#when he's had personal chefs and maids his entire life it's not impossible that he doesn't know where things are in his own home

[pretty-toru]

Gojo Satoru who knows where everything there is in your apartment, has all the cabinets memorized, how you like to organize them a certain way, and even knows where you keep your linens. He can navigate himself around your home like it's also his, but when you ask him where the spoons are at his place he simply goes, "Hmm.. dunno. But I'll help you look for it!" It's honestly jarring how Gojo lives in such a high-class neighborhood and owns a beautiful apartment but hasn't truly made it his home because he always chooses to stay with you instead.

#when he's had personal chefs and maids his entire life it's not impossible that he doesn't know where things are in his own home #his apartment is mainly treated as a resting area and getting a change of fresh clothes (he's always away on missions or over at yours) #especially since he's experienced how you made your apartment so warm and homey and the perfect place for him to unwind #it just feels much more comfortable and livable to him and he's already thinking about asking you to move in with him #gojo x reader #gojo satoru

[ohhoworiginalrfaheadcanons]

If MC shows Jumin aspects of “commoner” life, what would his favorite and least favorite parts of that be?

Canonically he actually experiences ‘commoner’ life in his Normal Ending when he quits and just becomes a normal employee. He appears to be thriving, so it’s likely there’s nothing that bothers him too much living life without the golden spoon, despite Zen’s assumptions.

With that in mind, however...it may be easiest to answer this in the form of describing what Jumin likes and dislikes most about his life in the Normal Ending, sans how his relationship with his father would be affected.

Jumin’s feelings about ‘Commoner life’

It’s no secret that Jumin pushes himself extremely hard at work, harder than he pushes anyone else, even Jaehee. Despite what some may think, however, he’s not actually a workaholic - he merely does what he sees is necessary as the Director of C&R.

It’s frankly a relief to no longer be Director of C&R. The responsibilities feel like a literal weight has been lifted off of his shoulders, and merely quitting his job to live with his wife in a simpler life may have immediately lengthened his life.

Sometimes he almost feels like he has too much time on his hands, and if not for his wife being there to spend it with, it’s not that he’d become a workaholic suddenly per se, it’s just that he quite literally wouldn’t be certain what to do with his time if not work. It’s hard to say whether Jaehee would find that funny or frightening.

Has he mentioned how nice it is not to have the constant pressure of ensuring his division succeeds, tracking everything he does to avoid scandals and weighing potential actions against stock prices and investors? All of that is no longer his concern, and while he was still raised in such a way that he’ll never be some wild daredevil, it is quite....freeing, to simply decide whether to do something based on whether it sounds like something he’d like to do.

A smaller paycheck means downsizing everything. No longer can they live in a penthouse or a perfectly designed dream house - now they have a condo somewhere or a modest house. It’s likely that his own personal savings are more than enough to buy either, rather than simply renting them, but it is quite a different feeling. Everywhere he looks isn’t just someone who works for him or a customer of his, but neighbors who have nothing to do with him - or if they were lucky enough to get somewhere more isolated, it’s quiet. He thinks it’s cozy, and with Elizabeth the 3rd and his wife by his side, nowhere is lonely or too quiet.

They sleep longer, and they get vacations that last longer than half a week more often than once every two years.

He never found his old clothing uncomfortable, but the clothing he wears now is almost a physical representation of the way his duties and responsibilities have lifted off of him - no longer so restrictive and monotone, inflexible and constantly forcing him to stand and move in certain ways. He’ll never be caught dead wearing sweats and a t-shirt or anything like that, he still has particular tastes, but a sweater vest over a simple shirt and relaxed slacks with hardly any starch might as well be free flowing robes.

His wife is beautiful and in her element, and it truly feels as if he’s joined her in her world, not plucked her out of hers and forced her into his. And not only does he get to spend more time with her, but he can spend much more time with Elizabeth the 3rd as well, so that neither of his wonderful women become lonely.

There are things he doesn’t particularly care for as much, though:

He no longer has servants, or employees at all. No maid to clean up after him when he gets absent-minded - save his wife, whom he loathes to inconvenience - no chef to make exquisite meals, no Jaehee to handle menial things he’d rather not, and no driver to take him places.

His car is nowhere near as good as the limousine. There’s no phone in it except his own cellphone - and nowhere to put that cellphone. There’s no mini bar, so if he doesn’t think to bring his own drink it’s just not there, and because he’s the one driving, a glass of wine after work on the way home simply isn’t possible anymore. Of course he could have his wife drive...but he wishes to pamper her, firstly, and he doesn’t hate driving, even if he really does need to get a license before he gets himself into trouble.

He doesn’t get to decide his own schedule. Technically he worked for C&R and his father before, but working as a low-level employee is a completely different experience - he’s had it before, when he first started in C&R, but it was long ago and he had nothing to compare it to at the time. If he’d like to work late, he simply isn’t allowed to. If he’d like to take a vacation, it must be approved - though he still somehow manages to take them much more than before, it does rankle at times that he’s quite literally forced to take them.

Even at work, he still has no employees. It goes without saying that at his skill and experience level he’ll rise in the ranks no matter what, but middle management is an entirely different ballgame from being the second in line for an entire corporation. It’s true that being up top is more restrictive than people realize, but at lower levels, he is his own assistant.

The plants aren’t his, but it still drives him up the wall to watch how carelessly people flood them and poorly take care of them at work.

There’s no real way around it: cheap food just isn’t as good as expensive food. Despite popular opinion, rich people also have pizza and hamburgers if they want to - they’re just made of higher quality, more expensive ingredients, by chefs who are just better at making them. It’s not impossible to afford more expensive food, but it’s a luxury he can only indulge in sometimes now.

Elizabeth the 3rd is suffering most from all of it: she can no longer afford the most expensive and pampering cat hotels, the best sitters, the best groomers, the best food, or the best care. It also, unfortunately, ended her career as a poster cat. It’s perhaps his least favorite part of commoner life: living rough himself is one thing, but making her do it as well feels unnecessarily cruel.

In the end, there are both positive sides to commoner life over his golden spoon life and negatives. Unlike what Zen might believe, Jumin is perfectly capable of adapting to it - though on his own he’d likely end up climbing the ranks again by his pure effort, skill, and ambition. With his wife, however, he’ll be happy no matter what kind of life he has. If he resigns from C&R to be with her, he’ll adapt to commoner life alongside her, and likely never move beyond a content middle-management businessman who works alongside her, takes vacations annually, and struggles to pamper his cat himself.

#rfa headcanons #jumin han #jumin x mc #mysme #mystic messenger #jumin normal end #anonymous #ask

[shigarakis-fifth-hand]

Hi! Can i have a fantasy scenario with Mirio as castle worker who has a crush on the princess?

Sooooo cute!! Please send more x readers, I love them!!

Mirio x Reader; The Last Day

Warnings: attempted rape, arranged marriage, cursing, drug-use, kissing

Mirio moved the box from the front yard to the main square, unloading a bunch of lights. “Mirio! Whatcha doing?” He looked up to see a blue-haired girl approaching him. It was Nejire, the other castle worker. She smiled at the tall, blonde boy in front of her. 

“Unloading the lights for the princess’s thing tonight. I’m working the entire night.” Mirio complained, setting all the lights on the pavement. 

“I’m excited! The princess wants me to do her makeup! I’m so excited!” Nejire cheered, beginning to hang up the lights.

“I’m not, I’m going to be apart of the courtyard security. Tamaki is going to be the princess’s main security officer. He gets to dress up and walk around with her...” Mirio daydreamed, looking off at the clouds in the sky. 

“Awww, is someone jelly? I know you like her Miri, there’s no use denying it. It’ll only drive you even crazier than you already are.” She winked at her friend, before looking around at all the lights hung up from tree-to-tree in the main courtyard.

“How can I be jealous? There’s nothing to be jealous of. She is going to marry the prince of the West kingdom, and there’s nothing anybody can do about it. Nejire giggled, smiling at her friend. “No, the king said if she falls in love beforehand she can decide not to marry him. It’s just because it’s tradition to have a marriage plan by 18.”

Mirio sighed, thinking deeply about how tonight would be the princess’s last night as a single woman. After tonight, she would be forced to marry the jerk of a prince near the West side of the country who she loved for some reason. 

“Stop filling my head with dreams Nejire. You know it’d be impossible. I’m a worker, she’s the princess. She’s royalty, I’m dirt poor. She’s... probably the most beautiful girl in the kingdom, I’m just me.”

He shunned Nejire, turning his back on her as we walked into the hall, carrying the empty box. He tried to ignore the feeling in his chest, but he was too sad. He was going to lose the only girl he had ever had feelings for, and why? Because her own royalty had kept her from ever exchanging a word to him.

“Togata!” Mirio turned to see Iida, the second-in-command of the princess’s personal security walking after him. “What is it?” He asked as Tenya turned to him. “General Tamaki has become extremely sick. Nothing deadly, just something he ate. I’m afraid he won’t be able to be the princess’s personal security guard.”

Mirio looked at him questioningly, nodding in response. “Okay, what do you need from me?” Mirio asked as Iida smiled, lifting his head up happily. 

“Well, I’d fill in but on such short notice, I’d then need someone to fill in my place. Tamaki mentioned that you were working on security tonight for the main square. Surely you’ll be able to handle working as her personal security guard?” Iida smiled as Mirio was about to turn it down when Nejire ran up behind them.

“Wow! We were just talking about this Mirio! Iida, you have found the right man for the job! Right Mirio?! Isn’t this the perfect opportunity to prove yourself?”

Iida smiled, unaware of Nejire’s tone of sarcasm. “Lovely. Well then, if you’ll come with me. I think it’s only appropriate for you to come to get fitted. You have your tux, now if you’ll come with me I believe you need to meet Your Royal Highness since the party is only in an hour and a half.” Iida gestured for Mirio to follow him, walking down the hallway, up to two flights of stairs, and into the grand hallway. 

The princess. Mirio was going to meet the princess.

The grand hallway was where the princess’s room was, where the library was, the designer room where the royal family clothing was handled, and then the grand balcony.

Mirio had only been up here a few times, coming to mop the floors or deliver something to the designer room. “Ahh, here you go. Make yourself comfortable, I’ll send her in.” Iida left Mirio in her bedroom, leaving to go get the princess.

Looking around, Mirio was astonished. It was nothing as he would imagine her room being like. The room to his right was just a large window with a window seat for looking out, and her bed was very large. But she had lots of books, paintings, and a full-size mirror to the left of the bed. There was a desk on the wall opposite the bed, with pictures of her and her friends. 

There was no jewelry, or expensive perfumes or makeup. In fact, she seemed fairly normal.

Mirio reached in to grab the photo, seeing the princess smiling with her brother, her sweet brother who had gone missing two years ago.

“Woah, hi.” He looked up, startled, to see the princess leaning on the doorway.  “Oh, hello. Um, I’m General Togata.” He tried to not sweat nervously, but it wasn’t working. “Well you’re definitely not Tamaki, and you already know who I am. Also, let’s go off the first-name basis. Call me Y/n, I’ll call you Mirio.” Mirio’s eyes widened. 

“How did you know my name?” He asked as the princess smiled, giggling. “Tamaki told me, don’t freak out on me.” She joked, smiling as she walked in front of her mirror.

Mirio couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with her presence as she walked past him. She was prettier in person since he had only seen her from afar. She was funny too like she couldn’t stop joking with sarcasm... and Mirio loved it. S

he was so bubbly, it was like she had never felt sad in her life.

“So, you’re my new security guard? Do you even know how to do that?” She joked, sitting on the window seat and looking out as Mirio stood there, near her door. “You’re wearing pajamas a half hour before your party. Do you know how to princess?” He asked as she giggled turning towards him and patting her hand on the seat next to her. 

“I like you. Come sit.” She smiled as Mirio nervously sat next to her.

“Oh, and please don’t mention that party. That dress on the bed has been taunting me all day. I have hair, and makeup, and then that itchy thing, and then I have to go over what to say to the prince. Gross. Have you ever had to rehearse lines for your own birthday party? No.” She was still smiling as she complained, gesturing to the dress on her bed. 

It was bright red and went to right above her knees.

“I think it looks good.” Mirio stood to look at it, noticing how short it was. He didn’t like that part. “Then you wear them. You’ll look better than I will. Do you know how itchy those things are? Gosh, I’d rather wear a porcupine that that.” She smiled, picking it up and twisting it.

“At least you’ll have a distraction with the party. Your birthday only comes once a year, and tonight is your 18th birthday. You’ll be an adult, or whatever they say.” The princess’s expression fell, staring at the dress. 

“My birthdays are the worst. Every year I have to dance around with that jerk, laugh at all my dad’s friend’s jokes, and by the end of the night I’m just left in an itchy dress.” A single tear fell from her face as Mirio got up, trying to comfort her. 

“No, I’m okay. I’m just upset about this whole marriage thing. I’m being punished for not falling in love by being forced to marry the most disgusting, most perverted, most horrible guy my age! I’ve been dreading this birthday since I can remember.” She sank into Mirio’s tight hug, liking the warm feeling.

“So, you don’t like him? The media says you’re head over heels with him.” The princess burst out laughing, still tearing up. 

“I hate him with a fiery, burning passion, but it’s tradition so my opinion doesn’t matter. He’s tried to kiss me since we were ten. I’m just worried that one day it won’t be just a kiss, ya know? I’m just saying, please don’t leave my side and stay extra close when he’s near. I feel safe around you and I don’t trust that guy one bit.”

Mirio nodded blushing as he let go of the hug as one of the princess’s maid walked in. “Oh dear, you need to get ready! The prince is here and he’s asking for you. Do come, we need to get you ready. If you’ll excuse us, young man?” She asked as Mirio nodded, walking out of the room. 

“Just please wait outside Mirio. Thank you.” Mirio nodded, blushing as he closed the door behind him, stepping to the side to wait.

“There you are, come on! We have to get you ready!” A designer from the other room began to pull Mirio in as he protested. “No, the princess told me to wait for her!” The designer didn’t care, pulling him in. 

“The princess doesn’t make the rules, we need her security guard to be formally dressed and that’s that. You will see her once the party starts, she’s only going to get ready and meet the prince.” Mirio’s eyes widened as the designers dressed him.

The prince. 

She wanted me to wait outside so I wouldn’t leave her side, so she would feel safe. Dang, it. And now she would come outside and I won’t be there. She’ll have to go see the prince by herself! Damn.

After what felt like hours, Mirio was finally sent to go see the princess. Walking down the hall, he had a bad feeling in his chest. 

“W-where is the princess?” He asked one of the chefs walking around. “She went to the main square with the prince.” He pointed outside, walking away. Immediately Mirio ran outside to see Y/n and the Westward prince sitting down at a table, talking. 

“And then when I did my modeling campaign, she came and talked to me again! Goodness, she talked so much. I’m glad you’re the quiet type, or else I’d have to tell you to shut up every second of the day.” He laughed at his own joke, drinking water as he talked. As Mirio approached them, he made eye contact with her. He could see he was holding her hand, but she wasn’t holding his. 

The conversation appeared to be just him talking. “God, all those girls down in Barcelona were all over me. I had to tell them I was a married man of course, but dang, you sure are lucky I had my morals or else we’d have a problem.” The princess stood up, staring at Mirio. 

“Um, Monoma, I have to handle something with my security officer. Be right back.” She swiped her hand from Monoma’s grip, walking over and grabbing Mirio’s hand before speed-walking off into the hallway.

She led him through the main entrance, and then outside the door to the front courtyard before he pulled him into a hug. “God, I always forget how bad he is. Please, please help me tonight. Just get me through tonight, and I’ll owe you anything.” Mirio’s ears perked up at anything before settling down his dirty mind. 

The princess was a friend if that, nothing more.

“What do you want me to do?” Mirio asked nervously, realizing how tight she was holding on to him. “Just... just hold me for now. Please. I need you right now.” She buried her face in his chest as he held her close, not realizing someone was watching them.

The two spent the next fifteen minutes walking around the palace, trying to avoid the hundreds of people who were coming for the party. Along the way, Mirio had learned that Y/n loved books, was allergic to dogs and had never felt romantic feelings for anyone before. 

“Ya see, I know there’s someone out there for me. At least, I hope there is. Who knows though? Maybe I’m a human being incapable of feeling love for someone else.” Mirio bumped his shoulder into her, smiling.

“I don’t think that. You’re too kind to everyone, and we know any guy wants to be with you. Obviously, Mr. Hot-Shot does. You’re able to make friends too easily, you just haven’t met the right person yet.” The princess smiled at his assurance. 

“What about you? I’ve seen you hang out with Nejire, the blue-haired girl on my makeup team. She’s mentioned you once or twice.” Mirio blushed at the thought of the princess talking about him with Nejire.

“Don’t worry though, she didn’t tell me all of your darkest secrets. Just the ones I can get you arrested for.” She stuck her tongue out as Mirio smiled back. He couldn’t believe what was happening. In hours, he had built a relationship with this gorgeous, funny girl. 

She was perfect.

“And what would that be?” Mirio played along as the two stopped, a wind picking up and blowing her hair back. “Well, I remember years ago she said you had a great crush on me. But that couldn’t possibly be true, right?” She smirked as Mirio’s face turned a cherry red color. 

“Y-Y/n. I... I can’t deny it, but I can’t admit that I may... possibly...” As Mirio stuttered, the Princess got on her tiptoes, leaning in to kiss him. Mirio did the same, awaiting to kiss her just as a yell could be heard from inside the castle. It was the king.

“You... Y- We need to go inside, it’s probably about to start.” As Mirio began to walk away, the princess grabbed his hand, pulling him closer as she kissed his cheek sweetly. “Don’t leave my side Miri.” She whispered into his ear, sending chills down his back as the two made their way inside.

Immediately the hallway was filled with commotion as they were immediately met with loud yells and greetings. 

“Ahh, princess! Happy birthday! Dear, you look lovely! Happy birthday, dear!” The hallway was filled with overwhelming voices, startling Mirio as they walked through. The princess didn’t even flinch though. This was her life daily. 

As she walked through, Mirio followed her closely as she shook hands, waved, and kissed a few cheeks of the queens and other princesses who were nearby. 

That was, until Monoma’s mother, the queen of the Westward kingdom, jumped in front of Mirio. “Darlings! The photographer needs a photo!” She exclaimed as Monoma jumped out of nowhere, scooping his arm across Y/n as the two smiled at the camera. 

Mirio couldn’t help but notice Monoma’s hand getting too low before the camera went away.

“There you are Y/n. Once you ran off with your guard, I thought I lost you there. Here, I got this for you.” He handed her a glass of champagne before gesturing her outside to the center square. Mirio quickly followed behind, hot on their trails before they sat down. 

“Ahh Mirio, sit here.” She patted the seat to her right, Monoma sitting on her left.

“So, I see you’re not with Tamaki. Such a shame, I liked him best.” Monoma rudely exclaimed, not acknowledging Mirio’s presence. “Ahh, don’t be silly. Tamaki isn’t dead, he just wasn’t feeling well. And Mirio has been a great help, he’s really helped me prepare for this whole thing.” Mirio smiled at her defending him. 

“I don’t know, I just feel like it’s unprofessional for a security guard to kiss their client. But that’s just me. Now if you’ll excuse me, my father promised me he’d take some photos of me in this dapper suit.” With that, he got up and left the square, leaving the two sitting there awkwardly.

“That... that won’t get you in trouble right?” Mirio asked as she turned to him, her expression soft. “No, of course not. I’m not technically his fiance until the stroke of midnight.” With that thought, her eyes widened before she grabbed her glass and chugged the entire thing. 

“Dance with me Miri.” She grabbed his hand and stood up before he stopped her. “What? Don’t be silly, I’m on guard as your personal security officer. I shouldn’t be dancing.” Mirio refused as she smiled. “Oh please, the only thing more personal than dancing is if you were kissing me. How much more protective can that be? Plus every guy in the room is wearing the exact thing you are, and you look better than all of them. Dance with me pretty boy.” She smiled, trying to pull him up as he still refused. 

“Mirio.” She murmured seriously, changing her tone. 

“Once tonight is gone, I’m going to belong to that man. Who stalks me out windows and puts his hands where they shouldn’t belong. Tonight is the last night I can kiss whoever, and dance with whoever I want. It’s a silly dance to you, but to me, it’s my last night as my own person. Please don’t make me spend it sitting around.” She whispered, her voice weak and sad. 

As if her true emotions were coming out, her bubbly self melted away. “Fine then, but just one.” As Mirio stood up, her face lit up and her eyes glittered more than ever before. True happiness. 

She led him to the dance floor where they began. Mirio was rusty at first, but he eventually got it. It was just formal dancing around the circle, but it allowed them to talk with the music playing loudly so nobody could hear them.

“Mirio, I want to talk about the kiss.” Y/n whispered, blushing as Mirio’s eyes widened. She was full of surprises, wasn’t she? “W-what about it?” He asked, trying to avoid eye contact as they spun around and around. “I... I want to do it again. Please.” Mirio was quick to shake his head. “What? Here? Listen Y/n, don’t act like I’m the love of your life just because you’re desperate to escape this relationship. As much as I’d love it if you loved me for real, you can’t toy with my emotions like this.”

Y/n was quick to back away, tears falling down her face before she fell to her knees. “Y/n!” Mirio exclaimed, reaching down to help her before she pushed him away. “No Mirio, I’m okay. I just... don’t feel so good all of a sudden. And no, don’t follow me.” She insisted, running out into the hallway out of his sight. 

Immediately Mirio sat down at the table, waiting for her to return for a few minutes.

That’s when minutes turned into twenty minutes, and then soon half an hour. Worryingly, Mirio found the queen to ask her the whereabouts of her daughter. “Oh, I saw her in the hallway. She was very tired and drowsy so Monoma was helping her to her room. Such a fine boy.” Mirio nodded, before getting a flashback.

“I’m just worried that one day it won’t be just a kiss, ya know? I’m just saying, please don’t leave my side and stay extra close when he’s near. I feel safe around you and I don’t trust that guy one bit.” 

Immediately Mirio ran upstairs and to the other side of the castle, bolting to your room to find the door closed and locked. Mirio slammed his body against it, yelling as loud as he could. “Y/n?! Y/n! Monoma, you son of a bitch! Open this door now!” He yelled before slamming his body into the door so much it opened.

His eyes widened at the view in front of him. Monoma was on top of you, holding you down by your wrists when you were just in your panties and bra, your hair messy and mascara marks on your cheeks from you crying. 

“Get off of her!” He yelled, pushing Monoma off of you and into your mirror. Monoma grabbed Mirio, slamming him into the mirror to where glass cut his forehead. “Stop! Don’t hurt him!” You yelled, standing far away, scared for Mirio’s safety. You were terrified of the guys in front of you, fighting when blood was dripping down both of them. 

Monoma slammed his body into Mirio, knocking him to the ground and giving several punches to his head. Mirio’s vision began to get blurry, thinking about the party happening far away. 

All Mirio could think about was how you had been screaming constantly, yet nobody could hear you from the other side of the castle while Monoma stripped you of your innocence.

As Monoma punched Mirio, nearly killing him, Y/n jumped in. She threw a punch to his head and pushed him off the taller blond. “You bitch! You always screw everything up! Now, how about a teenage pregnancy?! Surely that will blow away any romance you have with the joke on the floor over there!” Monoma smacked Y/n, throwing her against the wall. “

You can’t do anything right!” He yelled, throwing punch after punch at her before grabbing her throat. 

“I’m going to end this!” He exclaimed, lifting her off the ground by just her throat, causing her to stop breathing. “Monoma... please stop.” She whimpered, clawing at Monoma’s hand around her neck as her eyes began to drift to the back of her head.

That’s when Mirio got up, grabbed the vase of flowers, and threw it against Monoma’s head, knocking him out cold and sending him to the ground. He ran to Y/n’s side, tears falling down his cheeks as he helped her up. “It’s okay, you’re safe.” As Y/n began to breathe again, she wrapped her hands around Mirio’s neck tightly, hugging him as he pulled her close. 

His worries didn’t care if she was partly naked, at least she was alive.

“He drugged me Miri.” She whispered tears falling down her cheek as he nodded. “I know.” He whispered, petting her hair before she stepped back. “I think I’m in love with you Mirio.” She whispered, and this time, he nodded back in response. “I’ve been in love with you my entire life.” Slowly, the two kissed sweetly, it becoming more passionate as the minutes passed. 

“Come on, let’s go get the nurses. I’m sure they’ll will want to fix us up.” She sadly smiled before limping to the phone next to her bed. “I request my parents, a nurse, and Monoma’s parents. There’s an emergency.”

The next moments were a blur. All of the royal parents fled into the room, gasping at the scene in front of them. Immediately Monoma, Y/n, and Mirio were taken to the medical room to be treated. 

Many interviews took place, discussing everything that had happened that night. Many good things came of that night. The Westward kingdom apologized and sent their son off to a military camp, and Y/n became a free girl. 

Also... Mirio and Y/n became a couple, enjoying each other’s company and not worrying about marriage. They enjoyed going to the library together to read, walking around the castle, and painting. Mirio was quickly excused from all castle work, and Nejire became head of Y/n’s makeup and hair. Tamaki was quick to confess that he had never been sick, and had planned everything with Nejire ahead of time.

After that, Y/n and Mirio finally found happiness. Mirio was able to be with the love of his life, and Y/n proved to herself that she could find love in the strangest of ways.

Hope you like it! I went overboard and wrote too much :) Oops!

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[markleesthighs]

Black Mamba | Chapter 3

Pairings: Reader x Mark Lee, Reader x Hendery, Reader x Jaehyun, feat. ot21

Genre: NCT mafia!au, angst, fluff, light smut (suggestive), comical

Warnings: Swearing, A LOT of flashbacks, passive-aggressiveness

Words: 3.045k

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Chapter 3 - Moving On 

Seoul, Korea, a week after Valentine’s Day 2023

One week. One week since your heartbroken, one week since you’ve lost your love and heart to a man full of shit. You had never stepped foot into Mark’s bedroom since and have taken off your necklace you had kept on for three years was now in a box in your bedside dresser locked away forever. You both never talked with each other since that night and kept it strictly professional. 

You focused on your work and have helped succeed almost 80% of the missions since last week. You also found yourself accepting more assassination missions wanting to get out of the mansion. You also got closer to Hendery, and it would not have been a shock to see that Mark took notice to that. He always gazed at you looking at you laughing over something Hendery said or when you let him come into the lab with you to look at what you were working on. He became a really close friend to you since that night.

You came back from an assassination, riding on your motorbike with your helmet on. You rode into the garage and took off your helmet and walked into the mansion and you heard the voice of the guys from the main entrance looking through the windows.

“Who is that?”

“She’s pretty.”

“I wonder when he broke the news to her.”

“Bet Mark bought her that necklace.”

“Ha, I bet he bought her everything she is wearing.”

You immediately knew who they were talking about, a/n (any name). Mark finally decided to bring her to the mansion and show her what he really does for work. You are going to assume its some spoiled brat who only wants Mark for money and his dick. You put your helmet down along with the others in your closet and started to walk down to greet whoever this a/n is. All the guys and Mark immediately stopped talking when they saw you, hearing the clicking of your boots approaching them. They all moved out of your way, and you made eye contact with Mark and a/n. Mark looked at you in panic and awkwardness, awaiting your reaction. I guess Mark thought you wouldn’t be at the mansion by now and try to sneak her in the mansion without you noticing. You reached out a hand to a/n.

“Hello, I am y/n, nice to meet you.”

“Hi! OMG, I LOVE your outfit.”

“Thank you, I’ve heard so much about you.”

You noticed her necklace, it was the same exact one Mark gave you, same letter engraving, the same pendant that you wore for three years.

“How do you know Mark?”

“Oh, Mark?”

You put an arm around his shoulder and gave him a noogie.

“I’ve known this idiot for four years, we are practically family, right, Mark?”

“y-yeah, family.”

She looked somewhat intimidated by you. You had a perfect, healthy body (all bodies are beautiful :)), friendly with all of the guys, and appeared to be a goddess to her.

“Oh, don’t worry about me, if I were to date anyone of these dumbasses it would be Hendery or Jaehyun.”

Both of their faces immediately lit up, and they started to laugh and hit each other

“Hey! That doesn’t mean I would date you, I would only do so if I were forced to by Mark.”

They both calmed down, and a/n seemed to calm down from her worries.

“Y/n why don’t you take a/n for a tour?” Mark said.

You fake smiled and said

“Sure, I would LOVE to.”

The guys and Mark soon dispersed back to their work while you led her around the entire mansion, explaining where everything is.

“So this the main entrance, obviously with high tech security, and has loaded guns and missiles built into its walls to ensure safety.”

“From what?”

“People trying to kill us.”

“This is the kitchen, living, and dining room, we don’t spend much time in the living or dining room since we are all busy 24/7. We also have a personal, professional chef and maid service for you if you feel like it.”

“So if I want anything I can get it?”

“Yes…”

“The floor below is mainly the garage, which you can’t have access to since you are not allowed to leave without Mark, another member, or a bodyguard.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Whatever,” you thought.

“If you go upstairs, this is the floor where the most work happens, and YOU MUST knock on the door before going in, understood?”

She nodded as you continued. 

“If you look out here, you can see our bathhouses inspired by Japanese onsens, and you will go into the women’s side, not the men’s side. You can also see our outdoor and indoor shooting ranges where we train our trainees to shoot. Here on this floor, you will find all of our conference rooms and offices, if you look at the end of the hallway on the right that’s Mark’s office, you can feel free to pop in if you’d like. If you need any help, ask Taeyong, whose office is the last door on the right. If you look left, you will see the weaponry and technology labs, my lab is all the way at the end. However, you are NOT allowed inside.”

“Why not?”

“First, you physically can’t come in, and I don’t want anyone or you knocking on the door thinking you can, it has a facial and fingerprint scanner impossible to hack. Only Mark and I can access or allow anyone in. Second, Mark wants you to be safe, so he wants you to stay away from this lab so you can’t get hurt when we are testing weapons.”

“Aww, he’s so sweet.”

You roll your eyes so hard that you might hurt your skull of how annoying she is.

“This is the third floor, where all of the bedroom quarters are, this is where we all sleep, and you will be sleeping in Mark’s room.”

You walked her to Mark’s room and hesitated to open the door getting flashbacks of that night. 

“Um, are you going to open the door?”

“Yeah I was, I was just making sure no one was in there.”

You swung the door open and let her walk around, looking at his room. It smelled just as you remembered, musk, cigarettes, and whiskey. You saw as nothing changed except the picture of you two were replaced by her and presents given by you were nowhere to be found. The one thing you still saw was the wall. The wall he threw you into was slightly dented and would only be noticed if you knew what happened there. 

“Alright let’s go” (before you start crying at least)

“Okay!!”

She was WAY too peppy and energetic for your type, you have NO IDEA how Mark found her attractive, heck even started dating this chick. You led her through the rest of the house and eventually ended the tour.

“This concludes the tour any questions?”

“Uhhhh, yeah! What do I get to do!”

“HA, nothing.”

“W-what?”

“Listen, you are here to keep Mark happy, pick up a hobby or something. At least make yourself useful here.”

You left her in the elevator walking to your lab exhausted from talking to her and continued working for the rest of the day. You needed a bath and steam, so you headed to the bathhouses to relax for your tiring day. It was still snowing out, and the contrast of the cold breeze and the hot water and steam made you feel extremely relaxed. 

You kept thinking in your thoughts about a/n, and how she magically seduced Mark. You also thought if Mark was really over you, or needed to distract himself. But nonetheless, you hoped Mark was happy since you still cared about him and would always support whatever he does with his life.

That was until you heard a crashing in your bathhouse. You immediately got out and put on your robe with a dagger, a throwing knife, and a gun equipped in your pockets. You held your gun and saw the shadow in the changing room who knocked over all of the buckets and towels. You prepared to protect yourself as you put them into a chokehold with your gun to their head.

“If you move or speak you will die got it?”

“y-y/n it’s just me.”

“What are you doing in here?”

“A/N??? WHAT THE HELL YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME!”

“I-I just came to take a bath.”

“Well, a WARNING could have been nice.”

You calmly removed her from her chokehold and walked back to the outdoor onsen to have some steam and she soon followed shortly. She didn’t get in, but she looked around for a bit.

“What do you do around here?”

“You get in and relax, this is usually the time where I can clear my head, but you decided to come along.”

She then hopped in and sat across from you.

“So, do you like anyone here?”

“Why do you care?”

“I don’t know you are surrounded but so many handsome guys, I’m surprised you’re not dating one of them.”

“Why so you can cheat on Mark with one of them?”

“What? No. Never.”

“Well, I’m sorry I’m focused on my work, so I don’t have time for dating.”

“Oh. Have you ever thought about it?”

“No…not any of them are my type.”

You then got out since you’ve been in the onsen bath for too long and felt light-headed.

“BYEEEE I’LL SEE YOU TOMORROW!!!”

You waved and had a cold shower before you left. You felt better after and walked back into the mansion to find Mark reading on the couch, looking like he was waiting for his girlfriend.

“Oh, y/n, I have something for you.”

Mark got up and handed you an envelope with gold lettering with your name on it. You took it and opened if, in front of him, it read “25th Annual Masquerade Ball.” You remembered this ball since you remember your parents attending one every year. Mark was telling you that every member of NCT was required to attend, protect, and enjoy others and themselves. 

He told you a fashion designer will come and take your measurements for your custom mask and ball gown. You remembered attending this ball with Mark several times. Even if he was busy, he still promised to give you a dance and never forgot his promise. You have memories of those magical nights, but this is the first time you are going solo. You walked away, but before you entered your room, you heard Mark’s laughing from the living room. You missed that, hearing his laugh and making him smile, it was a bittersweet feeling.

Every morning regardless of the weather, you do a morning run before you work on anything. You wake up really early to go on your run, so you are not disturbed by others in the morning. However, you didn’t realize that someone as looking for you. A/n actually asked a maid where you were. When you returned, she looked at you in awe, after your workout, you looked even more like a Goddess compared to her.

“How was your run?”

“Fine.”

“I was wondering if us girls wanted to hang out today since I have nothing to do here.”

“But unlike you, I have work to do here, so you run along and pick some flowers.”

You walked away with maids holding water, towels, and your change of clothes before heading into the lab. In the lab, your eyes met the invitation again, reminding yourself that the Masquerade Ball is coming up and the fashion designer was coming to see you today. Since you had a fitting around your lunchtime, you decided to design some Masquerade Ball friendly weapons. Gun holsters, knife pockets, tracking devices, earpieces, and night vision lenses. Soon after, you were called for your fitting and walked to the garage, got on your motorbike, and rode off to the fashion designers workshop. You arrived and went up to the top floor to meet a similar face who’s designed all of your outfits to the years prior to the ball.

It felt awkward, but, you kept calm during the entire fitting. While you were doing your fitting, you looked around and saw Mark’s and a/n’s outfit designs on the wall, matching in a beautiful navy blue and gold theme. You never matched Mark at these balls, since you kept your love hidden. The designer decided on a red dress with a golden snake necklace and golden embroidery. He would tell you he would send everyone’s outfits early for you to input any proper equipment or defenses. 

It wouldn’t take long, it would just be a quick sew and an add on. You had given him the blueprints of the weapons prior so he can highlight and sew in pockets for special items like poison gas. He showed the masks that fit your special requests and accommodations. They had trackers, analyzers, and night vision mode when you looked through it. They also had an x-ray option to see what weapons the person is currently carrying (only for your mask). They also were secret gas masks and could see through smoke bombs. You soon left your fitting and rode back in peace, knowing that the gala will be left in good hands.

A week later, you were sent everyone’s outfits in a vast array of colors from black to yellow. You equipped everyone’s outfits until you hesitated at Mark’s. It was beautiful, and you knew how good he would look in it. It had golden vines across his navy suit jacket. You looked at a/n’s dress thinking how the dress could have been yours, that if things had worked out differently, you would be wearing this dress. This dress should be your dress, not hers. 

You were about to burn the dress when you realized how selfish you were being. It’s Mark’s first time going to a ball with a date, and it’s not like he’s unhappy with her, he smiles all the time around her. You delicately placed her dress down, put a tracking device, dagger, and an alarm system connected to Mark, to know when she’s not within the eyesight of Mark. Your dress, you made sure it could be ripped off for any emergency. The skirt part can rip off and reveal your black pants underneath equipped with everything you needed, guns, knives, bombs, and ammo. 

You sent the maids to deliver the suits and dresses to all the NCT members, while trainees were either working or have the night off (depending on how well they did on their tests). You also started talking to Hendery more and more, and now you both became very close friends. Mark did notice this and started to fill up Hendery’s schedule so you couldn’t see him often. You both would eat together, and he would hang out with you in the lab on late nights and bring you tea to keep you working. It would not be surprising if you didn’t say you started to warm up to him, or heck even likes him. He was there for you when you needed it, and you trusted him with your heart. 

That night you were tired from all of your work you lied down on your bed and thought about Hendery. You wondered if he felt the same way or even liked you. You remembered when he seems excited when you said you would date him, maybe that’s a sign? You told Hendery all of your worries and concerns, and he was there to listen and comfort you. You two also occasionally had sleepovers in your room, pushing each other playing Mario Kart or watching sad romance dramas. He was like a best friend that you loved more. Since your break up with Mark, it’s been a long time since you’ve had a genuine best friend. 

Sure, Mark was your best friend (that you dated), but a person to hang out with and spend your free time with was lovely. Yeah, the other guys are still your friends, but they are always super busy and can’t even catch a break with you. The only reason why Hendery can is that he is the head of his own department, and has other people working under him to do his work. Hendery strictly just reports what he gets from his peers. He works in the medicine and health department, which was in another building, to prevent sickness from spreading and allow a separate hospital for NCT. 

You didn’t feel like that lonely child anymore, you felt love. Those same fuzzy warm feelings for Mark resonated within Hendery, but were you ever going to tell him? If he doesn’t feel the same thing what is going to happen? 

You took a quick shower and changed, continuing to lay on your bed, thinking. Just as you were in your own thoughts, you heard a knock at your door. You got up to answer it, and speak of the devil, its Hendery. He walked in a little nervous and sat down on the bed. 

“What’s up Hendery?”

“H-hey y/n, can I ask you something?”

“Shoot.”

“Do you w-want to come with me to the Masquerade Ball?”

“...”

“A-as f-friends of course...if that makes you feel comfortable.”

“...”

“I-I know you are still hurt from Mark, so I figured you should still enjoy the ball regardless.”

“T-thank you, I would love to go with you Hendery.”

“R-really??”

You then pecked his cheek, which made him blush a crimson red on his cheeks.

“You can also consider me your date then.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.” 

He then hugged you before saying goodbye and goodnight, and you somehow lost all of your worries and fell asleep peacefully. 

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take a chance and don’t ever look back -- chapter 4

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Life in Roswell seemed impossibly small when he was a kid with a ticket out, but even then he had no idea how boring it could be. Work on the ranch keeps his hands busy and soothes his soul; the Fosters have been good to him in a life where Michael can’t say that often. Still, though, his brain paces his skull like a circus tiger, coiled and starving. People don’t talk to you when you start sixth grade in clothes three sizes too big; people don’t talk to you when you’re twenty-five and day drunk on household chemicals.

Boredom’s gotten Michael into trouble more and more over the past eight years but agreeing to help plan Isobel’s wedding just might take the (proverbial) cake.

Four hours into Isobel’s book of fabric samples, he’s slumped in the corner of his bunk and wracked with a new respect for his sister’s choice of career. He groans, “Why do you even need an assistant? You’ve planned a million weddings. And this time you won’t even have to argue with people who are too dumb to know that you know everything.”

Isobel stops pacing and wheels to face him with her hands on her hips, a pale satin tie clenched in each fist. “Because a good wedding is the result of the competition between two forces: an idiot with a vision and me, who knows how to make it happen. If fewer than five screaming fights take place, I consider a project a total failure.”

“Iz, I’m not gonna fight you; you know I’ll just agree because I want this to be special for you.”

“Well, if you really want this to be the wedding of my dreams—” She fights back a smile, “—you can start by having an opinion between ash blue and periwinkle. Really let me have it.”

“Periwinkle is for dumb sluts.”

“That’s the spirit,” she says, tossing the ash blue tie into the reject corner with all the rest. “Excellent. With that done, we’re all set for you guys’ fittings next week. Is Friday okay for you? Max has a thing on Saturday.”

“Iz…”

“You’re sitting in the front row, so you don’t get to say no. And before you say anything at all,” Isobel sticks her palm in Michael’s face, “I’m paying for Max’s suit too. As if I’m going to let my own brothers make their own wardrobe choices on my wedding day. How stupid do you think I am?”

“Front row, huh?” An unexpected lump in his throat blocks the words, leaving them watery and weak. He scrubs at the back of his head as Isobel gives him an exasperated look.

“Of course. None of Noah’s family will be there, so we’re not having traditional attendants or anything, but that doesn’t mean you’re not still my maid of honor.” She reaches out and cups his cheek. Her eyes glisten bright, too.

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere.”

“Doesn’t need to; you’re already here. Dumbass.”

Michael gasps dramatically as she claps him on the cheek. Then Isobel goes back into action mode, taking a step back, straightening her shoulders, and tossing her hair back like they hadn’t just been thirty seconds from weeping openly in each other’s arms.

“Alright,” she says, “I’m off to put the fear of god into a pastry chef. I’ll be back tomorrow, though—next, you get to help me put the playlist together.”

She tears out of the lot, the same terror behind the wheel she was at eighteen. He watches her go, unease prickling in his guts.

He…doesn’t want to put together a wedding playlist.

He hasn’t had much to do with music in a long time. Mostly, it just hurts. It hurts to not even be able to mock the fingerings against his thigh. It hurts to think of musicians who never got to live their dreams. It hurts to hear about love, and it hurts to be that guy who turns off the radio because of an old flame.

Not that Isobel knows any of this. Just another secret under lock and key. He’s got a lot of those, in the form of a literal locked box among several boxes he keeps shoved in drawers and under things, stuffed in the hidden corners of his life. He pulls it out and sits in in his lap; he fiddles with the little padlock holding it shut safe.

It—it was never an actual dream he had, or anything. It never formed fully in his mind. They never even knew each other until it was already too late, even if they didn’t know it at the time. Helping Isobel with all the preparing, it—it shouldn’t be this hard.

The problem is. The problem is he kind of likes it.  Sitting shoulder to shoulder with his sister on his narrow bunk while she lectures him on fabric integrity and color theory. Comparing flower varieties until he fears he’s lost his sense of smell entirely. Eating so much over-sweetened cake it makes him sick. It’s boring as hell, and frustrating, and overly extravagant, and. He wants it. And he shouldn’t want it. Not while he’s half a murderer with a rap sheet as long as Max’s latest light reading. Not while the only person he’d ever ask could be dead already, and no one even knew to tell him.

With an old, resigned ache beating dully in his throat, he slips the lock and nudges the box open. Inside are the usual suspects—old institutional copies of a human birth certificate, a Social Security card, some emergency cash, the title for his truck, all beside a small stash of other things. As a kid, he’d been a bit of a magpie. Treasure always found its way to his fingertips—pocket-sized ones, in case he had to leave again. Beads and bits of embroidery thread; glittering stones and false keys. He grew out of the habit slowly after aging out of the system. He kept what kept his memories alive and discarded the rest. He runs his fingertips over the remnants, and they feel impossibly small. A single earring of Isobel’s, missing its twin. A button off an old jacket of Max’s that someone might mistake for gold. A necklace he found at a secondhand shop—two bullet casings and a chunk of quartz threaded on a ribbon—he’d meant to leave on Rosa’s memorial before Max looked at him with salt and sulfur in his face and told him to stop going before people started talking. And there’s—just one other thing.

He stayed a magpie when it came to Alex Manes; he kept an unhealthy number of trinkets in a desperate bid to keep him close. A stub of eyeliner pencil he found in the footwell of the passenger seat. A handful of chipped guitar picks dropped on the desert sand by clever, distracted hands. Hell, he even kept an old flyer from the UFO Emporium, just because he remembered it tacked on the glass of the ticket window the day they kissed in the dark. But nothing Alex left him belongs in this box of mundane essentials and things a desperate someone might think to steal. Nothing except the thing that was never his, and always was.

Michael started helping Sanders out on weekends and days off school when he was fifteen. The old man’s sight was going, and though he refused to admit it to even Michael’s face, he knew it was a good idea to hire someone on to pick up the slack. The yard was the closest thing to a haven Michael had—it felt good to work with his hands, no one would go looking for him there, and even if Sanders could be a real bastard, he never raised his voice or his fists around Michael.

Late on a summer evening, Michael was bent double under the hood of a tourist’s Mercedes, searching for the source of a weird clunk its owner started hearing from the engine after an oil change, when he felt something cool and smooth on the tip of his finger. With a little extraterrestrial assistance, he straightened up with it in his palm—a simple silver band, no adornment, no engraving.

Sanders laughed his cackling smoker’s laugh about people dumb enough to lose a ring inside a car; red-faced, the car’s owner swore up and down that it wasn’t his, never seen it before, he’d never do anything that stupid.

So Michael just…kept it. Carried it around in his pocket. Kept it in his glove box, took it out sometimes to look at it, put it in his lockbox once he settled down a bit.

Even at seventeen, he wasn’t that kind of romantic. Marrying Alex Manes didn’t start to cross his mind until…he can’t even pinpoint when it was, exactly, that looking at the ring started feeling like looking at his future, started feeling like it deserved a matching set. It just feels natural, now, that the day he fell in love with Alex he already had a ring in his pocket.

He thinks back to being touched all nervous and hungry, and he thinks Alex might have loved him just a little, too. Maybe not enough, maybe not enough for a lifetime together, but Michael would still like the chance—that’s all he wants, just the chance—to go down on one knee and find that out some day.

But hey. It’s not about him right now; it’s about giving Iz the best damn day of her life. Helping her forget the secrets and the lies, just for a little. So he replaces the lock on the box, replaces his aching back on its shelf, and starts scrolling through the music on his phone.

He dances as Isobel’s wedding. He dances with his sister and with girls he knew from high school; he dances with Noah’s lawyer friends and other people he’s never even met before. He dances with acetone cutting his blood and his brain a thousand miles away, under vaulted ceilings and, later, under the stars.

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In a clean, cold hospital half a world away, dancing gets a little more complicated for Alex Manes.

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To Protect and Serve (Part 2)

Prompt: Imagine Bucky Barnes being hired as your personal body guard, but things don’t go as you or your family anticipates.

Word Count: 1735

Warnings: Language (possibly, probably not, but possibly), some violence, traumatic memories/events

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The first week was absolutely easy. I checked every room before you entered, I watched over you as you read, ate, played, and sometimes even slept. I stood outside your quarters to make sure you weren’t disturbed. You appeared even more childlike than I presumed, but it wasn’t immaturity by any level. You were a free spirit, but bold. When someone told you you couldn’t do something, you proved them wrong and impressed them. It wasn’t a spiteful action, it was a message that you shouldn’t be underestimated.

On my seventh night, you were reading in the study when you suddenly said, “What do you say we get a midnight snack?”

“Are you sure we should?” I asked.

“It’s my home, I’ll eat what I want.” You popped that adorable smile at me and I couldn’t refuse. I lead the way down to the kitchen where the staff was cleaning the kitchen, prepping food for tomorrow’s breakfast, and stocking the pantry.

You ran up to a table with decadent treats that were reserved for a party tomorrow. You grabbed a plate and threw a handful of chocolate truffles, petit fours, and cookies on it.

“What are you doing?” I demanded in a hushed whisper as I glanced around to the busy chefs and maids. “You’re going to get us in trouble.”

“Nonsense, James, it’ll be fine. They can always make more. It’s just a handful. Come now,” you ordered, and I had to obey. I had to be just like your shadow.

You skipped through the palace back to your room and invited me inside.

“Come! Sit!” you asked politely, still giggling from your swipe.

“Are you sure it’s okay to have these?”

“James, we took a handful of sweets from a boring party tomorrow. I promise you, they won’t be missed.”

“Bucky,” I clarified.

“Hmm?” you hummed, a mouthful of chocolate strawberry.

“I go by Bucky. My birth name is James, but my friends call me Bucky.”

“So I’m a friend, eh?” you questioned, a hint of mischief in your voice. “If I’m a friend, you won’t mind sharing this plate of sweets with me then?” You gestured to the plate between us on the bed.

“I don’t mind helping you, no,” I answered with a laugh.

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Over the course of the next few weeks, we had grown close. It was impossible not to. We spent every waking moment together, and some not awake, with me watching outside your bedroom. I found out you loved painting, mainly water colors, and I often joined you on the veranda to paint various scenes. It was serene, watching you paint, watching you in general. You confided in me that one day you wanted to be in politics much like your father. You were definitely a daddy’s girl. Your sister was much more like your mother, from what I could tell, and your brother was like a younger version of your father.

The summer was still so beautiful, that your family decided to relocate to the country cottage that you all owned. The fresh air was needed by all in the family. One late afternoon, you asked me to take you to the stables, to see your horse.

“His name is Lightning,” you explained as you brushed him, donning riding attire.

“Why is that?” I pondered as I glanced around the barn, going in and out of the tack rooms, checking horse stalls.

“He’s the fastest horse we’ve ever owned. I know he’s just a chestnut, but he’s an impeccably fast steed.”

“He’s very handsome,” I admired. His coat was a rich brown, glossy and sheeny, his mane and tail were three shades lighter, an almost pale caramel color. Right above his hooves was white fur. He reminded me of a horse we had in the war; that horse was a really good gelding.

“Thank you. I intend to get him back into showing.”

“You used to show him?”

“Absolutely. In my teens I did trick riding, we showed him at pageants. I wanted to enter him in racing but father said it was too risky.”

“That it is.”

“Why don’t you get out Forrest and we’ll go for a ride?” you asked as you started to grab a saddle.

“I’m not so sure. I’m suppose to keep an eye on you.”

“And you are, you’ll be with me the entire time,” you confirmed while you started to get the horse ready.

“As you wish,” I obliged. By now, I knew you were destined to have your way. I saddled the black and white steed in one of the stalls and we slowly trotted out of the barn where you and I mounted our respective horses. We were walking along slowly on them, enough to get past a few trees in next to the barn, where we were no longer visible by anyone that may have entered the barn.

“You wanna race?” you offered...well, more like challenged.

“I’m not sure I know how.”

“It’s easy, just do this,” you thumped the horse’s side and he took off like a bullet.

“Y/N! Wait! I have to be next to you at all times!” I shouted as I tried to catch up to you.

“Then you better keep up!” you called over your shoulder, your hair flying behind you wildly as you galloped far ahead of me.

“Y/N!” I called again, slightly agitated with you, but of course, I was actually thrilled.

You were laughing as I chased you, never able to catch up to you and your wickedly fast steed. We ran the horses far, for a long time, before we finally came across a pond and you hopped down to let them get some water.

“What kind of stunt was that?” I demanded. “If you got out of my sight and something happened to you, your father would have my head.”

“Oh calm down, Bucky. It’s all in good fun,” you answered, brushing your pants off. “I would never let my father do that to you.”

“I appreciate the sentiment,” I noted, a little harsh. “But the fact remains, you ran off. Please don’t do it again.”

“Why? Can’t bear the thought of me out of your sight?” you teased as you sat on the grass and laid back. I scanned the perimeter, listening and looking hard, observing the horses, nothing seemed alarming, so I sat down next to you.

I could have told you right there, admitted everything. But I knew I wasn’t ready. And maybe you weren’t ready to know either. There was something about the way the breeze was picking up your hair, blowing your scent in my direction… it was intoxicating.

“Bucky?” you offered again. You smiled and I knew I had been caught dwelling in my own thoughts.

“Yes, I’m sorry.” I felt myself tune back into the conversation, though I never felt like I lost tune with you.

“Where’d you go?” you laid back on the grass and looked up at the clouds. You had a childlike innocence about you in that moment and to be honest, I was afraid of telling you the truth about the things that plagued me.

It was not something I openly shared. My past, the Winter Soldier, was a curse. Sure in ways, Hydra saved my life. But they stole it in just as many ways. In turn, I stole lives. I was told, over and over, that I was making the world safer. But those were all lies they fed to me. They broke me.

I wasn’t sure if you were ready to know everything. But with my growing feelings for you, it was something I had to share. If you ever loved me back, you had to know me, the real me.

“Did your father tell you anything about me? About--about who I am?” The words came stuttering out of my mouth. It wasn’t something I was used to.

“No. should he have?” Your eyes moved to me. There was a curiosity in your eyes: one that made me feel safe enough to tell you about my past.

I explained where--and when-- I was born. I told you about Steve, hoping it would ease the blow of the next words I shared. “The Germans, they tried to recreate the serum that was used on Steve and it worked, well enough to preserve a bit of my life, make me strong and fast and so I can’t ever age, not really.”

You took everything in stride, an understanding yet questioning look on your face. I could tell you wanted to know more, but admitting the things in my past wasn’t easy.

“They took me. I wasn’t me anymore. They used me as a weapon to mold the world into what they wanted it to be. I’ve killed a lot of people.” My eyes never met yours as I spoke, which both scared and excited me. “Your father is aware. He knows my skills and he trusts them, and me, to take care of you.”

You sat, worrying your lip with your teeth as you thought.

“That isn’t me though, any more. I understand if you’re scared of me--”

“Scared of you? Why on Earth would I be scared of you? Are you going to hurt me?” you questioned.

“No,” I breathed immediately. “I could never hurt you.”

“Then why should I be worried? Bucky...What those men did to you was awful, they brainwashed you...but that doesn’t make you a bad person any more than it does a normal soldier going off to fight battle. They kill because they’re told to...so were you.”

“That’s…incredibly insightful,” I responded, never really looking at it that way. “But I’m a highly trained assassin. I get...up close and personal with a lot of the kills I did. That doesn’t bother you?”

“Why should it?” you wondered. “I don’t see you as any different. You’re just like men in black ops or the secret armies. You’re just honest about it.”

You shrugged and I couldn’t believe this. I knew you were resilient, but this was another level. You much reminded me of a hardy flower. Beautiful to look at, and with the right care and attention, you thrived and flourished, but too much attention and it wilted. You could weather storms and the cold, and still look radiant. I adored that about you.

#to protect and serve #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #sebastian stan

[alexandra-amaria]

[les-bi-katamari]

SESSION 12

We pick up right there in the middle of the road. The carriage-driver has taken off - Brianne tells Ghorza her demon book was in it.

Ghorza turns to the soldiers, unarmed, and says, “I hope you can believe that we are not your enemies.” We start talking about the undead in the forest - the soldiers were entirely unaware of them, saying it sounded impossible since ranger captains regularly patrol the forest. We started asking them more about Theris, and tell them the real story, and ask if any of the rangers have gone missing. They suddenly start to remember many, many, many people who have vanished, that they hadn’t been thinking of, how could they not have realized -

Ghorza suddenly remembers the thing Megs had saw, that had stolen their memories of it. When she brings it up, Megs doesn’t really know much, but says that it’s very “out of sight, out of mind.”

While Ghorza tries to comfort them, Apphia and Brianne go to investigate the Purifier’s sword. Apphia managed to pick it up, with no adverse affects aside from getting a faint sense of the violence inherent in it.

Brianne examines the sword more. The Abyssal text is similar to what we’ve seen before; only the gold in the runes is different. Gold is, of course, a metal associated with purity - and Lyrae’s scales and leaves were also gold. It seems to be significantly associated with more powerful monsters. This transformation was also instantaneous, with no prolonged ritual necessary, and produced a much stronger creature. The ritual may have been prepared ahead of time?

Reminder note: one of Galaias’s epithets is ‘the golden-scaled’

Most of the people the soldiers have been talking about are outriders, rangers. Apphia recognizes a couple from her friendship with one of her dad’s guards? Brianne retrieves the fake warrant from the ground; Ghorza talks soldier talk with the remaining elves and invites them back to Vassarein, where their patron might help protect them.

Apphia asks Ghorza to carry the body of the fallen soldier over to her. Since the fire, everything smells like blood and fire and Ghorza… likes it. When she approaches the corpse, broken and bloody, torn by the Knight’s jaws… GOD it smells good. She’s hungry again. She carefully avoids drooling, sets the body down, and backs the hell off. Apphia lets the soldiers say their goodbyes and give last rites before the pyre.

We start discussing plans for getting to Vassarein. The soldiers have two horses; Cadence is a third. That accounts for six riders: we have the three elves, Ghorza, Apphia, Brianne, Megs, and Nemeth. Nemeth (and then Megs) offer to stay and wait for the next carriage.

“Megs says, ‘We’re basically best friends now!’ Nemeth stares at you like she’s on the Office.”

We also decide to leave the sword with Nemeth, since it doesn’t seem magicky any more. She’ll bring it and we’ll have it melted down.

[I, OOC, insist that Ghorza should ride with one of the elves, since that will leave Apphia and Brianne together on Cadence. Plus she’s like bonded with the soldiers and stuff.]

There’s a LONG discussion between Gwen and Megan about which of Brianne and Apphia should be in front, whether animal handling proficiency would be necessary to ‘steer’ Cadence (Lin: “CADENCE IS NOT ACTUALLY A HORSE!”), and land vehicle proficiency (Lin: “yes, she would count as a land vehicle”) before we finally set out.

We get back to Vassarein and track down the carriage pretty easily - it’s more Fantasy Amtrak, it’s a public service, core infrastructure of the Marches thing - and tip him very heavily as we retrieve our stuff. I give the elves some money for a meal, send ‘em to the Orcish Forge and tell them to tell her moms that Ghorza sent them. It’ll be an hour until the next carriage arrives.

While waiting for the tieflings, we read up on demons:

“Bloody-Handed Galaias was once summoned at the behest of a sadistic elven warlord who desired the subjugation of another elven city that had resisted his assaults up until then. Having long nursed his hatred and arcane power from the depths of the Abyss, she answered his call and led an army of elves and demons to reduce his enemies to ruin. Then the Purifying Light tortured the elf to death, trapped his soul, and forced him to watch her devour his family before devouring him as well. Drunk on the blood and terror of her summoner’s former subjects, she was later banished by an alliance of powerful heroes, and the tyrant’s nascent empire collapsed in her wake.”

…Ghorza’s resolve to not give in to Galaias is strengthened because WHAT THE FUCK.

We wonder if this might be the history of Isvanir and Tarjanir, the ruined elven city where the Oneiric Lens was found? It is NOT, according to Apphia; this is something else. That said, it IS kinda similar. “Two is a coincidence, more is a pattern.” Galaias ‘the Feybane’ seems to be targeting elves again, and places linked to the Fey like Azure Glade.

The fall of Tarjanir: it was besieged by the dwarves, and the desperate elves did… something. The dwarves vanished from their mountain halls shortly after - at least, they haven’t been heard from since, and they are presumed dead. The site of Tarjanir is abandoned now, said to be haunted by the ghosts of elves and dwarves, and people Do Not Go There. Tons of refugees from Tarjanir settled in Vassarein, living mostly in slums.

[Various ooc quotes: “Yeah, I’ve plotted Apphia’s family all the way back to the dragon and the dragon-fucker.” “Dragons are too powerful for gender” “True vers / Neutral bangin” “With Ceremony, I could only marry humanoids within 10 feet of me, so we’d be limited to a 25-person marriage.” “Unless… we create new geometries in defiance of the DnD rules…” “Okay so how many wives could we stack into a 10-foot cube?” “Well, a dome is a more stable structure.” “Okay, so for the stability of the WifeDome…” “You know, in the Astral Plane there’s no gravity, so we could make it a complete sphere, maximize the number of wives in the spell’s volume.”]

OKAY BACK TO THE BOOK “Galaias was a giant in life - a Fomorian. She is a patron to them, but is a minor power, despite her immense strength, because the Fomorians were cursed by the Archfey to lose their beauty, their magic, and their minds. There are few Fomorians remaining who have the mental capacity remaining to understand Galaias, let alone worship her. Thus she reaches out to the lesser races.”

The next carriage arrives after an hour with the Tieflings - Megs is riding on top, sprawled and clinging to a luggage rack. We hear laughter from inside - a older gentlewoman in fine clothes, middle merchant class, is blushing and saying “Oh, you’re TERRIBLE!” Nemeth says, “Oh, you have no idea yet how terrible I can be. I’ll see you again.” She flirts a lot more as the woman leaves. Ghorza gives Nemeth a high-five.

It becomes apparent that no one else remembered that The Orcish Forge is a bakery, so we just stash the sword there for now, and do not melt it down in the bread ovens.

Megs suggests that she could probably sneak in, like, you know, she could. Apphia says her plan is to Alter Self into a specific maid, get to Ivandra, and get her to bring Silenne with her. Megs says “okay, well, I was just saying I could. I don’t have to or anything. I’ll just go try to swipe some food-” “Did you literally just tell me you’re planning to go steal from my parents.” “NO, I’m not going to steal from them! Just like see if they would give-” “You said swipe!” “I just meant, like, they might give me some, cause we’re friends now!” It was beautiful. Lin plays Megs REALLY well.

We head off - the rest of us are going to go into the castle too, but try to hide in the conservatory to ambush not-Silenne. Apphia will get a head start.

[She heads up first - the servants’ entrance is unlocked. She enters, holding a cloth bundle that is actually her cloak. She heads up to Ivandra’s room - it appears to be just the two of them. Ivandra looks exhausted, her chambers disorganized. Apphia’s plan goes off without a hitch and she heads on down to meet us.]

The rest of us just kinda headed on up to the servant’s entrance and didn’t know what to do. We don’t know the way to the conservatory. We decide to just walk in and act like we’re supposed to be there. Ghorza absolutely talks chummily to the chefs and offers to help them out, and there’s no problem. I chat with them a bit. Apphia comes to fetch us and we go to hide in the Solarium, waiting for Ivandra to bring not-Silenne. It’s empty and beautiful. We all take up positions.

Megs tries to hide behind a flower arrangement and Ghorza herds her back to the wall. M: “I totally had it under control, and it was fine, and you just had to cramp my style-” G:“Yeah, I hate fun.” M: “You kinda do?” G: “Sorry. I’ll make it up to you, okay?” A: “Please keep quiet!”

As not-Silenne walks in and the doors shut, Apphia immediately charms her. We start investigating and discover Silenne is alive, locked in a cupboard in her room. We convince her Ivandra is on the cult’s side now to keep her talking, making allusions to killing off Aren.

Spy: “Well, he is busy - facing the Hordes of Ardazhan alone - if I was facing them down alone I’d be worried”

Uhhhh. We press for more, what the fuck?

Spy: “Whole lot of nasty characters went dormant after a failed conquest of this region. And now… they’re waking up. Dwarves, from the north. They’ve fallen to demons. You know. Aron’s gone up with soldiers to try and stem the tide. He’s hoping Isvanir will send help, but I think we both know it won’t be coming! Soon Cyric will have what he wants.”

G: “…and what does our God want, again?”

Spy: “Heh, you should ask this one [Ivandra]. It wasn’t too long ago you were playing for the other team.”

I: “No more! No more talk! We need to stop her, now!”

And it’s a fight, as a teal-green light builds up in Ivandra’s hands and she hurls a spell at the spy. “Silenne” flickers, and the illusion drops, revealing a gaunt woman with messy brown hair and a twisted scar across her cheek and jaw, dressed in studded leather armor. We drop her EXTREMELY fast, nonlethally. Ivandra says, “What are you doing?! Finish her!” but we talk her down. Ivandra rushes off to find the real Silenne, and we loot and tie up the spy.

She had some standard armor and shortsword, as well as thieves’ tools and a poisoner’s kit. We decide to keep the tools as a spare (Ghorza will carry them). Then there’s this exchange.

Ghorza: “Is Megs gonna take the poisoner’s kit?” Megs: “Uh, NO? Why would you think I would want that?” G: “Um, sorry, I just - you pick locks and stuff-” M: “That doesn’t mean I KILL PEOPLE! … I mean, I do, but like, it’s not one of my favorite pastimes or anything! I don’t go looking for new fancy ways of killing people! Arrow does just fine.” G: “Yeah. Sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed.” M: “Tell you what. Bake me something good, and we’ll call it even.” G: “Deal”. Megs raises her hand. Imp: “Ok, Ghorza goes in for a- wait was Megs going for a fist bump or a handshake? (Handshake.) Okay, Ghorza goes in for a fist bump, but then switches to-” “Megs also switches.” They sorta give up. (beat) Brianne: “So if noone else wants it, I’ll take the poisoner’s kit!”

We tie up the unconscious spy and mull over the new revelations.

End session.

#recap #day 5

[markleesthighs]

Black Mamba

Pairings: Reader x Mark Lee, Reader x Hendery, Reader x Jaehyun, feat. ot21

Genre: NCT mafia!au, angst, fluff, light smut (suggestive), comical

Warnings: Swearing, A LOT of flashbacks, passive aggressiveness

Chapter 3 - Moving On (preview)

Seoul, Korea, a week after Valentine’s Day 2023

One week. One week since your heart broken, one week since you’ve lost your love and heart to a man full of shit. You had never stepped foot into Mark’s bedroom since and have taken off your necklace you had kept on for three years was now in a box in your bedside dresser locked away forever. You both never talked with each other since that night and kept it strictly professional. 

You focused on your work and have helped succeed almost 80% of the missions since last week. You also found yourself accepting more assassination missions wanting to get out of the mansion. You also got closer to Hendery and it would not have been a shock to see that Mark took notice to that. He always gazed at you looking at you laughing over something Hendery said or when you let him come into the lab with you to look at what you were working on. He became a really close friend to you since that night.

You came back from an assassination, riding on your motorbike with your helmet on. You rode into the garage and took off your helmet and walked into the mansion and you heard the voice of the guys from the main entrance looking through the windows.

“Who is that?”

“She’s pretty.”

“I wonder when he broke the news to her.”

“Bet Mark bought her that necklace.”

“Ha, I bet he bought her everything she is wearing.”

You immediately knew who they were talking about, a/n (any name). Mark finally decided to bring her to the mansion and show her what he really does for work. You are going to assume its some spoiled brat who only wants Mark for money and his dick. You put your helmet down along with the others in your closet and started to walk down to greet whoever this a/n is. All the guys and Mark immediately stopped talking when they saw you, hearing the clicking of your boots approaching them. They all moved out of your way and you made eye contact with Mark and a/n. Mark looked at you in panic and awkwardness awaiting your reaction. I guess Mark thought you wouldn’t be at the mansion by now and try to sneak her in the mansion without you noticing. You reached out a hand to a/n.

“Hello, I am y/n, nice to meet you.”

“Hi! OMG, I LOVE your outfit.”

“Thank you, I’ve heard so much about you.”

You noticed her necklace, it was the same exact one Mark gave you, same letter engraving, the same pendant that you wore for three years.

“How do you know Mark?”

“Oh, Mark?”

You put an arm around his shoulder and gave him a noogie

“I’ve known this idiot for four years, we are practically family, right Mark?”

“y-yeah, family.”

She looked somewhat intimidated by you. You had a perfect, healthy body (all bodies are beautiful :)), friendly with all of the guys, and appeared to be a goddess to her.

“Oh, don’t worry about me, if I were to date any one of these dumbasses it would be Hendery or Jaehyun.”

Both of their faces immediately lit up and they started to laugh and hit each other

“Hey! That doesn’t mean I would date you, I would only do so if I was forced to by Mark.”

They both calmed down and a/n seemed to calm down from her worries.

“Y/n why don’t you take a/n for a tour?” Mark said.

You fake smiled and said

“Sure I would LOVE to.”

The guys and Mark soon dispersed back to their work while you led her around the entire mansion explaining where everything is.

“So this the main entrance, obviously with high tech security, and has loaded guns and missiles built into its walls to ensure safety.”

“From what?”

“People trying to kill us.”

“This is the kitchen, living and dining room, we don’t spend much time in the living or dining room since we are all busy 24/7. We also have a personal professional chef and maid service for you if you feel like it.”

“So if I want anything I can get it?”

“Yes…”

“The floor below is mainly the garage, which you can’t have access to since you are not allowed to leave without Mark, another member, or a bodyguard.”

“That’s not fair”

“Whatever,” you thought

“If you go upstairs, this is the floor where the most work happens and YOU MUST knock on the door before going in, understood?”

She nodded as you continued 

“If you look out here you can see our bathhouses inspired by Japanese onsens, and you will go into the women’s side, not the men’s side. You can also see our outdoor and indoor shooting ranges where we train our trainees to shoot. Here on this floor, you will find all of our conference rooms and offices, if you look at the end of the hallway on the right that’s Mark’s office, you can feel free to pop in if you’d like. If you need any help ask Taeyong, whose office is the last door on the right. If you look left, you will see the weaponry and technology labs, my lab is all the way at the end, however, you are NOT allowed inside.”

“Why not?”

“First, you physically can’t come in and I don’t want anyone or you knocking on the door thinking you can, it has a facial and fingerprint scanner impossible to hack. Only Mark and I can access or allow anyone in. Second, Mark wants you to be safe, so he wants you to stay away from this lab so you can’t get hurt when we are testing weapons.”

“Aww he’s so sweet”

You roll your eyes so hard that you might hurt your skull of how annoying she is.

  “This is the third floor, where all of the bedroom quarters are, this is where we all sleep and you will be sleeping in Mark’s room”

You walked her to Mark’s room and hesitated to open the door getting flashbacks of that night. 

“Um, are you going to open the door?”

“Yeah I was, I was just making sure no one was in there”

You swung the door open and let her walk around looking at his room. It smelled just as you remembered, musk, cigarettes, and whiskey. You saw as nothing changed except the picture of you two were replaced by her and presents given by you were nowhere to be found. The one thing you still saw was the wall. The wall he threw you into was slightly dented and would only be noticed if you knew what happened there. 

“Alright let's go” (before you start crying at least)

“Okay!!”

She was WAY too peppy and energetic for your type, you have NO IDEA how Mark found her attractive, heck even started dating this chick. You led her through the rest of the house and eventually ended the tour.

“This concludes the tour any questions?”

“Uhhhh, yeah! What do I get to do!”

“HA, nothing.”

“W-what?”

“Listen, you are here to keep Mark happy, pick up a hobby or something. At least make yourself useful here.”

You left her in the elevator walking to your lab exhausted from talking to her and continued working for the rest of the day. You needed a bath and steam, so you headed to the bathhouses to relax for your tiring day. It was still snowing out and the contrast of the cold breeze and the hot water and steam made you feel extremely relaxed. 

You kept thinking in your thoughts about a/n, and how she magically seduced Mark. You also thought if Mark was really over you, or needed to distract himself. But nonetheless, you hoped Mark was happy since you still cared about him and would still support whatever he does with his life.

That was until you heard a crashing in your bathhouse. You immediately got out and put on your robe with a dagger, a throwing knife, and a gun equipped in your pockets. You held your gun and saw the shadow in the changing room who knocked over all of the buckets and towels. You prepared to protect yourself as you put them into a choke hold with your gun to their head.

“If you move or speak you will die got it?”

“y-y/n it’s just me”

“What are you doing in here?”

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