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[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞

An unplanned emergency while out with Bucky for the day left you between a posturing alpha who bared his teeth — a flash of a warning to any bypasser that dared venture too close — and the experience of your first heat with the mafia boss. 

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ♕ Alpha!Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Omega!F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ♕ 2.0k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ♕ Fluff, omegaverse, unspecified age gap ჻჻჻ SMUT: Car sex, public sex, gunplay, clitplay, thigh riding ჻჻჻ KINKS: Praise, degradation, daddy, alpha

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 ♕ Well, let it be known that when I try something new, I never half-ass it. My first ever omegaverse fic, and my first gunplay. ♕ I have to yell and preach to the rooftops just how helpful @smutconnoisseur and Amber were on helping me with the lore and dynamics of this, thank you both so much. ♕ Welcome to Alpha and Bunny.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔 ♕ Quick Musical Doodles (Slowed) by JK Beats ♕ 7 rings by Ariana Grande

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒂 ♕ @sgt-seabass

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 ♕ @allcapsbingo 𝗚𝟯 — Older Alpha / Younger Omega — Masterlist ♕ @mcukinkbingo 𝗢𝟱 — Age Difference — Masterlist

𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

It was a rare occurrence – a day out with your alpha, especially due to his extensively booked itinerary. Nonetheless, you were giddy with excitement as you walked next to him, holding his hand and swinging it in uncontainable glee; black ink contrasted like a shadow over the blank canvas of your own hand, untouched. 

Just how he liked it. 

“Where are you taking me today, honey?” Bucky asked, and the genuine interest in his tone made your heart soar. 

You hummed and skipped a little, and he looked at you, a fond smile teasing the corner of his lips. “I think–I think we’ll go…” Listing off the many shops you had planned on visiting, each one made Bucky’s smile grow wider. 

“You sure know what you want, Bunny, huh?” His tone was teasing, and you nodded. “Good girl.”

The stores passed in a blur – each more expensive than the last, but Bucky encouraged you, swiping his card only after he made sure you had got all of what you wanted. It had taken a long while to get used to the lifestyle, spending so frivolously after working back to back shifts just to make ends meet was a huge adjustment. 

You never thought you would have fallen for an older alpha, but Bucky had been a surprise, as you were to him. 

Bucky only took it in his stride. You were envious of his ability to adapt, but he never led you astray, not since you had found one another. His sense of control and dominance evident in his hardened stare and aged wisdom. 

As you ventured from store to store, holding Bucky’s hand and allowing your wrists to brush against each other, you noticed that passersby kept sending you furtive glances or cleared from your path, and it made you anxious. You thought back to that morning as you got ready – Bucky was at his dresser, putting on his watch and rings, when you felt feverish, a small surge of heat that prickled over your skin. 

Something didn’t feel right – not now, as you walked next to Bucky, and stepped closer to him.

“Bunny?” Bucky asked quietly, his hand releasing yours so he could place it on the small of your back. “Honey, what’s wrong?”

You blinked. “I- Um, nothing. Nothing’s wrong.” Liar, your instincts screamed. Bucky only looked at you through his sunglasses, face void of expression. “Nothing is wrong, I promise.”

“Okay,” Bucky said slowly, and he guided you into the next store, his hand still on your back and presence looming. He was standing much closer as you browsed the shelves, and you glanced over your shoulder to ask him something when his nostrils flared. 

“What do you think of this–?” You held up the necklace that had caught your attention – the diamonds glittering in the bright lights overhead. Sweat started to bead over the back of your neck and you made a point to ask Bucky to stop for ice cream, or something cool after you left this boutique. 

Bucky smiled tensely, his nostrils still flared. “It’s beautiful, baby–just what my ‘mega needs, yeah?” 

The words, innocent and innocuous in their delivery, made you freeze. You blinked owlishly, unable to move as another surge of that feverish heat flooded you. 

He reached over and gently plucked it from your hands. There wasn’t a concerned glint in his eyes, rather, they had dilated and left a slim ring of blue where there would have been an ocean. “Let’s move on, Bunny, c’mon.”

“But–”

“Enough,” Bucky growled, the sound low in his throat. You whimpered and Bucky grabbed your hand, kissing your palm. “You feeling okay, baby?”

It was like he knew, but he was choosing to coax it out of you rather than demand it. The dynamic of an alpha and omega was certainly new to you – you had no idea whether he could sense the feverish prickle over your skin, or the way the boutique had suddenly turned into a sauna. 

“I- I don’t know,” you whispered. Bucky’s nostrils flared again. “Why do you keep scent-”

“We need to go.” The command was sudden and fierce, the growl of it low in your gut and you found yourself stepping closer to his body. His arms wrapped around you, and you realised he seemed to grow bigger, more brooding and volatile in his scent. 

The scent was strongest at his neck and you nuzzled closer, when it hit you. A blinding fever, scorching in its intensity, settled over you like a blanket and you whined. 

“Move.” Bucky pulled you along, leaving the necklace long abandoned as he stalked to the door. A clerk came rushing over and Bucky growled low in his throat, the sound made you tilt your head back to expose your throat, but he grasped the back of your neck and forced your head back down. “Easy, Bunny,” he murmured as the clerk neared. 

“Sir, is everything-” 

“Yes, thank you,” Bucky snapped, his hands still all over you as he forced you out of the store and into the street. Much quieter, he whispered to you softly, “Alpha’s here, Bunny, it’s alright.”

The people scattered away from the two of you and stared as you panted and whined quietly, still clinging to Bucky’s chest while he walked you to a car that’s tires squealed as it pulled up to the curb. “Get in,” Bucky ordered just as the back door swung open automatically. When had he called for it–?

You clumsily slipped onto the back seat, blissfully ignorant of the way Bucky growled and snapped at the remaining spectators while he threw your bags into the trunk, before he followed behind you. The door slammed with the force he exerted. “Back home. Now,” he barked, and the car peeled away – you couldn’t even see who the driver was. 

“Alpha,” you rasped, your hips twitched as you tried to sit still and stop squirming. “What–? I need-”

“Daddy knows, Bunny–breathe for me,” Bucky soothed, and you took a deep breath. “That’s it, good girl; doin’ so good for alpha. There’s a good girl.” You whined breathlessly and watched as Bucky shifted slightly, his back flush with the seat. “C’mere, pup. Come sit in daddy’s lap.”

You scrambled from beside Bucky to sit in his lap, your thighs on the outside of his – pressed slacks and tidiness forgotten as you mindlessly rubbed your clothed heat over them. Instinct was screaming at you to go faster, to beg for something, but you didn’t understand. “What’s happening?” you managed to gasp around a hiccuped sob.

“Oh, baby girl,” Bucky cooed. His right hand went to your hip to coax your rhythm, and his left rested over the back of your neck, almost cupping it. “You’re goin’ into heat, sweetheart. You’ve not had one with me yet, remember? Think for me, go on.”

Sifting through memories whilst amongst the desperation for something you didn’t understand wasn’t something you could do, and you whimpered, pawing and grabbing at his shoulders before forcing your head close to his neck; gulping at the air like a starved woman for his scent of woodsmoke, whiskey, and leather. 

Bucky’s hand tightened on the back of your neck and you exhaled, the pressure seeming to alleviate all control you had over your limbs. “Answer me, Bunny–think for me. Think for daddy, I know it’s hard.”

“Dun’ know, alpha,” you whispered, fisting his shirt in your hands. “It hurts, please-”

“What hurts, honey?” Bucky asked, the hand on your hip squeezing. “Tell alpha, baby.”

You gulped and rubbed your clothed cunt over his slacks faster and harder, desperate for friction. To your shock, his thighs felt wet and you pulled back to glance down, only to find the seat and thighs of his slacks soaked with- “That’s all you, Bunny. You that wet for daddy, huh? That pussy aching to be filled?”

“Oh, fuck,” you breathed, and you moved your hips faster. “Alpha, please, I don’t know-”

“That’s alright, pup.” Bucky pulled you closer by the back of your neck, his lips dancing over the skin of your neck before he breathed heavily into your ear. “Get off on daddy’s thighs like a whore, then you can think–so fuckin’ desperate and it’s gorgeous, pet.”

Fire burned through your veins and you sobbed, chasing a high you’d never felt before. It was true, this was your first heat with an alpha, and while you had experienced a heat on your own, it was incomparable to the pleasure and pain of what was happening now. 

“So fuckin’ pretty, ‘mega, using me. Go faster, you can take it, honey,” Bucky purred, both hands on your hips now. His grip was tight and unrelenting in its pace as he helped you grind over his lap. “I want you to make a mess, pup.”

Your hands slipped from his shoulders to his chest, and your fingers brushed over the straps of his concealed shoulder holsters – a thrum of danger joined the throbbing in your cunt at the implication of those handguns used otherwise. “Daddy…” 

“You want me to fuck you with my gun, Bunny? That it?” Bucky prompted, a wolfish smirk showing his canines. “Force it into your pretty pussy like it’s my cock–make you take it?”

“Please!” Your hips moved faster as your climax began to crest, the pleasure blinding. 

“Oh, I will, pet. Daddy will make you take more than you can handle, that pretty pussy will be begging for more,” he promised, and you whimpered. “Now, alpha needs you to cum. Do you think you can do that, pup? Make daddy proud?”

Words failed you and you nodded fervently, desperate for the release. Suddenly, Bucky’s right hand left your hip and pulled out one of his twin handguns. “I think you can make alpha proud, Bunny.” 

The muzzle of the gun travelled from your collarbone down your chest, between your breasts. “This turns you on, doesn't it? Daddy usin’ his guns on you.” He clicked his tongue when you moaned. “You like the danger, pretty whore." He forced it through the waistband of your panties and the cold metal of the sights brushed against your slick lips. 

“Daddy, daddy, please–wanna cum,” you moaned, the last syllable ending with a whine. 

“I will make you cum, Bunny, don’t you worry ‘bout that. And you know what’ll happen when we get home?” The words startled you; you forgot you were in a moving vehicle, Bucky’s gun between your legs. “You’re gonna present for your alpha, and I’m gonna fuck and knot you. Would you like that?”

“Yesyesyes,” you chanted, shuddering. “‘M close!”

“So pretty, so sweet,” he mused, his hand squeezing the back of your neck with a hum. The grip sent you lax and you slumped a little in his hold. “This is only a taste for what I’m gonna do to you, shlyukha.” The gun pressed hard into your clit, and you shivered. “Cum for me, Bunny. Soak daddy.” 

Your back arched and you howled to the roof of the car, shaking violently through the waves of release that pulled you under. Through the dull roar of blood in your ears, you could hear Bucky’s soothing praises. 

“There’s a good lil’ ‘mega for me, good fuckin’ girl,” he whispered, tucking your face into his neck where his scent was even stronger than before. “So good for me, takin’ it so well, baby.”

Whining pitifully, you squirmed closer, your chest flush with his as you heaved for breath. “Alpha, alpha,” you murmured.

“I know, pup. I know, you did so good f’me,” he praised, his hand tight on your neck again. “When we get home, alpha’ll take care a’you, alright? Love on you–got everythin’ ready for this moment, sweetheart.”

You nodded weakly and squirmed in his lap again, wanting to become one with your alpha. “Wan’ more,” you tried, but Bucky hushed you. 

“You’ll get more, pup,” he promised as the car took a sharp turn. “We’re almost there, then daddy’ll give you his knot, yeah? You want that?”

“Mhm,” you hummed. “Wan’ that, alpha.” The heat haze settled heavily over you – it was like you had too much to drink and all of your thoughts were muddled and slow, centred on one thing, and one thing only: getting your alpha’s knot. “Alpha- Daddy, did I do good?” you slurred, burrowing closer.

“You were such a good girl for me, such a good pet,” Bucky whispered, and he kissed your sweaty temple. 

The affection made you purr quietly, and Bucky growled lowly in response, the deep rumble a soothing balm to the ache that had started between your thighs again. Not long now, you managed to think as you scented the air, the heavy scent of slick and sweat made your mouth water. 

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

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[ourdawnishotterthanourday]

Forest Adventures: Exploring New Boundaries [M] — Kim Mingyu (TEASER)

✧ Because who said camping couldn’t be fun? ✧

— domestic au, camping au, SMUT [18+] (outdoor/public), fluff, established relationship; word count: 7k+ (subject to change)

Chubby female!reader x Husband!Kim Mingyu A camping trip is the last thing on your mind when your husband suggests taking you away for the weekend. But when you suddenly find yourself standing in the middle of the forest, it becomes clear that this is Mingyu’s way of cashing in the bet you made. Just one problem – you absolutely hate camping. So, now it is up to Mingyu to show you just how much fun camping with him can be.

✦ Teaser warnings: reader hates hates hates camping (honestly, same), mingyu being a little shit but also a cutie at the same time, mentions of bugs, mentions of anal — pls let me know if I missed any :) ✧ Teaser word count: 1.4k+ ♕ Shout out: thank you @forsythe-lll for proofreading babe!! ✎ Notes: 1. this is a continuation of my my other fic, a (w)hole new experience, but you can read it as a stand-alone too :) 2. teaser below the cut ^^ it's a bit long, but i'm sure no one will mind ;) i'm afraid it's going to be another monster fic arrrgh

“Kim Mingyu, this better be a damn joke or I swear you will be sleeping on the couch for a week.”

“What happened to being excited to go on a trip with me?!” your husband exclaimed with wide eyes, clearly surprised by your sudden threat.

“Exactly! A trip. One where we rent a hotel room or an apartment with a comfy bed and a proper bathroom. Not one where we sleep on the goddamn forest floor!” you nearly cried as your eyes scanned the trees and bushes surrounding the two of you. The light rustling of leaves here and there sent shivers up your spine as you imagined what kind of terrifying creatures could be hiding in there. You’d never been a fan of bugs, so being here, in the middle of the forest where they were no doubt crawling all over the place, definitely didn’t do your sanity any good.

Mingyu was very much aware of your little phobia. At least, until this moment that’s what you thought. Either he had mysteriously forgotten about it, or this was his way of pulling a prank just to get a reaction out of you. You doubted it was the first option, so you settled on the second one. Because you didn’t want to believe that your sweet husband, the one who always wanted nothing but the best for you, was really this cruel to put you through a full weekend of camping when he was well aware that this was the last thing you wanted to do.

But, upon hearing the words that left his mouth in the next moment, that little bit of hope you had started to crumble right in front of your eyes.

“You lost the bet, baby. And if I recall correctly, we decided that the loser will have to agree with whatever the winner wants,” your husband pointed out as he wrapped a comforting arm around your shoulder. Your body automatically stilled in response, everything suddenly falling into place. So that’s what this was all about. That stupid ramyeon contest you had suggested.

Looking back on it now, you just wanted to laugh at yourself for even thinking that you could have stood a chance against the Kim Mingyu. He was the better cook out of the two of you after all – something you should have known being his wife and all – so why did you have to open your big mouth and shoot yourself in the foot with that bet?

You definitely blamed it on the liquid courage of that night. There was just no way you would have suggested such a thing if you had been sober. Sober you knew damn well that no one had ever managed to beat your husband in a cook-off. Those who had tried had failed miserably, so what the hell had possessed you that night? The whole thing had literally been doomed from the start.

It had been nothing but a moment of weakness and right now, especially right now, you regretted it more than ever.

If you were honest, you had fully expected him to use his win as an opportunity to get you to do a striptease for him – a thing he had been begging for for a few weeks now. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to – because you were more than happy to do it – but you had wanted to save it for a special occasion. Though at this moment, you weren’t even sure whether he was ever going to receive that striptease. Because this? This certainly wasn’t it.

To say that you had been blindsided by his idea of a ‘fun trip’ was still putting it mildly. And the worst part was that you didn’t even have a say in the matter – a deal was a deal and that was that. Besides, you were pretty sure that your husband would never let you live it down if you tried to get out of it. You hadn’t forgotten about that time he made you eat a plate of escargots, all because you had refused to do a week of morning runs with him in the aftermath of another bet you’d lost – you really needed to stop making bets with your husband.

That memory alone was enough to make you think twice about stealing the keys and making a run for the car. Still, that didn’t mean that you couldn’t at least try to convince your husband that it wasn’t too late to change your plans. Yes, that’s how desperate you were.

“I’m aware of the rules we established, but… but you know I hate camping, especially the bugs that come with it. Why would you do this to me? Just why, Mingyu?” you whined, a little pout on your lips as you looked at the man beside you. 

“Trust me, baby. I’m gonna make it worth your while,” he assured you before gently tapping at your pouty bottom lip. He thought you looked absolutely adorable trying to get out of it. And although he hated to see you upset, he couldn’t help but enjoy it a little bit… maybe a little too much.

“You can make it worth my while by taking me to a nice hotel. Doesn’t that sound much better than this, hmm?”

Mingyu chuckled as he leaned in to kiss your cheek, “You’re not getting out of this,” he whispered, which was followed by a soft whine of defeat from your side. “You gotta try to explore new things. And what better way to do that with me, your husband?”

“I’m pretty open to anything but this. Do you seriously want me to sleep in a tent with you while we’re in the middle of nowhere? There are bugs everywhere! And what about snakes? Have you even thought of that?”

Mingyu playfully rolled his eyes at your dramatic display. “You haven’t even tried, baby,” he stated before his lips morphed into a devious smirk. “Besides, just a few weeks ago you thought you weren’t into anal either, but look at you now. You can’t get enough of my cock in your ass,” he winked as he lowered his arms to grab two handfuls of your plump ass.

“Shut up, Gyu,” you whined, trying to wiggle out of his grip. Despite the slim chance of you encountering another human being in the middle of the forest, you still felt at least a little embarrassed about your husband’s sudden show of affection. “That’s totally different and you know it.”

“Is it though? It’s just something unfamiliar right now. But who knows? You might like it more than you think.”

“I hate you,” you groaned, leaning your forehead against his chest as you thought it over. Technically he was right. You had never even given it a shot, so why was it so hard to just suck it up for a few days?

Mingyu laughed and gently put one of his hands underneath your chin to get you to look at him. “No you don’t. You love me.”

“After today, I’m not so sure anymore,” you mumbled, your lips shaping into yet another dramatic pout.

“At least promise me you’ll try. Please, baby. You owe me that much at least.”

You sighed deeply, still not entirely having convinced yourself. “I don’t know, Gyu.”

“I could always make you another plate of snails,” he teased, pinching your squishy cheeks in between his fingers.

Your eyes widened at the threat, your body tensing up at the same time as you immediately recalled the awful taste of the dish he’d prepared. “Oh hell no!” There was no way you were going to relive that shit again.

“Just kidding,” your husband grinned before he softly pecked your lips. “I was actually going to suggest taking you on a proper trip next month.”

That immediately got your attention, the threat he’d just made already long forgotten at the prospect of a more ‘luxurious’ trip in the near future. “You would?” Mingyu hummed in response, his dark brown orbs sparkling as he looked at you with adoration. “Ugh, I guess I can’t say no to that. It’s not like you’re going to let me leave anyway,” you finally sighed, accepting defeat. The only way you were going to get through this was to accept your fate and try to enjoy it.

“You know me so well, baby,” your husband smirked triumphantly.

“But if I die out here, I swear to god I will haunt you for the rest of your life,” you warned, jabbing your index finger into his toned chest.

He was quick to catch your finger and lifted it to place a gentle kiss on it. “As if I would ever let anything happen to my queen.”

“You better keep that promise, Kim Mingyu.”

“Trust me, baby. You won’t regret this.”

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Good Things Come In Threes

Happy day one of @nestaarcheronweek, everyone!

Summary: Nesta, Elain, and Feyre get matching tattoos.

Word Count: 2,040

Read on AO3 here!

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Nesta

When Feyre had suggested that the three Archerons get matching tattoos a few months ago, Nesta had initially been a little hesitant. She’d never gotten into tattoos the way Feyre had, and even though times were changing, she’d always been a little wary about getting something that would be noticed at work. 

Surprising no one, Elain had been the one to convince Nesta to do it. It wouldn’t look right if only me and Feyre got one, she’d said. We’ll pick something little so you can cover it up at work if you want.

Nesta had caved under the combined weight of Elain and Feyre’s puppy dog eyes, and from there, their group chat had been about nothing but tattoos. Which parlors to go to, which artists had the best linework, and of course, what design they were actually going to get. 

Feyre had been the one to find a design they all liked. It was a simple, cute tattoo – the moon, the sun, and a star, with a different symbol filled in on each sister’s wrist. It was quickly decided that the moon would be for Nesta, the sun for Elain, and the star for Feyre. After that, they’d just had to make the appointment, which had of course fallen to Nesta as the oldest sister. 

Her sisters had sent plenty of suggestions, but she was the one making the actual phone calls. They’d gathered in Nesta’s apartment that day for their usual Sunday meal, the three of them lounging in the living room scrolling through Google and Yelp reviews and the tattoo parlor’s website before Nesta decided to just call the place and get it over with.

“You Gen Z kids and being on the phone,” Nesta had said, rolling her eyes as she dialed the tattoo parlor they’d decided to make an appointment with. Feyre had really liked one of their artist’s work, and although it was going to be a small tattoo, Nesta wanted the best they could find. It was permanent, so they needed to trust who they were working with.  

“You’re literally born in 1995,” Feyre had muttered under her breath. “You’re just as Gen Z as I am, thank you very much.”

“Big talk from the 2000s baby,” Elain had teased back, sticking her tongue out at Feyre. She’d laughed as Feyre grabbed the nearest pillow and tossed it half-heartedly at her head. “What? It’s true!”

Nesta had quickly confirmed their tattoo appointment and pricing before sending a mock-glare Feyre’s way. “First of all, I’m a millennial, thank you very much. Second of all, stop throwing my pillows everywhere!”

That had resulted in a pillow fight that lasted for nearly ten minutes until Nesta and Elain had teamed up on Feyre to take her down, Elain holding Feyre down while Nesta relentlessly went for Feyre’s soft spots.

Now, they were finally in said tattoo parlor, waiting for their names to be called. Once Feyre and Elain finished filling out their paperwork, Nesta primly gathered all their clipboards and returned them to the guy working the front desk. He just told her their artist should be out shortly, so she said thanks and made her way back to where her sisters were sitting.

“You excited?” Feyre asked once Nesta sat back down next to her. “Scared? Nervous?”

“A little nervous,” Nesta admitted truthfully. She held up her hand and pinched her thumb and index fingers together, leaving as little space as possible between them to show how much. “But only a little.”

“It should be quick, if it makes you feel any better,” Elain offered. 

Of course Elain was going to try and make her feel better. Nesta gave her a small smile before replying, “I know. I’ve just never gotten one before.”

Nesta had done plenty of research about the tattoo process before she’d agreed to get one, falling down many a Reddit hole as she learned everything she could. They’d decided to get their tattoos on their left wrists, which hopefully wouldn’t be too painful, but everything she’d seen online about how bad it would hurt had been wildly unhelpful. Nesta had tried to console herself by reminding herself that at least the aftercare process didn’t seem too bad, but she hated going into things without knowing exactly how they would play out.

“You can hold my hand if it makes you feel any better,” Feyre told her, smiling as she reached out to squeeze Nesta’s hand. “I’m an excellent hand holder.”

“Okay,” Nesta agreed, squeezing her sister’s hand back. They’d decided Nesta should be the one to go first, partly because she was the oldest and they wanted to do everything in birth order, but also because she was the most likely to chicken out of doing it. “I might take you up on that.”

They didn’t have much time to make conversation after that, since their tattoo artist came to get them shortly afterward. Tarquin was so genuinely warm and friendly that Nesta was immediately comfortable with him, and she was glad they’d picked him once they’d gotten through all the placement and stenciling. He didn’t have a single problem with answering any of their questions, nor did he complain once about having to redo Nesta’s stencil until she was satisfied with the placement.

“It’s going on your body,” Tarquin said with a shrug after he’d placed the stencil for the last time. “You can ask me to move it as many times as you need to.”

“I think it looks good here,” Nesta said back once she examined the stencil with a critical eye. It was perfectly down the middle of her wrist like she’d wanted, and although Tarquin had explained the tattoo would of course shift as she moved her hand, she felt pretty good about how it looked with her wrist completely relaxed. “Okay. Let’s keep going.”

“Great,” Tarquin replied. He started bustling around his little station as he got everything ready, and Nesta turned to her sisters for some extra reassurance. Elain flashed her a big smile and a thumbs up while Feyre reached for her phone to take a picture before everything became permanent.

After a few minutes, Tarquin came back over and laid out all his tools. Nesta was pleased to see he was wearing gloves and everything looked properly sterilized – at least from what she could tell, anyway – and she took a few deep breaths as he tilted her arm exactly where he wanted it.

“Ready?” Tarquin eventually asked, looking up at Nesta for confirmation.

Nesta reached out her right hand for Feyre to hold, immediately reassured when Feyre didn’t hesitate to grab it and squeeze down. “I’m ready.”

“Okay. Let me know if you need a break,” Tarquin told her. He turned on the tattoo gun and Nesta squeezed Feyre’s hand hard, taking another deep breath before the needle touched her skin. “How’s that?”

“It’s… okay,” Nesta answered slowly. It hurt, of course, but it wasn’t as bad as she’d thought it would be. “It feels like cat scratches.”

“I’ve heard that one a lot for wrist tattoos,” Tarquin responded with a smile. He turned back to the tattoo and Elain picked up the slack in the conversation, ready to keep Nesta distracted for as long as necessary.

“Sooo,” Elain began. She moved her chair so she was a little closer to Nesta without getting in Tarquin’s way, pulling the fabric of her skirt closer to her body as she changed her position. “What are we doing for your birthday, Nesta? You never told us.”

“Uh…” Nesta replied, her mind going blank. The pain wasn’t overwhelming, but it was a little hard to think with a bunch of needles pressing into her skin. “We, um… I was thinking we could do brunch next weekend?”

“Next weekend?” Feyre asked curiously. “Do you have plans on your actual birthday that don’t include us or something?”

“I met a guy,” Nesta told them, looking away from the surprised looks on her sisters’ faces in favor of checking Tarquin’s progress. He’d finished tracing the outline of the moon and was now onto the sun, his linework just as impeccable as Feyre had said it would be as he traced the stencil. “Don’t be weird about it. Please.”

“No one’s being weird,” Feyre said, rolling her eyes. “It’s just – different.”

“What Feyre means to say,” Elain replied, shooting the evil eye at Feyre before turning back to Nesta, “is that we’re happy for you and we can’t wait to meet him. If it gets to that point.”

“Well if he’s taking her out for her birthday, it sounds like it might be at that point,” Feyre fired back. 

“Is it?” Elain asked. “At that point?”

“Maybe,” Nesta answered. She really liked Cassian, with his gentle way of handling her even when he was trying to get a rise out of her, and part of her wanted to stay in their little honeymoon bubble instead of sharing him with everyone else. But a bigger part of her wanted her sisters to like him, so she decided telling them a little bit about him wouldn’t hurt anyone. “I met him at my kickboxing class a few months ago.”

“Months?” Feyre echoed, shocked. Nesta squeezed down on her hand in warning. “Woah. You must really like him.”

“I do,” Nesta agreed with a small smile. 

Tarquin chose that moment to announce he was done with the tattoo, and they all looked down at Nesta’s wrist to appropriately ooh and ah. It was strange looking down at her wrist and seeing that small bit of ink on her pale skin, but Nesta decided she liked it a lot more than she’d thought she would.

From there, it didn’t take long to get done with Elain’s tattoo. Nesta swapped places with Feyre so she could hold Elain’s hand this time while Feyre scrolled through Cassian’s Instagram, shooting impressed looks Nesta’s way as she went further down the rabbit hole.

“He’s cute, Nesta,” Feyre said, approval lacing every word. “Does he have any brothers?”

“Actually,” Nesta said back, thinking back to all the things Cassian had told her about one of his brothers, “he does.”

“Say no more,” Feyre muttered under her breath. It didn’t take long for her to find Rhys’ Instagram account after some dedicated snooping, and she quickly switched over to her own phone so she could look through his life from her own account. “If this works out, I owe you one.”

“You’re welcome,” Nesta replied wryly. She turned her focus back to Elain and squeezed her smaller hand. “You doing okay, Lainey?”

“I’m okay,” Elain answered. Tarquin was filling in the sun on her wrist now, his motions steady and sure as he filled in the circle with black ink. “Trust me, watching you two has been more than entertaining enough.”

From there it was Feyre’s turn to sit in the chair, and Elain dutifully offered up her hand for Feyre to hold while Tarquin worked his magic. Feyre’s tattoo seemed to go by even faster than Elain’s, and in no time the three of them were done. They took a bunch of pictures to commemorate the moment before letting Tarquin run through his aftercare instructions, Nesta making sure to take notes so she could send them to her sisters before they went to the front to pay.

“I’m so glad we did this,” Feyre said excitedly as they left the parlor and headed toward Nesta’s car. “They look so good!”

“Me too,” Elain agreed. She slid into the passenger seat while Feyre took her place in the back, immediately rolling down the windows so they could enjoy the feel of the spring air on their skin. “Are you happy with it, Nesta?”

Nesta turned to look at her sisters with a smile. “Yeah. I am. Thanks for talking me into this.”

“Always,” Feyre replied, matching Nesta’s smile with a big one of her own. “Now let’s go get something to eat. I’m fucking starving.”

As Nesta made her way through her pizza and her sisters good-naturedly argued over whether pineapples belonged on it, she couldn’t help but think there was nowhere she’d rather be than here.

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[strawberryfairi]

“I loved you then…back when I knew you”

Synopsis: 💎 When your old high school best friend, and admittedly, first love randomly shows up at your door one morning after a bit over ten years apart, your memories of him that you once locked away comes flooding back. Are you open to hearing him out after all this time? (In other words…will you take your man back or nah?)

♕Pairings: Kazutora X Black Fem Reader 🤎 (ANYONE CAN READ)🛑Content: 18+ Eventual smut, Some grief, Some angst ~Crossposted On: Wattpad ONLY ~Updating WEEKLY

w.c. 3.3k💠 Released Jan 10, 2024

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CHAPTER 5; VALHALLAS NUMBER 3

Your mom had a world shattering conniption when she saw your black left eye Saturday morning, the day after all that with Osanai and his buddies went down.

You spent the entire weekend getting 'fixed up' as your mom called it, icing it and just laying down. She treated you like you were elderly and couldn't take care of yourself, bringing you food, tea, and water whenever you needed it. You didn't mind it at all, seeing as she was just expressing her immense amount of care.

Now it was Monday, time for school, and around that time where Kazutora would wait outside for you. Peeking through the curtains by your window, you checked to see if he was there.

He was in fact there.

Your heart both sank and fluttered at the same time. You wanted to see him but you didn't want him to see you, not like this. You had scrambled around through your hair products like a crazy person just minutes before, trying to style your hair in a way that would shield your black eye from view. With a deep sigh, you made your way down to the entrance of the building, mentally preparing to take on the day.

It'd be a lie to say Kazutora wasn't dying to know how your little 'date' went with the ballsy kid who asked you out last Friday. It'd also be a lie to say he wasn't hoping and praying it was terrible, wishing all the worst on the kid so you'd never choose to spend time with him over Kazutora again.

Even though he wished the worst, he wasn't expecting at all to find out what he did when you both got to the campus.

"That's why you have your hair in your face like that?! Let me see it." He demanded sharply, prying your hands away from your face. "No, no!" It's fine, let go!" You shot back, using all your strength to keep your hands in place. As other students walked by, they glanced over curiously at the two of you, trying to see what was going on. "Let.me.see it." His tone was so low and intimidating you dropped your hands immediately, looking up at him for just a second before looking towards the ground shamefully.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me." He gritted out angrily, gently lifting your head up by your chin and brushing your bangs back. His eyes practically scanned you, searching all over for any other wounds. He was beyond livid. If you were with him nothing like this would ever happen. It felt like the time you both first met all over again. If that night he was seeing red, today he was black out enraged. Kazutora was pissed at whoever you were with for not protecting you, and even more pissed that someone had the audacity to hit his girl.

Uuhhh, his girl as in girl that's a friend, his friend...that's what he meant.

"Tell me who did this to you." He commanded, his voice the tiniest bit softer than before. Your heart sank nonetheless, already knowing where this was going. "What're you gonna do?" You asked anxiously, subconsciously grabbing onto his jacket sleeve as if to keep him from going anywhere.

"Don't worry about what I'm gonna do, tell me who did this."

The look on his face was starting to scare you a little, and his tone was so demanding you felt like you had to tell him. You pursed your lips, hoping you won't regret telling him the truth. "Y-Yamagishi said it was someone named Osanai. He's a leader of some gang-I forget the name."

Kazutora's jaw was clenched so tight his teeth could probably break at any second. He knew exactly who that was. Arrogant idiot always thinks he can do shit and just get away with it. Now he's got himself a real problem. He also made a mental note to deal with whoever the hell this Yamagishi kid is, since he's the one who let this happen to you. "Wait for me after school. I'm taking you home-

"Wait! Where are you going?!" Frantically you pulled on his jacket sleeve, looking up at him with wide eyes. He didn't even respond or look at you, in his mind he was already set on finding Osanai, imagining giving him two black eyes in return for the one he gave you. "Please just stay here; it's over now!" You pleaded, hoping it would change his mind. Osanai was a really tall, really skilled fighter. You didn't want Kazutora to get hurt even though he can fight too. It's just not necessary to do all that in your opinion. Gently, he took your hand off of him, looking down at you with a much softer expression. "You don't have to do this." You murmured before he could say anything, shaking your head as tears started forming in your eyes.

"Yeah I do. Just wait for me." He replied in a firm yet gentle way, softly brushing the back of his fingers over your bruised left eye. A chill shot down your spine from the back of your neck, while your cheeks heated up rapidly. You nodded your head, watching him give you a small smile before walking away off the schools campus.

Honestly...the whole situation set off a massive case of the butterflies in your stomach. It was like the whole cage flew open, letting them all loose to flutter around wildly. Even though you worried for Kazutora's safety, it'd be a lie to say you weren't extremely flattered. He didn't say it but it's obvious he cares about you, maybe it's safe to say he cares a lot.

You practically floated your way into the school building with a goofy little grin, radiating roses, glitter, and sunshine as you headed to your locker.

"What is this five foot five beam of ethereal light over here?" Asuka chuckled, walking over to you from the right.

"Oh, hey girl!" You sang, closing your locker and giving her a bright smile.

"You slide down a rainbow or somethin'?" She raised an amused brow.

"No, I just-...it's a nice day." You sigh, finally attempting to snap yourself out of the daze you were basking in. "What, Hanemiya-san finally ask you out?" She nudged your arm, grinning devilishly.

"No, he didn't ask me out. We're just friends", You giggle, "Where's Yumi and everybody?" You furrowed your brows.

"You didn't see in the chat? Yumi got a stomach virus so she can't come today. I think the other girls are here but I haven't seen 'em." She shrugged.

"Wait what?! Yumi got a stomach virus?! Oh my god! She texted the group chat?!" You rambled, eyebrows lifted in shock as you processed this new info. "Yeah, she texted this morning. Apparently it's pretty bad." Asuka frowned, whipping out her phone and showing the conversation between her and Yumi.

"Awww, Yumi." You murmured, brows furrowed in concern. You had a thought to maybe slip away at lunch with Asuka and have her take a video of you playing Yumi a get well song in the music room.

"What's up with the hairstyle today by the way? It's not bad but...can you even see?" She scrunched her face up in confusion, reaching for your bangs. You spent a lot of time picking your afro out to make it big enough to cover your eyes in the front. Kazutora already went and stuck his hand in it, you don't want Asuka to mess it up more.

"No! Wait wait!" You blurted out frantically, jumping back.

"What?! I'm not gonna mess it up." She assured. The way you jumped back had scared her a little.

"Just...come on." You huffed, grabbing her wrist and leading her over to the bathroom.

Luckily, Asuka and you were the only people in the girls room. "Don't freak out when I show you, ok? I'm gonna explain." You warned slowly, your tone low. She nodded, trying to hide the bewildered expression on her face. You swiped your hands over your forehead, brushing your bangs back and exposing your dark purple left eye.

Asuka gasped hard, both hands hovering over her mouth as her eyes widened two times it's size. "Please...do not tell me Hanemiya-san did this." She demanded lowly, her eyes already starting to light up with an angry fire.

"No, no he didn't do it. It was some gang leader guy, Osanai or whoever. It happened last Friday while I was walking around with the boy in my math class, Yamagishi." You explained simply.

"He didn't step in and help you?! How could he let this happen to you?!" She scoffed angrily, grabbing your cheeks gently and shifting your head side to side, analyzing the damage. It reminded you of earlier this morning when Kazutora was looking at your face.

"No he tried! He-...he tried." You sighed in defeat.

"Yamagishi's that nerd kid, right? The one who's obsessed with you." She asked, hesitantly letting go of your cheeks, her eyes stayed glued to your black eye though. How did she know already about his crush on you? You must not be paying enough attention to what goes on around here.

"Yeah. He'd asked me to hang out with him on like Tuesday last week. He was trying to ask me out, but while we were walkin' around we kinda got mixed up in some chaos." You explain in a low tone.

"Ugh, ridiculous. I can't believe how bold these delinquent boys are getting! You can't even walk around anymore without one of them starting a fight! If you need anything you let me know, ok? Shoot, I'll go beat him up myself."

"Nah nah, you don't have to do that. Kazutora's already handling it." You chuckled. Asuka gasped again, her face lighting up like a Christmas tree.

"Whaaaaaat?! So he's gonna go fight on your behalf?! He's gonna defend your honor?!" She beamed, cheeks turning dusty pink from the amount of excitement she felt.

"Not defend my honor." You laughed even harder.

"That's literally what he's doing! Girl...what if he really does like you? I mean, who goes and fights on behalf of a girl they don't even like?" She raised her brows suggestively, nudging my arm. "Well I'd hope any guy would defend a girl that got beat up by another dude, wether they like her or not."

The bathroom fell silent as a few other girls came in, chatting about something. "Come on, let's go before we're late for our first class." You stated, fixing up your hair before making your way out of the bathroom.

"He likes you. You know I'm right..." Asuka mumbled, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

You spent the rest of the school day feeling a mixture between anxious and flattered when it came to Kazutora going to find Osanai. It's been hours now since this morning, and you kinda figured maybe he'd come back to school for the rest of the day afterwards. You really hoped he wasn't hurt, or in the hospital on life support..or something.

What if Osanai won? That'd be so embarrassing. Like how do you recover from that? You guessed maybe like how Yamagishi recovered...crying until he felt better. But, would Kazutora cry about something like that? He's probably gotten his ass beat plenty of times before and people respect him all the same.

The more questions your mind generated, the more worried you got about the possible state of Kazutora. Is he good?!

You barely payed attention in the last class of the day, practically glaring at the clock for it to move faster. You couldn't wait to get out of here. If only you were the type that was built for ditching school, you'd have been left!

But thankfully, it was the end of the day, and you were finally free to go. You told Asuka that you had to run, wanting to head out as soon as possible to see if Kazutora actually came back.

"Oo! I wanna see too!" She exclaimed, following after you quickly. The two of you scrambled ungracefully down the two flights of stairs, almost tripping each other as you went down. You two laughed, panting hard at the near dominos-type collision that almost happened.

"You think he won the fight?!" Asuka glanced at you curiously, adjusting her book bag on her shoulder.

"I hope so!" You replied back, slightly out of breath.

"He won...I'm sure he did." She assured, just as you two reached the first floor. You spotted Kazutora first, standing there by the front doors with his hands in his pockets leisurely. You let out a breath of relief, speeding over to him and surprising him with a hug. "Oh my gosh, I was so worried you wouldn't come back!" You cried out dramatically, nuzzling your face in his chest. His heart fluttered at your reaction, not really expecting you to act like this at all. He chuckled lightly, wrapping his arms around you.

On the outside, Asuka was silent, just simply watching you two with a goofy smile on her face. However, on the inside she was running around the entrance of the campus, smacking your arm repeatedly, and squealing like a newborn squirrel or something.

You two looked and sounded like a couple, holding each other all close like that! He was so happy too, it was obvious, he was loving the way you were all over him. She was ten thousand percent sure he'd probably go home tonight and relive this moment over and over again (she was right).

"Oh wow...you think they got back together?"

"Maybe he left early this morning to like..think their relationship over?"

"They look so cute together! Are you sure they're not dating?"

Asuka was sooo hype at the way people were whispering about you guys as they walked passed her. She tuned back into what you two were talking about.

"What?! You broke his arms?! Kazutora!" You exclaimed, shock and bewilderment all over your face. Asuka's jaw also dropped. He broke that guy's arms, and he's talking about it like that's the most normal thing to do. He simply shrugged in response, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he led the two of you away from campus.

"Oh wait; I'll see you, Asuka! Unless you wanna walk with-

"No no no, it's ok, bye guys!" She cut you off, giving an energetic wave before making her way down her usual path home.

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Earlier That Day

Kazutora had already finished dealing with Osanai, sending him straight to the hospital with two broken arms, a broken nose, and a black eye. Now it was time to handle the weak ass idiot that let his princess get hurt in the first place.

Walking nonchalantly to the school, he made his way inside discreetly, searching like a lion on the prowl for his next victim.

Kazutora is a strategist though, so instead of suffering through wandering the halls of the school until he found Yamagishi, he went and located one of his friends.

"Hey! Can I talk to you for a sec?" He asks with a pleasant smile.

A kid he vaguely knew named Akkun turned around, his expression a mix of shock and fear. "M-me?!" He stutters, pointing at himself with a thumb.

You're the only other person in the hallway genius...

"Yeah! I'm lookin' for a kid named Yamagishi. You know 'em?" He tilts his head to the side, still maintaining that sweet smile on his face. Of course Akkun knew exactly who he was asking for, he also knew he was in no type of position to lie to Kazutora. He's Valhalla's number three for a reason.

"U-uhhh, he's..probably in science right now? In-in classroom 2-A." Akkun mutters, feeling his palms begin to sweat. He felt terrible, he had no idea what he potentially just involved one of his best friends in. He'd surely find out at some point though.

"Alright, thanks!" He smiles politely.

Without giving Akkun a chance to respond, Kazutora's already on his way to the classroom.  But would you look at this pleasant surprise. Just as he made his way up the winding steps to the upper floor, Yamagishi was walking unsuspectedly a few feet in front of him, just having come from the guys bathroom.

Kazutora's eyes darken as he notices the kids scrawny figure. He catches up to him with ease, yanking harshly on the back of his shirt, Yamagishi let's out a strangled noise of shock before falling backwards onto the ground. He takes a moment to hurriedly adjust his glasses back on his face, eyes widening in shock as he realizes just who'd caused his fall.

"Ka-kazuto-

Before he could finish Kazutora lands a hard, swift kick straight into Yamagishi's side, sending him slamming into the lockers against the wall roughly. He coughs, glasses long gone. He didn't even have time to really gather himself before Kazutora is down on top of him, landing punch after punch straight to his face. He grabs a fistful of Yamagishi's shirt, lifting him to meet his fiery gaze.

"You know that pretty girl you brought to the park the other day? The one you let go home with a black eye?" He questions, obviously already knowing the answer.

Yamagishi blinks a few times before realizing exactly who he was talking about. He confusedly stutters out your name, looking up at a blurry Kazutora.

"That's the one. I better not ever see you around her again, you hear me? Ever." Kazutora threatens menacingly.

Yamagishi is bewildered at his words but nods frantically nonetheless. He didn't realize you were already with Kazutora. Had he known you were his he'd never have asked you out. It all made sense now why you rejected him after he attempted his confession. Of course you wouldn't wanna be with him. Kazutora's everything he's not.

Kazutora releases his grip abruptly, letting Yamagishi fall to the floor like he weighed nothing, gets up, then casually makes his way out of the school building.

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You invite Kazutora to stay over at your house after walking you home, it just felt right seeing as he spent the day literally fighting for you.

You lead him inside and up to your room, placing your keys on the little key hanger by your door and lazily take off your shoes.

"Today was so boring! I don't wanna do anything else!" You blurt out loudly, running over and plopping down onto your bed. You outstretch your arms towards Kazutora, smiling sweetly.

His heart does another little tug in his chest at the way you look so cute like that. Without wasting another second he takes off his shoes and sits next to you on the edge of the bed. He watches you silently as you grab your laptop, turning it on and opening up Netflix.

"Couldn't we have watched Netflix from the TV in the living room?" He furrows his brows.

"Well we could but my mom will be home soon and I don't want her to kick you out." You explain plainly, eyes locked to the screen as you scroll through shows and movies to watch. Kazutora's face heats up. This is his first time in a girl's room, in your room. The craziest part is that you're completely unfazed, just chilling out on the bed like it's any other girl friend with you.

"O-oh..that makes sense." He chuckles nervously, fiddling with his uniform jacket.

"You can sit further on the bed, you know? You won't even be able to see the screen like that." You laugh lightly, patting the side of the bed.

He was sitting on the edge while you were fully on the bed, leaning against your pillows with the laptop resting on both of your legs. Kazutora swallows, hesitantly adjusting himself to sit directly next to you. His heart skips a beat as your arms and legs touch. What's he suppposed to do now?

"Ohhh, I love this movie! I didn't know they added it to Netflix, oh my gosh!" You beam. It was an old Dreamworks film, El Dorado. You knew the music in this movie like it was the national anthem. "Alright, I'm gonna change and then I'll start the movie." You explain, getting up from the bed and making your way to your clothing drawer.

"W-wait, you're gonna change right here?!" He stutters, looking at you as if you just grew two more arms as his cheeks turn bright pink. You giggle at his reaction, shaking your head.

"No fool, I'm gonna change in my bathroom right there. It's connected." You point at the medium sized bathroom directly in front of the bed. Kazutora let's out a mumbled "Oh" in response.

"You want something to change in? I have some of my older brother's clothes you could wear." You offer, holding up a large sized hoodie and sweatpants.

💎 3 Hours Later

The main lights in your room had been turned off about two hours ago, leaving only the cute warm fairy lights in your room on. Kazutora finally settled down after getting used to being in a girl's room, and was teetering between the dream world and reality while resting his head on your lap.

You had unintentionally learned an instant knock out trick on Kazutora, it was simply telling him to rest his head on your lap, then proceeding to gently massage his scalp with your fingertips. It was honestly adorable watching him struggle and fight so hard to stay awake, trying to watch these movies with you. The sleep was inevitable though, and soon he was completely out cold. This ends up being the most peaceful, deepest sleep he's ever experienced in his life.

Then soon you find yourself falling asleep too, making this the first time you've ever had a sleepover with a boy.

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Bad Romance | Katsuki Bakugo

18+ MDNI| TW! ProHero, Noncon, Drugging, Yandere, DARK CONTENT

♔ ♕ ♚ ♛

With years spent comfortably in the Top 5, Bakugo has witnessed the stuff of nightmares and still stood tall, but there’s a sort of gnawing terror that unfolds every-time he gets a letter.

Don’t worry about it , they said.

It’s apart of the job, they said.

Fans will be fans, they said.

But this wasn’t a regular fan was it ?

The letter now lay crumpled on the floor. Along with the loc of hair and lewd photo that had been attached—him with a fling he met during his impromptu getaway to the mountains.

Past letters weren’t this intense. Just subtle warnings for him to keep to himself. But, this letter was scathing. Full of betrayal and dejection as if he actually knew this person. As if he’d actually wronged them.

How could you , Katsuki ? Don’t you care at all ? How many times do I have to tell you ? You’re mines. Heroes are supposed to save people, not get them hurt; but, look at what you made me do… I don’t think you understand, Katsuki but it’s fine I’ll keep proving myself until you realize that I’m the only one for you. You don’t need anyone else, silly. Remember our night together? God—you were so pretty when you came. It was so good that I had to see it again, and again and again and again and again. Hehe— I pulled so much cum from you that night that I thought you might die ! Maybe I should post the pictures and let the public see how lewd their Number 2 can be ? I’ve already hurt one person and I’d hate to hurt you too.

This was going too far. How could they have even found out about this ? Hell— he didn’t even know where he was going when he hopped in his car and drove as fast and far as he could. Were they following him ?

That person had claimed before that they had been intimate but he he’d assumed they were being delusional. Now they claimed to have photos ! He couldn’t recall who it could’ve possibly been and he knows for a fact he’d never consent to having his photo taken. It was driving him insane.

“My office now” he snarled into the intercom and you bound in a few moments later. Eyes wide and brimming with concern. “Is everything okay, sir?” You asked, swallowing hard when you noticed the crumpled letter on his normally spotless floor.

Of course he’d made you aware of the letters. You were his secretary and he wanted you to remain diligent against potential threats. You did your best to filter out the fan mail but this person was crafty. You didn’t doubt Dynamight’s ability to keep you and everyone in the Ground Zero agency safe, but seeing him so rattled was unsettling.

“Have that sent to the lab to be traced for DNA or anything that can be traced to sender; also, contact the woman from that NDA— she may be injured or worse”.

You hurriedly gathered the evidence and headed back to your desk but not before smiling at Dynamight’s gruff thanks.

Bakugo couldn’t do much work that day. He spent his time in the office going over paperwork and stewing over the letter. He wouldn’t even leave to eat. You had to bring him in a sandwich and your special tea blend. When you came back the sandwich remained untouched but the tea was gone. He asked for a refill because it was soothing.

“Hey”.

You looked up to find Bakugo gazing down at you, slightly swaying. Alarmed you jumped up to steady.

“Omg, Dynamight Sir .. Are you okay !?!”

He swatted your hands away claiming that he was fine but once you let him go his knees started to buckle.

“Nuh uh— we’re going to the hospital—

“Don’t need a fuckin’ hospital” he slurred, “M’not weak, y/n”.

You felt your cheeks flush. He rarely addressed you by name and when he did it was with such sobering intensity.

“Umm— well you gotta go home, maybe I can call Deku too..

“Not letting that freak in my home” he grumbled, eyes started to close as he rested more of his weight on you.

“Red Riot ?”

He shook his head “no”.

You huffed, obviously exasperated by his difficult behavior.

“Fine, I’ll take you. Give me a second to get things sorted”.

It was about a thirty minute drive to Dynamight’s home. You let the two of you in with the emergency key he’d provided you after a year on the job. Bakugo didn’t trust many people so it was kind of a big deal.

His home was nice. Not too big. Not too small. It was perfect. Like him.

He was still moaning and whimpering about the headache he’d developed during the ride over.

You shushed him and guided him towards the master bedroom where you sat him on the bed. His crimson eyes followed you sleepily as you removed the pieces of his costume—sighing contently with each layer. He only interrupted when you reached his utility belt to undo his pants.

“Watcha’ doin’?” He blinked, and it was the second most adorable expression you’d ever seen on the man.

“M’takin’ care of you silly”. You shushed him with a hand through his hair and a soft peck to his forehead. He hummed, falling back onto the pillows to let you work.

Bakugo hissed when the cold air hit his shaft but he was quickly enveloped in warmth. It felt so good. That sticky warmth. He couldn’t help but rut his hips. He didn’t know what was happening but he did know that you were there. Taking care of him like always. No matter how unbearable he was you always remained there. Even when everyone else had left. You were all he had.

“F-friend” he whined, it was all he could manage. With that hot warmth smothering him and the cloudy hazy of his mind he was losing consciousness. He could barely register you moving on top of him to kiss behind his ear.

Silly man , you thought, smiling to yourself at the delicious stretch.

“I don’t wanna be friends”.

#♛♚|the king speaks #bakugo smut #bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki #mha bakugo smut #mha smut #bakugo angst #mha angst #katsuki smut #bakugo x black reader

[hawkezone]

[[ RETURN TO HALAMSHIRAL - PART ONE ]]

A missing Queen Cousland, whispers of an elven rebellion, and one hell of a party: Hawke, Fenris, and Varric attend a lavish ball at the Winter Palace celebrating Empress Celene and Marquise Briala's alliance, where Hawke finds himself enlisted to help by a man with a strong Fereldan accent and a deep-seeded fear of swooping. A Trevelyan-Dorian & Fen(m!)hawke imagining of the events leading up to Dread Wolf, sequel to The Seat of Power.

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“I cannot believe you’ve talked me into this, Hawke.”

Fenris, frowning, fidgeting uncomfortably in his velveteen guardsman’s uniform. It was the closest thing either of them had for formalwear - Hawke, being a man of habit, had smuggled some amount of finery out of the Hawke Estate when they’d escaped Kirkwall that night so long ago, but, much like Hawke’s usual escapades, he neglected to pick up a few key items - such as britches that actually matched their doublets, and shoes. Any shoes. At all.

“I think you look handsome,” Hawke smiled, impishly, knowing that Fenris, while grumpy, had a little room left in him for some light teasing. Unlike Hawke’s usual methods of heavy teasing, which typically led to even heavier petting when the two were left alone.

Fenris didn’t take this well, but he merely sighed, tugging the uniform so its creases unfolded. “My least favorite part of going undercover,” he said, solidly and glumly, “is that the rest of us have to play-act while you always get to be yourself. Do you remember when we went to Chateau Haine? You had to accompany that awful Tallis, and Varric and I were assumed to be your manservants.”

“I remember,” Hawke chuckled. “You almost threw that guard in the moat outside the formal gardens.”

“I should have!” Fenris pouted. “Manservant. The gall.”

Hawke turned, and swept Fenris up by the waist. He smiled, from ear to ear, and Fenris - very briefly - forgot what he was mad about. Briefly.

“I promise. This ball will be better. And if anyone calls you a manservant, I’ll punch them in the face,” Hawke smiled.

Fenris, despite himself, let out a crooked smile, too. “That would blow your cover, I think.”

“Who’s to say the Champion of Kirkwall doesn’t go about punching random nobles in the face for calling his boyfriend a manservant?” Hawke said, defensively.

“You’re ridiculous,” Fenris said, but he didn’t let go of Hawke. Or stop smiling.

-

The gardens at Halamshiral were abuzz - it was a hot, breezy, summer night, and the fireflies were out in full force. The sun had set not but an hour ago, and the coolness of the evening had just begun to lay down on the stuffed shirts in attendance at the Winter Palace. The hum and splash of the magnificent fountain, forming the centerpiece of the front gardens, made for a soothing backdrop to the idle chatter and excited gossip of the guests. This was a much less fussy affair than the Winter Ball - but as an afterparty of sorts, to greet guests cordially as one of the first “informal” parties of the social year, and to introduce the Empress Celene and her recently reconciled lover, the elven Marquise Briala.

Hawke and company, however, had alternative goals in mind.

“Thanks for coming, Hawke,” Varric muttered, feeling rather out of place at the soiree.

“You still haven’t told me why we’re here,” Hawke replied, a little suspiciously. “You’re not one for parties. Well, not this kind of party, anyway.”

Varric sighed. “Just - trust me when I say I’m glad you’re here, all right?”

This time, unlike at Chateau Haine, Varric was wearing an unusually formal shortcoat, and he seemed ever so slightly nervous, shuffling from one foot to the next - which piqued Hawke’s interest, as his best friend almost never showed any signs of things getting to him. Especially social affairs.

Bethany was dressed in an Orlesian gown of periwinkle blue and white, in lush velvet, with a high collar in delicate gold filigree, embellished with designs of leaves and rings, reminiscent of the Circle. It had been a gift from Leliana, sent by courier when she had heard the Good Lady Bethany would be attending her first party at the Winter Palace. Hawke had interpreted this as a nice gesture, but Varric was quick to point out that the Nightingale had probably gifted her the dress as a sort of measure against the Inquisition’s acquaintances, however distant, being played as rubes in the dangerous machinations of the Game - especially when debuting.

Varric seized a beignet from the tray of a passing masked server, staining his gloves immediately with powdered sugar. The server either didn’t notice or pretended not to.

“Are those the ones with the chantilly cream?” Hawke asked, with interest. “Last time I was in Orlais, they had these tiny little beignets full of chantilly cream. And dusted with sugar, just like that. Only I think they had little swans made of gold foil on the top, too.”

Fenris rolled his eyes. “Nobles,” he said, scoffing. “Always trying to outdo one another.”

Varric bit into the beignet, and made a face. “Nope. No cream. It’s filled with something, though.”

“Hmm,” said Hawke, eyeing the server who’d gone off with the tray. “I could go for some something.”

Before he could pop off in search of the most ridiculous food the party had to offer, Varric grabbed him by the coat.

“Have you noticed,” Varric began, very slowly, “That this party is filled to the brim with people who have pissed off the Tevinter Imperium?”

Bethany, who had taken a beignet of her own and was nibbling with interest, nodded along. “Isn’t the majority of Orlais an enemy of the Tevinter Imperium? That’s like saying the Qunari and Tevinter are in a little spat.”

“No,” Varric continued, slowly, looking around again. “I mean, this party, specifically, is full of people who have made specific enemies of the ruling magisters of the Tevinter Imperium.”

Hawke, listening, subtly reached for one of his sheathed daggers, which he’d kept on his attire for an emergency. Most people saw it as a bit of a Hawke-esque flourish, just another quirk of the Champion of Kirkwall. But it comforted him - as both an accessory and an accessory to a quick escape.

Varric, who had finished his beignet, patted down his coat as well - just to make sure Bianca was in play. “We’ll keep an eye out. Could be the Empress just keeps really good company.”

“I’ll admit, it’s a bit of a who’s who of people I’d like to meet,” Hawke said. Was that even a hint of being impressed in his voice?

Fenris, in the meantime, had not let his guard down for one second since entering the gardens, and was stationed just to the back of Hawke, in a position, he subconsciously realized, to thwart any surprise attacks on his charge. What was he to call Hawke, now that they were together, but he still felt compelled to protect him? What did Donnic call Aveline, do you think?

“I don’t trust a thing anyone at this party has put forth,” Fenris said, muttering, darting poisonous glances at the nearest group of nobles, who huddled together and began to giggle, which only infuriated Fenris more.

“Keep it together,” Hawke advised, patting Fenris on the arm. “They’ll probably kick you out if you try to rip out their organs. Although it is rather salacious when you do.”

Fenris frowned, but Hawke winked, boyishly, and he found himself smiling, despite himself.

Towards the group came a meandering group of ladies, all dressed in triplicate; the Empress’s Ladies in Waiting each curtsied lightly, one after the other, like a set of ascending piano keys.

“Messere Hawke,” the first one said, curtseying lowly. Her golden mask glinted in the gaslights that dotted the garden’s walls.

The second one giggled at Varric, and bowed to Bethany, who began to wave, then began to proffer a hand, then, finally, attempted a sort of curtsey, which was rather hard to tell in the voluminous dress Leliana had lent her.

“Why didn’t Mother ever prepare us for this sort of thing?” Bethany hissed, turning ever so slightly to Hawke.

“Mother was trying to run away from this sort of thing when she met Father, I think,” Hawke said, with a smirk.

“It is most pleasurable to see you, Lord Tethras,” the second one continued, to which Varric immediately held up his hands, which were still powdered with beignets. 

“Please,” he said, shaking his head. “Just Varric. Thank you. This is hard enough.”

“We’ve read the Tale,” the third one said, nodding at Varric, who - Hawke could tell behind his mask - was already sheepishly shrugging in extreme apology for the fracas that he was about to invite.

“Yes, the Tale,” the second one went on, animatedly. “Is it true, then, that the Champion really defeated the Arishok in hand to hand combat?”

“Well. It was more knife to knife,” Hawke shrugged, with a lopsided grin.

“And is it true, too, that your fellow Isabela ran off with the sacred texts of the Qun?” the first one asked, leaning in, with genuine curiosity.

“Just one book of the Qun, but yes,” Varric admitted.

“And is it true,” the third one said, earnestly, leaning in even further, “That you fought a High Dragon on the outskirts of the Bone Pits?”

Hawke, shrugging again, gave them a bit of a grin. “Fenris was there for that one. Varric, too.”

Tittering, the Ladies all looked at each other, flapping their fans at premium speed. A quick rush of whispers went through them, before they turned again to Hawke.

“We shall have to return, then,” the first one said, smiling coquettishly under her mask.

“And hear more of you and Lord Tethras’s stories,” the second one went on, as Varric winced at the “Lord Tethras” comment once more.

“It was a pleasure, truly,” the third one said, and all three of them curtsied, deeply, again, as Hawke bowed as they took their retreat, into the throng of the gardens.

It was as if they’d narrowly had a brush with a storm - or a windfall.

“Ugh,” Varric groaned. “Remind me to never tell people who I am or what I do, next time.”

“...Did they ignore you?” Hawke asked, looking back at Fenris, who was still standing a small distance away, his heavy, two-handed sword almost dragging in the garden lawn.

Fenris, sighing, barely looked up at Hawke as he dusted off the sword’s hilt. “I believe they are accustomed to people of your stature bringing elven servants as part of your coterie. Perhaps it would have been impolite to acknowledge my existence.”

Frowning, Hawke crossed his arms, glaring after the trio of Ladies-in-Waiting. “Perhaps it’s impolite to ignore you, at all,” Hawke said, scoffing.

Sighing heavily, Varric dusted the last of the beignet sugar off his hands with a clap.

“Well, I’m going to get just drunk enough to forget what’s going on, while being sober enough to remember why I’m here,” he said, stalking off with the firm purpose of a man who’s on a mission for nothing but the worst Antivan wine.

“And I would like to meet some new people,” Bethany said, with enthusiasm. “Is that the Marquess du Pompadour? Do you know her? Can we be introduced?”

“No, but I’m sure she’d be enchanted to meet the great Lady Bethany of House Amell,” Hawke smiled, as Bethany squeezed his arm excitedly before bounding off to introduce herself to Orlais’ best and richest.

“Have fun,” Hawke beamed, wagging his fingers at Bethany as she bounced to the next group of nobles, who already began chatting with her excitedly about the gold filigree neckline and the status of the party’s hors d’oeuvres.

Looking back at Fenris, Hawke frowned - but not at him.

“I don’t mind. Truly,” Fenris said, but his anger betrayed him in the way he wore his face.

Hawke frowned even harder.

“Well, I do,” he said, crossing his arms again. “One of the reasons why I agreed to come to this silly thing was to make up for Chateau Haine in the first place.”

Now, it was Fenris’s turn to frown. “Chateau Haine? I had assumed we came here to pry information out of the Inquisition. To assure their allegiance against the magisters. Or whatever strange twisted plan Varric has fished up.”

Nodding, Hawke waved a hand in the air. “I’m as eager to fight some magisters as the next man,” he said, continuing, “But I really wanted to come and show you a good time. I don’t like how things worked out at Chateau Haine - and I know how you feel about Tallis. I just supposed - perhaps - I wanted to take you to a party, and have you by my side. Properly. For once.”

Hawke looked rather embarrassed at this, and shrugged a little, in his reclaimed part-Hawke Estate part-leftover-guardsman-formal-uniform combination of attire.

“Hawke…”

Fenris’s eyes glinted in the moonlight. He reached for Hawke’s arm, and squeezed it.

“If you wish to have me by your side, you need only ask.”

Hawke, smiling, sweetly against the honeyed air of the garden, squeezed his hand back.

“I always need you by my side, Fenris,” he said, softly.

-

Meanwhile, at the other end of the party, Dorian Pavus was getting drunk. Very, very drunk.

He had harangued Josephine for an invitation to the Inaugural Ball, and, despite her best efforts, he had finessed his way into blackmailing, cajoling, and, in one case, outright bribing assorted members of Skyhold staff into bugging the Ambassador straight into sending Dorian one of the Inquisition’s coveted invitations to Empress Celene and Marquise Briala’s first ball, formally thrown together. Not counting the last one, of course. He felt he deserved it, after all, since he was both the life of the party and present for when they got together. The second time, anyway.

Dorian was engaging in one of his favorite pastimes - flirting with the masked drinksman serving the flutes of violet cocktail - when he was jostled by another patron, elbowing his way in.

“Ale, please. Not dwarven. Please tell me you have ale that isn’t dwarven. Everyone says it’s top notch but it just tastes like piss, and I know it does, so don’t tell me otherwise.”

Dorian’s ears perked up. That voice. It sounded weirdly familiar. Weirdly… Fereldan.

Looking over, the man next to him, wearing a simple silver mask with blue silk piping, slumped over, sighing, putting his head in his hands. His dirty blonde hair was just barely poking out of the back of the silks of the mask, and he had the stature of someone who had spent a long, long time training as a warrior - and an even longer time sitting around afterwards, getting all antsy as those muscles waited for their next workout. The man tapped his fingers on the table - and his heavy rings clanked against the delicate, white-lacquered wood. One demon head ring, as big as two knucklebones. One thick, silver sigil, like the symbols carved on the tunnels in the Deep Roads marking the location of Darkspawn. And, on his ring finger, a delicate, tiny silver band, with the smallest of silver roses, inlaid with flakes of mother-of-pearl and red ruby.

Dorian raised his eyebrows.

“You’re not very subtle, Your Highness,” he said, leaning against the bar, rolling his R’s. Loaded, like bait.

Startled, the man turned around, coughing and straightening up, making sure his mask was covering his face.

“We’ve met,” Dorian went on, somewhat relishing in the man’s uncomfortableness. “However briefly. I believe you know my paramour, Lord Angus Trevelyan? He has nothing but good things to say about you. King Alistair.”

The man, startled, whipped his head back around to the bar, to make sure nobody was listening, then, as best he could, made an extremely frustrated gesture at Dorian, hunching over, clearly annoyed.

“Have we met?” he said, irritably. “Because you are absolutely blowing my cover, here. …Which would make you, I suppose, a likely candidate for Angus’s new boyfriend. Which is who I suppose you are.”

Alistar sighed, and put his elbows back on the bartop. The server returned with a large flagon of ale, and Alistair placed several sovereigns on the bar. The server sniffed.

“We don’t take Fereldan currency, messere,” he sneered, pushing the coins back towards him. Alistair - even with a mask on - looked utterly defeated.

“Here,” Dorian said, hiding a smirk, pushing a handful of shiny Orlesian gold pieces towards the server, who nodded curtly, and disappeared back behind the bar.

“Thank you,” King Alistair groaned, putting his head between his arms. “You would not believe the amount of social faux pas I’ve racked up tonight. If I’d gone as myself, Orlais and Ferelden would be back at war by now.”

Dorian looked at him curiously. “Why are you here, if I may ask?”

Alistair shook his head. “Ale first. State secrets later.”

Dorian laughed. “You’re cute. I see why you’ve got the whole country wrapped around your little finger.”

“I do?” Alistair said, surprised.

“Not this one. They seem to think you’re a gauche little imp, here,” Dorian said, airily.

Alistair frowned.

“Ferelden,” Dorian clarified. “I hear you and your little wife are something out of a fairy tale, a Grey Warden King and Queen alike. Must be some sight to see. Does seem rather romantic, in a way.”

Alistair paused, then, slumping even further, let out a sigh that seemed to shake the very foundations of Halamshiral, let alone the bartop.

At that moment, Dorian remembered the other thing Angus had told him about Alistair - the important thing.

“Ooh. Ah. Sorry. I - I know it must be difficult, with your wife missing, and all. I’m sure - I’m sure she’s busy doing, ah. Grey Warden. Things.” Dorian thought about this for a moment. “Ah. Oh dear.”

Alistair looked hopeless, but downed his entire ale in a resolute gesture of bravery. “Lord Dorian of House Pavus, right?” he said, straining his last Kingly muscle to make the most out of the situation.

“Yes. Please don’t tell anyone I’ve so successfully put my foot in my mouth,” Dorian said - charmingly. As charmingly as possible, under the circumstances.

Alistair sighed. “You’re part of the Inquisition, then. You - were at Adamant.”

Dorian shook his head. “Not personally, no. …And don’t get me started on how I feel about that. Have you ever had your boyfriend go off into the Fade and have you think he was dead for almost twenty-four hours? No, I suppose not.”

Alistair gave him a withering look.

“...Right, missing wife, right,” Dorian said, hastily. “Here. I shall buy you another ale, and I’ll answer everything you wish to know about our visit to Adamant, as told by Lord Trevelyan himself. But no promises on me remembering everything correctly. I’ve had quite a lot of champagne.”

Alistair sighed, then nodded, solemnly. “Everything?”

“Everything.”

Finishing off his ale, Alistair motioned to the bartender for another, while Dorian slipped over another handful of silver coins.

“Then let’s begin,” Dorian said, with a raised eyebrow and a mischievous grin.

-

#dragon age #return to halamshiral #god i love fuckin' writing fenhawke. gaaaawd #and also fancy parties. #dragon age fic #dragon age fanfic #fenhawke #m!hawke #purple hawke #da:i oc #da2 oc #dorian pavus #alistair theirin #fenris #bethany hawke #varric tethras #andey hawke #antoinette cousland #queen cousland

[mimilind]

Hooded Stranger - Part 5

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Pairing: Aragorn x Reader

Rating: T

Chapter Word Count: 1050

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5. Village

Before leaving, Estel packed a few things, and donned his cloak to hide his bandaged leg and the crutches.

The village looked no more cheerful in daylight, and you felt a bit sorry for its inhabitants – who seemed to be almost exclusively male. 

“Where are all women and children?” you asked. 

“Further north, near the ruins of Fornost. This is only a ranger outpost,” he explained. “There are several places like this in the wildlands surrounding Bree and the Shire.”

“Weird that nobody knows about this,” you said. “Or do they, and I’m just ill informed?”

He chuckled, but then turned very serious. “We don’t advertise our presence; it’s not a good idea to draw the wrong people’s attention. There are evil powers at work in Middle-earth.”

You felt a chill trickle down your spine at his ominous tone. Seeing your expression, he added: “But there's still some good in this world, and it's worth fighting for.” The way he looked at you made you feel included in that ‘good’.

“There certainly is,” you agreed earnestly. Your eyes met. 

He broke eye-contact first. “That building over there is the stables,” he said, a bit breathlessly.

When you entered it, you drew in the pleasant smell of horses and hay. They only had a few horses, and Estel explained they were mostly used for sending messages between the ranger settlements. 

“Is it alright if we share a horse? Otherwise I must lead the spare one back afterwards, and it’s a bit cumbersome.”

“Of course.”

Despite his injury, Estel had no trouble mounting the large bay he had chosen. Reaching down to take your hand, he pulled you up to sit behind, and soon you were off at a canter. 

A short way outside the outpost he stopped to remove his cloak, which was too warm for a summer ride. He gave it to you to sit on instead, since the saddle was only wide enough for one.

You bravely snuck your arms around his waist, pretending you needed it to remain seated, and leaned your head against his broad back. His stomach felt hard and flat under your palms. 

On horseback, it only took a few hours to reach your home. When you neared it, you suddenly wanted the journey to last longer. You did not want Estel to go.

“How are you celebrating Midsummer Day?” you asked. 

“Not much. Perhaps splitting a keg with the men. Why?”

“Well, now you had the trouble of riding all this way, perhaps I could invite you to our village feast? There will be plenty of food, dancing, games, all sort of things.”

To your surprise, Estel promptly accepted your offer. “That sounds fun!” Then he added: “But don’t tell them my name. Call me Thorongil.”

“What? How many names do you have?”

“Several. This is my alias. For safety.”

You shook your head amusedly, but agreed to do as told.

When you entered the main road, everyone stared at the horse, and even more so at the tall man in front of you. Your parents seemed a bit suspicious of your guest at first, but when you explained how you had helped him, and gave them the three silver coins, they instantly changed to become very friendly indeed.

He was even offered the only bedroom, forcing your parents to sleep with you and your younger siblings in the kitchen.

As much as you enjoyed being with your family after spending a year apart, you very soon got tired of their chattering and many questions, but Estel seemed not to mind at all. He answered everything readily, making up clever lies about who he was and why he had broken his leg. And thus both the evening and the morning after were spent amiably.

The next day was Midsummer, and the celebration lasted all evening. Estel could not join the dance or the games with his leg, of course, so neither did you. Instead you ate, and drank, and talked, and laughed, and had just about the best day of your life. 

The more you got to know Estel, the better you liked him. He smiled almost constantly now, and was so handsome your chest contracted whenever your gaze fell on him – which was often.

In the evening, you did like many other couples, leaving the feast area to take a walk in the twilit summer night. 

He took your hand, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world to walk hand in hand with him. 

The sound of chirping crickets filled the air, and it smelled faintly of wild roses.  Around you, the trees were covered in the fresh new greens of Midsummer. 

"Did you enjoy your day?" you asked after a while.

“Much.”

“Me too.” Your eyes met, and this time neither of you looked away. 

Estel cupped your cheek. “I should not do this,” he admitted, and closed the distance between you to press a kiss on your lips.

He was right, you should not do this either. You should not respond to his kiss so fervently, and certainly not let your hands slip around his waist and explore his back and shoulders. You were a decent, orderly person; not a flirt like some inn staff. 

But right now you did not care about decency.

His lips tasted from the sweet fruit wine you had shared, and he smelled of pipeweed, and when your exploring fingers traveled under his shirt, his skin was warm and smooth. You loved all of it. He overwhelmed your senses.

As your kiss intensified, you felt his hands on your body too. Everywhere they went, your skin burned.

You paused to breathe. Estel’s face was flushed, and his eyes dark with want. Knowing that he could read the same emotions in you, you took his hand, pulling him down with you on the soft grass.

He spread his cloak, and you lay side by side, gazing deep into one another’s eyes. He kissed you again. In the heat of the moment, the surroundings faded, everything narrowing down to the two of you. Here, and now. Like you were alone in the world.

It was Midsummer; the longest night of the year, and you would make the most of it.

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[valorxdrive]

👞 - for my muse to help yours get dressed .

Fairy God Mother ain't got shit on this shadowy eldtrich horror. The dark beast is fixing the young man's vest, smirking like a proud parent,

"If this doesn't make Kairi blush then I don't know what will."

A deep velvety chuckle escapes his mighty maw, clawed hands finishing the final touch. Shadow takes a step back drinking the young ivory king's image. Yes this will do.

"Oh, don't fuss, it's just for one night then you can go back to your comfortable clothes. Asides, you look dashing, young man. Walk tall, and proudly."

♕ - Right before his eyes has to be the living idea of a paradox. So adjusted to their nature that’s contently untamed, wild, yet holding that smidgen of untold wisdom that sparks of ingenious understanding allowed them to breach, never could he have expected this. Even now that same speechless expression borders Sora’s countenance as he studies the way those dark hands worked. Knowing the perfect way to layer on the fabric, smoothing it over with a tinge of energy that ensures that ironing it down remains a pipe dream, and another rare moment for that perceived focus without the world itself caving into some dark dimension begins to be witnessed.

Damn that incentive that knows how to hit its mark! Just the mere name sparks as a keyword that causes his eyes to light up, for that curious daydream to picture the way she’d visibly either light up or get bashful at the mere sight of him. As a man, as Sora, such an idea never sounds much more appetizing to the mind and heart. It still doesn’t clear one matter however. No matter how much he can deal with it, the way these clothes uncomfortably restraints the shoulders, or how these pants felt a touch too stiff never failed  in getting the better of him.

“Seriously.. Who made this stuff like that? Mannequins are one thing, but trying to stuff people into these is setting up the road to make them one.” He declares with an obvious tinge of distaste.

That said, once Shadow backs away as the finishing touches are placed, not even he could resist giving a proper survey on how some new clothes seemingly transformed him. A low ‘whoa’ ushers from his lips as he gives a small twist to his hips and shoulders, peeking along the back and front of how the attire enriched by these fancy fabrics certainly pummeled in the prestige factor. “And just where did you learn to do set ups like this?”

Needless to say this was another new lesson to tally. Shadow knows the methodology of dressing for impressing. Giving a slow roll of his neck, a more cocksure smile blooms upon his face before he gives the entity a gentle tap of the knuckles upon his chest. At this point curiosity genuinely got the best of him, and considering how no one else would even consider this scenario, Sora feels compelled to take that very confidence and get some new lore behind their story.

“Okay, so  where did you learn this exactly? You have fun flying through those outside dumpsters when you know wicked set up ideas like this? Your ways of having fun is a bigger mystery than I thought.”

@dichotomouskey

#dichotomouskey #| Bottle mail #| Meme #Now we're talking!

[queenoftheboard]

It came at lunch, brought in the thin - fingered hands of Daigo's aniki. A brilliant, full bouquet of blooming red roses — one dozen, as was proper — with a small white card. Written in what could only be his handwriting were the words ' to the Queen of Tokyo. ' This short, sweet message was the same that came with flowers every year ; however, the significance of it was far greater on this occasion.

Daigo Dojima was in jail, accused of burning down a part of the town he loved more than his own life, but he hadn't forgotten Eirene Campbell's birthday. He always sent her some lush arrangement with a short, cryptic message that never quite gave away his identity to a passing stranger. Even from behind bars, the Tojo Clan Chairman had insisted on writing the card himself.

Occasionally, the fragrant blooms came with wine or jewelry. It was clear, though, that Daigo's mind was elsewhere for this particular birthday. Junichiro also left a thin box. Inside, on plush red lining, laid a gleaming steel knife. The handle was beautiful and featured a golden Japanese dragon that contrasted with the bright silver of the blade. It was a pocket knife, by the look of it — the sort of weapon one could hide under a dress, in a shoe, or stow away in a purse. Clearly, Daigo was worried about her safety, which was a sentiment he would never say directly to the Irishwoman.

' HAPPY BIRTHDAY ' the gifts proclaimed. Such was the same sentiment that lingered on Daigo's lips as he lounged on the bed in his cell, arms folded behind his head. A ghostly smile crossed his lips, and he said it to himself again.

"Happy birthday, Eirene," the Chairman whispered.

♕ unscripted asks . always accepting

There was a knock on the door that wouldn't have been enough to distract Eirene Campbell on most days; even her staff knew how fiercely focused the woman could be during work hours, but that was no ordinary day. Well, not one that the Quinn CEO had previously cared for at some personal capacity - but her birthday was not exactly a state secret, and many people kept calling or sending gifts out of polite courtesy or to remain in her good graces.

As a result, Eirene's focus was suffering - even if she would never admit it to anyone, she had been taking twice as long to peruse any of the documents laid over her desk. When Muriel entered at that time, she almost groaned with a mix of relief and frustration, ready to order some freshly brewed coffee (was it too early for whiskey?) before the flowers robbed her for speech for a moment.

Red roses, twelve of them - they had to be from Daigo.

"Junichiro just came by and left something for you, ma'am. I know you asked for the gifts to be kept outside, but I had a feeling you would appreciate the chance to check for the contents in this case," the personal assistant said with a tone that carried just enough mirth - a preposterous attitude in anyone else, but Muriel was lucky to be within Eirene's close circle; a person who, in private, enjoyed the benefits of speaking to the CEO more like a person and less like a queen.

The bouquet was handed over first and Eirene needed a moment to enjoy the perfume, moving to the card next - simple words, but in very familiar handwriting. The words 'queen' and 'chairman' had been used as proxy of insults once, perhaps even taunts; but on her birthday and knowing just where the sender was located, it was strangely comforting. Even behind bars... He didn't forget; the yakuza somehow managed to sign it himself.

Daigo Dojima was really impressive - Eirene was sure she had made the right choice to place him at the center of her expansion to Japan.

But the box that came with the flowers was a full blown surprise - a knife; one that could eventually be used even against the man gifting it to her, since she had been decently trained at self-defense and had no shortage of means to conceal it and carry it everywhere. After all, Eirene had long learned how strict the legislation was on fire arms in Japan - but less so on other weapons. Particularly now, when Kamurocho was into deep turmoil and different foreign powers were all trying to rob the Tojo of their rightful seat.

But there was no Quinn without the ancient Tokyo clan and, for once, the Irishwoman was focused on reclaiming the chairman seat for Daigo from the deeply suspicious Someya and who held no affection for the blonde mafia heiress - rooted in business reasons or otherwise.

But more than the useful aspect of the gift, the decoration of the item gave Eirene long pause - a dragon. There was a lot of symbology for that creature in Japan, and the CEO knew of the famed man carrying the 'Dragon of Dojima' title around, of course. But it had also been a powerful beast that inspired Eirene as a child - no actual chess piece, but a shogi one. A hand touched the dragon-shaped brooch that was placed over her chest, one of her trademark fashion choices - and then gingerly caressed the beautiful engraving of the small knife next, the gestures tender like Eirene had been given a piece of jewelry from a lover.

"Beautiful," the birthday woman finally said something, and seemingly remembered that Muriel was still there. Bicolored eyes widened for a fraction of a second, but the older female quickly regained her footing and snapped the box shut, motioning to the roses next. "Bring me a vase for these, my dear. I'll have them in my office - I'm also keeping this box; you were right to bring these directly to me," she commended her employee's instincts, but made no further comment in relation to the smile gracing the younger one's lips.

Well, it was her birthday - Eirene supposed it was alright for her to express contentment for a particular set of gifts, even if the person sending them was a major part of why she felt suddenly warm and with cheeks aflame. Luckily, not even Muriel was there anymore to pay any notice to it.

Rounding her desk and returning to the seat, Eirene placed the bouquet over the surface while waiting for the vase and removed the card from the arrangement, placing it right to the side of the decorated knife container and opening it again to glance at the piece. Beautiful, thoughtful, dangerous, very much a Japanese treasure - just like the sender.

"Muriel," the woman said next when the assistant re-entered the office with a vase already full with water, "Cancel my 4pm meeting and let the driver know we are going to the prison instead. I need to pay chairman Dojima a visit today."

#♔ answered . this is my move #dojimakaichou #v: the queen & king of the chess board (Yakuza) #murder (not yet) wifey is awake haha #how dare he be so good at gift giving #and making this ordinary day special? #she even ~blushed~ a little!

[annelizabethwrites]

Pairings: Roger Taylor X OC (Scarlett Walker); George Harrison X OC (Star Walker)

Rating: Mature (See Notes, Muses & Warnings for the actual warnings)

POV: Scarlett, Star, George, Third-Person

Warning: Mental Health struggles and Self Harm

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May 16th, 1969

It has been over one month since I talked to or saw the lads. My graduation is in not even a month away. I graduate on June 13th, and Star graduates on June 14th since Kingston didn't want their grads to graduate Friday the 13th. I didn't even know it was a bad luck day in the 1960s, but apparently, it is. Star has been honestly scaring me. Her partying is worse. I'm frightened about the number of men and women she brings home. We haven't talked to the Beatles or Maureen. Star refuses even to see her. We would talk to the Apple Gang, Mal Evans, Chris O'Dell, Derek Taylor, Alistair Taylor, and Neil Aspinall, with calls from George Martin here and there. We still talk to Cynthia and Pattie and even hang out with them. Everyone that still speaks to the lads respect our decision and doesn't try to make us talk or see them. The press has been getting a hold that we have not been seen with our rings in a month, and Ella made it very clear that it's Star and my signature thing. But today was going fine until Star ran into Kelly and my office.

"I hate men!" She yelled, "They're all pigs."

"I know. I knew since I was 16," Kelly told Star.

"What's wrong," I asked, giving her my seat.

"He walked into my work to yell at me because he thought I wrote a horrible article about him!" She started to whine.

"Who," I asked.

"George! Someone wrote an article about how we weren't seen with each other, and he thought I wrote it," Star whined.

Third Person POV (Earlier that day)

The lads were in the studio, still not believing it's been over a month since they had even seen the twins. George Martin walked in with today's Bluebird paper, and his eyes widen when he saw one of the articles. The lads saw his expression and asked what was wrong. Martin said nothing. John then grabbed the paper out of his hand and, with big black letters, 'Beatle twins left the Beatles for the toxicity of the band.' Automatically, John thought Star had written this.

"That bitch!" John yelled, passing the paper to the others, "She leaves us and writes an article saying it's our fault!"

"Well, our toxicity pushed them away," Ringo tried to defend the twins. Paul and George didn't have it. They seriously did think Star wrote the article. George grabbed the paper and stormed out of the studio. He collected his anger and drove to Star's work. The secretary told him to wait at the conference while someone got Star. Star was working on a side piece. It was an article about what happened the night they all stopped talking. She's planning to put it in the paper to shut everyone up and say it was no one's fault, just things happen.

"Walker, someone is waiting for you in the conference room," Her boss walked to her desk. Star got confused and grabbed her piece, so no one took it. She walked in to see George, her heart dropped, but she took a deep breath and put on a professional mask.

"Hello, Mr. Harrison. What can I help you with?" Star calmly said. Mr. Harrison, what the fuck?! they both thought in different pretext. George was a more confused pretext, while Star was annoyed with herself and felt stupid. George cleared his throat, trying to find words to come out of his mouth. For the first time in over a month, he was speechless. Star gave him a 'Come on; you can tell me' look.

"We read the paper. We're not okay with the article you wrote about us," George finally worded a sentence.

"What article?" Star looked at him.

"You know the article where you blamed our toxicity for you and Scarlett leaving us." George hissed.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about," Star stayed calm. George pulled the paper out of his pocket and passed it to Star. They both tried to avoid physical contact, knowing where it took them the last time. Star read the article; disgusted with the writing and the thought that the lads thinks she wrote this.

"I didn't write this," Star snapped, giving George the article back.

"Well, if it wasn't you, how did this person know we aren't talking anymore?"

"I don't know. Scarlett and I don't have our rings on, and that's our signature trademark. Plus, we haven't been seen with you guys for over a month." Star looked into George's eyes. She then looked down, not allowing herself to meet his gaze, "One, this isn't my writing style. Two, I would never talk badly about you or the lads. Three that isn't even my name, the author is Jude Walrus, that is some fake name."

"And?" George's brows furrowed.

"Wow, you actually think I wrote this?" Star felt a little hurt.

"I mean, your middle name is Judith. You could simply put that for a pen name."

"You see, I don't use pen names, and you know that. Using pen names is taking the easy way out from criticism."

"I mean, I have been told you're not yourself lately. This wouldn't surprise me. You simply could've just pulled a Nancy with the state you're in," George said it so coldly it broke Star, but she refused to let him win.

"Fine, I don't give a flipping fuck if you think I wrote this rubbish. This is why I decided to leave you guys anyways!" Star snapped coldly, then pulled out her article and handed it to George, "This is what I wrote about what happened. You can give it back to me when you and the others are done. Goodbye, Mr. Harrison."

Star turned her heel and walked out, fighting back her tears. She asked to take the rest of the day off, then drove to Scarlett's work and started talking to her about it.

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George stood in the office feeling like a complete dick. He walked out and went into his car.

"Fuck!" He yelled, then hit the steering wheel. He grabbed Star's article and started to read it. George finished reading the article, and Star was right; she didn't say a bad thing about the lads. He felt terrible for doing that and wanted to tell her he was sorry, but he knew it would make things worse. He returned to the studio and showed the lads the article Star wrote about them. Roger, Freddie, Brian, Elaina, Linda, Cynthia, Pattie, Eric, Maureen, Yoko, Kelly, and the Apple gang met about fixing the twins and the Beatles' relationship. Seeing what was going on from a different point of view, they all saw how much these six people needed each other. They are trying to make the six talk before the twins' graduations. So far, they are having trouble with what to do since they know the twins and the lads are the most stubborn and prideful people they have ever met.

George's POV

I gave the lads the paper Star wrote, and you can see the difference between the two articles. I truly felt bad for how I acted towards her, and to be honest, when she called me Mr. Harrison, it made me feel weird. She calls me Hazza, Geo, Georgie, George, and Harrison but never Mr. Harrison. I only want to hear Star calling me Mr. Harrison on our wedding day. Hell! What am I even saying? If she would ever decide to date me? I constantly broke her heart. I told her we would never work and then go and date Pattie.

I got married to Pattie and had Star be the witness. Not to mention I've been sleeping over her flat, giving her hope for us, and then I crush it by my affair with Maureen. I didn't mean... in a way. I was just so frustrated with everything. I tested these mushrooms with Pattie, Ringo, and Mo, and I realized she was Beautiful. I did like her, but I never meant to hurt Pattie or Star, but I did, and there were times when I mistook Mo for Star... not my best moments. Also, why am I getting shit on because Mo could have easily said no or stopped the affair, but she didn't? I know that's not the point, but I fucked up because apparently, I have been confessing my love to Star to every blonde woman I know besides her. What the hell is wrong with me when it comes to that girl? I've always been like this since I met her back in 1957. When I met her at the lunch table, I always had this feeling for her that I could never really shake off. But I like it when I'm with her. She makes everything happy and calm. I wanted to go and talk to her after the first week from the fight when Elaina barged in and told us Star wouldn't stop partying. I wanted to go to the flat and hold her until I knew she was okay, but I knew I was part of the reason.

"You okay, George?" Ringo asked, snapping me out of my train of thought.

"Yeah," I sighed.

"You miss her, don't you," Ringo asked, "I miss them both."

John and Paul weren't in the room. I'm guessing they went out for a smoke. Ringo isn't as mad as me as everyone thinks. He somehow forgave me. He also knew the whole time. Once Pattie got speculation about it, she told Ringo. I guess Pattie was why Star never knew because the night of the fight was when I broke the news to the lads that Pattie and I were getting divorced. Then Ringo commented on the affair, which brought it into the fight, leading to the more significant battle that caused the twins to no longer want us in their lives.

Scarlett's POV

After Star left to gods know where and Kelly had been long gone, I just sat at my desk, grabbing the family picture out of my drawer. I saw how happy we all were. We took this picture when Yoko and Linda came into the family, but Yoko didn't want to be in the picture. She didn't, but Cynthia was there because she dropped off Julian, so she sat next to John. We all looked happy and looked like there was nothing wrong. I heard a knock on the door and put the picture back into my drawer.

"Come in," I yelled. Star walked back in.

"I have nowhere to go besides here. I called out for the rest of the day," Star went over and sat next to me and put her head on my shoulder, "I still love him."

"I know," I patted her head, "Want to go eat ice cream and cry about this?"

"Sure," she said, "What are you telling Kelly?"

"She has been gone for over an hour. I think it's safe to go on an ice cream break," I got up and wrote a note just in case Kelly returned. I locked her office. Then we went for ice cream. We got into the car and drove to the closest shop. We drove around and ate the ice cream in the office.

"It's weird eating ice cream without the lads," Star commented, "I mean, we all would eat tubs and-"

"Make fun of each other," I interrupted, "It's weird to do many things without the lads. But we decided, even though I want to take it back."

"Same, but I'm pissed at them. They seriously thought I wrote that rubbish," Star started to eat her ice cream with anger, "I mean, they called George an unfaithful arse. I would never call him that since Pattie was also being unfaithful."

"Scar..." Star's tone changed into something quieter.

"Hm?" I looked at her.

"I- I want to get sober," Star looked at her ice cream, "I have been reflecting, and I noticed that I am and have been messing everyone up with this. I know my problems haven't been helping you mentally. Once Venessa and Payton found out, they called me up and said how disappointed they are in me... and the more I think, the more I realize I'm becoming Nancy."

"Oh, Star... you're not becoming Nancy. Who put that thought in your head?" I softly looked at her as tears started to roll down her face.

"Everyone that knows gave me the cold hard truth," Star mumbled, "I'm tired, y'know, and as much as this is all fun and games. I'm losing myself in the partying. And I want it to stop... Yeah, my PTSD will worsen, and so will the depression and anxiety, but I can't do this to my family anymore. Selfishly I've been choosing the numbness of the substances over my own family, and I needed to lose them to realize it, which is fucking sad."

I put my ice cream on my desk and hugged Star. She placed her ice cream on my desk and cried into my arms. I held her tight and tried to comfort her; not going to lie, I'm happy to see she finally realized she needed help, but it breaks me seeing her like this.

"Hey, it's going to be okay. I'm here for you through thick and thin," I looked at her.

"You don't have to. I'm a bitch. You should've kicked me and my bullshit out months ago," Star muttered.

"You're my twin, my other half, my best friend since birth. I can take your bitchiness as long as you take mine," I placed my head on her.

"Thank you... I never really said that to you," Star muttered.

"No need to, I know," I muttered. Once Star collected herself, she grabbed her ice cream, and we both ate the frozen goodness while talking about lighter topics to ease her mind. It wasn't long before I heard arguing in the hallway, then Kelly walking in, shouting before closing the door.

"Anne is such a bitch!" Kelly scoffed as she looked at Star and me, "Hey girls."

"Your boss is scaring me," Star ate her ice cream.

"You guys got ice cream without me?" She walked over and took mine and took a spoonful. She gave it back to me and smiled, "Also, what are you guys doing tomorrow night?"

"I dunno," Star and I shrugged.

"Maybe we can go out?" Kelly asked, "I got a babysitter."

"Ummm...." I looked at Star as she shrugged.

"I'm giving up partying, so I can't be at bars," Star exclaimed.

"That's exciting! I heard there's this new place. It's a restaurant that has a sober speakeasy during the night. It's called the Coffee Lounge." Kelly smiled, "You guys in? Can we call Freddie to make plans?"

Kelly started to become friends with everyone in my friend group since we took her out over a month ago. I picked up my phone and dialed Freddie's market number to the other end of the wires. Man, I miss iPhones.

"Hello, Freddie speaking," After a few rings, Freddie answered.

"Rocky, it's Carla."

"Hey, Carla, what's up, darling!"

"Kelly wants to go out and told me to call you. We want to try this new place called the Coffee Lounge."

"Oh, I have a perfect Idea. We can throw a pub party!"

"Rocky, I don't think that will be a great idea."

"Why not Carla? We finally can get Star a guy, invite people you can go to a bar and not see your boyfriend play... I have to call you back. I need to plan this out!" Freddie hung up on me. What did I just create...

May 17th, 1969

Star told me she told Sienna, but Sienna didn't take it well. Star started to get sick, but she wanted to have fun tonight. Star and I wore the same outfit, a mini skirt, a shirt, and boots. I put on light makeup and messed my hair up but let it down wavy while Star did her partying look for one last time. Star and I walked out of my room as Kelly and Elaina talked, and they turned over to look at us.

"I think I am proud of you guys," Elaina stated, "You finally listened to me on wearing a mini skirt!"

"Well, I never wore them that much because the lads didn't want us to wear them," I rolled my eyes. We heard a knock on the door. It was the boys. Freddie wanted us to go together so we didn't get lost. Roger looked at me, bit his lip, and gave me a toothy grin. I walked up to him.

"Hi, love," I kissed him.

"Hi, love," He whispered, "You look lovely today."

"I can tell when you bit your lip," I smirked. We got to the place, and I was right, 'small' and 'party' don't go in the same sentence for Freddie. The place was packed. Everyone started to go around and greeted Freddie. How many people did he know? We found a booth, and Freddie finally found his way back to us as Star and I examined the place. Everyone besides Star and me had this smirk on their face, and I didn't know why. I quickly decided to get the drinks and see how sober this place advertised. I ordered the drinks and started to wait.

"It's a trap!" Star ran up to me.

"What are you talking about?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Look who just walked in," Star pointed to the door. I looked over to see the Beatles and their wives.

"You gotta be kidding me," I sighed.

"It's a trap! They're trying to make us talk to them," Star started to freak out, "I can't see George. It was so embarrassing yesterday. I called him Mr. Harrison!"

"Well, tonight, you might have to play that game," I grinned. Star started to get angry once Maureen and Linda came our way. She was still pissed at Maureen.

"Hey girls," The two smiled as Star looked at Maureen.

"Yeah, I don't waste my time with... y'know," Star got snappy, grabbed her drink, and stormed back to the table.

"Still pissed," I coughed.

"You think?" Maureen looked at me.

"Well... you did have an affair with the person she's in love with... and knew," I coughed.

"You look nice," Linda tried to change the conversation.

"Thank you, you're glowing," I smiled. It wasn't long before the others joined. I grabbed the drinks and was about to walk away when I felt someone grabbing my arm.

"Stop being childish, Scarlett," John said.

"Sorry, Mr. Lennon, I don't know what you're talking about," I blankly stared at him.

"Oh, don't give me Mr. Lennon shit. It's me! John, Johnnyboy, Winnie, or whatever you call me. I've known you since you were two days old!" John snapped.

"Well, I'm sorry, but I told you, I didn't want to see you guys again," I looked into John's eyes, who were breaking, then looked at the other three lads, "Goodbye."

I turned around and returned to the booth, trying to fight the tears. Roger saw it didn't go so smoothly. Roger helped me with the drinks, then hugged me. We broke the hug, sat down, and talked to our friends. I could feel the lads' glare at us.

Third-person POV

The night is almost over, and Roger, Freddie, Brian, Elaina, Linda, Maureen, Yoko, and Kelly, or the Beatle savors, are losing hope. Freddie then had a good idea and suggested Put Your Head On My Shoulder to the band. Knowing John and Scarlett's song, the intro started to play, and Scarlett looked at John. John looked at Scarlett then Scarlett looked away. John had gotten the idea of making Scarlett jealous and grabbed Yoko, and they started to dance to the song. Scarlett looked over and rolled her eyes.

"That was our song," She mumbled. Roger noticed she was a little upset with John dancing with Yoko to their song.

"Do you wanna dance?" he asked, and she nodded. They went to the dance floor and started to slow dance. Scarlett put her head on Roger's shoulder, and they began singing the lyrics. John noticed, making him equally sad and hurt, but he acted like he didn't see them. Next was Can't Help Falling In Love; not only was this Star's favorite song, but this was also Star and George's song. George looked at Star, but Star refused even to try, knowing it would just break her in the long run. Scarlett walked up and gently grabbed Star.

"Come on, your dancing," Scarlett brought Star to the dance floor. They both started to dance and laugh. The two began to sing to the lyrics.

"You know, you can just talk to her." Roger walked up to George. George looked at Roger, "You want to, so go."

"No, it won't end so well," George took a sip of his drink, "How's she doing?"

"Scarlett told me yesterday that Star decided to get sober. She's a little sick now but didn't want to miss tonight." Roger told him, as George felt a little proud that Star finally got sober after fighting with her about it for five years.

Later...

As the night went on, the more sick Star got. Roger drove the twins home, knowing Scarlett was worried for her twin. Soon as they got to the flat, Star threw up, and her withdrawal symptoms started. Star changed and tried to sleep, preparing herself for the long haul she set upon herself by going down this road many years earlier. Roger quickly left to get changed as Scarlett got changed, went out on the balcony, and made a fire. She was lost in her thoughts. She started to think about how it was her turn to get help since Star finally did. Scarlett started to believe it was time to tell Roger about at least her depression. She still doesn't know what to say to him about her traumatic childhood since that is always the deal-breaker. Roger returned and walked to the balcony to see Scarlett, deep in thought. He knocked on the door bringing Scarlett's attention to him.

"Hey," Scarlett smiled.

"Hey, you alright?" Roger asked, walking over to sit next to Scarlett.

"Depends," Scarlett mumbled and looked at him, "I want to tell you something, but I'm afraid to tell you because it usually drives others away."

Roger's face softened. He moved closer to Scarlett, kissed her on the temple, then whispered, "You can tell me anything. I'm not going anywhere."

"Promise?" Scarlett looked at him as Roger nodded. 𑁍TW: Mental Health struggles and Self Harm𑁍 Scarlett started to play with the end of her sleeves, taking in a deep breath, "I'm not ready to tell the full story, but I had a shitty childhood. The lads were my only family because after my dad died, the best part of my actual family went away. But there was this one person in my family, that wasn't any of my siblings; this person sometimes made it hard to live...."

"... After everything, Star and I got diagnosed with severe depression and two other things that aren't important right now...." Scarlett glued her vision to the fire while tears fell down her face, "... I would sometimes fall into my depression, and I would feel like I'm suffocating from this unknown substance. The only way to escape was when this numbness sensation hits after I..."

Scarlett couldn't finish the sentence. She just looked down and rolled up her sleeves, her old ones aren't that visible, but her more recent ones are. Roger gently grabbed Scarlett's hands and tenderly brought them to his lips as he softly kissed them. Scarlett shockingly looked up that he didn't get up and walk off like her other boyfriends did when she told them. Roger let go of her hands and wiped the tears off her face.

"I'm here for you, okay? I'm not going anywhere. If there is anything I can do, please let me know. I don't want you to feel like harming yourself is the only way out of your depression," Roger softly spoke. Scarlett was having a bit of culture shock. The only time she got a similar reaction was when Star found out. When Ringo found out, he freaked out on her and then later apologized for freaking out. All the boyfriends she told just got up and walked out or dumped her on the spot, saying they wanted someone more mentally stable. That was one of the reasons why Scarlett was so afraid to tell anyone. Every time Scarlett told someone that was a guy, they gave her such a negative response it freaked her out, thinking her mental health was a burden she should quietly battle alone.

"Thank you... every guy I had ever told gave me the opposite reaction... that's why only Star knows," Scarlett sniffled.

"Well, those guys should be ashamed for responding like that," Roger looked at her.

May 23rd, 1969- Scarlett's POV

Roger came over for dinner last night. He wanted to check on how I was doing. Elaina went on a date with her boyfriend and never came home last night. I woke up to Star throwing up; I turned around to look at the clock.

"Shit," I quickly got up, noticing I would be late for classes. I put on a white button-down shirt, a black and white skirt, and a black tie for the shirt. Then I ran to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and quickly put some of my hair up with a clip. I grabbed my jacket, bag, and heels and rushed out. By the time I was downstairs, my shoes and jacket were on. I tried to run to the bus stop without falling on my ass since I couldn't walk in heels. I missed the bus, Fuckkkkkkkkk. I sighed and started to run to school, hoping I would not be that late.

A few blocks later...

I finally got to a bus stop with a bus going to my school. Once I got to Ealing, I ran to my first-day class. I tried to sneak in, but I got caught. Freddie, Elaina, and Tim were all in my class. They saw me sneak in and started to laugh.

"Shush," I muttered, sitting in my seat.

"I see you finally decided to join the class, Ms. Walker," my professor smirked.

"Sorry," I sunk into my seat.

Later...

"Why were you so late?" Tim asked as we walked to our next class.

"My alarm didn't go off, and I woke up late... I can't drive, so I had to use the bus since El didn't come home, and I missed the bus," I sighed, heard a crack, and fell. Tim started to laugh a bit as I groaned. I looked back and noticed my heel broke. Can today get any worse?

"You good short stack?" Tim looked at me.

"Fucking amazing," I breathed out, getting up, then I heard the same crack, but this time Tim caught me.

"I don't think you should be wearing heels," Tim laughed.

"You think?" I sighed, taking off my heels and throwing them away, "I'll just go barefoot, I guess."

After classes...

"Ms. Walker, stay behind, please," Professor Evans said as people started to pack up.

"Told you, you'll get in trouble by not wearing shoes," Elaina looked at me.

"Shut it, would ya?" I rubbed my face. I walked down to her desk and tried to put on a face. She looked at my outfit.

"Where the fuck are your shoes?" Cordelia, Professor Evans, looked at me.

"They broke, like my energy for today," I sighed as Cordelia blankly looked at me.

"What?"

"I'm having a bad day, okay," I rubbed my face, "My shoes broke."

"Here," Cordelia opened her drawer and gave me a pair of shoes, "Do you have a ride to work?"

"Nope, I got the bus," I shrugged.

"Don't you have a license?"

"It got taken away after my December accident."

"Come on. I'm driving you," Cordelia walked out. She drove me to work as I quickly did my makeup for work. I walk in to hear yelling and things breaking. I bit my inner cheeks because most times when something like this happens, my brain will link it to a Nancy situation then I go into a PTSD attack. I walked into Kelly's office to see Anne and Kelly arguing again.

"Then have it your way! I quit anyway!" Anne hissed.

"Thank fucking god," Kelly rolled her eyes as Anne started to trash Kelly's office. Anne screamed, reminding me of when Nancy got in her anger lashes. I felt my hands begin to shake; before it got worse, I ran to the closest bathroom. I locked the door as I sensed my nerves building up, and I suddenly wasn't in the bathroom at work but at my childhood home with Star getting attacked by Nancy...

Minutes later...

I walked out of the bathroom and saw Anne storm out with a box of her stuff and her assistant. I got to Kelly's office, and she was cleaning Anne's mess.

"Sorry, I... Um..." I coughed.

"You had either a PTSD or a panic attack," Kelly looked at me as I froze.

"I'm... how did you... ?" I felt lost in words.

"Your face, I can tell, plus I saw you walk in then slowly walk out and run to the bathroom," Kelly looked at me. We cleaned her office, and by the time we finished cleaning it and organizing it, the day was over. Kelly and I dragged ourselves outside, and I saw Roger waiting outside for me. I smirked and walked over and hugged him.

"Hi," Roger laughed.

"Hi," I softly spoke.

"You alright?" Roger asked.

"Just had a shitty day," I breathed out, "I just want to go home and have a twin date with Star because I know withdrawal is kicking her ass."

"Alright," Roger kissed me on the top of my head, and we drove to my flat. I thanked him with a kiss; then, we shared our goodbyes and another kiss. I walked up the stairs and opened the door to see Star wrapped in every blanket in the flat.

"You alright?" I looked at her.

"I'm fucking dying," She glared.

"You're not dying," I sighed, "Twin date?"

"Yeah," Star tried to smile, "Scar... can you please get your dying sister her favorite Fettuccine Alfredo from the Premier?"

"You're not dying, but alright, can I shower first?" I asked as she nodded. I took a shower, changed into sweats, and called Roger to see if he could drive me. I left, as Star was still on the couch.

Star's POV

Scarlett left to get food; It wasn't long before I heard the door again. That was quick. Scarlett didn't walk into the living room. But instead, it was her. Maureen walked in, and I could clearly tell who she would see after.

"Out," I glared, "I don't want to see you."

"I want to talk," Maureen sat on the coffee table across from me, "I heard you're getting clean. That's exciting."

"Alright, bye," I pulled the blankets closer to me.

"Star," Maureen frowned.

"No, not that. You don't deserve to fucking frown when I don't want to talk," I snapped.

"But, Star, you don't understand. It's been hard, Y'know, with the changes!" Maureen started to tear up, "I was vulnerable, and so was George at the time! We didn't mean it!"

Maureen burst into tears, crying in front of me. Saying how hard life has been and how she and George were a mistake. I didn't know if it was my jealousy, anger, or both, but I had enough of this bullshit. I took my hand out of the many blankets and slapped Maureen. She looked at me in shock as my anger rose.

"You don't get to fucking cry about how hard life is! You don't get to do that! You have a husband and two fucking sons! Were they once a thought when you were fucking Pattie's husband? Did it even occur to you who this would hurt?! Did you even fucking care that you were betraying Pattie, Ringo, and I? Or fuck us!" I snapped, "Plus, it's not a fucking mistake! It wouldn't be a fucking months affair if it were a mistake! I know it's still going on because of how you're dressed! I don't want to fucking hear it! Fuck you and get out!"

Maureen looked at me as I glared at her. Maureen got up, holding where I slapped her, and she ran off.

Scarlett's POV

"Seriously, I'll pay for you. Just order your dinner. It's the least I could do since you drove me," I looked at Roger.

"I'm fine, seriously," Roger opened the door as we walked in. I won with a little more persuasion, and Roger ordered with me. I paid. While we waited, Roger put his arms around me.

"You alright?" Roger whispered in my ear as I nodded.

"I'm alright, truly. I had some me time in the shower," I looked at Rog.

"As long you're alright," Roger kissed me. We got our food and drinks. Then Roger drove me home. We said our goodbyes and shared a kiss before I went home.

"Star, I'm home," I walked in to see Star crying.

"What's wrong?" I walked over.

"Mo came in to apologize," Star ranted, grabbing her food and gobbling down, "I told her to fuck off."

"You alright?" I took a bite of my burger.

"Yeah..." Star looked at me, "I have a question."

"Hm?" I looked at her.

"We got a magazine offer. It could be published by May 31st. I want to do it," Star looked at me.

"When you get better, yeah?" I looked at her as she nodded.

June 5th, 1969- Third-Person POV

After the remark a few days back with Star and the lads plus the magazine with the twins. There has been no success for the "Beatles Savors" in breaking this foolish fight. They had to go to the last resort, the twins graduated in a week, and they will do anything to have the lads there. Already knowing it hurt the lads when Star didn't come out to them, let the lads find out in the magazine. Chris was the first to make a move.

"Hello?" Chris ringed up the twins' flat.

"Chris?" Scarlett yawned.

"Hey Scar!" Chris smiled.

"What's up?" Scarlett asked.

"We need you and Star again," Chris lied.

"For?" Scarlett rubbed her eyes.

"For a song," Chris lied over these few months. If one of the lads' songs needed the twins' touch, the twins would listen to the song in Apple, add their touches then leave.

"What time?" Scarlett sighed.

"Could 11 work?" Chris asked.

"Sure," Scarlett shrugged.

Hour one- 11 am...

The twins walked into Apple studios. They're in the live room, waiting for someone to come in.

"Look who finally showed up," John scoffed as he and the lads walked in. The twins turned around and saw the lads.

"Oh fuck no," Scarlett trotted to the door and noticed the door was locked.

"You six aren't leaving until you guys make up." the group turned to see: Roger, Freddie, Brian, Tim, Elaina, Linda, Cynthia, Pattie, Eric, Maureen, Yoko, Kelly, and the Apple gang looking at them.

"Really?" Scarlett sighed.

"Was locking us in here your last resort?" Star asked.

"Yes," the Beatles savors all said.

"Fuck you guys, it's not going to work," Star muttered.

"It's pointless, really," Scarlett sat on the other side of the room with Star.

"We're not talking to them," John scoffed.

"Oh, so we're on the same page for once," Star rolled her eyes.

"You six are really fucking stubborn. You know that?" Freddie said, "We all have been seeing that the twins can't function without the lads, and the lads can't function without the twins. So make up for god's sakes."

"Nah," the lads and twins all said.

"Alright then, I guess we'll wait until you guys make up," Freddie said.

"You know this is going to take hours, right?" Neil looked at everyone in the control rooms, "As long as I've known at least the original five, it will not take an hour or two."

"They're stubborn, always have been," Cynthia shrugged.

✌︎︎♡︎

The lads and twins are having a staring contest while everyone else is bored out of their minds. Star broke the gaze first after her eyes met with George's.

"Hey, control room people, what happens if we're hungry or have to hit the loo?" Star asked.

"Food, we have that covered. Bathroom no, so I guess you have to make up," Kelly answered.

"Great," Star muttered. Scarlett broke her gaze, went into her bag to find her portable sketchbook, and started drawing.

Hour four- 2 pm...

Hours two and three were silent, killing Star since she hates silence. Star wrote in her journal as Scarlett was sketching. Since then, the lads talked to each other and didn't have anything on them.

"I'm hungry," George groaned as the twins broke their sketching and writing.

"You're always hungry," everyone in the live room said, which sparked some hope but soon destroyed it.

"Hey, control people," Scarlett called out.

"What?" Elaina asked.

"Can we Please have food, I can hear George's stomach rumble from the other side of the room, and it's as obnoxious as him," Scarlett rolled her eyes.

Hour five- 3 pm...

Everyone got their food. They also had snacks. Everyone in the control room was talking. The twins and lads didn't hear a thing they were saying.

"I'm betting on George and Star. They'll make up first," Pattie shrugged.

"No, those two are the most far apart of making up. Star is fucking pissed at him," Chris shook her head.

"But, she did get sober for him," Elaina shrugged, "After he visited her work, she got sober."

"I bet the twins and John's much closer than any trio or duo," Neil said.

"Has a point," Roger shrugged.

"Still betting on George and Star," Pattie shrugged.

"Y'know, it's peculiar for you rooting for your ex-husband to be with the person he technically cheated on you with," Freddie looked at Pattie.

"Being more technical, she's the last straw of my marriage, not Star." Pattie pointed to Mo with her head as Mo sunk in her seat, "Plus, it's not weird because we all know she's the only one that can truly make a difference on him."

"She can," Eric shrugged.

"She always could. George's mum always thought that since they met," Neil added, "Even I noticed a bit of a change when they met."

Hour eight- 6pm...

"Hey, control room people," Scarlett yelled.

"We liked to be called Beatle savors," Kelly responded.

"Well, then Beetle savers, who are babysitting your children since I'm the babysitter for Jason, Julian, Heather, and Zak."

"They're all getting watched by my sitter," Kelly responded, "But nice try to get out of there."

Hour twelve- 11 pm...

"Come on, guys, you've been there for twelve hours!" Linda yawned, "Do something."

"Okay, can we leave now?" everyone in the Live room said.

"No."

"Oh, come on, that is doing something!" Star yelled.

"Not leaving until you guys make up," Roger responded.

"Y'know, I'm starting to hate you, Taylor," Star groaned as Scarlett nudged her. It wasn't long before everyone in the live room fell asleep from pure boredom, and the control room people did.

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♕ - “…….” As the words press themselves down into the core of his psyche, an instant shiver kicks through his being, mercilessly and strong while a fitful shake is barely contained by his body. These words, too close, they were hitting depths that only his greatest nightmares and quietest fears laid to rest. For a moment actual thought couldn’t touch true as the emotions of it all drew such a visceral fear out in the wake of this conversation.

Self-sacrifice.

Martyrdom.

The way his efforts could be as potentially disastrous as any villain’s to those he cares for.

….

Sora’s hands had immediately slammed upon the table while the weight of it all stirs within his heart. A tinge of searing heat, his anger, burned strong within those cerulean pools, no differently from how the cold feat aimed to seize his entirely mind. “What..” The word is sputtered out uncharacteristically, an invisible thread found and truthfully there’s no clue as to what Dainsleif was meaning by all of this. Forced conclusions would only make things awkward, but the things he said, how painfully close they cut to the name of sacrifice he did make.

WHAT DO YOU DO? How can you truly pull forth a victory that can let your loved ones find rest? Just the sole fact alone that so many of his thoughts crashed into this question, only to burn and melt away, it only makes that mounting guilt boil heavier within the core of his soul. Just the thought of days they’re spending, miserable, remorseful, having someone they care for become the root of so many hurtful thoughts and agonies that could lead to sleepless nights.. oh, it caused him to shudder. Before him lies a vicious cycle for those can only grasp at half-victories, sacrificial futures.

He hates this feeling. Shame bubbled forth in his heart while growing mountain tucked in the recesses of his mind become all the more clear. Belief may have confirmed they’d work to find him, just as he’d work to return, but that was a fallacy in terms of considering how much suffering is woven between those days. The keybearer’s irises wavered before he draws in a sudden breath, snapping his eyes shut. Everything at this point revealed too much before the Twilight Sword and that uncomfortable end of vulnerability spiked. He wants to yell, he wants to ask, another part of him wants to let these frustrated tears fall in a place where Dainsleif wouldn’t have to see these acrid emotions vent themselves out.

Jumping to conclusions, a fine thing to do. The reflections of his statement just made the stale ends of his heart breathe, knowing that he fits such a description perfectly.

He remembers the bittersweet smile and the warm flow of tears from his childhood friend, a lovely woman who meant WORLDS to him. That without a second thought, he’d wage countless wars against fate itself in order to let time be spent together.

…And how in the strictest sense, he left her in the cradle of their cosmos.

Looking Dainsleif in the eye in this moment is impossible, stinging eyes and the bitter tears flowing making another sharp shudder cast through him.

”Where are you going with this..” His voice heatedly demands, despite the way it wavers, this in itself is a regret cause why would he ever want to talk to a companion like this? However, parts of his heart shattered and restitched from the horrors of the Keyblade War held a particular fragility, the very sort the Twilight Sword’s prodding has discovered. Sora hadn’t expected that when hints of his story was shared, an aspect like this awaited.. maybe it was a foolhardy hope. He didn’t seek approval for the actions made.. and yet, he truly didn’t know what to expect.

What found themselves stale, the damaged parts of losing those close and losing himself… Was he even ready to face this?

Words spoken from the bottom of one’s heart should never have a card to get out of jail when they are hurtful for others or they bring grave consequences that could’ve been avoided by having a different word choice or cherry-picking the right moment to address that which must’ve been weighing them before letting it out. Dáinsleif is no exception to this rule whatsoever. Ever the calculating and down-to-earth individual that he erected himself as, his words held no malice. They were observations based on the knowledge Sora provided him with about his person, about what he learned about him in their journeys together and the lengths he’s willing to reach as he bears witness of them.

The prospect that he would endure unnecessary danger and the sorrows of the past to have a better understanding of him is testament of what a bleeding heart he harbors— and what furthered Dáinsleif into thinking long and hard about the light bearer’s decision that had brought him to the point where he is. Alone, in an unknown world where its gods reject him for what he represents as a whole.

His prolonged education in the art of body language for centuries that predate the beginning of his own misery is most useful in this moment to pay attention to Sora’s. From the most subtle eye widening to the change of demeanor from his usual bubble self to looking as if he were a fawn on the crosshairs of a carnivore… though his neutral features did nothing to match with his inner turmoil, the fallen luminary’s heart constricted painfully within the confines of his ribcage. It made him feel guilty for letting a more emotional side of him show at the notion that this seems to bring pain to the other. Alas, sooner or later this topic had to be brought. It may not be him nor anywhere close in the future in the event that he finds a way back home, but one day one of his closest ones would if this persisted.

❝Your journey has been punctuated time and time again by events in which you treaded betwixt the fine line of life and death, yes? Moments in which you would’ve given your everything if that meant ensuring someone else’s safety, no matter the price you must pay.❞ Strong arms cross over his chest in a moment’s pause, to let the chestnut hair digest and give him time to ready himself for what follows. Let it be no doubt that he sees a noble heart in Sora for committing all these acts he has told him about— however, they can bring him forward for as long if he keeps disregarding his life like that.

Like he almost did by peering into the events of his own life in Khaenri’ah, no matter their nature as memories imprinted in Ley Lines— they are still real. He knows… because he subjected himself to living on his own skin all these recollections of the Anima Mundi centuries ago.

❝I have no doubts that you bear a good heart, devoid of any illness every time a moment like this sprung. Nonetheless—❞ The moment when the Twilight Sword of old takes notice of the avoidance of cerulean irises from his own azure ones, he has to stop. Icy sapphires soften at the sign of trembling eyes about to spill tears, thus he turns his back completely from Sora. Not because he has any harsh thoughts about people whom weep nor the stirring sentiment of guilt that he suppresses to the best of his ability so he may get his message across —he will deal with his own emotions later, away from the other’s presence—, but out of an extended respect to not watch him crumble when the warrior from afar showed signs of wanting to hide from his gaze. To give him the privacy he needs to let his feelings flow to his heart’s content.

And another silence ensues, this time longer to allow the other work on his sentiments if that is what he wishes, or consider his words if he needs so. Facing the harsh reality is never easy, but it certainly is better to confront it head-on and learn for oneself’s betterment rather than never doing so and meet a gruesome end that may beget questions of the likeness: What could have I done to not reach to this undesirable point? He prays that it is not late for him. ❝Your noble acts have flaws. One time you might be spared by some grace’s mercy until it won’t ever happen again. Whatever occurred at the end of that war led you here, but what if it didn’t? What if that was the last of what your loved ones would see of you, to never find you again?❞

Roseate lips part to heave a sigh, fair strands of blonde swaying gently with a shake of his head. ❝You ought to work on your own self-preservation, is what I mean to say. For you first and foremost— and for them. For those whom must be waiting for your return.❞

#◟༺✦༻◞ May your soul be your guiding light back home┊Sora → valorxdrive.┊ #◟༺✦༻◞ Lament of a fallen seraph ┊Thread.┊ #◟༺✦༻◞ Sapphire flames in their wake ┊IC.┊ #◟༺✦༻◞ τόμος θ: Λυκόφως οι θεοί που πέφτουν┊Advent of Ragnarök.┊ #◟༺✦༻◞ Aria of the Hearts ┊Light termination.┊ #◟༺✦༻◞ Memories are all but forgotten in the river of time ┊Queue.┊

[tobiotetsu]

strays

chapter one: sit 

pairing: Tojixf!reader, ft Naoya

genre: angst, 18+, NSFW, age gap, cheating, a teaspoon of fluff

Summary: In the jujutsu world, they hate to see a woman thrive. They’d do anything to tie her down to marriage to make her incapable of succeeding. So when the Zen’in clan sees a woman associated with their rival clan, the Gojos, who’s a young successful jujutsu sorcerer capable of creating change in their wicked society, they try to break her down. Unfortunately for the Zen’in’s, their very own stray has his sights set on her.

word count: 4.3k

chapter warnings: violence, naoya being himself, grammar mistakes, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

a/n: I have such a fat toji brain rot rn so I decided to write a series for him. lets see if I’ll finish this one! feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated<3 hope you enjoy!  (the lovely fan art i used for the header is from @ jj59u on twitter!)

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You could swear you saw stars spinning as you hit the ground. You were definitely rusty but this? This was too much. Maki and Megumi handed you your ass more times than you could count.

“You know you’re supposed to be our teacher right? What were you even doing in Morocco?” Megumi said as he extended his arm to you.

“I went to check up on Yuuta, Megumi, I’m sorry I didn’t train every second” you spat out at him with an eye roll. He responded with a disappointed stare and turned away.

You knew he was only saying those things for your best interest. And the worst part was he was right. You couldn’t afford to be rusty, not when you had a complicated tie to one of the big three clans and especially not when you were a female jujutsu sorcerer.

“Gojo said you’re taking us today!” you’re brought back from your thoughts as Maki shouted across the room. “Something about him and a far more important affair than taking the next generation to their doom.”

You let out a small laugh. Of course, Gojo would leave you to drive Maki and Megumi to this month’s monthly Zen’in meeting. Even though they didn’t associate with their clan, their blood held power that could never be taken away. A blood claim was the highest claim that could be made, therefore to save them from future chaos with exiled members, they pretend to be on good terms with them. If they did not attend these meetings, it could result in death. The only one to never attend was Megumi's father but apparently, he was known as a “special case”. The Zen’in clan was the definition of playing dirty, so to avoid the worst, Gojo advised both his Zen’in students to attend such meetings without resistance.

“Of fucking course he did”

You hated wearing kimonos. Ever since you wear a little girl, it was the one thing you despised the most. You prefer to wear something comfortable and accessible for fighting. Megumi looked at you from the passenger seat and noticed your frustrations.

“I hate them too” he offers a light smile as he tries to make up for the earlier events. You return a simple smile back to him as you pull up to the Zen’in’s main estate. You looked at Megumi as he starts to fidget with his hands awaiting the hell they’re about to enter. If you were maybe ten years older, you would believe that he was your son. He was very similar to you in more ways in one which helped you connect to him when you became a teacher at the school. Right when you joined, you took both the Zen’in outcasts in your arms naturally.

“If you guys want me to come earlier to pick you up, just call me, okay?” you reassure them as you all exit from the parked car. As you make your way to the   front doors of the estate, you were greeted by some of the Zen’in clan’s caretakers. The three of you synchronously bow your heads in respect and thank them for their hosting your students. This was usually the part where you’d make your way back to your car and escape the terrifying grounds but, sadly not this time.

“Thank you for coming Megumi kun, Maki chan and y/n san, please enter” the three of your bowed heads snap up in synch with the same expression plastered on your faces. The Zen’in never extended entry to these meetings to anyone without their blood.

“Excuse me, I just came to drop Maki chan and Megumi Kun here, sorry for the interruption,” you say trying to justify the potential accidental invitation.

“No please, the head Naobito Zenin himself is waiting for your arrival” 

You didn’t think it was even possible for your faces to look more confused than they actually did till those words left her mouth. What the fuck? You turn to look at Maki and Megumi beside you to make sense of the situation but they’re as dumbfounded as you.

You hesitantly enter with your two students into a den of snakes, knowing damn well you did not belong. Eyes lingered on your figure as you walked by the dim halls. As far as you knew, you weren’t the secret love child of a Zen’in, so why were you being escorted to see the head of the clan?

The lady escorting you stopped in front of a door that you assumed held the most important person in the house. She bowed her head down wishing you and only you to enter.

The room was equally as dark as the hall you entered from. The only thing lighting the area were the lamps lined against the perimeter. You lowered your head to the man in front of you, only acknowledging him, no the figure standing beside him.

“Sit” It was the first time you heard the head of the Zen’in clan’s voice. It was hard, cold and it caused you to crumble under the pressure. You immediately comply and sit in front of him. You dare to raise your head to see the faces in front of you, Naobito Zen’in and standing beside him was a tall man who had yellow hair with green tips. If you weren’t mistaken, that was Maki’s cousin, a misogynistic, classist idiot who couldn’t stand Maki because of her lack of cursed energy.

“Thank you for coming today, we spoke to the Gojo clan and they agreed that this would be the best decision” Naobito spoke which future drove your confusion.

“Excuse me head of the  Zen’in clan, I truly do not know the reason for my invitation,” your usual strong voice sounds pathetic right now. 

“You are arranged to become my wife,” Naoya says nonchalantly as if it wasn’t a big deal. As if marriage wasn’t a deadly bond forged by two people to ruin their lives.

“WHAT?” A roar comes out of your throat as you shoot up to your feet. “NO”

“Sit, y/n” Naobito ordered. His stern voice nearly cuts your will. It takes everything in you not to comply.

“Why? Why me? What do you want from me?” You ask frantically still holding your stance.

“HE SAID SIT YOU DAMN DOG” Naoya shouted at you before his father raised his hand signalling him to halt.

“The Gojo clan and ours made a deal. Since you are not a proper member of the clan we wanted to get you off their hands and they agreed,” Naobito said calmly as if this was a normal occurrence.

You were about to wring Gojo’s throat.

“I refuse. I have never had any intentions of marrying anyone in my life and they aren’t going to change now.” You turn to exit the room and get the fuck out of this place, but a rough hand grabbed your wrist for dear life.

“You’re just a bitch the Gojo family picked up because you’re a half breed. Nothing else, so sit like the good dog you are.” He spat out as his grip tightened.

“I may be a dog, but I sure ain’t yours” you spat right back at him and twisted out of his iron-hard grip then ran out the door and into the halls of the estate. You didn’t know where you were going but you never stopped. 

Did Gojo really do this to you? Did the higher-ups? 

All because they refuse to see a woman in power. Anger bubbled through your veins as you start running faster down halls that look the same as the ones you passed. You were lost and didn’t know how to get out of this maze from hell.

As you turned into a smaller hall you ran straight into a hard wall, toppling over. You curse your damn Kinomo for dragging which you assumed caused your tumble. As you sit up, you get a view of what you ran into. It definitely wasn’t a wall because it made a rough grunt as you ran into him. A tall muscular man wearing all black with a bag over his shoulders turned towards you. His face was almost a mirror of yours, pure annoyance and anger.

What caught you off guard was his appearance, he had straight black hair down to the nape of his neck, a strong prominent jawline with a matching set of emerald green eyes, which had reminded you of Megumi’s. He was the first Zen’in who had the same appearance as Megumi. Maybe they were of a close relation? Your head was spinning too much to care about that right now, all you wanted was to get out of this maze from hell.

“The fuck?” a deep voice pulls you from your dazed state. The man in front of you looked down at you, his face contorted in disgust.

Patience has never been your strong suit, that tied with your annoyance with this situation caused you to break.

“What?” You shot back at him with the same energy he threw at you. His reaction indicated that he never expected to come out of your mouth. “No apology?” he said with a raised brow.

“Like I owe you shit,” you say as you pull yourself from the ground and brushing off the dirt from your kimono.

“s’cuse me?” his voice raised, he sounded absolutely terrifying but it didn’t seem to matter to you. You basically just told the head of the Zen’in clan to fuck off. All these damn Zen’ins with their superiority complexes.

“All you fucking people seem to think you’re high and mighty because you’re a part of some big shot clan. You Zen’ins condemn anyone you see as inferior and you despise women. Well, screw your apology and screw you. I. Don’t. Owe. You. Shit. Did you hear that?” You spit out harshly, making sure to annunciate each syllable.

You take a deep breath after finishing your sentence but it’s immediately knocked out of you as the large man in front of you grabs you by your wrists and slams you hard into the wall.  

“You know you got a big mouth for a lady, most guys don’t like a loud woman,” he says looking down at you, hair covering his eyes. His body easily holds yours down. Fuck. You really should have trained in morocco.

Panic. That’s all that you’re feeling as you didn’t know what he would do next. You try to speak but, no words come out; not even air from your lungs escapes.

frozen.

A scoff escapes the man as he opens his mouth to say something but immediately stops. His eyes linger on your right wrist that the previous Zen’in grabbed. A few inches under where his hand laid, a dark burgundy bruise paints your skin, a fresh bruise that happened minutes before.

Your arms drop at his release. anger, shame, fear. Your head drops, eyes glued to the ground as your back rests against the cool brick wall. Part of you keeps your head down because you don’t want to face your reality.

“What are you doing here?” the same rough voice asks you, now standing a few feet away from you. You look straight up at him. He’s leaning on the wall opposite you.

“I don’t even fucking know,” you say on your breath. “I’m just trying to get out of this hell hole.”

Something you said must have meant something to him as he pushed himself off the wall then proceeded to walk down the alleyway.

“Here” he pushed aside a stack of hay from the dead-end, revealing a wooden door. “Take a left at the end” he holds open the door for you, his other hand holding his duffle.

“And why would I trust you?” you push yourself off the wall and ask him hesitantly.

That probably was the wrong thing to say by his reaction. He lets out a small chuckle as he slams the door then walks towards you

“The fuck if I care” he says as he walks past you. By the time you turned to look at him, he was gone.

Today had become a bigger headache than you thought it would be. Screw it. You walked to the door and prayed this man wasn’t leading you to your death, but at this point, death was favourable to any Zen’in.

But you couldn’t die just yet, as you remembered you had someone’s neck to strangle.

“GOJO FUCKING SATORU” you burst into jujutsu tech screaming his name, startling him and Nanami.

“Wow, you look nice!! Did you just get ba-” before he could finish your sentence you jump on him ready to punch him square in his face. “You really sent me to get married to Naoya Zen’in??” you scream as the two of youtumble on the ground. Unfortunately, your already weakened body is like play dough in Gojo's hands. He easily gets out of under you and has you pinned. It was the third time this day you had beaten and cornered.

“Huh?? You’re getting married?” he said confused as he let go of you.

After nearly 30 minutes of explaining the situation to Gojo and Nanami, you decide to retreat to the training grounds on the perimeter of jujutsu tech. You had spent the day getting beaten and battered by men all day. The frustration in you started to make your blood boil. Megumi was right, when did you become so weak?

You don’t know how much time passed, you’d been training harder than you ever had in months. You knew your potential and that you were yet to be there. 

Strength training, weights, HIIT, boxing, you went through them like Gojo went through his mochi. Sweat poured down your face as you kept punching the sand bang in front of you. They say to imagine your worst enemy's face for the best results but you couldn’t choose. 

The Zen’ins? Naoya? The Gojo clan? Yourself?

Exhaustion took over as repeated blows landed on the bag. The large panel of glass that served as the fourth wall of the training room glistened as the moonlight hit it. You tear your boxing gloves and grab your water as you make your way to it. The dark night has taken over with only the moon being the only source of light. It seemed peaceful, quiet; the complete opposite of your brain at the moment.

You closed your eyes, hoping when you open them your problems will be solved.  You won’t have to deal with the Zenin’s or Gojo’s, just that everything will be okay.

A fool’s thought.

A sad chuckle comes out of you as you open your eyes slowly. Nothing changed, still here at 11:12 pm on a weekday. Still in a shit hole with no way to get out.

“You call that a punch?”

Your head whips to the door of the training room. Head almost touching the archway of the door, there stands the man you met a few hours earlier in a dark alley. The lamps surrounding the room lit up his face so you could actually see him this time. The scar on the right side of his mouth looks much deeper than a scratch now. He looked even scarier if it were possible.

“What are you doing here?” shooting him the same question he asked you a few hours ago.

“Just came to visit someone, m’not stalking” he held his hands up in surrender.

 A sudden rush of nervousness takes over your body. The realization of how bitter you were to him came to you.You took out all your anger on someone whom you didn’t even know the name of.

“Hey, I’m sorry about earlier, I didn’t mean to take out my anger on you” you didn’t bother bowing with your apology, he didn’t seem like the type to be offended if you didn’t. Plus you weren’t very presentable in the first place; sweat-drenched hair and fabric clinging to your body.

“I really don’t give a fuck, m not a Zen’in” the monotonous words spat out of his mouth with ease. He truly seemed like he didn’t care. You shrug your shoulders as a response and took a swing at your water bottle.

Deep down even more guilt festered in you for assuming he was a part of that vile clan. But in your defence, he did look the part.

The only thing the Zen’in clan were blessed with was their looks. They were all great taking. Different shades of dark green and black hair with striking eyes and facial features. Exactly like the man in front of you. 

He was hot. Like very hot. But he seemed old enough to be a teacher to you.  Older than Gojo but definitely younger than Yaga.

“So who are you visiting?” Gloves slide back onto your hands as you readied yourself to start resuming your workout.

“And why do I have to tell you?” he clearly hated small talk.

“Well If you don’t wanna talk then leave” your voice matched his; chillingly cold. You start swinging at the sandbag in front of you hoping that he would take the hint to bid you adieu.

“Then I would miss your shitty punches. You’ve been doing that for the last 10 minutes. if you’re trying to kill someone with 78 punches keep going!” a sarcastic smile danced on his scarred lips.

He must be trying to get a rise out of you at this point. His smile turns into a smirk as he sees the annoyed look on your face.

He drops his crossed arms and walks towards you. Unconsciously you straighten yourself as much as you can, not wanted to look small against him. But with fail you did. He was huge; measuring to approximately 6ft with a build like a professional wrestler. He walked behind you and ghosts his hands around your body.

“It’s all in the stance, you’re not distributing your weight evenly.” he kicks apart your feet forcing your left foot to stand in front of the right.

“Remember your center of gravity is here” one of his hands lightly touched you right under your belly button. Even though it was gentle, his hands were anything but. You could feel the rough skin on his fingertips even through your clothes.

He must have felt your sharp inhale as he touched you because he moved his hand two seconds later. Something about his touch felt electrifying. You were too scared to feel it earlier when he pinned you against the wall, but now, even the smallest touch he laid on your skin made you dizzy.

He must have felt the same as he came back in. His chest was now fully touching your back as he brought his arms around your body to reposition your arms by grabbing your elbows and moving them closer to your chest.

Why was his touch so intoxicating? Maybe you were high on the ten thousand emotions going through your body right now, or maybe it’s because someone hadn’t touched you in the way he did in a year. The touches vanished as quick as they came.

“Try that,” he said stepping away from you “maybe now you’ll be able to get out of that hold from earlier”You drop your arms down to your side embarrassed by your previously frightened state.

“I could get out of that, you just caught me at a bad time” confidence you didn’t know you had left in you came out at his words.

You spoke too soon.

He slammed you against the wall, not as hard as before but equally as fast. He took both of your wrists and held them up above your head in one hand. A rough hand took your chin, tilting it to look at him.

“How about now? Get out of it now” his bright green eyes stared straight into yours. Your chest rose and fell quickly, telling him your state of him without saying a word.

In these moments you really curse your mouth for speaking without thinking it through. You were strong, but weren’t at your best right now. Even so, you doubt you’d actually be able to beat this man in a battle of strength, he was far too powerful.

“What if I don’t wanna get out of it?” another example of speaking without thinking. Yes he was clearly attractive, but you knew nothing of this man, you didn’t even know his name. But here you are hoping that his touches would never stop.

His eyebrows shot up at the sound of your words. His earlier bright eyes turned a shade darker. With one hand still binding your wrists above your head, the other grasped your face and brought your lips into his.

A deep passionate kiss. Everything in your body was going crazy. How you wanted this man to touch every single part of your body. You almost moaned as he deepened the kiss.

This was really happening, you were standing here with a man you barely knew a few hours before you got the news of your supposed arranged marriage.

His hand snaked its way down your body, roughing grabbing everything on its way down, he landed on the flesh of your hip and pulled you closer to him. This action caused your arms to swing down and wrap around his neck.

Now you really did moan. His actions felt like honey, simply cascading over your body with ease and sweetness. He grabbed the back of your thigh and brought your leg up to his waist. You were sure if you got any closer to him you would be having sex. And oh god did you want to. His rough fingers searched for your waistband and your hands pulled at his shirt signalling for him to take it off.

But before your thoughts could progress anymore, a quick sound of thunder spread through the room.

Both of you stood there, breathing heavily trying to catch your breath. Not a single word was said as you two stared into each other’s eyes.

You wish your senses didn’t kick back in. “I gotta go before it rains”

He hums agreement with your words as he steps back from you.  

Did you make the wrong choice? He was very attractive, slightly older, and a bit detached like you but, enough had happened for today, even though everything in your body was telling you the complete opposite.

“I didn’t get your name” You said to him before he walked out the door.

“Cause I didn’t give it” A  smirk tugs at his lips as he leaned on the side of the doorway.

You scoff at his words, ripping the gloves off your hands and throwing them in your bag.

“Toji, the name’s Toji” And before you looked he was gone.

As if it was on cue, the rain started to pour down on the window. A deep sigh escaped your lungs as your head swung back. Twice in a row, this man strolled into your life in the span of a few hours and he left you with a strange feeling in your core.

A hard kick comes out of you as your foot connects with the punching bag.

“shitty punches my ass”

Drenched clothes and squeaky shoes.

You wanted to avoid the rain for this exact reason, but of course, much like everything else that occurred today, it didn’t go your way.

“y/n!” a hard but kind voiced called your name from behind. It was Nanami with his briefcase in one hand and an umbrella in the other as he looked ready to leave the school. “Got caught in the rain?”

“No, I just felt like taking a shower with my clothes on” you say with a light-hearted chuckle.”

He takes a deep breath in at your response. “You know you’re very much like Gojo sometimes.”

“Oh please, it would hurt less if you called me an incompetent whore Nanami” the sarcastic words and a pout accompanied by your words made the usually stoic man break into a soft smile.

“Speaking of the devil, Gojo was called to speak to a parent of one of the kids. They might want to speak with you as well so you might want to-”

“Oh no thank you, I don’t do well with parents and I’ve had a more than eventful day.” you frantically cut him off hoping to end this day as soon as possible.

“Of course, you deserve to rest, goodnight y/n” he bids you farewell and you watch him walk until his blue umbrella disappears into the darkness.

Even though the dorms of Jujutsu Tech are pretty small and standard, your thoughts couldn’t stop dreaming of them. The teachers each have a dorm room appointed to them in case they need to spend the night at the school, and your bed was all you yearned for, but your hopes were quickly destroyed.

“Fushiguro, you really have impeccable timing, you know that right?” Gojo’s voice echoed from around the corner, right in front of your dorm’s door. He must have been talking to Megumi about something. You pray that you could squeeze through without them hassling you, but right when you walk around the corner you were stopped dead in your tracks.

“y/n! Just the lady we were looking for. Got someone for you to meet.” Gojo dragged you in by your arm so you couldn’t make a run for it. Beside him was the same tall dark and handsome man which fate brought you to meet once again.

You weren’t dumb, you were just having a bad day. If you hadn’t experienced one of the worst days of your life you might have realized that the man in front of you had identical dashing green eyes as your favourite student. You might have noticed that they had the same jet-black hair and facial structure. You even might have noticed the similarities in their voices. You mentally slam your head on the wall.

‘He was the first Zen’in who had the same appearance as Megumi.’

Of course, he had the same appearance as Megumi.

“y/n this is Fushiguro Toji, Megumi’s father”

#toji fushiguro #jjk toji #toji fic #toji angst #toji smut #toji #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fic #fushiguro toji #toji fushiguro angst #toji fushiguro smut #naoya zenin #zenin clan #jujutsu kaisen fic #toji x y/n #toji x you #toji x reader #toji series #strays.series #tw.violence

[rosietrace]

Trial Headcanons

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{ Note: Briar Auroria, and the Slumbering Willows belong to @phoenix-manga / @phnxart }

Today is the day, the day Briar had been dreading for the past two weeks

The annual trial in the slumbering willows that will either prove her innocence to the kingdom, or leave her banished and humiliated

Claudette had lent Briar a lot of the dresses that she doesn't use anymore and insisted that it was fine if she decides to keep them permanently. However, she also told Briar to wear something that was neutral, something that wasn't too flashy or bland

So naturally, Claudette gave Briar a black and gold dress. It appeared rather plain, but the details on the dress itself was enough to catch the eye. To add onto that, Eclair gave Briar her tiara to wear for the trial

(The outfit showcase because that's what's most important ✨)

When Meryl went to check up on Briar, she squealed seeing her in the dress and talked about how perfect it looked with golden hair

Although she didn't like the bright colors of the tiara since a bit felt out of place with the outfit in her opinion, Meryl wanted Briar to keep wearing it as this is basically the last time she'll be princess

Noticing the door opened, Briar saw the woman she frequently met with at the Eauxclaires fountains. The dorm head of the dormitory herself, Ambrosia Nightcrawler. It also happened that Ambrosia went through something similar and knows the proper procedures to help Briar win this trial

With Eclair, Ambrosia, and Meryl by her side for this trial, Briar was confident and hopeful enough that she'll win the trial and proven of her innocence to the kingdom of slumbering willows

While inside the carriage, Eclair told Meryl and Briar to sleep for a while, since Scepter Hall is incredibly far from the slumbering willows and it would also be good that Briar has enough energy to muster up the entire trial

And, that's what the two did. Although Meryl took a while to sleep until Ambrosia read 'the immortal liar and her crow' to her

How convenient that she has a bedtime story in her bag lol

Briar felt at peace for about 3 hours, the worries of the possible outcomes not in her mind during those moments

And then they came to a stop to where the trial would take place

The imperial court

Just looking at the marble building made Ambrosia's blood boil from the memories of her experience as an accused murderer

Thankfully, Claudette was also there to calm her down a pinch in case she begins to erupt a nearby tsunami

Walking into the courtroom with all the nobles and commoners gathering to see their half-blooded princess try to prove her innocence today.

Standing on the marked pedestal, Briar took a good look at who was going to judge her. And immediately, knew that winning their favor was going to be difficult.

Earl Rosella. The judge of the imperial family who had always suspiciously favored Eletha for whatever reason. He also happened to be Countess Kellen's older cousin, so it'll be difficult to win his favor.

Taking off her coat and handing it to her girlfriend, Ambrosia revealed a sleek black suit with a rose gold brooch that Briar assumes Claudette gave her.

Being given the files from Eclair, Ambrosia walked confidently next to Briar, intimidating many people around her with composure.

Clearing his throat, Earl Rosella gave a stern look to both Ambrosia and Briar.

"Briar Auroria. Two weeks prior to this trial, Queen Eletha Auroria had accused you of the murder of my younger cousin, Countess Kellen. Do you solemnly swear to say nothing but the truth and only the truth during this very trial?"

Although nervous, Briar reluctantly nodded, pledging never to lie with her tiara suddenly being replaced with another one. Although similar in design, the other tiara had a more gray colored jewel.

Assuming the jewel on said crown had a spell that'll be a detection of lies, Ambrosia caught a glance at the jewel with suspicion all over her pretty face.

Clearing her throat, Ambrosia's face fell solemn as the trial properly began.

(Just a clear warning my lawyer friends means going to Google to see how trials work🤪)

All eyes were on both Briar- The Accused- , and her lawyer who went through a similar situation

There were times where Ambrosia went off track with what she was saying, often having memories where she experienced Briar's current situation. She was accused of murdering the emperor of her kingdom, and Briar was accused of liquidating Countess Kellen

However, Briar noticed her father's expressions for most of the trial

He kept stealing glances at Eclair, blushing when she and him lock eyes and pretends to comfort Eletha to distract himself

Thinking back on how he's neglected her, Briar found a picture where her father and her mother were together all happy without worries

And by the looks of it, Eclair kinda does look like her mom-

Oh.

OH.

She suddenly has her eyes as wide as saucers

Like, she feels like she realized she JUST discovered something she shouldn't be aware of and she isn't even guilty about it

And everyone in the courtroom is just staring at her in confusion, cause-

Why is she suddenly spacing out???

But then as soon as Claudette calls out to Briar, asking if she's okay, she just stops spacing out and looks like a legitimately lost puppy

And everyone's like: 😀

SOME PEOPLE(aka the people with common sense), are literally questioning if she's actually guilty of these charges

Others are thinking she's putting up an act to make it seem like she's innocent when she really isn't

And there are those people who are just sleeping because by the seven why tf does a trial take so damn long??

And then the trial goes back to solemn and serious like this is an episode of daredevil-

And then the moment of truth

After all the evidence is cleared, Earl Rosella is still cautious cause not only does he want to serve as a judge of justice, but he also wants the money Eletha promised him since he's in her favor

But then he caught a glance at every Scepter Hall Institute staff member glaring him down like they're threatening him to call Briar guilty

With a sigh escaping his mouth, "With all things clear, it is shown that without a doubt... Briar Auroria is cleared of all charges and is innocent. However, I must make an announcement that Lady Eclair Ciana Hollow has been given full custody of Briar Auroria."

Silence

Just- literal silence, everyone couldn't speak

The only one who did was Meryl, doing a little happy dance now that Briar's her adoptive sister now

And everything after that went as you'd expect

Roland had been ridiculed by those in the kingdom for marrying someone like Eletha despite it being out of necessity and not love

Eletha had been imprisoned and was given a 16 year imprisonment

Aurus basically got shunned by society

And Briar is FINALLY happy with her new family

#briar auroria #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #scepter hall institute #eclair hollow #twst fanschool #meryl anita hollow #ambrosia nightcrawler #claudette florence #murder trial #found family #twst au

[bamagalforever]

❥Taken

• 8 • ♕ Chapter VIII ♕ "Stir the car right, Rock," Andy called to me from the back of a car on the road. We had finally found a vehicle that worked with plenty of gas in it, but the only thing in our way was the car that I was trying to stir out of our way. "Right, not left! Don't you hear me up there?" "Yes, Mr. Eden, I do," I growled, yanking the wheel all the way to the right. He gave it one good push and the car – and myself – ended up in the ditch, hitting a tree. "Are you okay?" he called to me from his same spot on the road. It didn't affect me none, so I got out and dusted myself off, giving him a thumbs up. "Yeah, great," I replied just as I made my way up the ditch, reaching out his hand. He grabbed me up and we bumped together when I was helped up. "Thanks." "No problem," he grunted, letting go of my hand now. I started heading for our car with him right behind me. "We need to pull out the map again and see where we are, and where we're headed." I stopped in my tracks and, looking down, cracked a smile and shook my head. I turned towards him just as he started passing by me for the car. "You seriously don't know where we are right now, Andy?" He shook his head and sat back on the hood of the car with his arms crossed. "Should I, princess?" I rolled my eyes, hesitating to smile, and just spread my arms out. "Are you kidding? Don't you realize where we are, though?" Again, he shook his head and spat out, "No, now do you mind telling me where we are now or do I need to pull out the map?" Again, I grinned and tried really hard to hold it back, but to no prevail. "Andy, we're down the street from Franklin Square. You know what that is, right? Kids come to play and—" "I know what it is," he suddenly cut me off and lifted himself off of the car. He waved me over. "Let's go already, then." I started for the car just as Andy had hopped into the driver's side. However, there was an uneasy feeling that had washed over me. Other than the one car in the road, everything about this place was clean and almost untouched. So, as I settled into the passenger seat next to Andy right as he started the car, I reached over and grabbed his hand. He immediately snatched his focus from that to me in question. "What the hell, Rock?" "Something is... off," I admitted my sudden suspensions to him. "How so?" I glared outside of the window, looking up in the trees. "Wouldn't that noise from the car hitting the tree had drawn zeds right to us?" Turning back to him, he seemed to had taken the question to heart and mentally thought about it, too. He slowly began to nod and quietly said, "Yeah, that's strange. But, maybe, there's none here. That's possible." "No, it's not," I simply denied with the shaking of my head. Just as I turned my head, I seen something and nearly mistaken it as a zed, but it wasn't. "Andy, look out!" A man, in full black with a mask and all, held his huge gun right at Andy and myself through his pulled-up window. I sensed some kind of southern accent from him. He hit the tip of his gun on the glass and called out, "Get out with your hands up. Now!" "What the fuck? Why?" Andy snickered, not letting his hand off of his Beretta gun. "Out," the masked man simply demanded, hitting the glass with the tip of his gun with it again. "I have men all around these parts with guns pointed at y'all right now. Do it or else, we'll kill your little girlfriend now." I turned to look at Andy, who was practically holding back from unleashing bloody hell onto this man just through his eyes alone. "You won't," he warned, slowly lifting his hand off of his gun now. "I will, if you don't get the hell out of your car right this minute," the man threatened and hit the glass again, but harder this time. "Let's just do what he says, Andy," I advised him and reached over, grabbing his hand that held the gun. With a reassuring nod, I whispered to him, "We'll be okay." Andy hung his head, not officially agreeing with me, but started to open his door. As soon as he had one leg out, the man grabbed him and threw him down immediately to the ground. "Andy!" "Grab the girl," the masked man suddenly barked out. I didn't know who he was talking to until I spun around and was immediately hit in the face with the butt of a gun. I heard Andy calling my name, but it started to fade until I couldn't hear him anymore. ——— A n d y The mysterious men had taken off their masks, revealing themselves alas. They were simply normal looking men, nothing too special about them. I watched as the man that had knocked Roxie out laid her down on a bed not too far from me. I didn't know exactly where we were now, only because they had covered my face up until now. Somebody was currently behind me, strapping me to the chair that I was sitting in. They just didn't know just yet how capable of doing to them as soon as I get my chance to do so. "So," the first unknown man said out, throwing a chair underneath him to sit on in front of me. I sensed a southern accent from him. "It's just you and the girl, huh?" I didn't say anything, just stared him down. He chuckled, scratching his shaved beard. "It doesn't matter if you talk or not, we're still going to get what we want – and, then, some." That's right when I perked my head up in question and finally asked, "What the hell does that mean? And, then, some?" Him and his buddies began to laugh around the room. He leaned in and all he had to say was: "Look, buddy, you look like a nice guy and all, but... Since the old world is no more, we can do whatever the hell we want and there won't be any consequences whatsoever." By that point, I was trying so incredibly hard to break out of these straps that bine my wrists behind me. He obviously noticed, hitching an eyebrow up. "So, what we're going to do is – if you're good – we'll simply kill you, putting you out of your misery early," he started, then pointed behind himself at Roxie. "Then, what we'll do to your girl, you won't have to ever see. But, if you're bad, then we'll simply make you watch and we'll do it anyways." Rape. They were planning on raping Roxie. No way in hell they were going to hurt her in any way whatsoever – if I had anything to do with it. The anger and fire within me had became too much as I started to try to work my way out of the restraints. I kept going, fighting with them. They weren't going to touch her. They wouldn't or I'll single-handily killed them, myself. "So, I see you have chosen the hard way. You want be a hero, big guy?" He got in my face, tempting. "That's it, then. String him up and make him watch. That's fine, shit." That's when his boys unleashed me from the chair and I had that split second to react. So, I shoved them both off of me and hit them each in the face, taking them off of me for the moment. I ran directly towards the leader, spearing him onto the ground where I began to unleash hell onto him. I hit him with all my might, drawing blood from my actions. It lasted only a second before his boys had overpowered me and began to drag me away. On a wall that had chains attached it it – for reasons unknown to me at the moment, they strung me up and chained me down. Even with all my might, I still couldn't budge to get out of these locks. The leader took a good few seconds to walk over to me, making sure to take his time doing so while he held his jaw from where I had hit him at. "Y'know," he said, just as he looked deep into my eyes. "I actually started to like you... Until you did this." He turned his back on me and I yelled after him: "You better not hurt her, dammit! I'll kill you! Do you hear me?! I will kill you!" He waved off my comment and countered, "Yeah, and that's what they all say, too." Pointing to Roxie, he demands of his boys: "Alright, get her ready for me. I'm first." "No!" "Wake her up, and I'll be sure to tell her all about how you resisted," he kept flapping his gums. "She could've slept through it, so she wouldn't have to live through it. But, now, because of you, she will. Wake her ass up!" His boys were on her like white on rice. One on each side of her, they began to shake her and even went as far as sprinkling some water over her to help with the process. She awoken and immediately put the pieces together, shaking her head frantically and trying to get up. "Leave me alone!" she screamed, trying to fight the two men off by herself. "Andy?!" "I'm here, Rock," I called to her from my place on the wall. She spun her head around in the direction of my voice and looked directly at me with tears in her eyes, obviously scared to death. "Andy, please!" I nearly cracked under the pressure as my natural instinct nowadays was to reach out for her and, this time, to hold her in this time of need. I tried to reach out to her, but I couldn't. I just... Dammit, I just couldn't and that nearly put the bullet right through my heart. "Hold her down," the leader demanded of his boys, which they did. Her back was fully on the bed again as he crawled over her, sliding off his belt and undoing his pants. "You'll enjoy this, baby." "Andy!" she continued to scream my name, echoing through my head. She was crying and screaming, but I couldn't do anything. I just wanted to die already. "Please don't do this! Andy, please!" He started to slip off her pants, slowly because he wanted to take his time to taunt her. I felt something on my cheeks and realized that I was crying, too. Mine were more anger than sadness. I'm going to kill them, no matter what happens here today. She started to kick him off of her with all of her might, since her legs weren't being held down at the moment, with only her dark underwear on. "Get off of me! I swear to God—" She was suddenly cut off by one of the boys there slapped their hand over her mouth, forcing her to silence. She still tried to scream through his hand until he pulled it back, wincing. "What?" the leader asked of him, of why he didn't keep his hand over her mouth. "She bit me," he gasped, angrily. "You little bitch," the leader said to Roxie, titling his head a little to the side. "You better be glad that I like them feisty." "Go to hell with your friends," she spat in his face, unleashing hell upon him now. That's when she, really, spit in his face. The leader wiped off the spit from his face with the sleeve of his jacket and gritted his teeth, finally enraged. "That's it, bitch! No more games! This is it!" He lunged forward and began to, with the help of his boys, strip off her shirt – revealing her matching dark bra underneath. "No! Leave her alone! Now! Now, dammit!" The leader smirked at me, even from the distance, and inhaled sharply. "Oh, she's gonna get her some," he laughed, making his boys laugh along with him. "Andy, help me! Please, Andy?! Please?!" Roxie kept screaming, trying to push him off of her on her own. "Andy..." With all my might once again, I tried to get my hands loose from the chains that hung them up there. They weren't going to rape her. I wasn't going to let them. "Roxie, baby, I'm coming!" The leader ignored me as he forwarded his eyes down at Roxie's panties, carefully sliding his index fingers from both hands into her sides. Just as he began to tug on them, a noise suddenly went off and I closed my eyes from the impact. "Ah!" I peeked my eyes back open, noticing the leader's body sprawled over Roxie, while his boys were still holding her down. They looked scared and confused all in one expression combined. The leader was dead from a gunshot to the head. Then, the boys were suddenly shot, too, through the head like their leader. I held my breath, wandering where the shots were coming from — and if it's a dream or not, that I'm possibly imagining this or something. Roxie slowly began to lift herself off of the bed and glanced around, completely confused as to where the gunshots had came from. She noticed me again and quickly jumped up and began to put her clothes back on. When she was done, she ran over to me and began to undo the locks with the keys that were on the ground underneath me. When I was released, I immediately threw myself into her arms and held her for dear life, mentally thanking whoever had saved us. Who had saved her, especially. We cried on each other's shoulder and held onto one another like there was no tomorrow. I wasn't going to ever let anything like that happen to her again, no matter what it takes. Roxie nearly screamed when she cried, shaking like a Chihuahua. "I was so scared, Andy," she sobbed, clenching onto me. "I've never been so scared in my life." "It's okay," I promised her, sucking up my tears alas. I pulled us apart and held her by her face to look directly at me. "I'll never let anyone hurt you like that again, Roxie. Okay? Never again. Never again, baby." She nodded, trying not to cry anymore, but I wouldn't blame her whatsoever if that's all she does for the next two weeks. This was the scariest thing she had ever been through in her whole life and it's all because I couldn't save her. Suddenly, there was a creak and a voice that called out to us: "Hey, are you folks alright?"

[annelizabethwrites]

Pairings: Roger Taylor X OC (Scarlett Walker); George Harrison X OC (Star Walker)

Rating: Mature (See Notes, Muses & Warnings for the actual warnings)

POV: Scarlett, Star, Third, Elaina

Warning: self-harm & substance abuse

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April 4th, 1969- ✌︎︎♡︎ Scarlett's POV

Paul and John came back from their honeymoon. The fashion show went well. Ringo and George showed up, which made the press go wild. This drove Anne crazy because she wasn't the center of attention, but Kelly talked to them and didn't mind. It was a rainy day in London, and Star picked me up after work. We would've Family night at Ringo's this week, but the lads had to catch up on their album since they went on a holiday or got married. Star and I walked into the lads screaming and Ringo looking like he was about to kill someone.

"Rock, paper, scissors on who goes into that," Star said.

"No, let's just team up," I walked into the room.

"Okay, before any of you guys kill each other, each of you at one of the corners," I yelled; the lads looked at me, and Star and I raised my eyebrow. I'm really tired of them fighting; honestly, it's so tiring since I'm the one who is always stopping the fight. They all walked to a corner and sat there like little children. I pinched the bridge of my nose, "What happened today."

"Oh, I can tell you!" John rose his hand like a little kid trying to get called by the teacher, then pointed at George, "He and Pattie broke up, then he-"

"He's been having a fucking affair with my fucking wife since August!" Ringo screamed. I turned to Star, who was on the verge of tears.

✌︎︎♡︎ Star's POV

"He's been having a fucking affair with my fucking wife since August!" Ringo screamed as I felt my heart drop. This fucking asshole! This whole time he's been fucking Mo?! I felt a heaviness in my eyes; I looked over at George, who looked down as soon as my eyes hit his.

"Un-fucking-believable," I turned around and ran out of the studio. I got to my car and placed my head on the steering wheel, feeling the cold tears fall down my face. I feel betrayed; Mo knows how I feel about George, she always knew, and she still does this? I knew I should've kept my feelings in check! The sadness became anger, and I started to hit on my steering wheel in frustration before going home. Once I got to the flat, I stormed into my room and plopped on my bed. I dug my face in my pillow, bursting into tears. Why am I never good enough? Can he fucking tell me he doesn't want to be with me?

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"Star!" I yelled as Star stormed out. I turned right to George; my anger went through my body. I warned him and told him to stop doing this to Star!

"What's wrong with Star?" John looked at George and me, as I ignored John.

"I fucking told you, Harrison, if you hurt her again, I'll fucking kill you!" I lunged at George as Paul, Ringo, and John grabbed me to keep George safe from me.

"Lottie calm down," Ringo grabbed onto me; I calmed down and walked to the other side of the room. The four men resumed their fight. I just observed them fighting and thinking. I had it! I'm done with the fighting, the constant breaking each other, the toxicity this band brought into the Family!

"That's enough!" I yelled as they all looked at me, "Can there be one fucking day where you guys aren't fighting? I can't do this anymore! I had it! Star and I have been called out of work because of your fights. I'm sick of it!"

"Scarlett..." Paul tried to get soft with me, but I could not do it anymore.

"No. I'm done. Talk to me when you guys are done fighting," I bolted out of the studio. I ran home, which was a half-hour walk but a faster run. I was soaked when I got to my flat, but I didn't care. I darted into Star's room. She was cuddling with her pillow, her eyes were puffy, and the tears were still falling down her face.

"Why am I never good enough for him," She cried.

"Oh, no, Star, you are. It's just, he's too stupid to see," I walked over and started to rub her back.

"He dumps me so he could be with Pattie, then once his marriage is over, he sleeps over, tries to shag me, kisses me. He says I'm so beautiful and shows me a song supposedly written for me. Meanwhile, he's fucking Mo and doing god knows what with her." Star cried, "I'm clearly not good enough for him."

"Don't say that. George is just being a stupid boy," I sighed.

"Yeah, but I'm stupidly in love with that stupid boy!" Star yelled. We talked a bit more, and we both decided to forget what happened and have a twin date. We decided to go to the Premier, I went to start her car, and that's when I saw the lads fighting out front of my building.

"Unbelievable!" I screamed as they all looked at me with innocent smiles on their faces.

"We listen to what you said, and you were right," John innocently smiled, "We fight too much."

"And we want to apologize for how we have been acting," Paul finished.

"Great, tell me that when you mean it," I crossed my arms, "Because you guys clearly don't."

"Well, you shouldn't be mad for us fighting," John stated.

"I have to if I'm always breaking it up!" I snapped, "And the more you guys fight, show more of my worst nightmare."

"That is?" John asked.

"All of your fucking egos will break up our family because it is slowly but surely breaking," I stated, "And right now, I can't stand some of your decisions."

"What did I do?" John asked.

"I don't know, preaching about peace and love and saying how you never wanted to become your father, but that is exactly what you are doing to Julian!" I yelled; Ringo started to giggle as I went off on John, "Ringo, you're not innocent either!"

"I didn't do anything," Ringo shrugged.

"You knew if you told Star about George and Mo, you would upset her, and that would get to George," I turned to him, "You played your sister's emotions to get back at him. Who would do that?"

"And you. I am so sick of you right now. I am holding everything back, so I don't pound you to the ground," I turned to George. George looked down at his feet, "She's so hung up on you! It's breaking her. At the end of her relationships, she would say, 'they're not like Geo' or 'Geo wouldn't have done that' I had to sit with her, crying on my shoulder because she thinks she's not good enough for you!"

"That's not true," George told me.

"Then show it!" I yelled.

"Y'know, you're not innocent either, miss little perfect. How could your dad feel about your lifestyle? Hm? Ms. I'm all innocent and shit until something more tempting comes my way," Paul looked at me, "Do you forget you forged our signatures to get money from girls at your school? Or did you forget that you fell off the edge of the earth with Elaina once you got to Uni and doing god knows what? Do you think your dad would be proud of that?"

"Oh shut up, you don't get to say that," I snapped at Paul.

"Why, cause I'm right?" Paul looked at me.

"No, because how would your mum feel when she finds out her son is a manipulative little bitch that gives zero fucks when it comes to loyalty?" I looked at Paul, "Jane left you because your perfectionism became so controlling, and you couldn't keep it in your damn pants. At least my dad knows I listened to him about loyalty."

𑁍TW: Self-H@rm𑁍

"Well, how would your dad like it about the cutting?" Ringo coughed as I glared at him.

"What?" John looked at Ringo, then me.

"Shut up," I looked at Ringo.

"Oh yeah, when ms little perfect falls rock bottom in her depression, she doesn't get out of it with our help. Instead, she cuts." Ringo glared at me.

"Fuck you," I glared at Ringo. It wasn't his business to tell them.

"What the fuck, Scarlett?" John looked at me.

"Oh, just spare it," I sighed.

"Spare it? How come you didn't come to me?" John looked at me.

"Oh yeah, remember when you knew a girl was cutting and yelled at her in public to roll down her sleeves? I'm not an idiot," I crossed my arms, "Plus, If I told you anything more about my mental health, you would look at me as even more fragile than you already do!"

It became silent; we all knew nothing else to be said; I looked down at the ground, thinking.

"We're supposed to be a family. We're not supposed to be fighting on the pavement, yelling at each other about what we all did wrong. We're not supposed to get into almost fistfights every day. We're not supposed to pick and choose sides, and we don't play with each other's emotions!" I looked at them, "Family doesn't start affairs with another family member's wife! Or fucking dreads seeing everyone all together because of the clusterfuck that is bound to happen! This Family is getting too toxic, and I already was in one. I don't need another."

"Well, maybe we're not Family. We never were. We just said it," John spoke, and everyone looked at John.

"I guess we're not," I started to play with my ring, then walked up to John. I took off the ring and put it in his hand.

"I'm done. I can't stand this anymore. I'm done living a lie of the perfect Family because we're not," I walked past the men after John grabbed my ring.

"Scarlett, I didn't mean it. Come back. Where are you going?" John cried out.

"Away from you guys, I can't even stand to look at you anymore," I turned to the four men and walked away.

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I walked down the steps and heard screaming. I stayed in the building overhang where I was not seen, but I could overhear.

"We're supposed to be a family. We're not supposed to be fighting on the pavement, yelling at each other about what we all did wrong. We're not supposed to get into almost fistfights every day. We're not supposed to pick and choose sides, and we don't play with each other's emotions! Family doesn't start affairs with another family member's wife or fucking dread seeing everyone all together because of the clusterfuck that is bound to happen! This Family is getting too toxic, and I already was in one. I don't need another." I heard Scarlett's voice crack.

"Well, maybe we're not Family. We never were. We just said it." I heard John say. My heart sank when I heard that.

"I guess we're not," I could hear the tears from Scarlett's voice trembling, then I could hear footsteps, "I'm done. I can't stand this anymore. I'm done living a lie of the perfect Family because we're not."

I gasped, put my hand over my mouth, and fought the tears that wanted to come down.

"Scarlett, I didn't mean it. Come back. Where are you going?" I heard John screaming.

Then I heard Scarlett scream, "Away from you guy, I can't even stand to look at you guys anymore!"

"You guys should be ashamed of yourself," I walked out from my hiding spots, and the four men turned to me.

"What did you hear?" John asked. I walked up to John, seeing Scarlett's ring in his hand.

"I heard from were not family," I looked at the ring in John's hand.

"I didn't mean it," John said, "Please believe me."

"I do, but it's true," I looked into John's eyes, "We need a break from you guys. We can't stand you guys anymore."

"Star Judith, don't you dare," John started as I took off my ring, placed it in his palm, and closed his hand.

"We had a good run," I teared up, "See you guys when I see you."

I walked upstairs and closed the door. I slid down the door and broke down crying.

"It's going to be okay," Elaina walked out and hugged me.

"No, it isn't. Scarlett and I just gave up on the lads!" I teared up. 𑁍TW: substance abuse𑁍 I got up, went to my room, grabbed my bag of drugs for when I go out, then started to dump it. Elaina looked at me as I sat on the couch and rummaged through my pile.

"Are you just going to stare the whole night or wanna get wasted?" I looked at her.

"Depends. What do you got?" Elaina asked.

"Weed, Coke, LSD, and acid joint, practically anything I can snort, smoke, or swallow," I shrugged as Elaina sat next to me, and we started to do rounds of coke and shared the bottle. Soon as the alcohol and coke went into my system, I could feel numbness, and the sensation was exquisite.

Third Person POV

The lads just stood there in the rain, trying to process what happened. Their clothes are drenched, and so is their hair.

"We fucked up, they were the best part of our lives, and we fucked up," John clutched the twins' rings.

"Star said they just needed a break, George and Ringo took a break, and they came back," Paul assured.

"Yeah, because we talked to one of the twins before we left!" George and Ringo both screamed, and the lads started to point fingers at whose fault it was for the twins leaving. They all went home and plopped into their beds, crying as they all regretted the actions they had made leading up to the twins leaving them. When Paul ran into his house, he ran right to bed and closed the door. When Linda walked in to see what was wrong, Paul told her everything and started to cry. John got home, and Yoko was waiting in the living room as he told her to do. John closed the door, gently placed the twins' rings on a countertop, and broke down crying. When Ringo came home, he went to his room, and Maureen walked in. Even though she has been unfaithful, she still loves Ringo, and he isn't so innocent when infidelity. She comforts him as Ringo sobs, telling Maureen what has happened. George was different. He's divorcing Pattie. George was planning to ask out Star, which would not happen anymore. He got home, grabbed a bottle of brandy, and started to down the bottle. He began to cry and knew he had messed up. The only thing we wanted to do was eat ice cream, make fun of cartoons with Scarlett, cuddle up with Star and fall asleep calm and happy. Once the brandy started to kick in, George drove to Apple to pick up one of the Apple scruffs practically living there. He brought the scruff home and started to get comfort out of her, still having Star glued in his mind.

Scarlett's POV

After running out of the fight, I went on a bus and ended up at Roger's flat. I'm drenched head to toe with rain and tears. My face had my makeup running down. I knocked on the door, and Roger opened it, and I could see his face soften.

"What happened?" He frowned.

"I got in a fight with the lads, and I now no longer talk to them," I looked down, started, and showed my hand, "I gave them my ring back and told them to have a great life."

Roger grabbed me and pulled me into a long hug; I cried on his shoulder. Poor Roger is now soaked because of me.

"Why don't you come in and you can get change, okay?" Roger looked at me with his big blue eyes. I nodded, and we walked in. Roger shared a flat with three guys named Geoff, Les, and Pete. Les is why Roger met Brian and Tim, which led up to meeting me. I've never actually met them but heard how they live there. Roger kept his arm around me and moved up close to Roger. He snuck us into his room, but as we passed the front room, some noises came out of the room. We got to Roger's room, and he quietly closed to door, then rummaged through his shirts to find something I could put on. I stayed quiet and tried calming my emotions while sitting on his bed. 

"Here's one of my shirts and a pair of my sweats. You might need to tie them," Roger smiled, passing me the clothes. I stood up and didn't know where to get changed. Roger got awkward and turned around as I giggled at him and turned around, then started to get changed. I had the sweat pants and the shirt bunched up around my neck, but I was in front of his mirror, out of habit; I began to inspect my scar.

"Oh uh," I heard a guy coughed before I realized Roger turned around to see my scar, and I quickly put the shirt down, "Sorry, I shouldn't have turned.

"It's alright. I zoned out," I froze in response.

"It's not that bad. I think it makes you look stronger than you already are." Roger quickly walked up to me and kissed me. I blushed and hugged him, we all sat down, and my stomach started to rumble.

"Did you eat?" Roger asked.

"No, Star and I were about to eat but then..." My voice started to tremble a bit. Roger got up, told me to stay there, and came back with a heated-up piece of pizza.

"I know it's not five stars, but-" He handed me the plate.

"I know it will taste good," I took a bite and devoured it. I skipped lunch today, which wasn't the best idea, but I wasn't starving.

"Did you eat today?" Roger asked.

"Does only breakfast count?" I placed the plate on his side table.

"Just Breakfast? What about lunch?" Roger asked.

"Skipped it, wasn't that hungry," I stated. Roger wanted to say something about it but stayed quiet.

"You can stay the night," Roger changed the subject, "I don't mind sharing my bed with my love."

His face got closer to mine, and we started to kiss. Our kiss became a hot makeout session, we fell onto his bed with a slight giggle, but before anything could happen, I broke the kiss, "Roger-"

"You're not ready yet, I know, and I'll wait until you're ready," He smiled, "Why don't we go to bed? You had a long day."

I nodded as we both got into the sheets. I tried to hide my scar because my insecurities about it started to rush back. I pretended to fall fast asleep, but Roger figured out I was faking it. I felt soft hands sliding up my back, bringing the shirt up, and gentle kisses on every inch of my scar.

"You shouldn't be ashamed of the scar," Roger whispered while fixing my shirt, "I can also tell you're not sleeping."

"What gave it away?" I whispered back, turning around, putting my arms around his torso as Roger put his arms around my waist.

"About knowing you were not sleeping or feeling ashamed by your scar."

"Both."

"Well, you always hid the scar, and I could tell you weren't sleeping because you felt tense."

"Oh..."

"Why are you ashamed of your scar?"

"It reminds me of a time when it was the weakest point of my life."

Roger pulled me closer, and I was in the crook of his neck. He kissed me on the head, "Goodnight, my love."

"Goodnight, my love," I kissed him on the cheek not too long after drifting away in my sleep.

April 11th, 1969- Third-person POV

Both of the twins haven't taken the split from the lads well. Star has constantly been partying. The Family was Star's anchor to not going too deep into drugs and drinking. With the breakup, she simply fell off the deep end. On the other hand, Scarlett was acting; things weren't as bad as they seemed. Scarlett had dropped into her depression and felt suffocated. The only way she felt like she could get some form of relief was to cut. She also has been busying herself with work, her boyfriend, and her friends. The lads weren't doing so well either, John would carry around the twins' rings, and he looked at the rings every time he missed them. At the studio, they will constantly mope on how much they missed the twins and say how they fucked up. George Martin started to get tired of just one week of moping, and vaguely, so was Elaina from seeing the twins breaking. Martin called up the twins' flat, hoping he could fix the damage that had happened, but if the twins answered, they would hang up. The last time Martin called, Elaina answered the phone, and Martin told her to come down to the studio to talk some sense into the lads.

Elaina's POV

I went to the studio to hopefully fix this mess. This has been the most tortured week ever. Scarlett and Star are destroyed, Star has been drinking and doing drugs more, and Scarlett will refuse the fact that she misses them. I walked into the studio, and everyone looked at me, fuck.

"You guys broke my best friends!" I snapped out of my shy fangirl stage, "What the fuck did you say to them."

"What we said to them? How about what they said to us," John said.

"You guys look fine, Star won't stop drinking and doing drugs, and I am honestly scared for her health without adding the number of people she's been sleeping with and chances of STDs." I started, "And Scarlett is pretending she doesn't care, but you can see she is breaking. She refuses to admit she needs help, Scarlett looks so broken and depressed, but she will tell you she's fine."

They all looked down to the ground, but I still had more to say, "You guys broke the two strongest people I know by just one fight. How did you manage to do that?"

"John said were not a family," Paul stated.

"For the last time, I said I didn't mean it," John yelled.

"Well, because of that, you messed up the only good bond we ever had," Ringo added. They all started to fight besides George. He looks like he's lost in his thoughts. He also looks more broken than the rest of them. I knew he had a thing for Star. Maybe he is feeling guilty? I didn't stay too long. I left as their fighting got a bit worse. Scarlett was right; they fought too much.

Scarlett's POV

I was at work, and Kelly and I started to talk about the articles and photos that just came in from the fashion show. We are waiting for Kelly's Manager, Ella Pierce. Kelly and I are picking up an article with pictures of me, Roger, Freddie, Star, George, and Ringo. The report had for its headline 'Beatle Twin Making It To The Big Shots' the article was saying how I was the assistance for Kelly Price and all that. I started to read it, and it showed more pictures of us.

"You miss them, don't you?" Kelly asked.

"What, no." I snapped out of it.

"Don't lie, Walker. You miss them."

"Do. Not."

Kelly shook her head with a smile, and we started to look at more articles and pictures. We heard the door knock, and Kelly and I quickly cleaned off her desk.

"Come in," Kelly yelled as Roger walked in. He looked at me and smirked.

"Hello, Ms. Price, can I take your assistant for a moment?" Roger asked. Kelly nodded, then got up and closed the door behind her.

"Hi," Roger walked up and hugged me.

"Hi," I said in his ear, "What's up?"

"Well, I want to see my girl and tell her something."

"What is it?"

"Me, you, dinner, and a Movie," Roger smirked.

"Sounds amazing. What movie?" I asked.

"Breakfast at Tiffany's. I know it's your favorite movie, and it's playing at a local drive-by," Roger kissed me then whispered in my ear, "I'll pick you up after work?"

"I can't wait," I wrapped my arms around his neck. He gave me a sweet kiss and then left as Kelly walked in. She gave a glance at Roger, then looked at me.

"You're making him wait? If I were you, I would've jumped his bone after the first date," Kelly looked at me, pointing in Roger's direction with her thumb, "You scared or something?"

"Just not ready," I shrugged.

"Sure," Kelly gave me a face.

"So, how long have you known Ella?" I coughed.

"Since I've been doing Kelly's Closet. Cordelia let me live in her basement when Danny was born. When I was selling my handmade clothes at the flea market, Ella came up to me with an offer I couldn't refuse. Her dad is a manager and had an empty building. She knew the owners of stores. I got the building, and the stores liked my clothes," Kelly said, "She grew up in a rich life. She made connections."

"Is she nice?" I asked as Kelly nodded. It wasn't long before we heard a knock on the door.

"Come in!" Kelly yelled. A girl with light hair and dark eyes walked in. Kelly got up from her seat, ran up, and hugged the girl.

"Ella!" Kelly squealed.

"Kelly!" Ella laughed. The two girls broke the hug. They giggled while walking toward me.

"Ella, this is Scarlett Walker, my assistant," Kelly introduced me to Ella, "Scarlett, this is my manager Ella Pierce."

"Aren't you famous?" Ella stuck out her hand.

"Eh, I don't think I am," I shook her hand.

"No, you're like really famous anyways, Ella Pierce," she laughed.

"Hi Ms. Pierce, Scarlett Walker," I laughed.

"Please call me Ella," Ella smirked as I nodded.

"I'll let you two have it. Good luck," Kelly walked out. She didn't tell me she was going to leave.

"You're that Beatles twin," Ella looked at me as I nodded.

"Yeah," I sighed.

"Why are you an assistant?"

"I want to move away from that title."

"I get that. So what is it like to grow up with the Beatles?"

"Interesting."

"You don't have your ring,"

"Excuse me?"

"I follow every A list celebrity, and you, my dear, are A list celebrity. Everyone knows you and your sister have those rings that match your brothers. You don't have yours on."

"I don't talk to the Beatles anymore. My sister and I gave them back the rings because it seemed right for the lads to have them."

"Damn, sorry to hear that."

Later...

Ella left. She's a lovely person, we did talk about what we will be accomplishing as work buddies, and she seemed pretty chill. Kelly and I were wrapping up the day as I waited for Roger to pick me up. Kelly got back into the conversation about Roger, and she's shocked that I'm still a virgin and didn't let him take my virginity yet.

"Honey, be careful. Girls will be crawling all over him once he gets famous," Kelly joked. I laughed and shook my head, then Kelly looked at me, "Does he have any single hot friends?"

"If you mean Tim, Brian, and Freddie, then no," I laughed, "He also is the only boy, so no hot siblings."

We cracked a few more jokes, and Kelly started telling me how she was thinking of returning to the dating game.

"I mean, I am a 25-year-old single mother. I want more kids, and I'm not getting any younger," Kelly started to bite her nails, "Do you have any suggestions on what to do?"

I looked at Kelly with a devilish smirk. Kelly's eyes got a little wide and concerned.

"What?" She asked.

"Well, I'm going to a Smile gig tomorrow. Come to my flat at seven if you want to," I smirked with a toothy grin.

"I guess I can call my babysitter," she said, "Your flat at seven?"

"Yep," I nodded. We walked, still laughing and joking. Roger pulled up just in time.

"Awww, he's on time. He's a keeper," Kelly walked to her car as I laughed and shook my head getting into Roger's car.

"Hi," I smiled.

"Hi," Roger smiled, "I went to the Premier first and got you your favorite chocolate fudge milkshake and burger and fries."

"Thank you," I blushed. We drove to the local drive-in and got comfortable in Roger's car. We cuddled up while eating our dinner.

"You know you can take off your jacket," Roger looked at me.

"I know... I just want to keep it on, if that's alright," I coughed. I don't want to show him my arms because that will bring a conversation that might push him away. When I bring up mental health to my boyfriends, they break up with me, acting like it's some burden, and as sad as it is to admit, I now think my mental health is a burden.

"Okay, whatever makes you comfortable," Roger kissed my temple.

April 12th, 1969

I opened the door to see Kelly. She tied her shirt to make it into a crop top and a plain pair of pants and heels.

"You look amazing," I said, "Come in. I have to get changed."

Kelly walked in, and I ran to my room and got changed. I put on a shirt, overall shorts, and then a pair of boots. I walked out to see Star in a dress that stops just below the thigh and Elaina in a mini skirt with a tank top that stops at the stomach. We all headed to the pub. Star and Elaina dragged Kelly to the bar and taught her how to pick up guys. I snuck backstage to see the boys. Tim and Brian are tuning their instruments as Roger is stretching. 

"Getting ready?" I leaned on the door frame.

"Not quite. I'm waiting for my kiss," Roger pouted as I smirked before walking up to kiss Roger.

"Remember when they hated each other?" Brian looked at Tim.

"Which time?" Tim asked.

"Funny," I rolled my eyes, looking at them, "Good luck, dumb and dumber."

"I think your boyfriend won the dumber," Brian pointed as I rolled my eyes. I gave Brian and Tim a hug and a kiss on the cheek as they did the same to me.

After the gig...

 I walked down to see Roger and quickly ran up to him as he picked me up, spun me around, and gently kissed me. I put my arms around his neck, and he put his arms around my waist, we pulled away from our kiss, and our noses were touching.

"God, you were amazing," I sighed in awe.

"Well, I don't know... You and Kelly had quite the moves," Roger gave me a toothy grin.

"What can I say? I love to dance," I blushed a bit. I could tell Roger blushed a bit, and we started to kiss again. Then got interrupted by a cough. I turned around to see Elaina, Kelly, Sienna, and Star.

"Aww, how cute!" Star teased. I rolled my eyes before the boys packed the van. We all decided to hit the bar and grab a table. Freddie ran into the bar, sat next to Star then realized Kelly was seated next to me.

"Oh my god, you're Kelly Price! You're like a fashion goddess!" Freddie started, "I am a huge fan."

"It's nice to meet you, Freddie, finally. I've been told a lot about you," Kelly smiled.

"You talk to her about me?" Freddie faced me. I nodded.

"I tell her about all of you guys," I answered. After a few drinks, everyone went home. Though I'm not legally allowed to drive, Roger is too wasted to drive, so I took Roger's keys. Once I got to Roger's flat, I tried to bring him into his room, but Roger was naturally flirting and clingy.

"You're cute. You know that?" Roger's speech was slurred, "Are you single?"

"No, I already have a boyfriend," I giggled.

"Well, he is a fortunate bastard," Roger got jealous and angry.

"Rog?" I smirked.

"What's up, pretty birdie?"

"You're the fortunate bastard."

"Oh, I am!" Roger's face perked like a puppy; I giggled, bringing him to bed.

"Why don't we get you changes, okay?" I grabbed a pair of Roger's PJs since his clothes are soaked in sweat and reak from all the alcohol he consumed. But Roger didn't cooperate too well. After a few minutes of trying to get my drunk boyfriend to get changed, I won. Soon as Roger plopped on his bed, he whined for me.

"How about I get changed, and we can cuddle?" I softly talked, and he agreed. I quickly got changed in the bathroom before returning to Roger's room. I slipped into the covers and put my arms around Roger, and he put him around me to pull me closer. I started to play with Roger's hair until I dozed off into sleep.

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❝ Birthday? Didn't know that was today. ❞ One long pause before he laughs and throws an arm over the other, pulling Sora into a mirthful headlock. ❝ Just messing with you. Let's hop in the ship and instead of following your heart just follow your stomach, Sora -- I'll pay for wherever we end up. ❞

But it was the journey he knew his old friend would appreciate more than the destination. When was the last time the two of them sailed the stars, together, anyway?

♕ -  “?? Wha-- You gotta be kiddin’ meeee!!” There wasn’t much hope in even escaping the instant the rare front of a playful side emerges from Riku. Oh if this wasn’t a clear reflection of those childhood days, like past to present, it causes a heavy film of nostalgia to emerge from the silly gesture. Unable to help it, he couldn’t help but break out into a genuine peal of laughter, his hands not either bothering to attempt any actual escape while he shoots a half-hearted glare up to the silver haired master. Brutishly flaring his nostrils at the gesture, within seconds he found himself relaxing, giving this big palm tree of a man a favorable pat upon the back.

Similar to the rare instances he’s come to spend with those close in his circles, it invokes a special feeling in having this day recognized, to see many of them so eager to come and celebrate his coming to the world along the rest of them. Truthfully, there’s no denying how after all they’ve been through, a smidgen of tears had to resist burning freely to dripping down his face. Call him sentimental, but after their tales, some of the late night scares he held before.

Sora almost forgot they spent birthdays together, and down deeper, there was a truly visceral fear they’d have an end too soon of ever coming to spend this type of time together on those voyages that coast alongside life and death.

‘And we’ve won them back, all these times we’ve planned to keep even after we’re old and gray..’ Despite the anxious chill remembering the crook of those memories introduced, it’s vastly overwhelmed by the sensation of joy that rings with the drum of his heart. Right now, they really get to hold a new fate, one made by their hand and leading to realms unknown that he eagerly intends to explore, side by side with his important people. “Even if it can get kinda pricy? You better be careful on what’cha knowing there. All this hard work sparks up an appetite!”

Even with that said, he’s literally levitating from the offer. Between them, learning those childish secrets, balancing tinges of adolescent regret with their growth into men, it began to click that the shift into proper adults held a shining, radiant lining about all of it. Even if he’s at a point where maturity serves as a central aspect, an avenue that justly gets so much attention... Deep down, kid Sora, teen Sora, young adult Sora. They never lost the central parts of what makes him who he is today, still knowing that kid part of them is shining strong since those days they were starry eyed dreamers on the beach side.. It made him happy.

”C’mon then. Time for the two of us to go n’ get one more adventure under our belts. I’ve seen this world with legendary kinds of food ya couldn’t imagine!”

It may of been a long time coming, it made of turn and twisted to be a lot more dangerous then they could’ve anticipated. Yet? They were about to be out here living their dream.

@litoredeem

#litoredeem #| Bottle Mail #Y'know going over this ask. It made me click on how with his oldest bonds #It REALLY sticks the lesson to appreciate what's always there #and having lost it for a time #It's really easy to make him sappy with this type of thing