George Weasley
Summary: Y/N runs into George Weasley after her detention with Umbridge (aka me finishing a request from ages ago)
Warnings: Umbridge *shudders*
Word count: 2.4k
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As I left the atrocious pink office, nothing around me stirred, as if the whole castle was frozen, lying in wait for the dawn. Light streamed through the open doorway, heralding my late release from detention. 
“Off to bed, dear,” said that sugary, poisonous voice behind me. “Don’t let Mr. Filch catch you lingering instead of being safe asleep in your bed.” Was it my imagination, or did the throbbing of the back of my hand pulse in time with her voice? 
I wanted nothing more than to scurry away as fast as my legs would allow, but like any predatory animal, Professor Umbridge could smell fear, so I simply bowed my head as demurely as possible, avoiding her deep-set gaze. “Yes, professor.” I could feel the horrid woman’s toad eyes following me as I walked down the wide staircase, heading for the dungeons. 
The door closed behind me with an ominous thud, and the light disappeared. 
Stopping in my tracks, I immediately turned the corner to a little alcove, slumping next to the window. I stared at the colored glass, depicting a dragon breathing flames up into the sky. My wound gave a particularly violent throb. “Ouch,” I hissed under my breath, staring down at the shiny red letters.
I must obey the rules.
Cradling my aching hand to my chest, I let out a long breath. Every pang seemed to ring through my whole body, and yet, instead of acting as a deterrent, I was all the more resolved in my actions. If Umbridge had forced my brother to write those words and endure this pain, even her title as High Inquisitor would not have saved her from my wrath. 
“Well, that’s a first.”
I jolted. At first, I wondered if it’d been the dragon that spoke—often things at Hogwarts spoke when one might think they shouldn’t. But the dragon didn’t move. I looked around me, just in time to see the tapestry further down the stairs shift, and a red-headed boy came out from behind it.
George Weasley. Certified troublemaker with an un-shuttable gob and downright homemade values, the very personification of Godric Gryffindor’s ideal student. 
“Excuse me?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
George gestured to my hand. “I didn’t know she punished Slytherins too.” He spoke the word without distaste, but with an emphasis all the same.
I just shook my head and left my alcove, heading for the Slytherin common room. There was no point in arguing in Slytherin’s favor; the history in this castle chronicled many a Slytherin who tried and subsequently had to run for the Hospital Wing before a toenail-growing hex grew too painful to walk.
Unfortunately, the redhead sidled into my path. I took several steps back, checking for the location of his wand, prepared to whip out my own before he could cast anything. But his hands were empty, and judging by the way he watched me, his head was regrettably anything but.
“You’re in my way,” I said calmly.
“Malfoy shouldn’t have done that.”
The simple statement made my lungs falter for breath, but I kept my face impassive. “He didn’t have a choice.”
“No, he had a choice.” George’s maddeningly certain tone set my teeth on edge.
I scoffed, walking down the staircase. “You don’t understand, you couldn’t possibly understand what he faces.”
“Oh, yes,” George’s voice grew louder and mocking, following me on my heels, “poor little rich Malfoy, head of the Inquisitor Squad, can’t handle–”
“Sod off.” My gritted teeth added all the threat I wanted, but George wasn’t deterred.
“What a slog it is, having everything one could possibly–”
I whirled around, my hands finding George’s chest to shove him as hard as I could. “You don’t know what it’s like!” I hissed, glaring at him. “You and your brothers just do whatever you fancy at the moment, whatever wicked thing halfway crosses your mind. Well, not all of us have the luxury of doing what we want.”
George looked as serious as I’d ever seen him. “He could’ve spared you this and he didn’t. No true friend would scurry off to Umbridge to report you like that.”
For a moment, I considered starting a row, but Umbridge’s office was still within earshot, and I didn’t want another round of writing with that cursed quill. So I chose not to acknowledge him, walking down the stairs with my head held high, reaching the bottom of the stairs and quickly walking down the corridor, hoping my feet could outrun George’s mouth. But when I looked to my right, there was George, loping alongside me.
“Seriously–”
“Seriously, George, shut it.” I came to a stop, glaring up at him. “What are you even doing here? It’s past curfew.”
“Some of us are taking turns behind the tapestry,” he said easily. “Watching in case any first or second years get turned out of Umbridge’s office with bleeding hands.”
“Oh?” I tossed my head, moving my hair to one side. “And if it were a Slytherin first year, would you have greeted them the way you greeted me?” If my kid brother had been the one walking out of the office, I silently asked, would you have comforted him? 
“Perhaps, but I’m willing to bet that they, unlike you, would accept a hug and a trip to the kitchens for some dessert afterwards.”
My stomach rumbled, and I placed my uninjured hand over it. “Well, I’m no first year, so you can go.” I resumed my furious pace.
George easily kept up. “It wasn’t fair of Malfoy to do that.”
Was it impossible for him to leave well enough alone? “When I want your opinion, I’ll ask for it.”
“Everyone knows you were just protecting your brother.”
I seized the collar of George’s robes, dragging his face down an inch from mine. “Don’t you dare–
“I’m not going to tell,” George said, remarkably calm considering how quickly his position had changed. 
“How am I supposed to trust that?”
“I’m not Malfoy.” 
I considered him for another moment before letting him go. He straightened, smoothing out his robes. “How did you know?” I asked. 
George gave a short laugh. “You’ve never touched a broomstick outside of Flying class, and yet I’m supposed to believe you even have a broomstick to bring into the castle?” He shook his head. “Anyone with eyes knows you’d do anything for your brother, so of course Umbridge is the only one daft enough to fall for your switcheroo.” 
I pondered his words for a moment before turning to walk back to my room. Like before, George kept time beside me. “She shouldn’t have given detention just for having a broomstick.” 
I shook my head. “There are rules.”
“And rules were made to–”
“–be broken?” I rolled my eyes. “Of course. I shouldn’t have expected anything less from a Gryffindor.”
“Says the Slytherin who just got out of detention.” I bit my tongue, trying to stay silent. “You should tell your head of house what Umbridge’s doing, maybe Snape’ll do something about–”
I let out a short laugh. “See, there’s the difference between you and me, George–”
George leapt forward, covering my mouth. Next thing I knew, I was being tugged behind a statue, finally pulled to meet George’s alarmed expression.
This was it. I should’ve known better than to trust a Gryffindor. Now he was going to hex me or curse me or even forgo a wand altogether and use his own two fists. 
Eyes wide, I tried to shove him away, protesting loudly from behind his hand. “Shush!” George said harshly. “Filch!”
I instantly stopped fighting, my heart pounding for a different reason. If George and I were caught by Filch right now, not only would I have another detention with Umbridge, but word would get out. I couldn’t even imagine the trouble I’d be in with my house if they found out I was out at night past curfew with a Gryffindor, and a Weasley at that!
The light of the lantern the caretaker always carried with him after hours grew closer and closer to the statue we crouched behind. George lifted his hand from my mouth, pressing a finger to his lips. I rolled my eyes. As if I didn’t already get the memo. 
“Anyone about, my dear?” Filch’s haughty voice asked. Mrs. Norris meowed back, and I heard the sound of a dark chuckle. "Professor Umbridge might allow us to try our new manacles.”
George and I met eyes. 
He made a stop gesture and then started to creep forward towards Filch. What could he possibly be planning? Filch would see him! 
Then it occurred to me. The noble idiot was about to sacrifice himself so that I would stay undetected. 
Oh no you don’t, I thought, seizing the back of George’s robes, dragging him back. I was not about to owe a Gryffindor anything. I pulled out my wand and a tissue I'd forgotten was there.
Snufflifors, I mouthed. 
The tissue morphed into a white mouse, which immediately scampered down the corridor. Immediately, Mrs. Norris sped after it. 
“My dear!” Filch protested, running after her, the light from his lantern growing farther and farther away until George and I were left alone in the dark. 
“Wow,” George stared in the direction Filch had gone, “that was quite impressive.”
The compliment made my cheeks warm. “Well, some of us jump into things without thinking about the consequences and some of us actually use our brains for more than pranks.” I shoved my wand into my pocket, about to storm down the corridor. 
“So you thought it through beforehand?”
“I didn’t necessarily plan to get caught by–”
“No, you thought through taking the blame for your brother?” 
I stopped short, allowing George to catch up with me. I eyed him warily. Was he fishing for evidence to get my brother in trouble? Or was he fishing for other reasons?  “Of course I did,” I said finally, deciding that my word against George’s was hardly any competition. 
A strange look twinkled in his eyes at that. “You actually thought about getting in trouble?” I didn’t reply. I should’ve known that I wouldn’t need to, because George could easily carry a conversation by himself. “You knew you could lose house points? And Hogsmeade could become off-limits to you? And that you might end up with words scratched into the back of your hand?” 
My silence was the only answer. Truthfully, he was right. I’d thought through all those possibilities. 
I’d earned Slytherin enough points throughout the years that any deduction wouldn’t damage my reputation too badly for anyone not in the Inquisitor Squad, especially under Umbridge’s reign. As for Hogsmeade, the castle itself was large enough to keep me from feeling claustrophobic. And, yes, I even budgeted for the possibility of getting detention with Umbridge; that’s why there was a Soothing potion waiting for me in my room. 
What I hadn’t anticipated was Malfoy being the one to report me. 
So much for being friends. 
George shuffled closer, bringing me to the present with his brown eyes. “You thought through the possibilities, and you still did it?” I nodded, and a grin broke out on his face. “Are you sure you aren’t supposed to be in Gryffindor?”
I made a disgusted sound in the back of my throat. “How dare you,” I said blandly. 
“I’m serious,” he said with a smile that said the opposite. “You’re quite the little risk-taker.” 
“Is it really risk-taking,” I murmured, “if you’re prepared for all the risks?” 
The inner corners of George’s eyebrows turned upward, his smile dimming to a more serious affect. “Was it worth it even though you got caught and punished?” 
“Is it still punishment if it was worth it?” 
His freckled face relaxed at the question, smoothing out until it was without pucker or twinge. “Should there be a rule against it if it’s still worth it?” he murmured.
I brought out my hand, looking down on it so I could once again read the message waiting there. The shiny letters didn’t hold any answers within their crimson hue. “I’m not sure.”
A hand reached out to touch mine, and my breath caught when I saw, on the back of George’s hand, familiar words, written in narrower handwriting.
I must obey the rules.
“Funny,” George said softly. “Regardless of what happened beforehand, we ended up the same.”
I slowly dragged my eyes up to meet his. “Not quite.” I smiled sadly. “I’m apparently friendless.” 
“Not friendless,” George murmured like a promise. “Not if you don’t want to be.”
I studied him, searching for any sign of deception. His locks had darkened over the years. In our first year, they could only be described as flaming, his hair as dangerous as his tendencies, but now they’d tempered into a comforting copper hue. His freckles also faded, though there were still just as many of them. His eyebrows normally promised even more trouble than his mischievous eyes, but now, nothing in his face seemed disingenuous. “Can Slytherins and Gryffindors even be friends?” I asked.
“Is it risk-taking if you’re prepared for all the risks?” George echoed.
I gave a short laugh. “Touchè.”
“Besides,” George said with a smirk, “you could do with friends better than that old tosser.”
I wanted to laugh, truly I did. Or perhaps I wanted to care little enough to be able to laugh. But alas, I cared too much, so I simply shook it off. “I’d better go, before Filch actually finds us.” 
“Fair enough.” George dropped my hand, and I missed the warmth immediately. “See you around, Y/N?”
I took great care to lessen my smile into a smirk. “If you’re lucky,” I replied.
George gave a relaxed salute before walking back the way we’d come, presumably to take up his place behind the tapestry.
I watched him go. Funny, I may not have been a first year, and he may not have taken me to the kitchens for dessert, and yet…I was glad for anyone else who might leave Umbridge’s office when George waited for them behind the tapestry.
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Traditional II
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This part got a bit away from me. But I kinda like it. Hope you enjoy!
“Do men hold doors open for you, love?” He asked.
She blinked. “I’m sorry?”
“I will take that as a no, then,” he chuckled. “I would like t’hold doors open for y’whenever I can,” he explained.
“Oh,” she said in surprise. “Well, thank you.”
“M’pleasure.”
Niall was very accommodating when she arrived. “Hey darlin’,” he smiled holding his hand out. “Nice t’see you again. Did you find everything okay?” He asked.
At the same time, she was trying to take in the beautiful, shiny floors that clicked with heels and others shoes all the way down the long hall. There were glass rooms spaced out at regular intervals between the beautiful wooden doors that looked like they belonged to a vintage castle.
“Yes, thank you. So far so good,” she smiled nervously. In the back of her head, she was thinking about that introductory message Harry sent her. Harry Styles. Styles. Certainly, Styles Incorporated was not the same Harry. The world wasn’t that cruel. Right? Harry would have said something. Even some low-on-the-totem-pole intern would have sparked something in the boss of a successful company like this while perusing a website for a girl to spoil.
“Great,” he smiled. “Follow me, I’ll show you around.” Her phone vibrated in her bag’s front pocket. As Niall showed her the breakroom with a half kitchen and spacious table, she put her lunch in the fridge and checked the message. Have a great day, love. You’ll do great. Excited to meet you later and hear all about it. No, he didn’t know. She decided. He would have said ‘See you around’ or something like that.Sliding her phone back into its space she turned her attention back to Niall. “Nervous?” He asked with a grin.
She nodded then shrugged with a nervous chuckle escaping her lips. “Kind of,” she admitted. “You’re very nice. I’m worried I’ll mess up.”
“Then you’re going to do great,” he chuckled and tilted his head toward the hallway. “This whole floor is ours; your office is small—sorry about that. A makeshift attempt and you deserve better. If it’s any consolation, most days m’not even in the office so you can lounge around and do your work in my space. I tried convincing Harry that you’ll need more but—”
She blinked and felt her heart rate take off before she could stop. No. “Harry?” She questioned, interrupting quickly.
Niall smirked. “My best friend...and the boss. Don’t worry, he’s a softie at heart. Just don’t lie to him. He loves authenticity. M’sure you’ve heard rumors about past interns and—"
Her tongue felt dry; she wished she had taken her water bottle from her lunch bag. Her boss’s boss was...it couldn’t be that coincidental, right? If he knew there was a conflict of interest, she would either have lost her...outside position or this internship. Right? Niall was explaining the reputation of the rapid rotation of interns. She assumed one wrong look would leave Harry mad and Niall would have no choice but to let them go. “I have a good feeling about you though,” he smirked at her as he continued walking back toward his office...their office.
“Niall.”
“Speak of the devil,” Niall smirked as he muttered under his breath to her. Turning toward his name she spun on her heel at the same time to see Harry approaching. He was tall and beautiful. But she already knew that from his profile picture. He wore a collared button down and the collar was pressed firmly and stiffly against the dark green sweater he wore over it. With sleeves rolled up to his elbows, he displayed a multitude of tattoos and veiny forearms that she had to look away from quickly before she drooled. Adorned in a pair of slacks and dress shoes she thought that he knew exactly what he was doing: torturing any poor girl that looked at him as beautiful. She tried looking at his perfectly styled brown curls and his green eyes attached to eyelashes that seemed downright sinful with every blink. His face seemed a bit scruffy, like he forgot to shave this morning.
His gaze didn’t falter even a nanometer. It was perfectly normal to see the girl he had just paid a substantial sum of money to live in a beautiful, highly expensive apartment. She was going to see him tonight for a first date. And yet, here he was, at his company without so much as a flinch of surprise by the fact that she was interning here. “Harry, this is our new intern,” Niall explained introducing her to his best friend.
Harry held his hand out. “Pleasure t’meet you, beautiful. M’name’s Harry, Harry Styles. Make sure t’tell me if Niall is treating y’poorly.”
Her brain wasn’t processing the words. Maybe Harry hadn’t put two and two together yet. It would make sense to separate his personal life with his business. Or maybe she just wasn’t recognizable; she spent a good chunk of time getting ready this morning in hopes of looking pretty but felt she fell short.
Mostly, she couldn’t imagine Niall treating her anything less than perfectly and that quite baffled her. “Oh, thank you,” she managed to say taking his hand and noticing his grip was firm and warm just like a good handshake was supposed to be. Would they do this all again later when they met for dinner? “I’m excited to be here,” she said—that was the truth. She scoured for internships long before she thought of being a companion for someone with Harry’s kind of money.
Harry smiled and turned his attention back to Niall. “Tricked another one, I see,” he mumbled. “I wanted t’know if y’have the report for our first meeting this morning.”
Niall nodded and jerked his head toward the office. “I was just about to show her m’office,” he said opening the door to his home away from home. He held the door for her to follow him and she held the door for Harry, but he shook his head as Niall was already looking at the piles of messy paperwork on his desk. Her first order of business would be to organize that chaos.
“After you, love,” he said holding the door open for her to enter. She mumbled a quiet thank you and passed through the threshold. As she did, she heard him speak, just for her to hear, not Niall, “guess I should’ve asked where y’were interning, hmm?” He hummed quietly.
Her face warmed and she swallowed the lump in her throat as she did her best to maintain her composure. Fortunately, Niall was looking through his messy piles, so he didn’t notice her blushing face or her awkwardness.
“I can organize all this for you,” she decided to say to avoid the way her legs felt numb and shaky.
“I know where everything is,” Niall smirked at her with a grin that said the exact opposite of his words.
“I think you should let her,” Harry agreed. He rolled his eyes and produced a blue file folder with the document inside.
“Right where I left it,” he said passing it to Harry. She giggled quietly and Niall winked at her. As Harry and Niall discussed the file, she glanced around his spacious office with the pretty view. When they entered, she hadn’t noticed the tiny little room that seemed to attach inward through the door they entered. It seemed they went right through her little office. It wasn’t much, a space for a desk, a chair for a guest and a plant in the corner if she was lucky. There was a small window that looked like it belonged in a house, not an office that allowed her a view of the city that faced the nearby ocean.
It was perfect.
“Sorry we were interrupted,” Niall smirked at her. Harry was gone again, and she was slightly grateful, so she didn’t have to think about her strange predicament. “This is yours. I hope it’s not too cramped.”
“It’s perfect,” she promised. “Thank you.”
He logged into her computer. “You’ll have to reset your password, but this is my calendar,” he said clicking through several buttons. “I recommend having it open and whatnot, but it’s really up to you. I tend to need frequent reminders.”
“Like that you’re gonna be late to your 9:30?” She asked, pointing at the screen.
Niall checked his watch. “Yeah, exactly,” he chuckled. “I shouldn’t need anything during the meeting, but if I do, you just knock and enter to announce your presence, don’t be shy, people do it all the time. Just keep an eye on your phone for messages. Do you have any questions at the moment?”
“Do you drink tea or coffee?” She asked.
“Coffee, hot. Cream two sugars,” he said grabbing his laptop off his desk and throwing it haphazardly in his bag. She made a mental note of that.
“I’m going to organize this while you’re gone,” she said looking at the haphazard piles.
He ignored her comment with an eye roll and a shake of his head. “If Harry gets his way, meetings tend to run over the time they’re supposed to be—"
“I heard that,” Harry called fleetingly from outside the office. She giggled.
“—so please come get me if I’m being held against my will and late for another meeting,” he said ignoring his friend.
She nodded. “Will do.”
“Do you need anything at the moment? Otherwise, I’ll let you get settled.”
“No, I’ll be fine.”
He smiled. “Course you will. Welcome to Styles Incorporated.”
*
After organizing Niall’s messy desk, she sat at her own desk and worked her way through the different tabs and things. She was excited to work beside Niall and learn the ropes of his jobs.
She was thinking that if he had two jobs rolled into one, she would be able to take one of them at the end of her internship. But if Harry was her boss, she was thinking that wouldn’t happen. At least now she could learn both and apply to different companies, knowing the ins and outs of two jobs. Her phone vibrated and she hurried to open it, anticipating an SOS message from Niall. She received one halfway through his meeting to which she smirked and informed her he had no need to leave just yet, but asked if she would come get him solely because he was bored. (She did not, but she did ask if he was completely serious because she would have come up with some elaborate scheme if needed.)
Instead, this message was from Harry.
Enjoying your first day?
:)
She felt extremely nervous to be interning at Harry’s company knowing that outside these walls her life was still entangled with his. It seemed like a bad idea. But she was regrettably a bit desperate for money and for the internship. So, if Harry didn’t find fault in the predicament, she wasn’t going to say anything.
Niall was in and out for most of the morning. She sent him messages frequently updating him of his changing schedule.When her office phone rang, she bit her lip thinking of what she should say for a moment before answering. “Styles Incorporated, Niall Horan’s office. How can I help you?”
“That’s adorable,” Harry’s voice said softly. She nearly dropped the phone. Part of her wanted to hang up.
“Oh,” she replied. “Er...Niall’s not back yet.”
“I called to talk to you,” his voice was so deep she could feel it in her toes. “Are you okay?” He asked.
“Huh? I’m fine. Do...do you need something?”
“Jus’ wanted t’make sure you’re having a good day, love,” he chuckled.
She blinked and nodded silently. “Haven’t done much. I was going to go get Niall coffee just to feel useful.”
She obviously couldn’t see him, but she could almost hear him smiling. “He’d like that.”
“Can I get you anything, Mr. Styles?” She asked.
“Hmm?”
She pulled a sticky note off the pad from the corner of her desk. “Coffee? Tea? Anything?”
Harry was quiet for a long moment. “Black tea would be nice, thank you, kitten.” She didn’t really need to write it down, but she did anyway. Black tea would be ingrained in her mind forever. She tried not to think about how he called her kitten either. “Jus’ Harry is fine, love,” he murmured, “...in and out of the office.” She was glad she was alone in her office so no one could see her blush.
*
At the end of the day Niall said he had a good feeling about her. “Mondays are typically craziest. The week will get easier as it goes along. Tomorrow I’ll have more time to show you what I do. Do you have any questions?”
“Er...no, thank you. It was a pretty easy day. I feel like I didn’t do much.”
“Oh, you did great love! The catastrophe of my desk alone warrants a full-time bonus. Even Harry complimented your phone response, and it was nice you asked him for his coffee order. I’ve had several interns put through the ringer by him, and I think you’re the first to make a positive first-day impression. I think most people are scared of him, which I think is hilarious of course. As I said, he’s a big softie. But none of them ever asked for his coffee order, and he noticed that.”
She smiled nervously knowing there was an ulterior motive to his kindness. “I’d get the whole office coffee if it was feasible,” she smirked. “If I’m here long enough, I’ll suggest they build a shop in one of these offices.”
Niall laughed. “I’ve got a really good feeling about you, darlin’. I hope you enjoyed your first day.”
“I’ll be here bright and early tomorrow,” she promised.
“Sounds good, love. Thank you.”
*
Her new apartment was hardly unpacked. She wouldn’t have time until the weekend to get it remotely live-in ready either. But here she was, standing among unpacked clothing boxes, clothes strewn about her bed (mattress still wrapped in plastic) as she picked out a dress to wear to her second first meeting with Harry.
It still felt surreal and honestly, she felt a bit stupid for even agreeing. But what was she supposed to do now that there were thousands of dollars in her account that weren’t there the day before? Louis video chatted with her. “How was your first day?” He asked. Eleanor was peering into the camera at the same time as well.
“Oh, I love that dress on you,” she smiled. “You look stunning,” she promised.
“Yeah, yeah,” Louis rolled his eyes. “Tell us about the internship.”
She sat on the mattress, the plastic crinkling loudly and sticking to her thighs. “I’m interning at his company.”
“Whose?” Eleanor asked her eyebrows pinching together.
“Harry’s,” she mumbled quietly.
“No way.”
She sighed, putting a hand over her face. “This is so dumb.”
Louis was laughing. “That’s hysterical. What are the chances? What did you say?!”
So, she explained the whole day. Overall, the experience was positive. But again, it was about to feel awkward again since she was supposed to meet Harry in half an hour. “Aren’t sugar daddies supposed to be old?” Eleanor asked.
“I think they just have money,” Louis shrugged.
“He is not old,” she confirmed. “He’s like...29 I think.”
“Well good, maybe you’ll fall in love with a normal, functioning member of society,” Louis rolled his eyes.
She sighed. “Do you think this looks alright?” She asked Eleanor, ignoring Louis’ comment. She wasn’t going to fall in love with someone that was paying her both for her internship and simply for existing.
“Beautiful, love,” Eleanor promised.
She sure hoped it was.
*
The restaurant wasn’t far from her apartment. Half a mile. She walked there in ten minutes. Harry was waiting outside as she approached. She was much more nervous now than she was this morning for her first day. The internship she was prepared for, she knew how to do the math and marketing aspects entailed in the description when she applied. She was totally out of her element walking up to the same person who was willing to pay her massive amounts of money just to have dinner with him.
“Did you walk?” He asked in greeting.
“Yes,” she said softly.
He frowned and turned to the car parked next to the sidewalk. He gently hit the top of the car frame twice to gather the attention of the driver. “She doesn’t walk anymore,” he told him. The man saluted from his seat and winked in her direction.
“I don’t mind walking,” she said hurriedly. She didn’t want to be driven everywhere. Certainly, everyone would know. “I walk all the time,” she explained.
“You don’t walk late at night, anymore,” she didn’t love the way he was demanding it, but again, didn’t want to argue with someone that was paying her substantial amounts of money. So, she quietly observed that it wasn’t that late and said as much in a whisper of the air.
“It’s hardly late.”
He turned his gaze to her and stared for a moment. Taking a deep breath in, he exhaled slowly. She noticed the way his jawline flexed, and his eyes were bright despite the evening darkening before her eyes. She noticed he shaved since she last saw him. He replaced the sweater with a suitcoat and to sum up he looked utterly handsome and equally terrifying in that moment. His eyes burned with something a bit angry, and it was odd that the man she worried about while she was at Styles Inc. was much more amenable than what she thought her date was about to be like. “I understand,” he said flatly. “M’jus’ worried about your safety,” he murmured, and she saw the anger dissipate by the second and again was surprised by how different she expected him to be versus the horror stories she heard through the grapevine of the interns that didn’t last.
Obviously, Harry was a businessman, and she was an investment. She could be agreeable, too, though. She nodded in response. “I will keep an eye on the time in the future, but I like walking.”
Harry pursed his lips and looked at his driver for a moment. The man shrugged and Harry sighed. “Noted. Not late,” he amended.
“Not late,” she conceded.
Harry tapped the top of the car once more and headed toward the door of the restaurant. He held the door open and tilted his head in silent command. “Ladies first,” he said much softer now that he was done arguing.
*
“Do y’want t’order, or would y’like me to?” He asked. The restaurant was obviously gorgeous. Dimly lit and quietly busy. The tables were spread out far enough that she couldn’t hear anyone’s conversation nearby. Gentle instrumental music played in the background. It smelled delicious and she was sure if she wasn’t with Harry, she wouldn’t dream of setting foot in this place as long as she lived.
Harry looked at ease perusing the small, printed menu in his hands. He probably already knew what he wanted—he probably already told the chef when he walked in by merely glancing at the hostess with some secret signal that only someone making seven figures a week could make. While he was at home in this fine establishment, she wished she wore a sweater over her dress. There was a nearby vent causing a draft to chill her skin. Doing her best to ignore it, she desperately thought about asking for some soup. She glanced up from the menu situated on top of her place setting. Nearly terrified by the millisecond: it was too expensive and too fancy. Keeping her cool she nodded, grateful for Harry for intervening on her unfortunate behalf. There was no way he would like her after this catastrophe. “Please.”
He smirked. “What do y’like t’eat?”
“Um, anything really,” she bit her lip. “I had pasta for lunch.”
“So no pasta,” he said easily scanning over the menu.
She laughed lightly. “Actually, I don’t think there’s a limit to pasta for me,” she admitted.
His smile grew, she could see it dancing in his eyes, but he didn’t lift his eyes from the menu. “I see.”
“Mr. Styles. Always a pleasure,” the waiter greeted. “Merlot or Pinot tonight?” He asked.
“Merlot, please,” he said glancing briefly at the waiter before returning to the menu. “Thank you.”
“Would you like to see a wine list, miss?” The waiter asked, looking at the sweet girl across from Harry.
“I’m okay with water,” she said simply.
Harry’s eyebrows pinched together, and he finally lifted his head from the menu for longer than a second. “Are you sure?”
She nodded. Maybe it was the wrong thing to say. She really didn’t understand the etiquette of what she was supposed to do or say here. “I...I have to get to work...early tomorrow,” she said awkwardly. Of course, Harry knew that. A little glass of wine wouldn’t hurt anyone. He wouldn’t bat an eyelash at anyone working for him for merely having a glass at dinner. Especially at a place like this.
He nodded slowly, taking her answer in as the waiter watched to see if she’d change her mind. Clearly, he was used to Harry, but this was obviously a first and he waited almost expectantly for her to change her answer. “Can I convince you t’have a glass of pinot?”
“Um...”
“It’s very light, miss,” the poor waiter promised. Maybe he was more aware that she gave the wrong answer than she was. Harry was ogling her curiously. Like she was a true mystery.
“No thank you, I really like water,” she assured him. She wasn’t lying. She did like water. “Do you have lemon water, by chance?”
He glanced at Harry again. “Yes, of course, miss. I’ll bring it right out,” he nodded.
Harry was still staring at her curiously. She was nervous to look up, but she did. His eyes were gentle again. His lips quirked in a smirk that was making her insides melt and warm her up—thank God because she swore the vent was aimed purposefully at her. “I don’t breathalyze anyone on the way in, love. Y’could get a glass of wine if you’d like,” he told her.
She nodded. “I know...I...I just don’t really like t’drink during the week all that much. Especially with work and stuff. Wine...usually gives me a headache too. Thank you, though. I’m sorry if that was awkward or wrong.”
He nearly snorted. Quietly of course. This place was near silent. She wondered what they put in the air to make it so quiet. “Wrong?” He repeated.
“I don’t know. I’m...I’m really nervous,” she admitted. “I’m sorry.”
“Kitten, what are y’apologizing for?” He asked shaking his head. “You’ve got no reason t’be nervous. I invited you, remember? I want you here,” he reminded her.
Swallowing, she nodded. “Okay.”
“Really, love. It’s supposed t’be easy and light. Don’t be nervous,” he repeated.
She took a deep breath and looked at him head on. He looked...soft. Like this wasn’t some weird first date that would help figure out the rules of their...companionship. Objectively, he looked like he was her boyfriend...and why wouldn’t he look like her boyfriend? As Eleanor pointed out, he was young. So was she, even younger than Harry. It was obvious Harry was brilliant, but Louis would tell her to stop selling herself short because she was exceedingly intelligent (and on the days when she was willing to compliment herself, she kind of believed that too). The only reason it was unfathomable was the fact that he was twenty times handsomer than she was beautiful and he looked about twenty times as rich.
But still, he seemed to look at her as if she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. It made her warm. Which, of course, reminded her of how cold she was. “Do they have a soup you could recommend?”
A pause before a slight chuckle. “You are...full of surprises, love.” Of course. No one orders soup at a place like this. Ladies were supposed to order salad. “It’s...warm outside,” it almost sounded like a question. She thought he might even ask if she was feeling okay.
“Um...” she swallowed and gestured in front of herself to point discreetly toward the vent. “The vent is blowing directly at me, it’s...kinda cold.”
Harry’s eyes immediately followed the path of her finger as she pointed and muttered a quiet, “Oh, for God’s sake,” under his breath while she finished speaking. As he stood up from the table, she thought she really messed up now. Harry quickly found the hostess and muttered something before he hurried back to her side of the table. “They’re going to move us,” he told her.
“Oh, God. Harry, that’s not necessary. I just—”
“Love, it’s fine,” he promised, putting a hand on her upper back as he stood by her chair. “M’not gonna have y’freeze before the appetizers.”
“But—”
“Love, it’s fine,” he repeated.
Biting her lip. “I didn’t mean to make a fuss,” she murmured standing up as Harry guided her to a nearby table.
“Not at all, love,” he promised. “I jus’ don’t want you t’be cold. I wish y’said something sooner,” he gestured to the table nearby away from the vents Harry draped his suitcoat over her shoulders before pulling her seat out.
“I’m really okay, Harry. I don’t—”
Gently grabbing her chin between his thumb and finger, he turned her eyes to his. Her breath hitched in her throat. Without his suitcoat he was left in his button down, tie, and vest ensemble and she thought she might lose her mind. It was worse than the rolled-up sweater sleeves. “Kitten, jus’ relax,” he hummed gently. “S’okay. I’ll get y’some soup and a lovely pasta dish,” he promised. He brushed his thumb over her cheek. “Okay, love?”
She nodded mutely and Harry smiled kindly at her. Coaxing her into her new seat and she waited for Harry to sit. “Sorry about the draft, miss,” the waiter returned settling her lemon water in front of her. “Here is your water. Can I get y’some hot tea?”
“She was wondering about the soup,” Harry interrupted. “Don’t usually get it myself here,” he told the waiter.
He nodded. “Of course,” Harry winked at her as he listed the different varieties they had for the evening, and she quietly chose the mixed vegetable. “Do you want to start with the prosciutto wrapped mango, Mr. Styles?” He asked.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she interrupted her face warming as she did. “I’m very allergic to mangoes. I know that’s odd.”
“Oh, well then never mind,” the waiter smiled easily. “I will bring the soup in the meantime.”
She bit her lip. “I’m sorry about—”
“You’re really going t’apologize for having an allergy?” He wondered.
Swallowing, she nodded. “Umm...”
He chuckled quietly shaking his head. “I think m’really going t’like having you around, love.”
*
After she apologized at least seventeen more times and thanked Harry profusely, they were finally in the car driving her back to her apartment. She was warm, full, and very happy with how the remainder of dinner went. Harry didn’t look at his phone once while they talked but was now scrolling through his missed messages while the driver was paused at a red light.
She kept her hands in her lap, folded neatly. “Did you miss a lot of calls during dinner?” She asked softly.
He shook his head. “Nothing important,” he smiled gently as he scanned. “Sorry, s’rude of me t’look when you’re beside me,” he slipped his phone back in his pocket.
“No, no. M’sure you have a lot more important messages than just asking me about my favorite color and stuff.”
That smirk of his graced his face again, melting her insides. He shook his head briefly and then tilted his head at her curiously. “What is your favorite color?”
“Blue.”
“Hmm...y’struck me as a red kind of girl.”
“I did like pink when I was younger but these boys in school made fun of girls that liked pink because it was so girly, so I decided to like blue instead. And I really do like blue. It’s much better for walls and decorations than pink,” he smiled brightly during her explanation, chuckling at her little feminist outcry.
They were parked outside her apartment. “Do you want me t’walk you in?” He asked as she unclipped her seatbelt.
“Oh...um...” the blood flooded her face thinking about Harry seeing the mess of the beautiful apartment Harry bought her and how she would die if he saw it. “I...I’m okay.”
“Hey love,” he said gently, stilling her hand by the wrist as she tried to gather her purse from the floor. “I had a lovely time tonight,” he promised. “I want t’do it again. If you’d like.”
Again, her breath caught in her throat. “Really?”
Chuckling, Harry nodded. “Yes. You’re very funny and sweet.”
“Can I ask you something, Harry?”
“Of course.”
“Am...do I need to worry about this internship? Because I really need it to get my degree and I don’t want to—”
Smiling, he shook his head. “You have nothing t’worry about, on that front, love. I don’t trust nearly anyone but Niall. He read your application and chose you because y’have the best qualifications and had glowing recommendations. I read them today after I realized I’d be seeing y’much more frequently,” he told her. “I think you’ll do really well,” he promised.
“Oh...good...it’s just...” she took a deep breath. “This is really hard for me to say, but I know interns don’t...typically last very long at Styles Inc. But I really want to...but I also have a very different...predicament,” she landed on after a moment.
He nodded. “You do. But you’re also the only one who shook m’hand, took m’coffee order, and seemed t’know what Niall needed before he did. All on the first day.”
“Tea,” she mumbled. Harry tilted his head in silent question toward her. “Black tea. Not coffee,” like she was reminding him of what he drank.
Harry nodded. “Exactly.”
“Okay,” she said.
“Are you sure y’don’t want me t’walk you up? See y’in safely?” He asked. She hesitated. She wondered if this was part of the...deal. But she really didn’t want him to see how bad it looked right now. Again, especially because he was paying for it.
“Can I be honest with you?” She said quickly.
Harry raised his eyebrows in surprise and nodded. “Of course, love.”
“I haven’t had time to unpack and it’s horrible in there right now and I don’t want to embarrass myself or you because I haven’t...unpacked. Especially when you’re paying for—”
He started to laugh a bit and it made the most beautiful face she had seen to date. His cheeks had a matching pair of indents with two beautiful dimples on either of his cheeks. Her body warmed at the beautiful sound of his laughter filling the car. “Kitten,” he shook his head. “I don’t care about any of that,” he rolled his eyes unclipping his belt and getting out of the car. She grabbed her purse and then tried to get out of the car except the handle was locked. She frowned. Harry opened it in the next instant before she had time to worry that she was trapped inside the back seat.
Smiling beautifully still, he shook his head at her. “Do men hold doors open for you, love?” He asked.
She blinked. “I’m sorry?”
“I will take that as a no, then,” he chuckled. “I would like t’hold doors open for y’whenever I can,” he explained.
“Oh,” she said in surprise. “Well, thank you.”
“M’pleasure.”
She got out carefully, worried she would trip and fall. Harry held his arm out for support, and they strolled up to her new apartment. She held her phone to the key reader and heard the lock click. On instinct, she reached for the door handle, touching Harry’s hand as of course he was ready to open it for her. “Thank you,” she said quietly hurrying through the door.
Harry followed behind her as they walked up one flight of stairs to the next floor. Turning to the left and then found themselves in front of the third door.
“It’s really a disaster,” she told him.
“Y’jus’ moved your stuff over a few days ago, love,” he reminded her. “S’okay.”
“I’m not a messy person. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about my habits and stuff—”
“Kitten, please open the door,” he rolled his eyes with a chuckle.
Shutting herself up, she took a deep breath and pushed the door open, flicked the light on, and gestured for Harry to enter.
“It’s not furnished?” He asked looking at the empty living room area. Just a TV, a few boxes, and a painting strewn on the floor. He moved toward the window, enjoying the view of the city night.
“Uh...no,” she kicked her shoes off and set her purse on the adjoining kitchen counter. “I...lived with my ex before. We rented from his aunt...she had all the furniture.”
“Oh. M’sorry. I didn’t realize, I would have made sure to furnish it for you—”
“Oh no, it’s okay. I just...ordered some yesterday. It’s supposed to be in by the end of next week.”
He turned from the window and stared at her. “You ordered some?” He asked.
Her blood felt cold and she was grateful she still had Harry’s suitcoat still wrapped around her because she was worried her teeth would start chattering. “Uh...yes. I figured you...you gave me a lot of money and of course I had some savings and stuff. And I needed a lot of furniture. I got a lot of tables, bookshelves, and my dressers from IKEA. That should actually be here sooner...and then I needed a couch and a TV stand, and I thought it might be worth having a desk. And I’ve always wanted a nice bed...one that had like a canopy option?” She started but then she realized she was over explaining. “I’m sorry...that was way more information than you needed. So—”
He raised his eyebrows at her in surprise. “You bought it yourself?”
“Uh...yes?”
“And you’re going t’put it all together...from IKEA...by yourself?”
“Well...my friends Eleanor and Louis will probably come over and help. Louis isn’t all that helpful—he’s usually too busy making jokes...but Eleanor and I can hold our own.”
He shook his head. “I’ve never met anyone like you, kitten,” she blushed and looked at her feet nervously. “I’ll...put more money in your account tonight, beautiful. Order as much furniture you want...but please don’t order stuff from IKEA.”
Biting her lip she nodded. “I don’t need you to put more—”
“Love,” he said gently and came across the room once more. Gently, he cupped his hands around her face. “S’what m’here for,” he reminded her. Carefully, he glanced at her eyes and then quickly pressed a kiss to her forehead. She thought she really might melt. She no longer needed his jacket. It was much too hot in the room, all from a little kiss on the forehead. “See you tomorrow?” He asked pulling away and heading toward the door.
“Um...Harry?” She asked.
“Yeah, kitten?”
“Can you just...text me when you’re home. So I know?”
She saw the way Harry’s eyes danced at her question. “Of course, love.”
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Silken Webs & Pirouettes - Miguel O’Hara x Reader
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Summary - You realize that maybe working with a man as intimidating as Miguel O’Hara just isn’t for you… Ballerina!Reader & CEO!Miguel. Alternate Universe with most of the characters included as seen in "Across the Spiderverse." Many cameos ahead. Miguel is a successful business owner but personality is canon. This is a steamy reader insert, Miguel x You! Enjoy and pls leave me lots of love and comments as it keeps me motivated <333
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You feel out of place. Stuffy, anxious, like a walking corpse with heavy eyes and an empty stomach. You’ve convinced yourself that once you waltz up those stairs, everyone is going to turn to you. Point and laugh as Mr. O’Hara rips you to tiny, pretty pieces with those awfully sharp teeth of his.
You took the stairs today because the glass elevator seems too dreadful. Each floor rising just getting you closer and closer to your demise, out in the open for the world to see.
You only have one flight left before you know it, though. The bittersweet stamina your body remembers from the times you used to twirl upon a silvered stage. You frown, maybe definitely purposely going slower up the final steps.
Your morning has been hectic. Your curls were in a battle with your hands and the straightener, reflecting the heat away like they were made of ice. Your hair is frizzy, and your ribbon has a tear in it. The sole of your boot is mere threads away from ripping apart and you’re terribly hungry. You had no time to eat, though.
The air constricts you as you reach the tip of the castle where the fanged creature with dark, unforgiving eyes dwells. Your body is overtaken with soft trembles yet you do your best to keep composed. Through the glass door and onto the shiny tiles.
The ambush doesn’t come… you ease.
Your eyes scan through the cold air that greets you. To your complete surprise, your Christmas tree still stands, covered in its pink bows and golden lights. You doubt you’ll ever be as confused as you are right now again at any other moment in your life.
Your eyes wander to the front desk where Cindy is seated, she smiles and nods and you swiftly make your way to her. Mary Jane wears glasses far too big for her petite face, clicking and clacking on her ivory keyboard.
“Hey!” She greets, handing you your bag of ribbons immediately.
It hasn’t been lit up to ash, it shocks you.
“Hey… is um…” thankfully she understands and you don’t have to say much more.
Christ, you’re treating him like he’s a monster tucked underneath your bed.
“Nope, he’s been out all morning… super weird between you and I, he’s never late!”
You believe her, but that doesn’t matter… all the tension in your body floats away like a cloud returning itself to the sky. The breath you’ve been holding since you conquered each step leaves you, and you finally feel as though you can breathe again.
“Uh oh, what’d you do?” Mary Jane inquires as she takes a sip of her peppermint tea.
You can only manage to shake your head, mumbling your gratitude softly and dragging the bag to the tree. The ladder still stands tall, taunting you with rusty screws.
“Hi pretty.” You whisper to the giant thing, hand burying itself in the tote to pluck out yet another pink ribbon. Knowing he’s gone, you work with ease. Gentle on the ladder, the ballerina in your heart still dances even though you cannot. Your balance is impeccable as you blanket the back of the tree now. It doesn’t take long.
Without him here, the office is alive. It’s happy. The women chat as they would while getting manicures at a salon. They giggle and swoon over Mr. O’Hara which is to be nothing more than expected. It makes you giggle. He must feel so high and mighty being surrounded by people bowing at the beck of his hand. Yet when his thumb doesn’t suffocate them, they blossom like roses.
They’re lovely, fun to listen to while you tinker with the tree. This is nice.
This is nice and the laughter and joy and “Santa, Baby” purring on the radio lasts all but an hour before dead silence and gasps soon flood your ears.
You chill, freezing up with your hand in the bag of bows. Your body is kneeling before the tree, the gold shining like starlight on your pretty features. Someone lowers the music quickly, and the man who simultaneously suffocates all the fun with just his presence alone walks through his elevator door.
You hear it ring, you hear the heavy clicks of his shoes and the adjust of his tie. Everyone is dead silent, now. Tense. Back to the normal that is known here.
You? You’re frozen, your head still bowed. You’re afraid of him, maybe. It is rare for you, you’re afraid of no one. Not anymore. Not after… well, it’s a promise you made to yourself.
Closer…
Closer..
Closer his boots near, until?
They stop.
They stop right beside you and god, it is right then in that moment that you’d rather run out and lay in the snow as you’re certain it would keep you warmer than you are in this moment, beneath him.
“You, come with me.” Is all he offers before marching forward on his path.
You gulp, maybe you misheard? A cautious glance at Cindy’s wide, sympathetic eyes and you know all you need to. This cruel, cruel man. He let you blanket his stupid, limp tree in ribbons, he let you get comfortable like a mouse under a warm lamp— not knowing there’s a serpent hiding away… ready to strike. Ready to tell you he’s letting you go.
Cindy raises her brows, as if rushing you to do something. To unfreeze. You dig your nails into your palm, hard enough to snap you back and you’re soon up on your feet. Each step you take, you look at nothing but your worn shoes.
The oak door is held open by him. They’re all staring, eyes like daggers stuck in your back.
“Time to actually do your work, ladies.” He commands, they comply immediately. Does he have a spy? Perhaps a meter that starts ringing when there’s too much fun…
The oak door slams, trapping you— the little mouse into his warm den. The sound startles you, making your eyes fall shut.
Keep it together…
He walks past you swiftly, scent of rich firewood and coffee intoxicating your body so much so that if you weren’t so horrified right now, your mouth would water.
“Sit.” He commands as he takes his place upon his leather throne.
You let out a shaky breath, making your way forward with all the force you have left within you. Maybe you should just blurt out an apology and book it straight for the highest hills you can find…
The zombie you are, dressed in clothes you used to wear for rehearsal as it’s all you have. Ivory tights and pom pom boots, a pink skirt and wrapped shirt. You rehearse the moves of walking and sitting like a dance you’ve danced before. The leather is cold when it engulfs you, unpleasant.
You clasp your hands in your lap, picking at the remnants of the French manicure Rio gave you last week. Waiting for it, expecting, remembering. Your head is hung in shame, in submission.
“You look nervous.” He observes.
You stay silent, reluctant to admit how true that really is.
You feel him, you feel him like fire on your skin. His eyes demanding your attention, but you can’t. You won’t. It isn’t good enough for him. He leans forward,
“You’re new here, but if you cared to ask my girls what my first rule is? You’d know that you look at me when I talk to you, do you understand?” He commands, and like a ballerina does, you mend and comply. Heated as your face as becomes, rapid as your heart flutters, and nervous as your being is… your eyes follow the order and shoot up to face his own.
They are dark, scorching into you like hellfire, an incomparable inferno. You want to shrink, but you won’t. You can’t give him the satisfaction.
“Rule two. Answer me.” He commands.
“Yes…” you whisper.
He’s satisfied, at least you hope. It certainly seems that way. He leans back in his leather chair and keeps his eyes locked on you. It is then you’re certain he’s a sadist. It’s obvious, obvious by the way you press your knees together and pick at your polish that you’re uncomfortable. He doesn’t care.
The silence is dreadful, heavy and suffocating. You try your best to hold it, stare into his eyes and ignore the fire burning your skin from the bone but god— it’s too much.
“I didn’t know!” You blurt out, half hoping he is deaf yet also half hoping he understands what you mean.
His eyes narrow and you’re certain you’ve made a fool of yourself again. You let your gaze fall and the subtle sound you hear under his breath makes you snap them right back up.
“I know. Keep it that way.” He forces through clenched, sharp teeth.
If he wasn’t so horrifying, so cruel, you’d feel sorry for him. His words, the subject, it’s painful for him to utter— to think of. You can tell.
The silence blankets the room again, and your eyes beg him to let you glance anywhere but at him. You’re desperate though, the bigger part of you. Desperate to suffer here, instead of home. Maybe he knows just how desperate you are, maybe he’s using it. Maybe he’s delaying the inevitable, maybe there’s nothing you can do to avoid it.
It seems like forever, but he eventually speaks.
“I want you to do something for me.”
Pack your shit and leave…
You finish his words within the confines of your mind, prepared for them. They never come, no… what follows only shocks you.
“I want a tree. A small one for my office. Red and blue ribbons, and soccer ornaments.”
What?
This man, this enigma of a man seems to be the most capable creature alive and able to make your head spin like a record. You shake your head, confused…
“What?” It’s a soft whisper, weak.
“Rule three, I don’t repeat myself. You heard me.”
You did. You did and you still don’t slightly believe it. You’re dreaming, that must be it. You fell on the stairs on the way up and you’ve been tucked away in a coma.
No. It can’t be true. Sure, if anyone on this earth would be intimidating enough to make you truly feel their gaze in a coma, it would be him… but it’s far too real, too intense to simply exist within your imagination.
“I— can do that, sir.”
He only nods, once. Voice louder now, commanding the room, commanding you.
“I want it done by tonight, on my desk before you leave.”
You nod, mind still jogging to keep up with this conversation, to understand it. Your brows are furrowed, eyes searching for an invisible answer around the room. They land back on him and it’s as if he was waiting for them to do just that. A raise of his brow and he gives you an expression you can’t quite understand.
“You’re dismissed.”
Oh.
He talks to you like you’re just a dull-brained creature, incapable of understanding a word he says, an idiot. You stand on your feet and then swiftly turn your back on him, which is somehow more frightening than looking him in the eyes.
That must be it, you suppose. You’re grateful. Baffled but, grateful. You won’t test your luck, you won’t question it. Perhaps Cindy was onto something with her analysis of him. He’s just not— soft.
No, he’s in control and commanding and intimidating and far far easier to deal with than the cavalry at home. Okay… okay, you can manage this.
Even so? You can’t walk quicker to the door, it seems— hurrying out like the inferno from his eyes is just behind you. It is. The oak creaks softly behind you, and you huff as you make it out to the other side, surviving to tell the story of how you evaded the beast. Mary Jane and Cindy’s eyes are wide and waiting.
You only offer a thumbs up and nod, then get straight to work.
You’re happy for the excuse to waltz the city during this lovely time of year. Especially when you’re not paying for the things you buy. The streets are lined with snowfall surrounding cobble pavement, brick roads and sparkling trees that reach the sky. There are smiling St. Nick’s on every street corner and employees dressed as elves in every small shop. It smells of coffee and chocolate chips.
You’re not at all dressed for December. Your check hasn’t come in just yet, you’ll buy warm clothes when it does. Jack Frost is a bite on your shoulder, cheeks and nose pink and chilled from the snow. You’re trembling.
That doesn’t matter though because you’re also dancing, right now. Dancing like you did as a ballerina; that equates to simply following orders. It isn’t until the warmth of the small gift shop nearby embraces you that you ease. Warmth crawls up your spine and burns Jack off of it. You can think, now. You can stop following orders, stop dancing.
Your trembling fingertips are numb, grazing over the snow globes, ribbons and ornaments. Hmm…
Soccer…
Perhaps he’s a fan…
Blue and red ribbon…
Your teeth chatter as you grab a wicker basket and collect each color. You find lights to compliment them and a dark, lonely little tree by the windowsill. Fitting. Ornaments, then. Soccer balls and goals, flags and tennis shoes. It becomes more apparent as you fill your basket that this is not for him.
Cautiously, you grab your cracked phone and find your watch history. The thumbnail, the picture from last night. Where the grinning ghost sits on his shoulders, she’s adorned in a socccer jersey. No, the tree is not for him at all…
It’s for her.
Sadness swells at the base of your throat but you force it down with a gulp. Gentle thing you are, always so empathetic with the world around you. Even the cruelest parts.
Yet, his words from earlier only echo in your mind.
Keep it that way.
Maybe you’re stupid or maybe you’ve just never been good at following orders when there’s not a wire hanger involved… but you just can’t.
Your eyes glaze over the wooden ornaments stand and land upon a dark oak frame with a vacant place for a picture. You know just what you’ll do…
Time passes quickly and you are back at the office soon. The tree is small, but you handle it with care and adoration. You tie the ribbons by hand and place them snugly upon the blossomed branches. The lights are a mixture of red, gold and blue. The star is gold too and it compliments the rest nicely. The ornaments are small, hanging like icicles from the tips of each branch. Overall? It’s perfect. Missing one, final touch though.
Everyone has left, the office lights dim. It’s just you and the grinch who’s steadily growing a heart. Maybe not three sizes bigger just yet, but you’ll take even a quarter. It’s big enough for him to keep you at least… for now.
You hurry over to the front desk where you print the picture, ink staining the colors vivid and bright.
Her smile was so pretty…
You cut the excess paper and grab the photo frame ornament, adorning it with the heart warming picture of him and his little girl. After you clean your mess, you place the final touch upon his tiny tree and revel in your masterpiece. Perfection, all you ever strive for.
But now? Back into the devil’s den.
You would be lying if you said your heart isn’t pounding as you approach the oak door, but as soon as you make it there— you steady yourself.
You remember who you are, what you have survived.
One cold man who you won’t know in a few months can’t take that. Your fire.
The tree is stable in your hands, but it needs both of them to balance upright. With your foot, you knock.
No answer.
You knock again…
And, no answer.
With a huff, you risk the possibility of angering the beast more than he usually is and use your bum to push the large thing open. You’re very much annoyed to find him alert and well, glasses resting on his face as he types away at a document on his laptop. The square thing looks like a toy compared to his hands.
Christ.
He doesn’t regard you, he doesn’t need to. He already gave his orders. You’re careful to maintain balance as you gently bring the tree to his desk and place it to the corner of him. A switch of a button and it glows. You catch him then, glancing just once at it before continuing his work. The lights reflect in his glasses.
You tidy up a few spots and ribbons that shifted from transfer and then step back to admire. You’re satisfied. You don’t bother saying goodbye, he’s immersed enough as is and you’d rather refrain from unnecessary interaction with the heatmiser.
You smooth your skirt as you make your way out, ribbons bouncing on your locks. The door shuts behind you, you’re safe again.
The tiles squeak as your boots kiss them, gathering your bag and phone— you get ready to leave. Near the stairs and then— oh, right. You forgot to unplug the tree.
You know well how much of a disaster it would be if you set the floor on fire. With a huff, you make your way back and check the moisture with two fingers. All is well. You bend over and unplug the golden shimmer to make the top floor even darker, hearing the oak door shut swiftly as you do. It makes you jump.
Just when you almost missed him.
His steps are heavy… heavier than usual. Quicker too.
He must be tired, anxious for his bed. He’s filthy rich. He probably has the biggest bed with dozens of pillows and the softest of sheets. You wish your bed was like that…
You turn.
Maybe one day you’ll have a bed just as— oh!
Two hands case you up against the wall beside your ribbon tree, and all you see in front of you is that look.
That. Look.
It’s back.
Monstrous, horrifying, furious with you.
The darkness, the redness in his eyes is clearer now. The veins in his neck and the tension in his shoulders and jaw.
He raises his hand, you flinch by habit. Grasped tightly in it is the picture, except now— the glass has been shattered and it’s cutting into his palms. Your eyes widen, hands reaching out to help him. He pulls his palm back before you can, moving his head so that his eyes are staring directly into yours.
That look.
You chill.
“¿Qué carajo es esto!? Huh!? Tell me!” He growls, voice guttural, loud, horrifying— and it is then that you realize now more than ever that you truly are the mouse. And he? He’s the serpent.
With a grunt, he throws the glass ornament with his smiling, pretty girl across the room. It shatters even more once the wall finds it. He cases you in again, and you know now just how trapped you truly are. Just you and him on this lonely floor. He’s angry. You’re shaking.
You’ve seen this anger before. In her… in Katerina.
A gulp, maybe you’re a fish because your mouth bobs open far too many times to explain and yet you can’t. speak. The words catch themselves on the tip of your tongue. Your eyes can’t take it, they fall shut as you slow your breathing. There’s panic on the horizon. Memories so familiar to this flood back like an ocean of poison in your mind.
His index and thumb move to grip your chin, so angry and yet his grip is only firm, not painful. He tugs your face enough so that your eyes shoot open again.
“Did I tell you to do this?” His voice, perhaps it’s scarier now. It’s dark, low, composed like a cap on shaken pop.
“You knew better, girl! You knew better!” Her voice now… Katerina’s. Echoing in your head.
You’re suffocating, the air around you is too thin. You can’t breathe, you can’t look at those eyes.
No, no no. You’re panicking. His features blur as tears pool in your sight. He tugs your chin again, they fall onto his fingertips.
“You already forgot my rules, huh? You stupid, stupid girl…” he spits.
“You ungrateful, stupid girl.” She screams against your skull.
“I told you to keep it that way, didn’t I? Díos mio! What’s the matter with you?” He’s exasperated. He’s asking, eyes commanding an answer from you. You don’t know.
What is the matter with you?
Like the mythology of Rogue, it’s like everything you touch withers by your hand.
After everything Katerina gave you… after he took a chance letting you work here.
Your throat constricts as you gaze into the serpent’s eyes. Your heart is a hummingbird’s then, fighting so hard to fill that clouded brain with oxygen. You’re dizzy. You’re remembering.
You can’t. You need to move you need—
You can’t stop yourself, hand shooting up to dig your nails into the skin of his wrist. His eyes shoot toward the spot and he hisses, pulling it back. You take the chance to escape.
Under his arm and you stumble forward, hugging your midsection with a gasp, desperate for a lick of oxygen to bless your burning lungs.
A sob takes over you, but a close of your eyes and a quick inhale of the firewood and coffee that intoxicates you and you remember just where you are. You’re in his office. You’re not with her. You’re here. You’re here and you don’t want to be, anymore.
No, no not with him. Not after this. All of it, all of him. It’s too much, it’s too far. You don’t deserve this. You don’t deserve home either but at least there you can save up and flee…
You’re so panicked, all your mind can do is run over the many ways you’re going to call home through the flashing images of her. Images of Katerina bloom like ivy in your mind as you plan out your next steps. You feel glued in place yet so desperate to leave.
You glance at the broken glass and jagged smile of the ghost girl, jumping when the warmth of his palm greets your shoulder.
“Mirame, look at me.” He commands, but softly. Rather, softer than usual.
You feel pathetic yet still, your hand shoots up to push his own away from behind you.
You’ve had enough.
You buried the devil in your past. Your life is far too valuable to dance with another one.
You’d rather be cased up at home forever, working a job around family that think of you as nothing more than scum than be around him for a day longer.
You know, now…
“I quit.” You force out through another sob, not daring to turn and face him. You’re hunched over, shaky and weak. On the verge of suffocating completely. You wipe at your eyes and don’t hear another sound from him before you snatch your bag and phone and practically run to the stairwell.
Two steps at a time, maybe three before December’s chill kisses you in icy greeting. You don’t need to whistle for a cab to brake. In you go, familiar as you’ve done this twice now because of him.
Only this time? You’ll never come back again…
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rkivepetals · 8 months
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* ˚ ✦labyrinth* ˚ ✦
Oneshot
Jjk x reader
Warnings: none
Word count: 2.8k
.•♫•♬• oh, I’m falling in love •♬•♫•.
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Tears filled my eyes but I shut them close, my hand clasping the ring which was once in my love’s fingers. Some tears fall down my eyes as I try to glance at jiyeon. She’s walking out of the coffee shop where we called off our relationship. Her white dress flaring in the air as my breathing quaver. It happened in five minutes, the love of five months vanished in just five minutes. It took her five minutes to break my heart, throw me out of her life. All the tiny pieces of castle I made for her faded away just like this.
I gulped down my hurt and got up, wiping my eyes, as I paid for her coffee and left the suffocating cafe. It was once my favourite cafe but now I don't even want to think about it. I unsystematically wander around. It was late evening, around 8 pm and I was in an almost empty area, the streetlights were dimmed and the cool summer air flowing through. I removed my cap and ruffled my hair and suddenly I was on the ground. “Where were you running?!” I hear a feminine scream as my eyes widen.
“M-miss, I—“ “give me my bag you bastard!” I take heavy, shortened breaths, “what bag?!” She gasped loud and got off my back to bring my collar towards her. And I stopped for a moment. Her summery fragrance was attractive but her emerald eyes shining like a gem was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Her face was close, “are you mute?!” I flinched. She squints her eyes and looks closely to me, as if someone drown her in realisation she leaves my collar. “Oh I’m sorry, I need to go!”
She ran away as I frowned, “wait!” She didn’t hear me so I got off the road and ran behind her. “Hey!” She stops finally, a white half sleeved t-shirt with some embroidery on it paired with blue low-rise jeans. She looks like one of those mean girls characters I don’t know about. “What? I said sorry?” She says with a fastened breath and I shake my head. “Did someone steal something from you?” I ask as she frowns first and then nods. “My chanel bag,” she pauses, “yeah maybe not mine, but like I was incharge of that” she rolls her eyes.
I bite my bottom lip and my eyes shift to a running figure across the street, my eyes widened. “He’s there!” I yelled as she ran towards the man. I go from the other side to catch him, “dude fucking give that to me it’s literally empty and it’s not real! I know Sara is fake as fuck! She would never give me her bag for a picnic!” I heard her extremely loud outcomes as I finally caught the bald thief from his collar and snatched the bag away. I see her running towards me, taking the bag from my hand and hitting his head with it.
“Mannerless!” She brawls and the thief runs away. “Thanks” she mumbled at me. This place is a little more bright so now I can see her face. And oh damn she’s beautiful. Her hair was open with cute little colourful pins, emerald eyes paired with thick long lashes, and a chewing gum in her mouth with shiny gloss on her lips. She smelled like sweet yet sour candy. “No problem” I nod. She scratched her head nervously, “uh..sorry I thought you were a thief” she says and licks her lips.
“I’m y/n, by the way.” I stared at her hands with colourful bead’s bracelets and rings. “Jungkook” I take her hand in mine to feel just tingly and heat up all of a sudden. Ew dude you just broke up. My inner voice tells me “You’re very pretty, y/n” I compliment as she chuckles, “I know. And uh…you’re good” she says with pink tinted cheeks. I don’t know if that’s her blush. “Soda?” She asks as I frown. “Oh? For what?” She rolls her eyes annoyed, “for helping me get the bag!”
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I ended up In a soda shop, “one lemonade with spark and fruit beer” she ordered as the man smiled and gave us two glasses made of plastic and straw on them. She thanks while paying and sips her lemonade sparkling water. “You look very sad Jungkook” she says and swallows her drink while I hear it. “Do I look this bad?” She snorts, her emerald eyes sparkling. “Your saddened face tells that, beside you don’t even smile” she says as she looks at me. She takes her free hand to my face and stretches my lips to a smile as I chuckled.
“See?” She shrugs with a smooth smile. “Wow I’ve never got someone do this to me”, I sip my drink, “it’s nice” I say as she nods. “You don’t look English. Where’re you from?” She asks. “I’m from Korea. Came to London for work purposes” she nods while biting her straw, “you?” I asked as she looked at me. “Born and raised in London, a graphic designer” she says and eye her top once again, no wonder the Olivia Rodrigo brutal lyrics look so funky, she designs prints I’m sure. “Like the shirt?”
She asks as I chuckled. “It’s cute, Very cute. I love these bubble letters” she nods her head. “It’s hand painted” my eyes widened, “it’s so cool” I say as she smiles wide at me. “I know right?” I nod my head. God, it’s brutal out here! I glance at her purple letters once again and sip my drink. “Where do you live?” I asked, “nearby. With my parents.” I throw my glass at the empty trashcan and stuff my hands in my jean’s pockets. “That’s cool. I live alone” I say and eye the moon. She hums, “why don’t you go back to Korea then?”
I sigh at her question, “I…me and my girlfriend was about to get married” she snorts her drink. “What?!” I blinked rapidly and nodded. “Yeah…but then she wanted to leave our relationship because she thinks that i’m rushing things and is sick of my cold behaviour” I say as my head spins with memories. She clears her throat, “you look pretty fine? I don’t see you’re cold. And how long were you dating to get married?” She asks and throws her glass in the trash can. “Five months” she hums, “have you dated before?” I raised my eyebrows. “Are you a love guru?” She laughs at my question.
“Okay leave that, what’s your age?” She asks, “I’m twenty five” she nods, “same. But I’m definitely not getting married for the next decade. Like, c’mon dude! Why’d you wanna marry so early?!” She asks as I thought deeply. And yeah, why would I wanna marry so early? It’s fine at the age of 25 to get married in busan. But was I seriously rushing things? A whistle sounded in the air as I looked at her. “You seem to be in a deep thought, kook” my eyes Dilated at her nickname.
“Uh-oh-I-“ she giggles in her honey soft voice. “You’re flustered” she mumbled and walked a little forward than me. I don’t know what To say so I just eye my fidgeting fingers. “You’re even blushing, cute!” She giggles cutely. As I shut my eyes in embarrassment. “Hey, kook! It’s fine. Shit happens, you’ll get through it.” She smiles at me, a little far away but her scent still lingered in the air. I smile back, “you should smile more. You look handsome while smiling” she says as she walks away.
And I stare at her figure, smiling stupidly until I realise I didn’t even knew her number. I bite my bottom lip. Help yourself, jeon. You’ve just broken up with someone. I pout and huffed annoyed. I would definitely get to know y/n more if it wasn’t for me being with jiyeon. Maybe I’m always indeed expecting too much from everyone and myself. I roam around the empty streets aimlessly, surprisingly, I didn’t think about jiyeon. Y/n had taken over my mind for the whole evening and I kinda feel bad to not have her number.
She’d be a great friend to cheer someone up on bad days. I sighed laboriously and tossed on my bed. Past midnight and I’m just laying with y/n over my mind. Her eyes were all over my head. Please get out of my head. It somehow makes me feel guilty. I screamed in my pillow And took my phone out to distract my mind. I ended up sleeping with some Taylor swift song running in my empty earphones. And the next morning I was at the bus stop, in a blue loose t-shirt and some ripped jeans.
I had bought a soda can to cool my nerves, waiting for the bus. I eye the familiar wavy dark brown hair with colourful clips, a sage green sleeveless dress, my breath hitched at her beautiful figure. She probably has a boyfriend you pervert! My inner voice scolds again as I gulp and shake my head. My bus comes and goes and I stand there still. Seeing her smiling as she takes her smoothie and sits on the bench under the shade to enjoy her time. She’s doing absolutely nothing to me yet here I am so fucking influenced.
I have this weird feeling about approaching her, talking to her, and being friends with her. Ugh this is so bad. My balled up fist and wrinkled forehead as I try to think straight. “Boom!” I flinched as I opened my eyes to see her, wasn’t she across the street just now? My heartbeat fastened yet I felt supremely calm. She smiles, “hi kook!” Fuck fuck fuck. This isn’t good, I was feeling the same when I met jiyeon at my workplace. My breathing quavers as I stared into her emerald sparkly eyes.
Lost in the labyrinth of her eyes. She waves a hand in front of me, “are you okay?” Her sparkly eyes were dull with dark green worriedness, I shook my head to clear my thoughts. “I-I’m fine. Just leave me alone” I blurted out as I saw her face flattened into nothing, “oh” she smiles sadly and walks away. And it hurts in my chest, seeing her walk away sad. Oh god what have I done? I met her yesterday! My mind fumbled into endless trains of thoughts as I breathed heavily. This is bad, it’s not even a day since I broke up and, I look up to see y/n at the same spot drinking her smoothie.
Uh-oh. I’m falling in love.
Oh no, I’m falling in love again.
Oh, I’m falling in love.
I gulped my insecurities down. I thought everything’s gonna end, and…I’m scared this time. I’m very scared well I actually already fucked up. I took my head in my hands and deterred from looking in her direction, stop doing that. You’ll again get hurt. I actually agree with my inner voice this time.
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For the next five days, I didn’t see her. But apparently she’s the only one I was thinking about. I kind of accept that I was liking her, not in a friendly way I was telling to myself. But maybe more. I feel comfortable around her, it’s like if happiness and comfort was a person, it would be her. funny since I only had one meaningless conversation over some dick head thief. I sighed and stretched my body. Work is so boring these days, I don’t find any sort of motivation to fill my stomach.
I exit my office after submitting some documents and taking a two day work leave. I stare at the maroon sky of the evening. Weekends will start tomorrow, the world is going on too fast and so am I. Didn’t even take me a week to jump on another girl, what am I? A playboy? I sighed. “Sucks to be you, Jungkook.” I mumbled as I took my phone out to find some good restaurants nearby as I crashed into another person. I kind of stopped when I felt someone exhale on my neck.
“Sorry” she whispered and tried to escape but I held her hand. I know those panicking emerald eyes. “What happened?” I asked and she avoided my gaze. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to disturb your personal sp—“ “I asked what happened” my voice was grim, she sighs. “I forgot my wallet. At a restaurant.” She says and walks away. Her brown hair waving with the breeze, I stood there for a moment. See her run away from me. Then something in me tells me, it’s fine. You can at least help her.
I ran after her, fast as I stood before her. Her hair coming in front of her face. “What?” She asked, I bite my lip. “What was the name of the restaurant?” I asked, and she thought for a moment. “Friends.” It’s near the street, I remove my jacket and give it to her. “What?” She asks as I scratch my head nervously. “Some perverts are staring at you” I mumble, awkward and shy. She takes the jacket from me and looks behind her, she makes a ball of the jacket and throws it at the bunch of men who were staring at her.
“Fuck off!” My eyes widened, there were about five or seven men which I can’t possibly beat so I took her hand and ran towards the restaurant. We stop behind an alley. “The jacket wasn’t meant for that” I breathe heavily as I take the support of the wall. “Thank me because I used it in a better way” I laugh, sweat dripping down my face and neck. I stare at her sparkly emerald eyes, her ruby lipstick smeared a little. I forward my hand, “let’s go” she frowns, “where?”
I roll my eyes, “to get your wallet?” I smiled a little, she smiled. “Fuck you” she mumbled and walks outside of that alley as I follow her behind, laughing. I enter inside the restaurant, “uh excuse me” I say, “I came here a few minutes ago. At table four, I forgot my bag. Can you please get it?” She asks as the staff frowns, “well I can at least try” the waiter says as he slips to the table four of two. “You came here with friends?” I asked as she shook her head. “Date”, my heart struck me with a lightning bolt.
“With myself” I smile sheepishly, “you’re one self care one aren’t you?” She chuckles. “I don’t know?” She shrugs as I smile. “This one?” The waiter asks as I see her face lit up, a dark green bag matched with her bodycon dress. “Thanks!” She smiles brightly at him. I can see him blush. Oh no. Please don’t collect men like that, y/n. I dragged her outside of the restaurant. “Thank god my notes are safe!” She was shuffling through her bag. I pulled her aside, we were in the middle of a road.
“Yo” I say as she looked up at her sparkling emerald eyes. “You seem to be in huge trouble, Jungkook,” she says as she hangs her bag around her shoulder and walks. I frowned, “as if?” I tried to ask her. She was true, I was indeed in a huge, beautiful trouble. “Like a love mess kind of thing.” My orbs enlarge, “wow. Any advice?” “Didn’t you just break up with someone?” I shut my eyes tight in embarrassment. Oh god. We walked in silence, no words spoken and it was choking me.
“It’s fine”, she said finally in the suffocating velvet silence. I look at her. “It’s fine to move on fast.” She exhales. “It’s fine to find comfort in a person.” It feels like a confession. I bite my lip, my fingers fiddling with each other. Ask her out. My brain says, no. She’s talking about someone else! My other half says as I exhale. “Hey y/n,” she looks at me, humming while chewing a candy. “Can you-uh.” I clear my throat. “Would you go on a date with me?” I blinked rapidly and my body heated up. She chuckled.
“You did not just do that” “what?” “Stole my heart” I smiled shyly and looked down. “Stop lying” I murmured as she hummed. “When?” She asks as my eyes lit up, “uh tomorrow?! Breakfast? Well I kind of skip breakfast and Uhm..it’s too hot to get—“ “night”, she looks at me. “Tomorrow, dinner. At the exact same restaurant” she points backwards. I smile, my heart swells with warmness and happiness. “Okay” I say. Indeed it’s fine to move on fast. You don’t always need to hold onto someone for long.
It doesn’t prove someone something. And it’s even better when you find comfort in someone, whom you feel that they deserve you. I smile, after all I was in love.
The end.
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rypnami · 3 months
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A Weasley Christmas
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my contribution to the discord Weasley Wednesday christmas collab put together by @cuffmeinblack ! thank you for arranging this, it was so fun! this one is shorter because i'm not back to fic writing yet but i had to do this :) <3 if you see this and you know me irl no you didn't.
characters: garreth weasley, mentioned mama weasley and matilda weasley
word count: n/a
warnings: none! just fluffiness
Christmas had always been one of Garreth’s favourite holidays. Spending the days leading up to it around the castle with his friends, bringing his partner MC home for the actual holiday, and just being with people he loved was always the highlight of his year. For most of his life, he’d enjoyed the whole season. In fact, one of his mother’s favourite stories to tell about him was centred around one of his first Christmases. 
When he was small, he was quite an escape artist. From the second he could crawl, he was always on the move. Once he could walk, he would wander around, pick things up, and then drop them as he moved on to the next thing. This was all fine and cute most of the time, but when it was around the holidays, and he would throw glass ornaments on the floor after plucking them off the tree, things became much riskier. His parents tried everything they could to keep him away from the tree, to avoid him cutting his little feet on the broken shards, but tiny Garreth was determined to get his hands on the shiny baubles. Even hanging them out of his reach didn’t work- he always found a way to grab them. 
In the end, his mother decided to keep him around her at all times. Always keeping an eye on him. At first he had thrown tantrums, but in the end he realised he liked being with his mother. He would toddle around as she cooked and baked for Christmas dinner with his aunt, and once he was a bit older he would help around, too. 
When he was 3 years old, he tried to help his mother bake some cookies for his siblings and cousins. He didn’t really do much to help, he mostly just sat there and watched, sometimes handing his mum ingredients, but he felt like he was being very helpful. Things were going well, until he picked up the flour to carry it to his mother. He made it halfway across the kitchen with the bag held firmly in his arms, until his clumsy toddler feet caught on a slightly raised tile and he went crashing to the floor. The flour exploded all over, covering him completely and scattering. There was so much of it that his fiery ginger hair looked almost blond. 
He cried and cried about it, both because he’d spilled the flour and bumped his head on the way down, until they’d cleaned up and started over.
Even now, so many years later, his mother loved to talk about that. Especially since Garreth had become much more competent as a baker. At least he didn’t cause that much chaos these days.
Well, most of the time.
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Gluing the broken glass
(But with my double vision, how was I supposed to see the way?)
The party was in full bloom. The town kids were playing with sand, making a castle together, Antonio was giving some visions to people. It wasn't something too strange, just small things like the weather tomorrow or what they would buy. And, maybe, he got some visions to make sure of how to have a good first impression with the other kids.
Mirabel was dancing near the new stand with food that her Tía had brought in once she calmed down enough to do it carefully. This night was good and pretty fun, Mirabel enjoyed some company in here, feeling the sea breeze hitting her face and fluttering her messy dark brown curls. The music sounded from every corner of the big room. Or at least from where Mirabel could hear it. Really, nothing would ever go wrong.
She was startled at the loud sound. As Mirabel looked around frantically, she noticed that the table had been turned over, on the other side she saw José, who was awkwardly scratching his arm.
"Lo siento..." He mutered, realizing how much attention he got now. "Just got carried away."
Mirabel looked at his hand, there would be a bit of a bruise, nothing too bad. But Mirabel hated it when anyone was hurt. Because it meant that she wasn't good enough, that she wasn't able to heal them. And that was why she healed everything, no matter how minor the injury was. It made her feel proud of herself.
"Don't worry, I'll bring something else." There wasn't much food left. No, maybe it would be enough to eat for a couple of days, but it was the greatest celebration in the last ten years. There couldn't be any restrictions on food. She sighed, walking down the patio. Maybe it was her fault. Mirabel was the one who decided to place the food stand so close to the dancefloor. Good thing it was just a bruise. What if anyone would trip and broke something? It was just unacceptable. 
Mirabel had always tried her hardest to heal everyone. And there always was more to heal. And it made her sick to the stomach. Why couldn't she just do something so no one would ever get injured? Why couldn't she heal everything? Wasn't she trying hard enough? Mirabel sighed harshly, leaning against the cold wall.
*Crack!*
She stopped dead in her tracks. It was an empty patio with her and Casita only. Maybe Camilo sent one of his pets to prank her? But as Mirabel looked around, she couldn't see anyone else. Sometimes cracked again before a quiet crash followed a few moments later. Something broke at the Mirabel's left. She inhaled sharply in panic and turned around. At the paved brickworked floor lay a shattered piece of a roof tile. 
"Casita?" Mirabel mumbled in surprise. "Are you okay?" She leaned down, patting the edge with her fingers. A moment later she gasped in pain and dropped the tile down, now feeling a sharp pain from a fresh cut. Cracks spread from the place where Mirabel dropped the quadrel in panic. They ran all over the floor, climbing up the walls, between the shiny doors that now flickered like a candle flame on the wind, running higher and higher, all over the patio, to the Madrigals' candle that was dripping for the first time in Mirabel's memory.
The teenager jumped on her feet in terror. The house could collapse at any second now with all those breaks around. And the whole village had been partying inside, completely unaware of this.
Any thoughts of getting the food were abandoned immediately as Mirabel rushed back to Antonio's room at a speed that she had never considered possible for herself. It didn't matter at the moment, she just had to get everyone to safety.
"THE HOUSE IS ABOUT TO FALL!" Mirabel's voice echoed through the room. Everyone stared at how she burst in completely out of breath. "There's cracks everywhere! Casita could collapse on us! Get out, everyone!" She begged, staring at the shocked crowd.
Abuela had fixed her shawl, wrapping it a bit tighter. "Show me," She demanded, following out of Antonio's room
But... As Mirabel rushed outside again, the house was clear. Completely still and solid. Mirabel wiped her glasses. Maybe she imagined this? But no, her finger and palm stung from the cut that was slowly dripping with blood. 
"I... I swear they were here just a moment ago!" Mirabel begged, looking up at the shocked and somehow exhausted and disgusted crowd. Yes, she probably didn't look good from their perspectives.
Abuela just shook her head in disapproval before turning back to the people and announcing that everything was fine before pushing them back into Antonio's room. Frankly, everyone was way more interested in spending a fun night. 
Julieta pushed her way through the crowd and looked at Mirabel with one of those worried expressions that she hated so much 
The kitchen was quiet, filled only with the sound of a flickering candle. "The cracks were real!" Mirabel muttered, grabbing one of the covered plates with her favorite arepas. She did her best to ignore the burning pain then her wound pressed against the table. Her mom followed after quickly, almost examining Mirabel with her gaze. "You don't think I would dare to ruin Antonio's night, right?"
"Of course not, I just think you had a really long day." The older woman sat next to her, gently patting her head. "You've probably overtired yourself and imagined something."
Mirabel chewed her arepa unwillingly, almost wanting to get out of there. "I'm not tired. Everything was real and just disappeared." she crossed her arms letting out an annoyed huff. "And if it wasn't real, how did I cut my hand?" She gazed over her quickly disappearing wound.
Julieta was stunned, not knowing what to say at this but she still didn't look like she believed in Mirabel's words, so latter looked away, hiding her frown. "...Sweety, go to sleep, okay? You'll feel way better in the morning." She patted Mira's shoulder calmingly gentle.
Mirabel looked down, why didn't anyone believe her? Antonio was one of her closest friends despite their age gap, she would never even think about making such a cruel joke and ruining his party. But she also didn't have any strength to come back to his room and see anyone, mostly wanting to be left alone for now. Even talking to her mom annoyed her way too much. But Mirabel is a teenager, so it probably was normal.
Julieta tapped over her shoulder slightly, getting her attention. "I'll take care of your work." She immediately transformed, now taking Mirabel's own form. "I love you, mi amor."
Mirabel just sighed harshly and muttered "I love you too," before getting out of the cook room.
Mirabel had no idea of how long she was lying in her bed, staring at the log ceiling. Each time she closed her eyes she saw crack running through Casita. It was something that didn't let her rest, the entire situation felt like a strange dream. There was no explanation of why these cracks appeared and where they had gone in such a quick time.
"I'll just... check Casita." She bit her lip, jumping on her feet. 
Her sleep place was nearly the exit of her room, probably to ensure she could go to the kitchen as fast as it required. The house was normal, nothing seemed off. The magic flame flickered on the wind. Mirabel swallowed and got into the nursery quietly, there was a way on the roof from here. Luckily, Isabela was a deep sleeper and there was almost no way to wake her up. Mirabel still made sure not to make any sound.
Mirabel carefully examined the wall, standing next to the window of Abuela's room. She patted the dark pink wall, trying to imagine the cracks under her palms. Did she really imagine them? But how could she get hurt? It just made no sense, the only explanation Mirabel had was that her mom was right and she just hallucinated from exhaustion.
With her peripheral vision, Mirabel noticed how Abuela approached the window of her room. She gasped in panic and squeezed herself against the old wall, praying that Abuela wouldn't look in that direction. The girl held back her breath as Abuela stood here, illuminated by the candlelight, and brought out her medallion that she was always carrying on her belt. Mirabel had never realized why her granny was so cautious with it until this moment— inside this ancient decoration was a photo of their late Abuelo Pedro, who sacrificed himself years ago. His strong will and kind heart had created the miracle that gifted their family and had protected their village for fifty years already.
"Oh, Pedro, what do I do now? I need you." Abuela stared at the photo, caressing Pedro's face with her finger. Mirabel had to admit how sweet it looked, even after all those years, her grandma still loved Abuelo very deeply. "Cracks in our Casita..." The healer inhaled in shock. The cracks were real! She knew it! Abuela actually believed her. "No one knows how fragile our happiness is. We cannot lose our home again." Abuela's voice cracked, and tears started to well up in her eyes, to Mirabel's giant shock. She had never seen her granny crying before. Once the latter broke her arm and didn't shred a single tear of pain. But now she looked so small, her voice was filled with pain bigger than any injury could bring to a person. "If we're in danger... If the miracle is dying... Open my eyes, help me to protect our Encanto." Abuela kissed the photo, before disappearing into her room again. 
Mirabel touched the wall again, whispering to Casita. "You're hurt, aren't you?" The cracks were probably something like an injury. And it was Mirabel's job to heal what's broken, isn't it? Now there was no doubt that it was all real. "I'll heal you!" Mirabel almost wanted to slide down, before another realization struck her. How would she do it? She really doubted that she could feed a miracle. And she had a feeling that burning arepa with the magic flame wouldn't help at all.
Her gaze ran upon the shiny doors, stopping at Luisa's which was slightly opened, a pretty normal sight. Right, her sister could hear everything about everything. She would be the first person to know what's wrong.
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IMYM Chapter 8: Lure Into the Darkness: Nightmare
(Content warning: Minor conditioning, possessiveness, and emotional manipulation)
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“-and then he dared to blame me for it. Can you believe him?” Ink rambled, closing the restaurant’s door behind him. He no longer wanted to fight; Broomie rested on his back. Nightmare laughed to humor him, though it was flat and dry. He knew the artist was talkative, but he hadn’t stopped since Nightmare gave him the pink paint and kiss. It was rather excessive if you asked him, and he was already sick of it. The first thing he’d train him to do was to stay silent unless spoken to.
The two stepped through the portal Nightmare summoned. He stepped inside and offered a tendril to help Ink cross. Ink took it, grinning. His eye lights turned to stars. “I didn’t know you were such a gentleman.”
“Believe it or not, I’m not always spreading misery. I can be rather polite.” Nightmare looked around his main hall. Black and purple tiles shimmered on the floor. A black chandelier hung from a high ceiling, glinting light all over the room. Tall stained glass windows covered the back wall, designed with stars. Two staircases rounded on either side to an elevated point. A shiny railing surrounded it. The wall had an open gap the size of a train tunnel to continue walking through the castle.
Ink’s jaw dropped, speechless. His eye lights glowed. Nightmare crossed his arms. His tendril squeezed the artist’s hand as he looked over the hall. “Do you like it? This is my hall. I’ve never used it for its true purpose, I never have a reason to, but it does please me.”
“Are you kidding me? This is AMAZING! I’ve heard of your castle but I didn’t think it was this pretty! I thought that was a myth because no one could ever find you!” Ink vomited a puddle of paint on the floor.Nightmare stepped a foot away. At least it was of similar consistency to his tendrils, so he could clean it. Ink’s positivity shot a spike through Nightmare’s skull. He set a hand on his head to numb the pain, but it did little to help. Ink caught on and his voice lowered to normal. “You okay?”
Nightmare sighed. “Yes, yes, merely a headache. Don’t scream like that again. And keep your emotions in check.”
“Oops, sorry.”
“Don’t worry, Inkblot. We’ve all done it at least once. As long as it’s not during one of boss’s caffeine highs, you’ll be a-okay!”
The last voice echoed and laughed from the top of the staircase. Killer sat on the railing, kicking his dusty white slippers with a cocky grin. Nightmare lost count of all the times he’s told the emotionless skeleton to stay off there. He didn’t bother scolding him as he slid down the barrier and landed with a showman’s bow. Ink smiled and snickered.
“How did the date go, boss?” Killer said as he stood back up. He looked between the two, hovering his finger at Ink. “And . . . do you have a title, or should I call you Ink?”
“You can address him as either ‘co-boss’ or ‘your highness.’” Nightmare said, holding Ink’s waist with a tendril. Ink shivered at the touch. “Regarding the date, it went excellent. But I assume you can already see that.”
“Co-boss? I can get used to the title.” The artist’s voice trailed off, either from awe or confusion. He stood in front of Killer on his tiptoes and held his hands behind his back, similar to Nightmare’s own posture. “That means I’m above you.”
Nightmare rolled his eye light. His tone was soft yet mocking. “Not yet, Inky. You need to prove you’re capable as a leader before you start ordering others around.”
“That’s going to be so weird.” Killer shook his head with a small smirk. “‘Cause you know, you are- were an enemy.”
“I know. That does sound weird . . .” Ink zoned out as he thought about it, cocking his skull.
Nightmare rubbed Ink’s shoulder and looked at Killer. “Well . . . let’s get Ink settled into his room, shall we? And by we, I mean me.”
Killer winked at Nightmare before looking back at Ink. “Right . . . well, have fun you two. I won’t get in your way.” He snickered before teleporting away. Ink smiled as Nightmare tightened his grip on his shoulder and turned him to the left.
The two walked down the corridor, Ink still clinging to Nightmare’s arm. He rambled on about ideas for their relationship. Nightmare attempted to shake the artist off, but he only squeezed tighter. He sighed. He supposed he did want obession, but not like this. He was thinking more . . . doing anything he wanted out of love and pleasure. He could hear Error’s condescending ‘I told you so’ as he handed him the chocolate bar of defeat. He shook the thought from his mind.
Ink examined the surrounding decorations. “Damn, you have nice taste in decor. I like all the purples, it’s pretty. How did you hide this place? I’m the guardian of the AUs and not even I could find it!”
Nightmare laughed. “Thank you. I found this place when I was starting to explore the Doodlesphere. There used to be other monsters in this AU, but they were . . . disposed of. This castle was destroyed and ruined and it took centuries to redesign.” He said with pride in his voice. “I happen to find interior design quite relaxing. Outdoors too, but not to the same extent. While we’re at it, I also enjoy violin, reading, and writing poetry on occasion.”
Ink’s eye lights turned into question marks. “Wait, you have hobbies? I mean, it all makes sense, but . . . . you? Not torturing and killing people?”
Nightmare nodded and hummed. “Yes, I have other hobbies besides torture and murder. What do you think I do when I’m not spreading negativity? Sit on a throne and give evil monologues while stroking a black cat?”
“Uh . . . yeah, that’s exactly what I thought you did.”
“Well, before I started looking into you, I thought you, Dream, and the other one made friendship bracelets and gave kindness seminars. Was that correct?”
Ink gagged. “No! What kind of altruist do you take me for? Dream does those kinds of things, but you wouldn’t catch me dead! Well, I like making bracelets and jewelry, but I hate giving speeches.”
Nightmare laughed, a genuine one this time. He appreciated Ink having a sense of humor. It would make it even more fun to shatter his spirit.
Ink let Nightmare go and skipped down the rest of the hall with the same smile and bouncing hands and feet. He looked around at the other rooms. Killer, Horror, and Dust all had a symbol on their door with their name under it in Nightmare’s old language. Killer’s door was a target with crossed knives. Horror’s was a skull with the flesh melting off. Dust was a scarf with two oval eyes above it. Nightmare’s, of course, was a moon and Ink’s was a paint pallet. Ink’s attention settled on a door and he walked up to it, tapping the silver plate. “So . . . is this . . . who’s room is this?”
“That would be Killer’s.” Nightmare opened the door and let him and Ink peek inside. Inside, the dark room was nothing special. A messy twin-sized bed, a closet, and a few shelves with trinkets and weapons. Rock and anime posters covered the walls, except one which held a collection of knives. The shortest was the size of a palm and the longest was the width of a school desk.
“Woah, this is awesome!” Ink exclaimed. He almost touched one of the knives until Nightmare’s tendrils stopped his hand. Ink didn’t seem to care and turned back to Nightmare with a smile. “What’s yours like? And what’s mine?”
Nightmare looked over into his shining eye lights. He looked forward to making them go glassy. “It’s . . . . well, how about I let you discover it for yourself? There’s no fun in me simply telling you.”
The dark king stopped in front of the newest room, right next to his. Before he could move, Ink ran up and threw open the door. It was plain with gray walls and a black floor, like Killer’s. The only furniture was a bed, closet, side table, and a dresser. However, Nightmare did set some of Ink’s canvases and painting supplies in the corner. Nightmare doubted it would be long before the furnutire was more rainbow than white. The colors in general were far duller than anything in his old room. Ink looked around, seeming disappointed yet excited. His eye sockets widened when he spotted his missing art supplies.
Nightmare leaned against the doorframe. “I decided it would be best for you to start from scratch. You will be creating a new reputation for yourself, so why not a new room? You may decorate as you like, but I expect it to be clean. Spotless if you can. This way, you won’t miss your old life.”
And you won’t miss your friends.
Ink laid back and bounced on the bed, stretching and yawning. He lay on his chest and looked at Nightmare. “Hey, speaking of new reputations, why do you hate us so much? Sibling rivalry? Jealousy? Come on, I love a good tragic backstory! The more messed up the better!” He leaned in close with a strange grin on his face. “Please? For me?”
Nightmare pursed his nonexistent lip. He supposed the story would spill sooner or later. He saw a chance for this. He sat on the bed beside Ink and cleared his throat. “Very well, I’ll tell you.” He held two of his tendrils out and shifted their malice to match the words he said. The first part was a tree and two skeleton figures beneath it. “Once upon a time, five centuries ago, there were two guardians, Dream and me. We were born from a tree nymph named Nim, who only created us so the Tree of Feelings would be safe. The Tree of Feelings was an apple tree that contained gold and black apples. The gold apples contained positivity, the black negativity. Nim guarded them but then she died from a human murdering her. She fused into the tree and created us with her last breath, leaving us orphans. I never knew Nim and I don’t consider her my mother.”
“Even so, Dream and I grew up together. We were . . . happy, believe it or not. We did everything together from picking berries to playing tag to sleeping in the tree. I used to read to him every night before he fell asleep on my shoulder.”
“But then the villagers came.” Nightmare scowled at the thought alone. “They knew of the power of the apples we guarded and wanted the gold ones all to themselves. They gave Dream all the love and attention and treated me as scum. I was beaten and insulted, thrown in the mud and called a monster. Dream was never around to help me. He chose the villagers over his brother. and was always too exhausted to say more than ‘hello.’” That part wasn’t a complete lie. Dream was never around when the villagers bullied him. He was always too busy doing work and favors for others. Nightmare didn’t understand why. He asked about Nightmare’s bruises and stolen bandages, but it wasn’t enough.
Nightmare took a deep breath and continued. “One day, one of the monsters decided to take the bullying further than usual. I was reading in the tree, minding my own business when I saw a group of them coming up to the tree. Dream was playing with his friends. They demanded I hand over the golden apples, but I said no. Then they started to beat me, same as usual, when one of them . . .” he touched his covered eye socket, “stabbed a gardening hoe through my eye socket. I was in so much pain. I curled up and cried as they kicked me. And they were going to kill me this time. Now, I didn’t want to die. I had so many dreams at the time. I wanted to see the ocean, go on adventures, and do the things I’ve only read about in my books. And who would take care of Dream if I wasn’t there?”
“As I was being beaten, I noticed one of the golden apples fell beside me. Dream and I had one rule: never touch the other’s apples. I didn’t listen. I wanted all this pain to stop and something told me I would have the power to stop them if I ate it. But the second I touched the golden apple, it corrupted and turned black. The rest of the golden apples followed.” Nightmare chuckled. “It was not a good move for me. Their negativity grew stronger with all but one positive apple turned black. The rest of the village grabbed their pitchforks and swarmed to the tree. Dream was still nowhere to be found.”
Ink’s jaw dropped. Shocking, he didn’t say much during the story.“Holy stars! That’s dark! And you were still a kid?”
Nightmare forced his tendril into Ink’s mouth to keep him quiet. He gagged on the bitter apple taste. “Yes, I was going to turn eleven in two months. As I was panicking under the tree, a voice whispered to me. It wasn’t Nim’s, it was a human man’s. I have a theory it was the same man who killed her. It’s not important. The important is he told me to eat the apple so I could gain more power. I decided to take a bite.” He lay a hand on his chest, grinning. “The corruption spread through my body and it was addicting. My heart filled with hate and resentment toward everyone, even Dream. In a way, it set me free. I was no longer the shy kid who took everyone’s violence. I realized had more power than all the monsters combined and I fought every single villager. I killed the entire village in a matter of minutes.”
“Finally, Dream arrived. He tried to stop me by eating the golden apple he planned to bring to the sick mayor. I told him a hundred times the villagers were using him to take the apples, but he told me I was being paranoid. I had the last laugh. Dream didn’t know how to use his new powers and I slammed him against the ground. Then I put a curse on him so he turned to stone. I couldn’t kill him because I needed the apple he ate, it’s the only way to ensure positivity will be gone for good. And to this day, I am still trying to take that last golden apple.”
Nightmare hovered his soul out of his chest. A melting black apple surrounded with a teal glow. It looked to be rotten and had a bitter cider aroma. He remembered how terrified he was as a child watching his heart be turned black and wicked. The pain that followed was unbearable. It felt as he was being ripped apart and having freezing oil poured on him. It no longer hurts and hasn’t hurt in over five hundred years.
Ink stared at him, then at his soul. “Wow that . . . that’s a sucky tragic backstory. Dream has always been kinda sketchy about bringing up his past, but now I get why. Are you doing alright now?”
“Now that I have you at my side, yes.” Nightmare cupped his cheek and kissed his head. Secretly, he waved his fingers to increase his guilt and shame. Ink’s eye lights changed into green swirls. Nightmare leaned back. “You know . . . since I shared my story with you, it would be fair if you told me yours. How were you created and how did you meet my brother?”
Ink’s backstory was the one bit of information Nightmare couldn’t figure out. Ink didn’t have a journal he wrote in, drawings that seemed to represent it, and he never heard him speak of it. But it could explain why Ink was the way he was, along with any deeper secrets he missed. Ink looked surprised at the question and rubbed the back of his neck. “Youwant to hear it? It’s cool, but compared to yours it’s not even close.”
Nightmare hummed, curious to learn and take in as much information as he could.
Ink took a deep breath. He talked so speedy, Nightmare struggled to keep up. “So, my very first memory was waking up in an empty white void. I was all alone. I didn’t have any memories, any clothes, any energy, or any emotions. I figured out I was a skeleton pretty quick and I had these tattoos all over my body and this mark on my cheekbone. I still don’t know if they mean anything. I spent all day every day either walking around or sleeping. It was . . . miserable.” His voice slowed, but it soon sped up again. “But one day, that all changed. I was walking around like usual when this giant blob of orange paint fell on my head. It was cold and I never felt something wet before, but that’s when I felt my first emotion. It was . . . courage? Yeah, I felt brave and it was the best thing I ever felt.”
Nightmare nodded along to the story, taking every detail in. “But then the paint ran out and I was back to being emotionless. A few days- or maybe weeks? Some point later, this red paint fell on my head. That one made me angry,” he blinked and his eye lights turned red, “so angry that I shot some paint out of my fingers! I figured out I could create things if I had enough power. But then the paint faded again, so I didn’t create much. Then I spent everyday waiting for the paint to fall so I could feel emotions again. I felt every single emotion with the paint, but it would always leave, so I found a solution! I used my new creation abilities to make vials and collected the paint in each one. And that’s how I got those!” Ink touched his chest, where his vials would be. He looked nervous. “Wait, what did you do with those?”
“They’re in my office, fear not.” Nightmare replayed Ink’s story in his head. It gave him an idea. Just in case Ink messed up. He stroked Ink’s head with his tendril as he thought, a subconscious action; they tended to find something to do. Ink grinned at Nightmare’s touch, leaning in it. Nightmare chuckled, proud his observations were correct. “You enjoy physical affection, don’t you?”
“Hey, blame Dream and Blue’s hugs and getting trapped alone in the void for who knows how long.” Ink trailed off, looking up at Nightmare. “Oh, right, you wanted to know how Dream and I met. So I found out how to make portals with my paint and found the Doodlesphere. I felt like I was supposed to protect it. Anyway, I was fighting Error one day and he destroyed one of my favorite AUs. I don’t remember what it was but . . . I cried because of it and Dream found me from my emotions. I thought he was some normal Sans kid who got lost, he didn’t look like the most scary guy. We argued a bit and Dream showed me those positive memory orbs he has, and then I felt better. I realized he wasn’t some kid and we helped each other. Dream helped me protect AUs and I taught him confidence and adventure! Then we became best friends and formed the Star Sanses.”
Nightmare kept petting Ink’s head. He was more distracted during the second part due to a torture idea coming to his mind. But he did follow along. “Interesting. I’m sure they don’t mind you’re no longer part of their team.” His touch turned colder. “But, I assure you you will thrive here. As long as you follow my rules, of course.”
The artist’s eyes turned to question marks. “What kind of rules are we talking about here?”
“Well, there’s only three.” Nightmare stretched and rested his hand on his knee. “Number one, you are not to leave the castle grounds without me or one of the MTT joining you. You can go outside, but you are forbidden from traveling AUs alone. Number two, you must follow allorders received, especially when we launch attacks. If you step out of line, it could ruin the entire plan. This also applies to your chores. Number three, you no longer have control of your paints. I know how much you need to take each day, so don’t worry.”
Ink furrowed his brow. “Wait, what about my job? I still need to protect the AUs from Error. If I can’t AU jump, then I can’t do my job. And if I’m not doing my job, no one will feel creative. And if no one is feeling creative, then the balance gets thrown off and everyone suffers!”
“You sound like Error, you’re both so worried about the balance. The multiverse will be fine. It won’t be an issue if you’re gone for a few months, we’ve all been alive for centuries. And you work for me now. If it’s important enough, Dream and Blue will handle the protection.”
Ink thought about it and smiled again. His eye lights turned into hearts. “Yeah, they’ll be able to handle it. It’s not the hardest job in the world, plus I get to spend more time with you. " He hugged him from the side. “There’s so much I want to do with you! I want to fight alongside you, I want to go on dates with you, I can’t wait until I get my throne so I can be close . . .”
“Ink, Ink, be quiet. Listen to me.” Nightmare snapped his fingers. Ink turned to him. He decided it would be a great time to teach Ink his first hand signal, his first bit of training. He put on a more positive tone, a challenge for him. “Here, let’s play a little game. When I raise my hand like this,” Nightmare held up his right hand, “I want you to go silent. No finishing your sentence, don’t continue speaking, be nice and quiet. Do you understand?”
Ink paused. Then he nodded, though there was a confused look in his eye lights. “Yeah. What do you want me to do? Talk until you hold your hand up?”
Nightmare nodded. “Precisely, talk about whatever comes to your mind.”
“Alright then . . ..” The artist cleared his throat. “The first AU ever made was Underfell! At least I think it was, that’s what the code said. It wasn’t made long after Undertale-”
Nightmare held his hand up. Ink noticed and closed his mouth. Nightmare pat his head. “There you go, try it again.”
Nightmare pratcied four more times until Ink had the concept down. Then he nodded, pleased. “Well, that’s progress. I will need to train you harder in the future, but for now, would you like to take your gloves off?”
“Nah, I’m good.” Ink’s words were shaky as he hid his hands behind his head, leaning against the wall and disguising it as a casual move. His eye lights dashed around the room.
Less than a day in and he was already lying to his face. It wasn’t even a good lie, his team members had said better. Nightmare’s tendrils caught his wrists and, against Ink’s protests, stole the gloves away. Dried black blood caked both of them, but Nightmare spotted the cuts underneath.
Ink sighed in defeat, sarcasm in his tone. “Okay, okay, I cut my hands on that rose you gave me. Dream walked in and I panicked so I dropped it. But it was a pretty rose!”
Nightmare ran his hand down his face, sighing. “You . . . absolute idiot. Stay still.”
Healing magic was not his strongest magic, but Nightmare had to learn it after corruption. He injured himself often, both before and after his corruption. Crouching down, he grabbed Ink’s hands and focused. A green aura fizzled at his fingertips, darker than what healing magic should have been.
Ink hissed as the healing magic sealed over his wounds. By some miracle, he didn’t cut his fingers, at least not the tops. Nightmare wrapped both of Ink’s hands in bandages made from his malice. It hardened over, becoming a light cover; they would break in a few days. He didn’t say a word as he made sure they were secure on both of Ink’s hands. “Be careful next time. You’ll have plenty of time to bruise and cut yourself. I need you in good condition.”
“Yeah, I knew. I’lI- wait what?” Ink looked at his bandaged hands. “What is that weird tone supposed to be? Do you want me to be hurt?”
Nightmare chuckled. “Well, if you are anything like the Murder Time Trio, you’re going to injure yourself regularly.” He snipped the end of the bandages off and crossed his arms, looking down at Ink.
Ink looked at the black goop bandages around his hands then looked at Nightmare with a smile. “So . . . what do you want to do now? What do couples do? I’ve never done this before . . .”
“Sleep.” Nightmare didn’t want to bother, he had too many notes to catch up on. “It’s been a long day, and tomorrow you will learn your new routine.”
“Already? I’m not even tired!” Ink huffed. He grabbed one of Nightmare’s tendrils. “At least take me with you!”
Nightmare shook him off. He stared at him and thought about an alternative. “Well, how about you spend time with the others? I’m sure Killer and Horror would adore talking to someone as . . . colorful as you.”
Nightmare gave Ink a long, wordless look before shutting his door. He was tempted to lock the door, but decided he couldn’t put on that much control yet. He left Ink alone and walked down to his office. Something seemed off about Ink’s aura that he couldn’t put his finger on.
Reaching his office, Nightmare unlocked his drawer and removed the journal. He flipped to the next open page. He dipped his quill pen in ink and wrote down an entry.
October 13, 20xx
Plan PV was a success. Ink took the vial and now he’s in the castle with me. The blackmail worked. I had to force myself on him to make the potion work faster, but it was worth it. I hope his silencing training goes well, I’m tired of him talking already. Ink doesn’t seem to be as obsessive as I hoped, but I assume that will come with time. No matter what happens, I will not give up my plan. I will have the perfect weapon for Dream, even if I need to ruin the entire Doodlesphere to do it.
While writing the entry, Nightmare’s tendrils stroked each vial. He felt the emotions in them. They tingled as if sentient, alarmed like a warning signal. As if they knew. Something must have gone wrong when he used it at the restaurant. Nightmare had the feeling of Ink’s artificial emotions branded in the back of his hand. Metaphorically. Could it . . . no, Ink could not know what was going on. How come his aura was so dull then?
It hit him. Of course, he diluted the paint in alcohol. The effect would be weaker. The next few doses would be stronger, at least he trusted him now. Nightmare sighed, relieved he wouldn’t need to adjust his plans so early.
He had days to months to work with him. They were both immortal, they had all the time in the multiverse.
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IN REPAIR prologue [F. CASTLE]
author’s note! this will be a short series inspired various John Mayer songs. i had this idea over the weekend and immediately put it to paper as soon as i could! this is the prologue
synopsis; Frank Castle is a dead man trying to live again. He can’t run from the past, but he can’t make peace with it either. In the midst of trying to mend himself in one way or the other, he finds his favorite distraction in a dive bar in Hell’s Kitchen. She’s feisty, energetic, a total wildcard. And not even he can predict her next move, let alone how things will turn out. 
warnings: mentions of trauma/PTSD, implied caused harm, implied age gap (reader is 21+), alcohol mention, use of profanity. 
word count; 1.4k
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The Punisher was dead. 
Frank Castle was a name spoken in hushed words throughout the city, too many people still reaping the aftermath of the mayhem he caused. Hell’s Kitchen had seen some dark days, and as the saying goes, ‘it’s always darkest before dawn.’ And that’s what this was for the people of New York City. The optimists had the shiny idea that now things would get better. Wilson Fisk was imprisoned, the Punisher was dead and they hadn’t seen the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen in weeks. For once, life seemed normal. As normal as it could possibly get living in New York City. The streets were boisterous, cab horn’s honking, chatter ringing throughout the avenues, the sound of an upside down paint bucket being used as a drum was the soundtrack of the evening. Neon signs and brightly lit billboards accentuated buildings and cascaded bitter lights onto glum faces. It felt as though New York City was frozen in time, suspended in the air. As if their lives were being watched through a hazy screen from an old television. Considering the harsh broadcasts that occurred just months prior, perhaps that’s all they were doing. Living life through a set of wires and glass.
Unbeknownst to the city of New York, The Punisher was alive and well. No. The Punisher died. Frank Castle died. But Pete Castiglione, he was…surviving. He knew he needed to disappear. He had done his job, he’d taken care of business. He’d avenged his family. He didn’t need to exist after that. At least, Frank Castle didn’t. He had what seemed like a clean slate, a fresh start to live a life outside of revenge. Though, that wasn’t the driving force behind burning the vest that donned his infamous skull insignia. Frank Castle was not bothered by the bloodshed, a part of him thrived off of it. He didn’t think he had another purpose, his purpose in life was murdered. He couldn’t quite put his finger on why he decided to go borderline nomadic, even though it only occurred to him once in a blue moon. He spent his days and partially his nights, pounding away at concrete with a sledgehammer on a construction site he was working. Sometimes he’d read. He couldn’t get much sleep, not with nightmares crawling from the dark corners of his mind. But even with his eyes open, he could still see those same images.
Rain hit the cement with a powerful force, visibility was barely a few feet forward. His hood was not providing much shelter from the storm above. Droplets of water fell into his eyes, dangling on his lashes at times before plopping onto his cheeks. Bruised hands were shoved into his pockets, his wide shoulders acting as a personal barrier. The foot traffic was low, not many people walking the streets of Hell’s Kitchen at this time of night, or maybe it was due to the weather. His hovel of an apartment didn’t provide much comfort, but he didn’t see it as a home. Hell, he barely saw it as his house. Just a place to reside outside of work and get about two hours of sleep maximum. The grimy mirror he stood in front of, reflecting back to him, was a complete stranger. Someone he didn’t, no, couldn’t recognize anymore. His hair had grown over his ears and got tangled a lot easier. His beard was unkempt and coarse. He turned the faucet on, the water pressure nothing shy of a trickle and washed his face with cold water. He couldn’t keep track of how many times he filled his massive hands with the water and splashed it back into his face. After a while, fatigue was beginning to settle in and he finally turned the faucet off and let the water drip from his face. 
Laying in bed, a copy of The Great Gatsby propped up on his abdomen with one arm tucked under his head, he laid there, reading the words and actually letting the story soak in. It had been a while since he allowed himself that. The smallest pleasure when he could focus his cluttered mind on something, anything else. He read about 60 pages before sliding a receipt in between the pages to mark the place he left off. He placed the book on the chair beside his bed and dug his head into his pillow. He’d exhausted all the energy he could muster and when he finally closed his eyes at nearly 3AM, he immediately drifted off to sleep. It wasn’t much longer later, shortly after four when he woke up with a start, checking his surroundings. He grunted, eyes frantic as every memory washed over him caused by the repeated nightmare. Cursing under his breath, he stared up at the water stained ceiling, trying to catch his breath and return to sleep. 
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How he found himself at Josie’s was beyond himself. Thankfully, due to his overgrown hair, nobody even looked twice at him. He sat at the bar, hunched over his pint, hand wrapped around the glass. It was quite late, Josie would be doing last call soon and he’d have to pack it up after only having one and a half drinks. Josie busied herself with cleaning glasses, the hushed chatter from the regular customers still buzzing around the bar. A surprisingly chipper young woman came to the bar, apron around her waist, hair pulled back out of her face and a serving tray tucked under her arm, she leaned on the counter, “Five bucks says the guy at the far side table throws up before he makes it outside.” She beamed at Josie, wide eyes too awake for Frank to even comprehend. 
“For your sake, Neon, I hope he doesn’t.” Josie replied, turning around to toss her dirty rag into a soiled bin. Neon? Weird name, he thought, hoping it was a nickname and not the name on her birth certificate.
The bubbly waitress turned and caught a glimpse of Frank perched at the counter and grinned, sliding over toward him, “Here all by yourself, huh, handsome?” She chimed, cocking her head to the side. 
Frank craned his head slightly, catching her eyes almost immediately. She seemed like a mischievous little thing, bouncing around the bar and cracking jokes that only she and Josie seemed to understand. “Seemed like a good place to be alone.” His voice was gruff, he definitely came off unapproachable, which was his goal. But this waitress did not budge. 
“Josie’s definitely is a place for sad sacks like you. However, I refuse to close up until I can get you to laugh.” This woman was impossible, not to mention the complete opposite of Frank. Her tone was completely energetic and rambunctious, a vivacious woman working in a complete shit hole bar surprised him. Usually the bar keeps and waitresses he’d met were perpetually upset.
“That right?” He didn’t let himself smile, despite the fact that he involuntarily let the corners of his lips turn up into a partial smirk. 
The waitress grin widened somehow as she placed her tray on the bar next to her and leaned more on the counter, “I’m already halfway there.” She responded, “However, I do have to work. But I will get you to laugh before the night is over.”
And she was right, when she was walking away to assist other bar attendees, Frank let out the breathiest laugh, trying to stay quiet. It didn’t feel forced or totally awful, but it was definitely a foreign feeling. A genuine laugh coming from him. He placed the cash for his drinks on the counter before pushing an additional twenty to Josie, “Give this to that spitfire waitress of yours for me, yeah?”
Josie took the money but shook her head, “Be careful around that one, son.”
Frank wasn’t paying much attention to Josie’s mannerisms, too focused on sliding his arms into his jacket, “Why do you say that?” He questioned, his smile still slightly spread on his lips. 
“Who knows how long she can go before she burns away.”
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yourfellowhuman07 · 16 days
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Fates Rewritten
A She-Ra: Princess of Power 2018 Fanfiction
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For years, The Princess Alliance has been campaigning for their independence from the Eternian Empire to no avail. Out of options, they seek the help of Zoria, the only galactic entity that matches the might of the Eternians. Now with the crown prince's army, the Etherians must fight against the Eternian armies and their mightiest warrior: She-Ra.
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Chapter 3: Simple Conversations
The rhythmic sound of chirping bugs filled the humid air as the sun just began to set. A long table adorned with dozens of plates stacked with cuts of ripe fruit sat in the middle of the outdoor gardens.
High King Orphir and Queen Ziella sat at the head of the table, their twin children sitting together at the other end. The Alliance filled the rest of the seats, speaking quietly to each other.
Angella pushed her fruit around her plate in silence. She glanced up at her husband across from her, who was deeply in conversation with Orphir. She gave short glances around the table to her fellow Alliance members deep in their conversations. Perfuma and CeEllia spoke extensively about the plant life within the castle gardens, while a tall and slightly thin Zorian man spoke to Hordak. Besides Angella, Ziella was the only one not in conversation who, unluckily, was sitting right next to Angella.
Like Angella, Ziella was pushing her food around her plate, glancing around the table. Oddly enough, the utensils in her hand were frosty. Angella glanced down at her own shiny, room-temperature utensils. She looked back up to meet Ziella’s eyes. The two queens immediately looked down at their plates, the frost amplifying on Ziella’s utensils while Angella noticed the humidity's discomfort.
“So, are you enjoying your visit so far?” Ziella asked, straightening her posture.
“Yes, of course. Your home is charming,” Angella answered quickly, inwardly cringing at her choice of words.
“Thank you.” Ziella paused, choosing her words carefully. “I wish you and your Alliance could have seen it under less straining circumstances.”
“As do I.” Once again, an uncomfortable silence loomed over the two queens.
“I assume my children have been hospitable,” Ziella inquired, trying to identify an appropriate topic of conversation.
“They have.” She complimented, “Your daughter gave us an amazing tour of the gardens. I must say, they are wonderful.”
“The compliment should go to our gardeners; I made sure to hire the finest on our planet.” Ziella boasted, “What about my son?”
“Ah, yes,” Angella stammered, struggling to find an answer, “he showed us the way to the gardens.”
“Anything else?” Ziella probed, letting a slight bite trickle into her tone.
Angella shook her head in response, making Ziella grimace.
“What about your daughter?” Ziella asked, regaining her formalities. “Is she enjoying herself?” 
“Of course. Almost all of the Alliance has quickly warmed up to this place. Granted, for many, this will be their first-time off-planet.”
Suddenly, the middle of the table began to descend; robotic arms sprung out of the hole in the table, taking away the dirty dishes. This left the Alliance stunned, well, except Entrapta, who was giddy. Angella looked at Ziella in confusion.
“So the staff is on their feet less.” With her reply, the middle of the table rose back up, now adorned with perfectly cooked cuts of meat from animals none of the Alliance could name and vegetables seared to crispy perfection. Then, a set of doors opened to three staff members who briskly walked to the table. One of the three sat down five glasses of red liquid for the royals while the other two sat down glasses of water for the Alliance.
“How come only you guys got wine?” Sea Hawked wondered aloud, granting him some harsh stares from some of the older Alliance members.
“It is not wine.” Hordak clarified, sipping the liquid that had a metallic smell to it. After a moment, some of the Alliance members caught on, grimacing.
“Do you have any other children?” Ziella asked, pulling Angella back to their previous conversation.
“No, we never really thought to have anymore. Glimmer was such a handful for us, so we decided against it.” Angella sighed, hating being put on the spot.
“Same for us.” She agreed, gesturing to her husband. “Twins are all we need.” The two queens gave light laughs at their mutual understanding.
“Thank you for all you have done for us,” Angella said suddenly, Ziella’s ears perking up at the statement. “I have no idea how to repay your people.”
“Think nothing of it,” Ziella assured. “We only wish to help; no payment needed.”
Angella smiled, praying this spark of hope lights the possibilities for the future.
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Entrapta had spent most of her morning exploring the strange castle she would stay in for the foreseeable future. It had not been 24 hours, and she had already discovered so much! Unlike her home, most of the tech was hidden behind the walls. She deduced most of the tech was used to perform menial tasks, like washing the dishes and dusting the shelves, evident by the small cleaning bots she found scattered throughout the castle. The only reason they needed servants was to cook the royals' food.
Eventually, Entrapta found a library on the western side of the palace. It was grandiose, with three cylindrical stories leading up to a clear skylight that bathed the room in the sun’s glow. Leather books and scrolls lined the shelves without a single speck of dust coating their aged surfaces. Murals and tapestries adorned the wall uncovered by the wooden bookshelves. This would be the perfect place to find more information about Zorian technology!
“Do you need help?” A voice asked. Entrapta looked up to see a woman at a desk surrounded by holographic cyan screens. The woman had ink-black hair intercut with streaks of silver. Her eyes were deep pools of midnight purple hidden behind a pair of black glasses.
“Oh, um,” Entrapta quickly scampered to the desk. “Yes, do you have any books about Zorian technology?”
“Third floor, the shelf closest to the staircase on the left.” She answered sharply. “Any electronic files can be accessed through the tables on all floors.”
“Thank you!” Entrapta shouted as she made her way to the winding staircase.
“Hey!” the woman called out, causing Entrapta to stop dead in her tracks. “This is not a borrowing library, so if you take anything,” Entrapta felt the air around her shift as a gust of wind propelled her back to the desk, “I’ll know.” The woman informed her, squinting her eyes and getting in the princess’s face. Entrapta could only nod sheepishly.
With a flick of her hand, the librarian released Entrapta, allowing the princess
to scamper up the stairs and pull out her tape recorder.
“Zoria log 7: I have found a massive library to help me discover more about Zorian technology. I promised Scorpia I would help with her datapad later, so I will assess the books first because I believe I would be here for hours if I had access to their digital files.” The recorder clicked off as her feet made contact with the tiled ground on the third floor.
Swiftly as she could, Entrapta plucked five books off the shelf, stacking them in her arms. After a quick search, she found a set of tables surrounded by tall bookshelves; however, one was already occupied.
Crown Prince Hordak was surrounded by holographic screens projecting from a table covered in open books. Instead of his armor, the prince wore a simpler version of what his father wore, trading out the reds for blues. He still wore the black makeup that framed his crimson eyes, but they were covered by a pair of glasses that were almost on the verge of falling off his face.
Entrapta knew of the prince long before she stepped foot on his planet. She had heard many rumors of him within the scientific community. While the prince was not very charming, his intelligence, on and off the battlefield, more than made up for it. Perhaps he could tell her more about Zorian technology.
“Do you wish to keep staring at me or do you need something?” The prince asked, derailing her train of thought.
“Oh, no.” She approached the table while Hordak leaned back in his chair. “I wanted to do some research on Zorian technology. Can I sit?”
“As you wish.” With that, the prince returned to his research, scribbling notes with a stylist on a datapad.
Entrapta sat and began to flip through the first book she found, pulling out her datapad to take notes on, figuring the prince would not appreciate her blathering her thoughts into the tiny metal box. 
Fifteen minutes had passed; yet, not a single word had been exchanged between the two royals, the only sound was the rustle of paper. Entrapta had become more antsy by the minute, if only she could borrow these books, then she could talk and walk around without disturbing anyone. With this new boredom, along came tiredness. The words on the pages started to blur together and her hair had been taking notes with less vigor. She sat back in her seat and breathed a quiet sigh. She looked around the library, contemplating getting up and walking around to wake herself up.
Needing to do something, she absentmindedly pulled a small cookie out of her pocket, and as she was just about to raise it to her mouth-
“I wouldn’t recommend doing that.”
“Huh?” Entrapta looked up to see the prince looking directly at her.
“Eating,” He added. “Especially if you get caught.”
“Why,” Entrapta asked. “What will happen?”
Entrapta’s answer came in the form of another gust of wind that ripped the snack from her hand, throwing it into a nearby waste bin, followed by the librarian bellowing out a warning to the visiting Princess.
“That will.”
“How did she…” Entrapta’s question trailed off as possible theories flooded her mind.
“She can sense the way air flows around certain objects, and the smells certain things have,” Hordak explained. “She runs this place like it was her little kingdom, so not much gets past her.”
“Hm.” Entrapta quickly decided this system would not work for her. She needed to be able to take things with her and talk to herself, but this particular library wouldn’t allow it. This left her with her next best option. “Is there a library in the city that will let me borrow books?”
“Yes, but the best are all housed here.” Hordak carefully thought about what he said next. After the dinner last night, Ziella had a… word with Hordak. She said it was his duty as the future high king to help entertain and make alliances with foreign dignitaries and guests, and all the work should not fall on his sister. Hordak quickly apologized to his mother and promised her he would try to entertain their guests, even if he loathed the idea. Still, Hordak is good at his word, and maybe helping this princess will be a step in the right direction. “Perhaps,” he said slowly, “I could show you where it is. This city is large and ancient, so it is easy to get lost.”
“Oh, thank you!” Entrapta responds, slightly taken aback at the prince’s offer. “Could we go tomorrow?”
“As you wish.”
At that, Entrapta smiled.
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acaiasahi · 2 years
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✶ can i have this dance? ; choi hyunsuk.
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synopsis. after hyunsuk finds out that your yule ball date had flaked on you, he attempts to make your night the best, and most memorable.
info. angst, comfort, + fluff. choi hyunsuk x gn!reader. hogwarts au. 1.1k+ words
warnings. getting stood up, crying, negative opinions of self, reader wears a dress, and uses makeup. grammatical, structural errors, lowercase and smaller text intended.
[ now playing . . . ] can i have this dance?
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your sobs drown out the soft pitter-patter of rain hitting the glass windows within the castle. your dress ruffled between your fingers, cascading down the steps as you wallow in your sorrows.
wiping your tears haphazardly, you attempt to regain your bearings but ultimately fail as more tears fall as if it were it's job.
the soft curls that were one beautifully displayed adorning your features, soon fall limp as the night continues on. many still dancing and jumping along to the entertainment just a few steps away from where you stay sat.
park jihoon had stood you up at the yule ball.
you were honestly quite weary of him at first, unsure if you even wanted to go, asking him to give you a few days to think about it before ultimately saying yes.
he'd been sweet to you, walking you to your classes, even holding your books for you. it was a kind gesture that you didn't read into but as the days drew closer to the yule ball, you soon started to develop a sort of... liking to jihoon.
your best friend, hyunsuk, was quite against it though. he knew about how jihoon was a player, almost always doing something to make the others in your class swoon over him like there was no tomorrow.
jihoon had unfortunately won you over but all of his butterfly-inducing antics toppled over as he left you to be with some slytherin girl as they dance the night away, almost mocking you.
holding your head in your hands, you close your eyes to just ━ rest for a little bit. this night has been too crazy and in your opinion, you find it well-deserved on your end.
soft footsteps pad against the stone floor, causing you to open your eyes. there you see two shiny leather dress shoes standing in front of you. looking up, you find yourself face to face with hyunsuk.
upon seeing your tear stained face, he frowns automatically, "what happened?" he asks. not wanting to admit that he was, indeed right about jihoon, you mirror his actions by frowning and hanging your head low.
he immediately takes a seat next to you on the stoney steps, guiding your head onto his shoulder, arms wrapping around you protectively. "hey, talk to me," he says, soothingly rubbing his hand up and down on your back.
"j-jihoon ditched me," you stutter out, "and yo-you were right. i-i'm so sorry for not believing you." you say sincerely, gripping onto his crisp tux.
he shushes you, "no, don't be sorry! you don't deserve that, y/n." he responds, attempting to meet your eyes.
"i don't think i deserve much."
"y/n, you deserve everything."
the corners of your lips twitch, a smile almost forming. hyunsuk looks between you and the wooden doors that leads outside to the quad. it seems as if he's in deep thought, not sure whether to follow through with his faulty plan or not.
he sighs softly, quickly standing up from his spot as he holds out both hands in front of you. you look at him quizzically, but nonetheless grabbing his hands. "follow me." he says airily, dragging you through the halls and outside.
the rain has now picked up, the sound somehow calming you as you hug yourself to fend off the biting cold. hyunsuk notices this, slipping off his black tux jacket, and gently plopping it upon your shoulders with no words exchanged. you two stand close to the two wooden doors, the small covering above being the only thing keeping you from getting drenched.
with your hand still in his, he walks out into the rain and tries to pull you with him but you let go of his hand before he can. "what are you doing?" you say with a laugh, shaking your head 'no'.
the rain quickly dwindles down on him, his styled hair soon looking as if he just came out of the shower. you chuckle at how certain pieces of the platinum blonde stick up in odd places.
"y/n, can i have this dance?" he asks softly, holding out his hand once more for you to grab. a love-colored hue rises to your cheeks, reluctantly grabbing his hand, "uh, yea- yes! you may have this dance."
hyunsuk giggles at your hesitancy, soon dragging you out into the rainfall. he clasps his arms around the small of your back, while yours find refuge on his shoulders.
"anyone who stands you up is an absolute idiot," he starts, staring deep in your eyes. you can't help but smile, his sincere words hitting the deepest parts of your battered heart.
you two slow dance to the sweet song of rain that hits the concrete floor, nothing but comfortable silence enveloping you both. his gaze never leaves yours and as you try to look away, hyunsuk speaks up.
"you look beautiful tonight, y/n." he whispers almost too quietly. shoving your head into the crook of his neck, he feels you shake your head 'no'. "what? it's true!" he says with a laugh, kissing your hairline gently.
letting out a puff of air, you raise your head from it's resting spot. "thank you! you're looking dashing if i do say so myself,' you jokingly respond. giggles bubble in both of your throats, a laughing fit causing your slow dance to come to a halt.
your time with hyunsuk had made you forget everything with jihoon, the boy in front of you meaning more to you than any other would. soon turning silent, your smile never leaves as you gaze upon the laughing boy in front of you.
when did he become so — pretty?
hyunsuk notices your staring, his laughing soon dwindling down as he maintains eye contact with you. the energy between you two feels weird, but familiar, almost like home.
glancing down at his lips, you bring your eyes back to his before he does the same. the space between you turns small in record time, a soft peck being placed on your lips. you pull away first, unsure of what happened and as you both blankly stare at one another, you take the initiative to kiss him again. and when you do, fireworks go off. yes, cheesy and cliche, you know but it was the best feeling you had ever felt.
pulling away, you return your head back onto his shoulder, his resting atop your head. "i never thought you'd like me back. i really thought jihoon had beat me." he whispers in your ear, shyness beginning to consume him. "hyunsuk, jihoon wasn't even a threat to begin with." you respond, looking up at him with a sort of twinkle in your eyes. he can't help but smile at your words, bringing you closer than humanly possible.
"i am completely, and utterly in love with you, y/n." he says quietly, only for your ears to hear.
matching his dorky smile, "i love you too, hyunsuk." and with that, you seal both your words with a kiss.
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[ 🎧 ] jaydi's notes. super tired but here's smth before i get consumed w work again lol also, attempting to write pt. 2 for glimpse of us js pls be patient tyty <3
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sos-im-bored · 1 year
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Bird in a Cage
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Seteth hated these things with an icy passion. It felt like such a waste of time. Fancy glass rooms decorated with an obscene amount gold and shiny things. It was an overhanded display of wealth. Any other room in this castle was severely less well decorated, though that was not the point. Many people danced and talked with each other. Seteth on the other hand stood, slowly sipping away at the drink in his hand. Beside him stood his half-sister wearing a beautiful intricate dress outshining many of the women in the room, her pale blonde hair done to perfection with a hairpiece with a veil attached, obscuring her face from view unless someone came up close. She had a wooden fan pulled up to her face, her nail gently scratching against the painted decorations on the fan, making a slightly annoying noise that was driving Seteth crazy. Her eyes peered out above the fan, watching over everybody in the room like a tiger waiting for prey. On the other hand, Seteth's red-headed half-brother, once dressed perfectly in a fine suit, was now close by, already leaning on a wall, parts of his suit tugged at and dishevelled as he got irritated at the formfitting fancy clothes. The young man had a poor waiter running back and forth as he downed a deadly amount of alcohol to numb the boringness of this party.
Seteth's family, once a shining beacon for honour and glory, was a shell of its former self. Once one of the duchies that was a pillar of the country, the kingdom's largest army was full of knights. Many of his ancestors, including his grandfather and mother, were given medals for service to this country. But their legacy was torn down by his father. Once that man got his traitorous hand on the family name once Seteth's mother passed, he gambled and drank away most of their wealth. Smeared their honour by not marrying another woman but fathering many more children and ripping them away from their mothers just to treat them poorly in the estate. Knight's left handfuls at a time to save themselves, leaving their once glorious house as nothing. As they all grew, Seteth's hatred did as well, so did his siblings. Their father's violence and poor treatment did nothing but fuel their hatred and rage, as well as their power. Many of his siblings grew many odd and interesting powers due to how they were raised and Seteth was no different. Once their family needed an army to level a battlefield, but now Seteth and his half-siblings could do so if they wished. But that wasn't their job. As Seteth wished to get his family back to where it should be, under him, he sold himself to the king. The king's mad dog, thirsty for blood and more than willing to do his bidding without question. It was an easy price to pay to rip his blood right from his pathetic father's cold, dead hands. It might not have restored their honour but that was not what mattered to him. Their bloody conquests stepped on many toes, especially to other families that blood and cruelty was their whole thing but with the king backing them and their general disinterest in causing problems not many people has any cause to cause them problems
His eyes looked over the ballroom, his eyes avoiding where the king and his family were. If he didn't look, they couldn't give him something to do or coerce him into dancing with potential partners. He did not know what the mans obsession with getting Seteth married was but he liked to avoid it. One family had made a bit of an interesting entrance, maybe he would have gone to talk to them but the two families had a very rocky relationship. His eyes followed the youngest of said family as they wandered past the curtains and out the glass doors leading to the garden. "I'll be back. Don't cause too many problems while I'm gone." He whispered to his sister before handing his brother his half-empty glass and walking off. It was odd for the family to let the younger one off his leash. Usually, he was kept suffocatingly close, but if they were distracted enough to let him wander, Seteth was going to take advantage of that. He knew the youngest was very powerful, definitely more powerful than Seteth and his siblings and that was fascinating. "Do you like flowers?" He asked, seeing him stop to look at some flowers. He couldn't see the man's family keeping a garden maintained, that seemed too... frivolous for them, "I don't believe we've met officially, I'm Seteth Adler. You all made quite the entrance tonight."
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mischief-blood · 24 days
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- Dead By Tomorrow -
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Plot AU: Loki hasn’t been himself since Asgard was destroyed.
Warning: possible PTSD, Depression, self isolation, hurt w comfort, possible cutting, self deprecating language. Lokixmobius ship.
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Hey loki! Uhh, quickly need to tell you something. Well i managed to find the files you were looking for, heres a couple.
One TVA, one on the time nexus, and one on agard..
Thought you may want to see them, mobius says with a sad look over his face.
Only things i have made of so far from everything, is the TVA is creating these nexus events themselves. We aren’t where we are intended to be, so therefore nexus.
So your saying, you could’ve been anyone, you or me, could’ve been normal and not in this mess.
Yes, loki. Exactly what I’m saying. Look through the files theres some stuff you probably need to see.
Looking through, he finds files showing not only the corruption of the timelines, but the informalities. What happens when we don’t follow the stagnant rules.
Then of course..file on my home, Asgard…..”
Flipping through to open it, he sees a page of the castle, of everything he ever had known. And a number stating there were 9,719 casualties.
Ultimate planetary destruction..
So no thor, no mother, no odin. Nobody, he is alone, almost as if his chest was crushing what he read was felt intensely.
You good lokes? Loki, hey. Look I’m sorry, you just had to know. Quietness soon follows, small tears seep out his eyes.
Actually, i will be right back mobius; ok. Have to go handle something. As he says that he walks away, tears feeling like a river pouring from his eyes.
Hurrying into a quiet office, his office.
Anger takes over, throwing books off the shelves. Then falling to the floor in curling in on himself. Why must this world be like this.
thoughts run rampant. First the TVA kidnapped him, then he finds out his family died, what else could go wrong.
I’m a god why do i have to even handle this, this of all things. I should be immune.
Using magic, Green smoke appears as shiny razors are in his hand.
Should i, haven’t done this in a millennium…
Even knowing the repercussions, he draws lines. Some short others long, watching the blood create long drops.
Cut after cut, the sting of reality hits him more.
Until a knock, frantic knocking. Loki, you in there. Loki utter no sounds, looking to the door. Yes I’m here mobius.
Mind if i come in, are you ok. I heard crying, so sorry about earlier.
Its fine mobius.
If its fine can you please open the door; at least for me. Thinking, sitting almost catatonically he decides to move upwards, and unlocks the door.
He walks in to see, blood, wounds. Loki what did you do; is there anything i can do for you.
No mobius, the glare in his eyes seem glassed over, not his typical mischievous self. It’s worrying to mobius.
Is it alright if i grab something to fix up your wounds and we can talk, he asks. Loki only replies with a nod.
Coming back to the room quickly, he has gauze pads and wound wraps. Loki, look at me. Whatever your thinking, you are stronger then even i could ever imagine, ok.
There, is it alright if i hug you. Or sit next to you, its alright to process this all, but please stay here, alive. Can’t lose another person when we have gone this far.
Loki leans his head against mobius, and slowly fades into the welcoming land called sleep.
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writingintohell · 4 months
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The warmth of the house and the glow of the tree - Day 1 of the Christmas Collection
Word count : 1055
Theme: Decorating the Christmas Tree
Markl woke with a start to the smell of something sweet cooking downstairs in the kitchen. Slipping on his shoes, he jumped down the stairs. He could hear Calcifer and Howl chattering away to their heart’s content in the kitchen, the smell sizzling of bacon mingling with the sweet scent of what he could now make out to be pastries. Walking further downstairs, Markl spotted small round pastries  bulging with small apple cubes, candied lemon peels, and raisins cooling on the countertop. Sophie was busy doing what looked like fighting multiple very sparkly snakes and attempting to wrangle them onto an evergreen tree. Turning around and spotting Markl, Sophie smiled.
“Glad to see that you’re up! What do you want for breakfast? Howl’s got some bacon and eggs on the pan if you’re up for that.”
Blinking owlishly, Markl nodded, his mentor cracking two fresh eggs over the pan, feeding the shells over Calcifer, before flipping the eggs in a perfect circle onto the plate, so that they were sunny side up. Sitting down at the table with a glass of milk and a fork in hand, Markl began to wolf down the delicious food in front of him, the contented sound of him munching on bacon and the vaguely possessed noises of Calcifer chewing on eggshells. Swallowing, he asked Howl what the large tree was.
“Is it for a spell? Or some kind of commission for the king?”
Howl laughed and ruffled Markl’s hair.
“Market Chipping and the area around it often follows the custom of plucking an evergreen or pine tree out of the ground, and then decorating it with candles and small shiny objects called baubles.”
Sophie poked her head around from the tree.
“I’ve gotten Howl to use his magic to instead use some of his magical lights that he got from his sister, because I think he would find a way to burn down the castle.”
Howl gasped, affronted.
“That was one time! And Calcifer said he was sorry!”
Around the eggshells, there was what could have been heard as a “Yeah!” from Calcifer, causing Sophie and Howl to laugh. 
Licking off his lips, Markl brought his plate and cup up to the sink, dragging over a stool and turning on the tap to do the washing up, which was normally Sophie’s job (his was the drying up), but she looked quite preoccupied with the tree, so he decided to be helpful, and hopefully prevent another slime incident.
Howl walked over with a large box in his hands and placed it on the counter next to where Markl was washing up.
“When you’re done, would you like to help Sophie decorate the tree?”
Markl’s eyes widened and nodded vigorously. Howl laughed, and picked up the dishcloth to help dry off the dishes.
Markl hopped down from the stool and ran over to where Sophie was, box wrapped tightly in his hands. He quickly helped Sophie arrange the sparkly snakes into the tree, and the lights wrapped around from the bottom up. The softly glowing rainbow lights were snuggly pushed into place, before Sophie picked up the bag of ornaments, which were wrapped up in paper. Together, Sophie and Markl got to work unwrapping the ornaments from their protective paper casing, laying them out on the table. 
Markl softly gasped at the sight of all the ornaments. There were silver shining stars, golden deer sparkling with glitter that reflected off the lights, knitted balls that were white and green and red, and thin strips of red, white, and gold that had been finely pressed down. However, most importantly of all, there was a small fairy, no bigger than Markl’s palm, dressed in a blue gown the colour of ice, with a tiny wand with a snowflake on top. Her wings were a shimmery hue, reflecting the light of the Calcifer as he bobbed happily away in the fireplace. She wore little blue shoes on her feet, almost like what Markl had seen the ladies where in Market Chipping when he and Sophie had stopped by one autumn day to visit her sisters.
Sophie smiled gently at him. “The fairy is a gift from Martha and Lettie from when we went to visit them earlier this year. She normally goes at the very top of the tree, after all the other ornaments are put on,” she said, clapping her hands together. “Well then, shall we get to it?”
Markl thought that this couldn’t get any better than it already was. The next half hour was spent placing decorations on the tree, moving them, moving them back, and so on and so forth. Howl was useful with his criminally long legs for putting the ornaments up on the higher branches of the tree, and through much deliberation, 7 cups of tea and one shot glass of whiskey, the tree was done.
Howl nudged the boy.
“Do you want to put the fairy up on the tree, Markl?”
Markl blinked at him, surprised he wasn’t asking Sophie, but even more surprised that Sophie was smiling at him as well and nodding.
“I don’t think I’m tall enough, Master Howl.”
Howl grinned and ruffled the boy’s curly hair.
“That’s not a problem Markl. Here, you take hold of her and I’ll pick you up, alright?”
Markl nodded excitedly, prompting a laugh from Sophie and Calcifer.
He gently took hold of the small thread running through the fairy’s back, and nodded at Howl to let him know that he was ready. With a one, two, three! he was hoisted up into the air before being manoeuvred closer to the tree so he could wrap the thread around the highest branch available.
Howl dropped him down with a slightly sharp exhale, his blue hair in his face. He smiled at Markl, and then at Sophie.
Sophie’s eyes lit up before running and closing all the curtains to block any and all light from coming through, so at the end of it all there was just the softly glowing tree and Calcifer to illuminate the room. Howl wrapped an arm around Sophie’s waist, pulling her in, and placed a hand on Markl’s shoulder. 
Clearing his throat, Markl asked, “Sophie, is there any other things we do to get ready for Christmas?”
Sophie grinned.
“Markl, we’ve barely even begun!”
a/n Hope you enjoyed reading this! I will be posting more for writemas so be sure to check out my other posts once they're up!
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sailor-toni · 1 year
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A wedding Not Wanted
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts | Soriku | 785 words Read here or on AO3, FF.net, or Wattpad
            White and gold made the world turn dull. Rows of golden hats and white curly hair, teased and tied up into giant stacks of hair. Teetering upon skeleton frames decked in yards of careful lace and golden beads, floated upon polished marble floors, not a speck of color in sight. Not a feather out of place, nor a hair not glued to the scalp of those sitting in neat golden rows waiting for Prince Riku the forth, Duke of Daybreak, victor of Cain’s Beach, to make his appearance.
            Pure white hair, golden tunic, and a crown of liquid gold sat upon his head, large diamonds hung heavy on his head, and gold tied around his wrist. Literally. Golds silk rope tied his wrist behind his back digging into his wrist. A pair of hands in white gloves held him down as diamonds and gold was pierced into his ears.  
“Riku, stop this. This whole charade is childish needs to stop,” his Father said. His belly wrapped up in white cotton, and golden belts. Riku did not reply nor did he look at his father. “Riku. Riku look at me. This is for your own good.”
“No, it’s not,” he said.
“What? What did you say boy?”
“This isn’t for me. It’s for you.”
            Riku’s cheeks burned. It wasn’t his father that slapped him, but a servant. His father of couse would never actively get up from his chair and touch him.
“Put some more make up on him. I don’t want Princess Yuri or her father to see that,” his father spat.
            The piss clean carriage rumbled around him. The gold exterior blinding everyone around. The garish light reflects off the armor of the soldiers, castling white lines across the ceiling of the carriage. The bumping and rumbling of the carriage make the lines rocked back and forth like the coming tides.
Come on Riku. The water isn’t gonna get any warmer!
            Bittersweet memories and lost hope sting his eyes. The wooden floor of the carriage, painted white, still had the lines washing across their feet.
“We’re here,” a solider said.
            They came upon a perfect chapel, surrounded by small white flowers, and a large gold crown decked its spire. The inside was coated in gold and thick white paint. The cracks beginning to show around the edges, much like the gold silk ribbons that once held his wrist. Fake, and caked on like make up on the rows of women and men in golden hat and large white hair. He saw himself through their eyes, walking down the aisle at his own weeding. A fain red mark on his cheek, and slightly red eyes stained his pained face, but the rest of him was decked in long white robes and gold leaf crawling up his arms.
            He watched his father get peddled down to his seat. He saw his bride walk down to him. Dolled up in a tight white gown. He saw the memories of him and Sora melt away before him. Melt in a puddle of light brown puke, as gold and white mixed and swirled around him. His head swirled and pressure built on his chest, shortening his breath.    
            He could hear him. Sora’s scream as he fell from the castle tower, into the rocks below. His body fading away.
“Today we are here to see Prince Riku, and Princess Yuri, join together to holy matrimony,” The Priest words stomped around his mind, casting dark shadows round the golden mud.
Then, a shout, a bang, a scream. Golden doors were thrown open and a voice sang out,
“RIKU!” Sora stood before him, at opposite ends of the chapel. Bandages hidden by his colorful outfit; full of reds, blues, yellows, and black, lots of black. The propel in the rows began to scramble about int heir constraining outfits screaming,
“Pirates!” Guards came at every side, but more pirates came from behind Sora. Donald, Goofy, Will, and even the kids came springing out attacking every shiny guard they saw. Magic and swords flying around. Sora grabbed his arm, pointing to the stain glass behind them reflecting the morning sun.
“Jump!” Riku chose not to jump but to grab the man, covered in dirt and bandages, and kissed him.
“Only with you,” he held his hands and the two made their break, Riku’s father screaming behind them, his fat rolling him out of his chair, helpless in a mess among his clothes and large body.  
            Glass cut his clothing, and cut his skin, but Riku did not care to notice, as Sora and him fell into the water below. A large black ship waiting to take them away on a true imperfect colorful honeymoon.
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