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accio-victuuri · 3 years

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Hi can you provide the link to read manhuas you prefer?

Hello Anon! OMG Manhua/Manhwa Rec! Here we go! I’ve only been reading for 2-3 months (consistently), so this will be pretty limited. I will link to the legit sites. A google search will direct you to others.

Most of these are WIPs and some, sadly, are discontinued. I won’t add TGCF or MDZS here cause those are already a given. 👇🏼

• Body Electric by Dong Ye ( completed, supernatural, lots of trigger warnings and plotty )

Ba Song is the hotshot cop who’s been handed an open-and-shut case: the suicide of a young woman. Except… who commits suicide by stabbing their own body and strangling themself? There's only one man who can help him with this mystery — Bo Shan, the renowned forensic pathologist with a severe and cold personality. What's more, his body produces bioelectricity, allowing him to acutely sense bodily injury with his touch. There's an electric current between them, and each touch sizzles with energy

If you like crime dramas and stories where they solve mysterious cases then this is for you. The romance is subtle, and their relationship is not insta-love. strangers to colleagues to friends to lovers trope. This also discusses alot of issues the society has that will make you stop and think. Ba Song is really the honorable MC in here who always wants to help people and do good. While Bo Shan is the reluctant one but deep inside, he wants to make a difference too. I wish they would make a donghua or live action out of this.

• 30 year old by S-Monkey - ( ongoing, age difference, blind dates, slice of life)

Charlie Wei is a single and handsome executive. He’s also a closeted gay guy who’s been on way too many bad blind dates with women. Charlie’s still hung up on his ex-boyfriend James and is… gasp, 30! Charlie’s family thinks he’s straight and too old to be without a wife! During another bad blind date, Charlie meets the flirty Ethan, who both annoys and intrigues him. Can Charlie finally come out and find true love with Ethan or will he continue on his streak of bad blind dates?

The cover looks melodramatic but it’s really not. This is so funny! I read this because people were saying it reminded them of BoXiao. And yes, there are moments here that remind me of them, but it’s more like an AU of BoXiao. I stayed up late trying to get caught up in the chapters and you won’t realize it cause it’s just that good. I love seeing the older MC loosening up and being more of himself. and the younger one being more responsible in his career. They just become better versions of themselves because of each other. It’s so sweet!

• I ship me and my Rival - by Pepa ( ongoing, comedy, reads like a meta )

This follows the adventures of Wei Yanzi, a third-rate actor in the Chinese entertainment industry, stumbles onto a shipping fandom for himself and another actor (Gu Yiliang) while trying to escape from the flame wars and negativity. He's so taken with this group of fans who actually see him as a good guy instead of an enemy/rival of Gu Yiliang that he falls head-first into fandom and becomes actively involved in trying to provide shipping fuel and the fans' daily dose of fluff.

IF THERE IS ONE thing you will read here, let it be this. It is hilarious. If you are a CP fan you will relate so much and it’s a good time. It just shows how people who think are rivals can actually be really good friends in real life. What we see is not always what it seems. and people will interpret things based on their bias. The MC here is so dramatic! how his inner feelings/reactions were drawn will make you laugh.

• Path to You - by Sinran (completed, slice of life, age gap fluff and comedy )

When almost college dropout Jensen attempts to drink away his problems, unemployed Nathaniel suddenly pukes on him and ruins his night. As an apology, Nathaniel offers to help Jensen with his studies. Despite Jensen's difficulties in getting along with people, the two become friends and something deeper begins to grow between them

The story is so soft. If you want something with mild angst/misunderstandings— then pick this. I love the progression of their relationship and how they take care of each other. There are other themes showed here other than the romance.

• Red Candy - by Hanse (completed season one with a cliffhanger, explicit scenes, assassins )

Shihyeon, aka “Red Candy,” is a secret agent whose code name comes from bathing in the blood of his marks on dangerous missions. Shihyeon’s tasked with seducing and obtaining intel from Hajun, a hot college professor. Shihyeon can disarm enemies, but didn’t expect to be disarmed himself by Hajun’s own tight body. Now Shihyeon’s caught between loyalty to his spy agency and Hajun. Can Red Candy survive the incoming wave of enemies and still indulge in the sweet ecstasy of Hajun’s embrace?

THIS STRESSED ME OUT MAAAN. Wow. I loved this. That season one cliffhanger. It’s definitely up there as my favorite. If you think about it, the tropes are really not original. An assassin is sent to shadow a person and they develop a relationship. That simple. But NOOOOO! There are so many things going on. The Main mystery plot, Their relationship, their shared past plus you have other sketchy secondary characters. And did i mention explicit scenes? Lots of them. I want this two to have a happy ending!!!

• Lone Swan - by Chu Man (discontinued, cultivation, star crossed lovers)

After losing his memory, Yiqiu Shen, a disciple from the decent sect meets a very special man named Luofeng Yan, who is the leader of the evil Divine Wind Cult. When escaping and conflicting with Yan, Shen gradually finds his original self as well as his previous love back. Together they rip off the facade of the martial world and reveal the hidden true

I didn’t want to add a discontinued story here, with no novel as a source material but this one made an impact on me. so. yeah. THE ART. breathtaking. The plot = layered. There are times I don’t even know who is telling the truth. It had so much potential and i hope it will get picked up again at some point. People rec this to those who enjoyed TGCF and MDZS, and they are right. 👍🏼

• Dragon in Distress by Si Wang Wen Hua - ( ongoing, dragons, past life, lost power, fantasy )

This is a story about a little Eastern green dragon and a little Western black dragon playing together.

The synopsis is pretty simple if you look at it but this one is pretty interesting. and surprisingly funny. tinie AoAo is so cute! 🤍 the other MC has tsundere tendencies tho. Lots of lore and more truths to uncover as the story progresses. I’m not giving it enough justice with how i’m reccing it, but if you like dragons and fantasy — give this a go.

• Breaking through the clouds 2: Swallow the Sea - Huaishang (ongoing, based on a novel, crime, drama, cases)

Wu Yu, a newcomer of the Public Security Bureau, is gentle and frail. He doesn’t care about the difficulties posed by Bu ZhongHua, his strict boss, and only wants to stay in the background to be paid on time with enough for food. However, no one knows that this young man’s head is targeted by top drug traffickers for a large bounty or that this courageous young man has once slaughtered the dragon of the abyss. With a chain of interlocking cases, a series of troubles come one after another. Can the two people work together to survive through the difficulties?

Do you see a pattern with me? lol. I like crime themes. This one is the same and by the looks of it, the cases they solve will take longer to unravel. I haven’t read the novel it’s based on yet so i’m just going with how the manhua is progressing. I like it when Wu Yu turns full on action-mode and when ZH takes care of him. Plus it helps that they are both gorgeous. I’ll get back this with a proper link.

• Where the Wind Stays - by Yusa (completed season one, curses, demons, possession, timeskip, explicit scenes)

To break an ancient curse that plagues the royal bloodline, young Prince Tasara is destined to be sacrificed in death. Nara is enlisted as a palace servant to carry out the prince’s execution when the time comes. But he develops a soft spot for the cursed prince, and after committing an atrocious and unforgivable act against Tasara, Nara is desperate to right his wrongs. Soon, their lascivious relationship that had been kept under wraps tests his resolve. Will Nara be tempted away from his original mission? There’s no telling how far he would go to earn Tasara’s forgiveness.

This story broke my brain, in a good way. I don’t wanna say much cause it will spoil the story. It’s the type that you gave to see and suffer through yourself. I am excited for what happens in season II!!!

Honorable Mentions:

I’m placing these here cause I have only read a few chapters and tho I liked them, I wanna read more before reccing it in full. 👍🏼

• I accidentally saved the Jinghu’s enemy

• Global Examination

• Monster entertainment

• Demon Apartment

And that’s it! Hope enjoy Anon! 😊

#ask response #rec #manhua rec #manhwa rec

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ktheist · 3 years

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in another life (i would be your man)

muses. hero!yoongi / assassin!yoongi / father!yoongi / lawyer!yoongi

word. 2.5k

genre. reincarnation au

time and time again, you find yourselves in the other’s absolute mercy.

mercy, which both of you know, the other will not grant.

“have you any last words, hero?” the grass shrivels up around yoongi all because hot air wilts the greenest of life.

a single bead of sweat trickles down the side of yoongi’s face as he looks at you without a shred of fear in the face of death.

“all the gold you’re hoarding... does it bring you happiness?” he says, as though already finding serendipity before you can even drive your talon into his chest.

“happiness!” you roar, mockery dripping off your word, “such humanly sentiments. you forgot who you’re speaking to, hero.”

“yoongi... yoongi’s my name” he sighs softly, eyelids fluttering shut, “say it.”

it is you who fall silent this time.

to say the name of the soul who’s bound to you not for love but for destruction... have you the right?

in your last life, a good few hundred years ago, he’s the one that drove the cross into your chest.

in the one before that, you burn him at the stakes for the wretched powers he held.

in this lifetime, even the armor made of the silver cannot withstand the weight of your paw, talon digging into his chest as he lays underneath you, ready to accept the heroic death.

“very well, if not in this lifetime, then perhaps the next...”

you live for three human lifetimes as the great dragon who brought the continent together. the humans, without their hero, are mere mortals. they learned better than to put their faith in one man.

in the next lifetime, you find yourself kneeling in front of a silver haired man - what a striking hair color for someone who’s supposed to be on the low.

“my hand’s gonna slip,” that gravelly voice still sends shivers down your spine.

“what-” you breathe out, eyebrows knitting together.

he takes his aim.

but there’s something wrong.

the angle he’s pointing at will graze your cheek and ear at most.

then he shoots.

when the bullet bounces against the cement somewhere a few inches away behind you, your body moves on its own. your leg sweep out to send him tumbling down onto the ground. your thighs pin his hips down so he can’t get up and you push the gun farther beyond his reach.

“why are you doing this?” you hiss, knife against his throat.

“don’t you think we owe it to ourselves to be happy?” yoongi says simply, too complacent for a man who’s about to lose yet another life to his enemy.

“that’s not how it works,” teeth gritted together, you press the dulled side of the knife harder against his snow-kissed flesh.

“then, how does it work?” he asks.

for a moment, you’re frozen in place. then you’re taken back to where it all begins.

you were a queen who poisoned her king before proceeding to ruin the kingdom until it remains but a memory to those who’ve lived through your tyrannical era. yoongi was the crown prince from a small country who enticed you into his chambers and kept you locked in a tower like a caged bird while he went to war with the neighboring kingdom with your kingdom’s army.

“i- i hated you for seducing me and locking me up in that tower,” you murmur, breath shaky, “a- and you hated me because i-i couldn’t be killed... because i was...”

“a blood sucker.” he finishes for you.

a flash of anger crosses your eyes and paint your vision red. you press the knife harder - no doubt there would be a bruise, “no matter how immortal i was... i died because of a broken heart. you killed me!”

“i was breaking my own heart for having to keep you locked in that tower but if i let you go...” he trails off, his hand coming to settle on yours.

it’s the first time you hear him choke up.

“so many died because of our love,” yoongi’s voice comes out barely above whisper.

“your sin is mistaking hate for love,” you flick your wrist, switching the side of the blade pressed against his neck to one that could cut through clean and swift.

but before you can seal yet another lifetime of your surviving, a sharp pain cuts into your arm, forcing you to release the blade, your free hand cupping the familiar circular wound that’s gushing with blood.

you push yourself off him, going over the ledge and jumping off to your safety. and yoongi’s left in the cold, night air, the coms in his ear buzzing back to life.

it’s six months later that he finds you, dressed in deep red, smiling seductively as you cling on a man twice your age. all of a sudden, he finds himself ignoring whatever his partner’s saying in the coms and approaching you and the man.

yoongi can barely remember what he said but he remembers the overwhelming feeling of relief when the man pushes you off and march out of the room, shouting russian vulgarities.

“planting a bullet hole in my arm isn’t enough, you just had to sabotage my mission, don’t you?” you’re on top of him once again but the ground isn’t cold and hard as he’s always remembered in the series of you pinning him down in differing lifetimes.

“have you thought about what i said?” he doesn’t look like he minds it anymore.

being pinned down by you, that is.

rather, yoongi quite likes the view of your cleavage when you lean down close enough to whisper into his hears, “i reflected on my past mistakes... and truly, i wish nothing more than to have you gone from my sight once and for all.”

then his index finger ghosts over the softest protrusion of the healed up scar on your arm. and you feel goosebumps on your skin.]

you leave in the morning, slipping out of the hotel room in that skin tight maroon dress, noticing the woman in the lobby, looking like what you would’ve looked like if you were waiting for your partner who went against orders and checked into a room in the very same hotel he was supposed to eliminate his target at.

sloppy. fucking sloppy.

yoongi never sees you after that. he got reprimanded and almost got eliminated by his own agency if it hadn’t been his father, the head of the extermination department who pulled some strings and buried the matter.

it’s a surprise he’s still alive at the age of of thirty-one, owning a lawfirm of his own and living the life he’s never thought he’d have.

a normal one.

then, he spots you, walking down the sidewalk holding a toddler’s hand and smiling down at him like he’s the most precious thing you’ve ever hold dear to.

“stop the car,” yoongi orders.

“s-sir?” the driver, surprised by the sudden request, hesitates.

“pull over!” it’s the first time the young man has ever hear his boss raise his voice.

so he does just that, but a block away from where yoongi last saw you.

he runs as fast as his legs could carry him. but the sidewalk is empty of a woman holding a child’s hand.

it takes another year of him searching records of faces and names. for you have many and unlike yoongi, he’s sure you have no one to pull the strings and make one blunder disappear.

then he finds you, under a pseudonym, of a certain kim hana whose child is named kim youngsoo.

“it’s me,” he announces, stepping into the light that pours past the window and over not even half of the room.

“mommy, can we order pizza?” youngsoo’s lively voice rings from outside of the room.

“yeah, why don’t you decide what toppings you want and i’ll be out there in a sec, sweetie,” your voice sounds heavenly - none of the guarded strain that he usually hears. but your eyes, they look like the eyes of a woman who would give everything to protect her most precious possession.

“so it was you... one year ago,” you say, ambling to the dresser where yoongi easily finds out your motive.

“the gun’s not there anymore, you really think i’d break into the house of an ex-assassin and not think to look for weapons tacked up somewhere out of sight?” he hears the frustrated sigh you make before you stand with your feet apart.

looks like you believe his words.

looks like you’ve got no problems taking him on with bare hands.

“he’s mine, isn’t he?”

a scoff.

“you’re pretty dumb if you think one night’s all it takes to get pregnant with your bastard child.”

“who’s the father, then? why isn’t he around?” he presses on.

and his questions have always been intrusive but you notice the weight of his every inquiry. as if he’d drop dead right this instant if you don’t answer them.

“he walked away, couldn’t accept that we had to always be on the move just because he had a baby with a wanted woman.”

and it’s not the police that wants you.

“his social security number?” yoongi shoots you another question.

“i don’t know. i don’t remember,” you say simply, a shrug accompanying your answer.

“number one rule of being an assassin: never forget anything,” yoongi recites easily, even after five years, he still recalls the drilling his mentor forced him through, “so that leaves us with one possibility: he doesn’t exist, this ex of yours.”

“mooooom.” youngsoo calls out, sounding too close for comfort.

“just a minute, sweetie. why don’t you take my phone out of my bag and get ready to dial up the number to the pizza place?” there’s a lightness in your tone.

envy wraps around yoongi’s heart before he even realizes it. how he wished you’d speak to him in that delicate, loving tone as well.

“look, i’m tired, i��m done playing games, i’ve been done since that night. i know i fucked up and i know some day i’ll pay for it but not tonight... tonight... at least let me have one last night with my kid.”

it’s the way the word ‘my’ and ‘kid’ fall naturally off your mouth that makes yoongi realize that he’s the one stuck in the beginning all along. that he’s the one who couldn’t move on from the past even though he sought to change the present and threw your world upside down when he decided not to take the shot.

before he can say anything, you’re already out of the door but he senses no rush in your footsteps.

“do you have the pizza place’s number down?” there it is again, the soft, tender tilt in your voice.

it’s a little faint but he hears it clearly.

and it may very well just be a trick to make him sympathize but what is he to sympathize with when he’s only here to ask for confirmation?

why do you treat him like death who’s finally come to take back your borrowed time?

well, the answer was simple.

“i paid off the bounty,” yoongi meets you at a cafe where he knows you’ll feel safer.

no assassin will make a move in broad daylight, in public, with his face out for the cameras to record.

“how much?” you sound like you just got another loan tying you down.

“enough that they can’t resist,” he states.

and before you can even say anything, he goes on, “i want to see him.”

“no.” you say curtly.

“he’s my child too.” he slides the white envelope he pulls out of his pocket to you.

it contains the dna results from the hair on the comb youngsoo complained he lost and yoongi’s own hair.

“he’s doesn’t need a father,” you don’t even give the envelope a second glance, “if that’s all-”

“that’s not for you to decide on your own,” he cuts you off.

it’s the firmness in his tone that makes your eyebrows rise. min yoongi has always been a gentle soul. even when he was driving a cross into your heart, he’d done it with the heaviest heart.

and for him to place his foot down like this - how very unlike him.

which is why, when he pulls, you pull harder.

“if you so much as appear in front of youngsoo, we will disappear and i’ll make sure you’ll never us again.”

and with that, you take out the blank check from your purse and slip it over to him. the check and the envelop laying side by side.

money isn’t the issue, you’ve managed to wire every single penny you have to different bank accounts before the agency could even freeze the one in seoul. it took several trips to japan, hong kong and china but you eventually got enough to start a new life with your new life.

and that new life of yours is being shaken by the presence of an entity of the past.

you begin noticing the men and women dressed in plain clothing standing a few feet away from where you and youngsoo go. they’re there, acting absolutely normal which makes it unnormal. always watching, always being on guard as if their lives depend on you and youngsoo’s security.

it goes on for another three months before you finally get tired of it and approach one of them, “call your boss over.”

youngsoo’s blowing bubbles at the park when a sleek black car pulls up at the curb and a familiar face steps out.

“you can see him every week on saturdays, one no-show and you’re out. also- i decide when he finds out,” you set the rules and yoongi looks like he a little kid who’s about to perform at his school’s talent show, “do we have a deal?”

“absolutely,” he nods readily.

yoongi’s hand moves on its own and he almost hooks his index finger around your pinky finger as if asking for some kind of emotional support. but he stops himself.

he walks beside you, watching as you walk out from under the shades of the tree, your expression instantaneously brightening when the sunlight hits, “youngsoo-ah,” you wave the toddler over.

his little legs comes running towards you, curious, bright eyes staring at yoongi and right through his soul. he’s never felt so bare and defenseless.

the only thing that keeps him from running away is the fondness in your voice. and the smile on your face that he’s never seen before, “youngsoo-ah, this is uncle yoongi, he’s mommy’s friend...”

yoongi musters the best smile he can - he never needed to try. it’s the people around him that force smiles to please him. never the other way around. never him having to smile so he wouldn’t scare off his son.

he crouches in front of the child that’s partially hiding behind you, “youngsoo-ah, it’s nice to finally meet you.”

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koocycle · 4 years

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if not forever | jk drabble

pairing. jungkook x reader

summary. “i wanted to be with you for a long time, if not forever. you ruined that. you ruined many things.”

wc. 1.6k

warnings. none

a/n. kinda messy post break up drabble. wrote this in one go and did not (!!) proof read nor edit ahaaa my sincere apologies if this is the worst thing u ever read

masterlist

“what’s so funny?”

your voice comes out a little harsher than you had officially intended to and for some odd reason, you had hoped to throw him off guard with it. however, the same beautiful yet forced grin keeps its place on his face. the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes yet he makes no effort into erasing it, maintaining his gaze on the plates of seafood in front of him.

“i’m sorry, i don’t mean to laugh at you,” he speaks with his mouth still stuffed with the fried shrimps you ordered earlier, showing you he kept his old habits you always told him to get rid off. “but it’s kinda funny to me.”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you lie as you reposition yourself in your seat. he doesn’t need to see it, but he knows your fingers are nervously fumbling with the edge of the table cloth.

“you do, though.” the man in front of you places his chopsticks neatly back in place whilst speaking, still not making any eye contact.

“you don’t even like the dude. you’re making him look ridiculous sitting here.” he dares to state out loud, chewing on the last remains in his mouth.

the urge to roll your eyes at the man is getting stronger, and at first you decide to not give him the satisfaction of an answer. you have better things to do, you keep repeating to yourself. you don’t have time for such childish acts, you decide. that until he speaks up again.

“what even was that story about? dude keeps talking about his art galleries and shit. as if you could care less.” he snickers cockily into the warm air.

“drop it, jeongguk.”

“oh and don’t get me started on when he began to show off his paintings.” he huffs, “he was literally fishing for compliments. couldn’t be more obvious.” he continues on, taking another sip of his sparkly water. “he thinks he’s the shit because he owns a pair of designer shoes and a gucci bag.”

“excuse me, taehyung is a very fine man. thank you very much.” you snap at him, not taking his harsh words any longer.

“sure.” he holds his hands up in the air. “i’m just saying, he isn’t what you’re looking for.”

“and what am i looking for, jeongguk?” you ask almost immediately, fed up with his attitude and big ego. “since you know me so well, tell me everything about it.”

“i’m not trying to invade your life, since you decided i shouldn’t be a part of it any longer-”

you hold your finger up in the air, shushing him mid-sentence, “give me a minute to take notes, yeah?”

a beat of silence passes through the both of you, each of you way too stubborn to break the intense eye contact you are sharing. bubbles of laughter erupt on the tables beside yours, happy couples and families making the most out of their night, the tense atmosphere on the table next door going completely unnoticed by them.

and for the first time this night, you and jeongguk are actually, sincerely looking at each other. the previous hour before taehyung excused himself to the bathroom was filled with awkward small talk and tacky glances that didn’t last any longer than a second.

you didn’t plan to find your ex in this restaurant this exact night. fuck, you didn’t plan to see him ever again, you assured yourself it was better for your own mental health. and when your tinder date decided to meet up at his favorite restaurant? what would you do then? you’d go nonetheless. because what were the odds of seeing the one person you didn’t bet on seeing tonight? the chances were small, that for sure, but with your luck, you should’ve seen it coming.

and what would you do when your ex introduced himself to your new date as an old friend of yours? of course you’d sit down at his table. of course you would, because your prince charming for the night was a beautiful social butterfly. as talented as he is, as breathtaking as he looks, it wasn’t enough and he just had to be social enough to accompany this so called old friend on his table.

“i just don’t get how you can date him.” he sighs into the air, leaning back in his chair with a huff.

“he seems like a cool person to be around, whether or not he reaches your standards,” you say, slumping down your own seat now. “and we’re not dating.”

“you’re going on dates with him.” he corrects himself. “and you bring him to places i’ve been bringing you to the past three years?”

you hate the sharp edge to his tone. you hate the desperate search for answers which is evident in his voice. you hate it. you caused it, you’re aware. and the pang in your chest grows each second of taehyung’s absence.

“how could you throw us aside like that?”

his voice is booming loud and clear through your ears, and even though you had been expecting this question sooner or later tonight, you still hadn’t figured out a solid answer for him. you wish you had.

“did those three years mean nothing to you?” he has so many questions bottled up inside of him, so many questions he has collected over the past months, unable to form any solid answers himself - so now that you’re in front of him, he has to take his chances, no?

the sight of you not making any eye contact is irritating him, though. he doesn’t see, but he knows you’re staring at your fumbling fingers under the table, folding the edges of the napkin placed on your lap. your pretty lips are shut tight, the beautiful toothy smile he was once able to appear on your face, has disappeared. your silence is killing him.

“did they mean nothing to you?” he asks again, his voice slightly cracking halfway.

you feel his stare burning on your face, you hear the way he holds his breath for a few seconds. and it pains you. “they did. they still do.”

“then why did we stop? we were perfect together.” his voice lowers a few octaves, “we were perfect.”

“jeongguk..”

“i planned to stay with you for a long time, if not forever.” he says, unable to keep his stares away from you. he hates how you’re able to stay so silent, proving all the assumptions that had been swerving in his mind to be right. he wants to yell at you for being so calm, he wants you to know how he’s been feeling the past couple of months. like total shit.

he loves you so much. he loves you so much that it hurts. he loves you so much that he wants you to go through the pain he’s been going through. he may know it’s selfish, but the way you’re sitting there, slumped onto your seat, giving him answers filled with silence - he doesn’t care no more. doesn’t want to care.

“don’t say stuff like that, guk. you don’t mean that.” you rub your temples in a tired manner. “we both know that wasn’t going to work with the way things were going between us.”

they way his name leaves your lips in such an unfamiliar manner makes his head spin.

“you thought it wasn’t going to work.” he snaps, and loudly so, making a few heads turn in your direction. “you thought so many things and you made a rashed decision that isn’t better for neither of us.”

he continues on, “i wanted to stay with you for forever. you ruined that - you ruined many things. you ruined the beautiful things we had.” he rambles, and you can feel your heart beat against your ribcage now. “i bet you didn’t even think twice about the break up. bet you just went up and left. probably for this guy too. you didn’t care - you don’t care about those years. you’re selfish.”

“you gotta stop it, guk.”

“i have to remind myself to not be sad when i go home to an empty house when i leave work.” he says, an accusing finger pointing your way. “i loved you and you didn’t give two shits. i have to wake up and go to bed with a shit feeling whilst your out here going on dates with guys you barely know?”

you catch your breath in your throat. you want him to know how much he meant to you - how much he still means to you. how you’re going through it as well. you’re not sure if he’d still believe you, considering the circumstances you were in.

“i’m going through it as well, jeongguk. i swear i am. just as much as you.” you reach for his hands resting on the table, needy for some contact.

he pulls himself away from you, though. so your hands fall on the wooden table in defeat. “this is as hard for me as it is for you. but i had to do this. what we had wasn’t healthy.”

he nods as if he understands you. he doesn’t. his lips purse and his glossed eyes are the last thing you see before he tears his gaze away and grabs his stuff on the chair next to him.

“you don’t understand.” he mumbles, right before he goes up and leaves.

you call out for him a couple more times, but he’s not listening, so you watch him from afar, just until you hear the heavy door of the restaurant go to a shut.

and you cry.

#bts #bts au #jungkook #jungkook au #jungkook angst #bts angst #bts drabble #bts oneshot #jungkook drabble #jungkook fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic

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mirkwoodshewolf · 3 years

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Robin and Gale Hood; Ben Hardy x reader Chap. 10

*Author’s note*

And here we are with the next chapter of Robin and Gale Hood guys. Now I’m thinking after I post up chap. 11 it’s either gonna be 2-3 more chapters after that idk I haven’t quite figured that part out yet, but hopefully soon I’ll have the next chapter up :) Also for King Richard I’m imagining a late 80′s early 90′s Roger Taylor look.

Warnings: extreme swearing C word is used here (and no I’m not meaning the other word for balls or a rooster), attempted murder, severe injury.

Chapter 10,

Return of the King

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“It can’t be……” Robin muttered.

“But it is.” Little John said as a smile spread across his face.

“Uncle Richard!” Marian proclaimed. All went quiet as the people cleared a path and slowly riding on top of his magnificent dark brown armored covered shire horse was King Richard himself.

Much like his son Prince James, king Richard was a handsome man. Piercing blue eyes that resembled the great ocean, hair still having a tint of blonde (but not as much as it did when he was younger), he wore a golden suit of armor with a lion crest at the center piece of his uniform, and a large sword sat at his side.

Looking at this middle aged man you could see that he was a true king. There was just this regalness about him, like a true lion.

As he walked forward towards the gallows, the people of Nottingham all bowed before him, even the Sheriff’s guards bowed before him. When he reached the gallows, the Sheriff, Sir Heston and Prince John all stared at him in shock.

“Richard, I—I did not expect you to…….” Prince John started but Richard snarled as he pointed at him.

“I’ll deal with you later.” Immediately Prince John coward to his knees as Richard’s eyes now turned to the Sheriff. “Now I ask again Sheriff, what is the meaning of all this?”

“A witch trial, your majesty.” He looked up towards his son who was protecting the so called ‘witch’ by shielding her with his own body.

“Were you willing to take my son along with her?”

“That was never my intention your majesty. I would never harm the future King.” The Sheriff tried to save his own hide by acting innocent.

King Richard spoke not a word as he dismounted from his horse onto the stage. He walked past the Sheriff and stood before his son. The two look-alikes stared at each other as Richard told his son.

“James, stand aside.”

“I won’t!”

“I know how you feel about these trials, but it is the law son.”

“I don’t care! She’s not a witch.”

“And how do you know that exactly?”

“Because this is the girl I fell in love with six years ago. The girl who’s always been on my mind even as you sent me away to London with Marian.” Richard’s eyes softly widened and he said.

“This is the girl? The one that broke your heart?”

“Yes. But that’s in the past now. Because I love her father.” All was silent in the village square.

“Your majesty. It’s clear that for six years your son has been under this witch’s spell, and…….” The Sheriff spoke into the King’s ear.

“Another word out of you and I’ll cut off your forked tongue!” Prince James threatened.

“How dare you speak to me……”

“And how dare you treat my son that way! Remember your place Sheriff!” The Sheriff backed off glaring at the young prince.

“Look around at what these two have done. They’ve oppressed the people and nearly killed an innocent woman without a proper trial. And she’s not just any ordinary woman. Her name is Gale Hood, sister of Robin Hood.”

James turned back towards Gale and pressed his forehead to hers as he wrapped his hand around the back of her head cradling it away from the stake.

“Together along with their friends, they’ve kept Nottingham from falling to ruins. Father would you willingly kill a hero of the people?” King Richard looked down at his people.

All of them looking up to their king, pleading for this execution to not happen. He then turned to see his niece locked up in a cage along with Robin Hood and his band giving him the same look. Finally he turned back to his son who held a fire in his eyes. A fire that was passionate about his beliefs and words.

Much like his late wife Queen Dominque.

King Richard withdrew his sword. Everyone waiting on bated breath on what would happen next, but to everyone’s surprise he held his sword in a surrender position.

“My son speaks with the wisdom beyond his years. When I returned to my kingdom I’ve seen anger and prejudice in my staff’s hearts. But he comes with courage and understanding. From this day forward; if there is to anymore killing, it will not start with my rein.” He placed his sword back into its saber.

He then turned to one of the guards down below and ordered him to release Gale and her friends as well as his niece.

The guard raced up and cut Gale from the stake and as soon as she was freed, James took her in his arms, spun her around and the two embraced each other tightly. The people of Nottingham all cheered for the renouncing claim of Gale’s blood.

Prince John couldn’t believe this and neither could the Sheriff.

“Do something you fool!” whispered Prince John harshly. The Sheriff glared at the prince and said to one of his loyal guards.

“Shoot them all down.”

“No.” the man said.

“What?”

“With King Richard back, we no longer follow you.”

“You’re insane. I gave you this position! You follow and obey me!” but none of his guards obeyed him. Only gathered around and dropped their bows at his feet.

Twitching his eye in anger he grabbed one of the crossbows and notched an arrow as he snarled.

“Fine. You won’t serve me so long as Richard is alive will you?” he aimed the crossbow right for King Richard’s head.

Gale looked towards the Sheriff and saw him getting ready to shoot at the King. She immediately got out of James’ embrace and cried out.

“NOOO!!!” she pushed King Richard out of the way, taking the arrow just above her right breast.

“GALE!!!!” Robin called from the ground. As Gale collapsed to the ground with the arrow in her chest, James knelt down beside her and held her in his arms.

The Sheriff’s eyes widened as one of his ex-guards snarled out.

“You shot the Prince’s love.”

“She-she stepped right…right into it. It was her own fault! Prince John! Heston! Tell them it wasn’t my fault!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I begged you not to kill her.” John shrugged nonchalantly.

“Prince James and Maid Marian were right all along!”

“We never should’ve believed either of you!”

“GET THEM!!” the three then tried to make a quick get away from the guards but all too quickly the people of Nottingham got to them and began to tear right through them angrily.

“UNHAND ME YOU FILTHY PEASANTS!!” the Sheriff exclaimed. He soon had the crossbow taken from him as Maid Marian stood over him and she proclaimed.

“Put them all in chains!”

“I’ll see you hanged for this you cunt!” the Sheriff growled.

“And sew this one’s mouth shut!” Marian said as amongst the people of Nottingham, the guards pulled the Sheriff away from Marian’s face.

Her pride soon turned back to fear as she raced up to join Robin, his friends, Arthur, James, Friar Tuck and her uncle up on the gallows to check on Gale.

Both James and Robin knelt down at Gale’s side each of them holding her hand. Friar Tuck and King Richard knelt down beside her head. Friar Tuck wiping her forehead as she kept hissing and groaning in pain.

“Sister, please just hold on. We’re going to get you help. Oh Friar Tuck please tell me she’ll be okay!” pleaded Robin.

“She’s a fighter, but I am no doctor Robin. All I can do is pray to the good Father that he’ll spare our beloved Gale.”

“Isn’t there any medical supplies your staff can use?” Little John asked.

“We have some but nothing that Gale needs. If we are to save her, she needs to go to London. There we might have a chance to save her.” Arthur said.

“Then prepare the royal carriages. Make sure we hook up the fastest horses we’ve got. There will be no stopping till we reach London.” King Richard said.

Within minutes the royal carriage was prepped and ready. Gale now lying on a small portable bedspread. The blanket covering up her bare body so that the arrow was the only thing being shown.

James came up and knelt down beside his love and took her hand in his. He stroked the back of her hand with his thumb and he told her.

“You’re gonna be alright my love. I promise. Just stay awake for me.”

“I’ve had worse than this.” Gale told him before hissing in pain.

“Try not to speak so much my love.” Robin soon came up and walked towards them. James kissed her hand before gently placing it down and walked away giving the two siblings some alone time. Robin knelt down beside his sister and stroked her cheek.

“You are either the single bravest woman I’ve ever seen. Or the craziest.”

“I learned from the best, brother.” Gale grinned weakly. “Will—will you come with me?” at that point Robin’s face grew solemn. He felt his sister’s hand touch his cheek and he said.

“Someone has to stay here and help rebuild Nottingham. Marian and I have elected to do just that.”

“Then……so will I.”

“No sister. You have to go to London.”

“But—but we promised each other we wouldn’t leave one another.” Gale said with tears in her eyes.

“And we never will. No matter what happens, I’ll always be with you. Just like you will with me. And—just like our mother always has.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to his sister’s forehead.

He lingered on the kiss till he finally separated from her. The two siblings looking at each other teary eyed, hoping that this wouldn’t be the last time they ever see each other again. As two of King Richard’s guards picked up the bed, Robin and Gale’s hands kept hold of each other till the distance finally forced them apart.

She was placed in the royal carriage with King Richard and Prince James.

“Godspeed Gale Hood.” Friar Tuck said as he gave his final prayer to Gale. The curtains closed around the royal coach and the coachman urged the horses onward and in a cloud of dust, the royal coach rode out of Nottingham straight to London.

The royal escorts rode up front to show that this was a dire emergency and that anyone on the path ahead needed to clear the way for the King.

Inside the coach, James kept his hand intwined with Gale’s, stroking the back of it and giving it a kiss every now and then. King Richard, who had been observing his son’s affections for the young female rouge, finally spoke to Gale.

“Answer me this child. Why did you take that arrow for me? Knowing you could die.”

“Father, Gale can’t……”

“I can speak James, just—not in so many words.” She then turned to the great King and replied. “People always do crazy things—when they’re in love.” Her eyes then shifted towards James who looked down at her with sad but loving eyes. Tears pooling behind his green orbs as he pressed her hand against his cheek. Richard reached his hand out and gently placed it on top of Gale’s head, softly stroking through her raven black hair.

“You’ll get the finest medical treatment London has to offer. I swear to you. England, my son, and I owe you a great debt Gale Hood.” Gale smiled tiredly before feeling the fever starting to take affect on her as she soon passed out.

James’ heart suddenly stopped as he looked down at his beloved in fear. He felt her forehead and winced at the sudden heat that radiated from her.

“She’s burning up father!” Richard reached for a bowl of water and a towel.

“Dab her lightly around her forehead and collarbone. It’ll have to do for now till we get to London.” James took the rag and wrung it out first before placing it onto her face.

“I can’t lose her. Not when I just got her back. I don’t know what I’ll do if I lose her again.” he wept as he continued to dab his beloved’s face with the damp cloth. Richard stared at his son with empathy.

He knew what his son was going through because he once went through that when he lost his beloved Queen years ago. That familiar feeling of heartbreak fearing that your soulmate will leave this world leaving you alone in this dark hell that was the living realm. Leaving nothing but pain and heartbreak in the wake of their death.

“Step on it will yah! Gale’s fever is spiking and we don’t have much time! Double time!” Richard banged on the roof of the royal coach, crying out to the coachman. He then turned to his son and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, “I can promise you this my son. We will do all that we can to save your beloved. But you have to be strong for not only yourself, but for her.”

“Yes father.” Richard pressed his forehead against his son’s and the two of them stayed in that position for a moment before turning their attention back to Gale.

It took almost an entire day but just a few hours before dawn, the royal escort finally arrived at the heart of London. The horses charged through the gates of the castle that stood at the heart of the city and with no time to waste, Gale was brought in and taken to the medical wing.

She was now awake for a brief moment as a doctor was prepping to first remove the arrow from her chest before proceeding to heal the actual wound itself.

James was forced to wait outside because he vowed that he wouldn’t leave his love’s side for even a second. Even if he was forbidden to enter the room, he still wanted to be there for Gale.

Inside the room, the doctor had candles lite all over the room so that he could have the perfect lighting for what he needed to do. He first numbed the area with some oils and turned to Gale and said to her.

“The area’s sterilized. Now comes the hard and most agonizing part. Are you ready?” Gale nodded then the doctor took out a towel and Gale opened her mouth so that he could place the towel in her mouth to prevent her from getting lockjaw. Gale’s chest anxiously rose and fell at a heavy pace as the doctor reached out for the arrow and took hold of it.

Soon all that could be heard was a muffled but agonizing scream.

James covered his mouth with his hand, feeling his love’s pain almost as if it were his own. All he could hear was her agonizing screams and groans coming from the other side of the door.

As the sun began to rise, Gale’s screams and groans went silent.

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Writing for the First Time and Realizing My Life Sounds Like a Movie

TW: Death, dead animal, hateful feelings toward a person, bad feelings, sex mention (there’s like one), talking about cancer, and cheating on a spouse

It’s been a long year. I’m not super sure how old I am now. Roman and Remus were born 26 years ago, so… I was about twenty four when that happened.. So 50 something, I’ve never been good at math.

Yeah, god, the boys are 26 years old. I was sent into the void when they were about 14, I can’t even imagine dealing with secondary school after losing your mum. I know I couldn't have done it. I missed so much of their lives. I miss when life was simple.

My parents always urged me to get married, even if it wasn’t my soulmate. So one day I did. I married my friend, Jose, he was also gay. I didn’t find out that I was a lesbian until like around the time Agnes passed away. No, but, I really miss him. I knew him from kal, he was the only one who made it bearable. Jose was actually the one who got me into boxing, he was a really good guy. We got married, did the naked tango (neither of us cared for it) because we both wanted kids, I got pregnant with Roman and Remus, and then Jose got cancer.

Well, technically, he had it for a while. He got lung cancer from secondhand smoking, from an Aunt that lived with him. He didn’t know, he just thought that maybe he was just super allergic to something. It was awful. I saw my best friend deteriorate in front of me, he didn’t even get to meet the boys. They were born a week after he passed. Probably the hardest year of my life.

I remember I married Roman, my now ex-husband, on the same day my sons, Roman and Remus were born. He was just a guy friend from the gym, he needed a marriage to satisfy his parents, so ya know.

Life sucked for the next year, as much as I love my little prince and duke, they were a handful as babies. I dug myself out of my grave, I started to do farm work, I picked up Opera once more. Life picked up a little, I made money from my talent, and helped keep up the farm. It was great taking care of the boys. Roman loved the musical arts as much as I did, and Remus loved punching things as much as I did.

I remember that I helped out with one of the cows who were giving birth. I brought Roman in afterwards, he was about 5 or 6 at the time. I introduced him to the calf, she was brown and white I think. Bubs was currently obsessed with the Little Mermaid, and he named her Ariel. I didn’t let my husband kill the heifer when she grew up, Roman really loved that cow. I swear that thing was more dog than cattle, she might still be alive. I know they can live like 22 years.

Remus and I would go hunting for Cane Toads. We both hated the damn things, after all we are Australian. Obviously he was a little older so about 11, 12 when we went, I taught him how to shoot a bow. I know it sounds brutal, but you don’t hesitate to kill a bug, right? And things are like cats, they kill anything they can get their hands on. He was named after my buddies, Remus O’Malley and Johnny Drummond. Remus Jose John Douglas Rowe, I’d say it’s a pretty alright name, of course, a smidge long but we did long names in the Mejia-Cortes-Rowe household. No, but, my little duke was a good shot, and he probably still kills Cane Toads to this day.

Those days were so nice. I miss them so much.

Of course, I loved Agnes and Johnny with all my heart. They were some of my best friends. When it happened, I just shut down, Verrill died not too long after her. Jannie and O’Malley were in one of their spits around that time, so Janus left the group. All I could think of was getting revenge. I fucking hated Abigail. I despised her. I wanted her dead. I wanted to hurt her badly. I know it was unfair, but at the time I did not know.

We never got along. She and I just did not mix. She was cynical and rude, and looked down upon me like gutter trash half the time. She had some kind of superiority complex, I swear, I bit my tongue though. I don’t like to judge people, but it’s human nature to in some ways. She always pushed my buttons, I found it hard to respect her. I knew she was in tangos with a married guy, and it wasn’t an open marriage or anything. It was a poor woman who was being cheated on by this canadian jackass who spoke like the weird French skunk cat harasser.

I think I only got along with her once. She was doing research on everyone’s family trees. Abigail wanted to recognise void ticks, symptoms, patterns, etc. She was smart, I'd give her that. The project interested me, so I didn’t say anything. I kept peace most of the time, because the others seemed to like her. Her daughter and grandson were pretty nice people though, I don’t know how that happened (Well, maybe I do, I think her daughter was raised by an Aunt or something, and the grandson was some other couple).

But now, looking back I don’t know if I don’t regret anything.

I don’t know.

I think my life is still incomplete. I know why. I still haven’t met her. I want to meet her. I’m getting older, and my friends are dying. I kinda wish my grandson, Kenzie, had at least two abuelas. I think most people desire that kind of companionship, I just want what the straight have unfortunately.

I thought writing this down would help. I always meant to go to therapy but time got ahead of me. And now, I have a different job. I gotta watch over some people, and I would like to meet Jannie’s sister, oh, and Beetle too.

Welp, probably gonna sing love songs over and over, and sob into my ukulele. Uh

Peace.

#tw death mention #tw death #tw dead animal #tw hate #tw bad feelings #tw sex mention #tw cancer #tw cancer mention #tw cheating mention #intothevoids #alternate universe #camila mejia cortes #ned’s bedtime stories

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Book One: Gold (Prompto x Reader) Chapter XXIV

Prompto drove the snowmobile out of the facility. The vehicle sped across the snow as they tried to find a safe place away from the empire. (Y/n) unwound one of her arms from around him and conjured a few flaming throwing knives. She tossed them at the soldiers that were trying to stop them, knocking them out of the way. "You focus on driving! I'll handle the enemies!" She shouted over the engine.

"Gotcha!" Prompto guided the snowmobile through the opening she created. He tried his best to avoid the paths littered with imperial forces, but some of them he couldn't avoid at all.

(Y/n) continued to use her magic even though it was weak. They didn't make it far before they were being followed by airships. Seeing the incoming bombs, she instructed Prompto on which way to go in order to avoid being blown to smithereens. While giving him directions, she managed to conjure a large fiery vortex that consumed many of the airships. It was weak, but powerful enough to take down the air vessels.

Her body slumped against Prompto's back once they were in the clear for a short while. Her breathing was shallow and he could tell. "Hang in there a little longer, (Y/n)."

"Whatever they drugged me with hasn't completely worn off." She smiled weakly. "But I'll do my best."

As he drove off a ramp and off the cliffside, her grip tightened around his waist. She could feel the extent of her exhaustion and shook her head, trying to stave it off as long as she could. She was pulled from her tiredness the moment she spotted MA Hoplomachuses in the distance. Holding up her hand again, she formed her own fiery missiles and used them to intersect the mechs' projectiles. She saved them from being blown off the snowmobile.

As they sped past the mechs, (Y/n) could see the edges of her vision were turning black. She was beginning to lose consciousness and barely couldn't keep her eyes open. She closed her eyes for a brief second, but they shot open when she heard another MA Hoplomachus. Lifting her head from Prompto's back, she watched as the mech landed in the snow and blocked their path. It fired a barrage of missiles at them, which she was unable to protect them from.

Prompto expertly dodges the first three missile, but the fourth hits the ground just behind the snowmobile as he drove off a cliff. He lost his balance due to the blast from the explosion and wound up losing control of the vehicle. They both flew off the snowmobile and crashed into the snow at the bottom of the cliff. (Y/n) lost consciousness, her body slowly being covered with the fresh snowfall.

On the other hand, Prompto was still conscious. His body was in pain from the crash and he laid in the cold snow for a short while. Then, he slowly rolls onto his back and lays there looking up for a moment at the falling snow. He shuts his eyes for a brief moment. "Catch ya later, Aranea..."

After a quiet moment passes, Prompto pushes himself onto his hands and knees and crawls over to (Y/n). He checked her for injuries before sitting beside her with a heavy sigh once seeing she was uninjured. "At least I'm not alone..." Standing up, he pulled the snowmobile out of the snow and placed it right-side up.

Next, he returned to the spirit and scooped her up into his arms. He carries her over to the vehicle, placing her unconscious form behind him. Patting his pants, he found the bandana that was once tied around his arm. He grabbed her wrists and tied them together with it while they were hooked around his waist. "Hope it isn't too tight, (Y/n)," he whispered. Leaning forward, he grabbed the handles and started the snowmobile.

Carefully, Prompto drove the rest of the way to Decratom Haven. He parked the snowmobile right beside the runic stone before untying (Y/n)'s wrists and carrying her the rest of the way. He placed her down on the cold ground, already missing her warmth.

His next course of action was to start a fire. He managed to locate some sticks and ignited them by striking two rocks together. He tossed the rocks aside, huffing out a grunt. "What I wouldn't do for fire magic right about now..."

With the campfire now burning bright, Prompto searched for any provisions left behind by previous campers. Luckily, he found a single can and a spoon. He sat down beside the curled up (Y/n) and popped open the can to enjoy its contents.

As night fell over Eos, Prompto lowered the can. He wasn't particularly hungry, but he knew he would need sustenance after what all happened and what is to come. He took a few bites before leaving the rest for the spirit. "Almost as good as what Iggy used to make," he chuckled feebly. He sets the can down and looks around. His eyes landed on the unconscious girl. "Well, at least it's quiet for a change and you can get some rest, (Y/n)."

Prompto stared into the bright flames of the campfire for a moment before pulling up the sleeve of his jacket to reveal the barcode on the back of his wrist. He grunts and grits his teeth, then begins frantically trying to scratch the barcode away. "Damnit!" He cursed after seeing it was futile. Looking back into the fire, the boy reaches down and picks up a burning stick. He looks down at his barcode and begins lowering the stick toward it. He holds the burning wood above his barcode and begins breathing heavily.

Just before he could press the burning wood against his skin, it was snatched out of his grasp. His head shot up to see (Y/n) was conscious and had stopped him. He stared into her golden eyes with his turmoil-filled cerulean ones. His mouth opened and closed, but no words came from him.

"What were you planning to do, Prompto?" She demanded, her tone lower than he had ever heard before. She was scolding him like a child.

"I just... I just want this thing to go away," Prompto confessed, eyes looking back at the barcode on his wrist.

Her eyes narrowed. "And you thought burning it would be a good solution?"

"Yes..."

She quickly got to her feet with the burning stick in her grasp. "Let's test that solution then." She combed her (h/c) locks aside and pulled down the collar of her outfit to reveal the barcode on the back of her neck. She brought the burning stick up to it, but she was immediately stopped by Prompto.

"Stop!" He bellowed, flying to his feet and grabbing her wrist. "Please, don't burn yourself, (Y/n). I... I realize how stupid of an idea it was."

"Don't tell me you thought that would work," they heard Aranea say. Prompto releases the spirit's wrist and takes a few steps back from her to look at the ex-mercenary. (Y/n) kept her back to her as the woman addresses them both. ""Prompto" and "(Y/n)," right?"

The guardian turned around with an amused smile, tossing the stick back into the fire. "Wow, you actually used my name."

Aranea guffawed as she sits down by the fire. "Don't get used to it, firefly."

(Y/n) remained standing while Prompto sits down. The blonde didn't say anything and hung his head. This didn't go unnoticed by either woman. The youngest one said nothing while the older one tried to lighten the mood. "You could at least look happy to see me."

The (h/c)-haired girl hugged herself. Not only had the boy learned the truth of his origins, but hers as well. "It's...been a long day, Aranea."

"Hasn't it for all of us," she sighed.

Prompto just continues to look down, saying nothing. Aranea tried to spark up a conversation with him. "I ran into your buddies in Tenebrae." This got his attention and he looked up at her. "You and your girlfriend got 'em worried sick."

Prompto looks back down, his melancholic gaze focusing on the ground. He remained silent.

"You both gonna go see 'em or what?" Aranea questioned.

"I think we should," (Y/n) said, voicing her opinion.

The boy looked up at her for a brief second before hanging his head. "I... I can't."

The spirit's eyes widen in bewilderment. She could tell he was in despair over learning the truth, but she never expected it to stop him from seeing his friends ever again. "Prompto..."

He didn't dare look into her eyes as he explained why he couldn't see the others. "I can't... I'm not like them. I was born here—in Niflheim. All this time and I've never told them. And that's not even the worst part. I wasn't born into a happy family. I was made—created in some laboratory. The entire reason I exist is to make Noct and all of them miserable. How could I possibly see them? They'd never accept the real me."

The same went for (Y/n), but she had come to terms with her origins years ago. Unlike her, Prompto just learned the truth behind his existence. Feeling guilt knew at her heart, she turned and left the haven. She could feel eyes on her back as she trudged through the snow towards the nearby frozen lake.

Prompto and Aranea had both watched her leave, but the boy couldn't tear his eyes away from her until she was a mere speck in the distance. He turned his grief-stricken gaze back to the fire. While his words were meant to describe him, they also described her just as well. However, his emotions were torn asunder unlike hers who seemed to be intact.

Aranea, after a few moments of silence, smiles. "You spent all that time driving around together and you still don't know what kinda guys they really are. In case you forgot, your princely pal and I weren't always on such friendly terms. But you know what? He put all that aside and asked me to make sure you and firefly were safe."

Prompto was taken aback at the news. "He did?"

"Think he'd do that for someone who "makes him miserable"?" She remarked.

Prompto swallowed the lump forming in his throat and asked, "Is everybody okay?"

"All things considered, I guess. Sounds like they've been through a lot since you and firefly left, but they're still dead set on getting to the capital."

"Hope they make it..." He mumbled.

"They'd have a better shot with you two around."

Prompto became even more curious. "Did they say anything else about me or (Y/n)?"

"Not that I can recall," Aranea answered.

"Right..." He clutched his hands together tightly.

"His Highness was so worried about you two that he could barely speak, but don't worry—I whipped him into shape."

"So...he doesn't hate us after all..."

Aranea saw the turmoil of emotions in his eyes, but she could tell what he truly desired. She stood up with a sigh. "Look—I can tell you want to get back together with them. So why not let them know?" She begins walking away.

"You think they'd let me and (Y/n) back? After all this?" Prompto retorted. The ex-mercenary stops and turns back toward him. After a brief silence, he speaks again. "And even if they did let us back, we'd probably cause them nothing but trouble. I don't know how we could live with ourselves."

Aranea exclaims in frustration and begins walking back toward himself. "Because you're doing such a great job of living with yourself and firefly now." She kicks him onto his back and crouches down over him. "What do you want then? You worry so much about what other people want from you that you don't even know what you want anymore! Your life isn't yours to live! You're too busy wallowing in your own self pity that you can't see what's right in front of you! Are you really so blind that you can't see the one person who cares more about you than any other person on Eos is already here?!"

She grabs both sides of his face in her hands. "Forget about what everyone else thinks for a second. Figure out what it is you're really after here and see what you already have." She stands and takes a few steps back. "Now get your ass up and go talk to firefly. If you don't realize how lucky you are to have her, I'll take her off your hands."

Prompto's eyes widen at Aranea's declaration. He pushed himself off the ground and stood up. Looking towards the frozen lake, he saw the guardian was still there. Thanks to Aranea, he finally realized he wasn't truly alone in this world. Even if Noctis and the others didn't accept him, he still had the one person that mattered the most—(Y/n).

Leaving the warmth of the campfire, Prompto went to speak with her. Even with no light source, the snow provided the entire area with a semblance of illumination. When he reached her side, he stared out across the surface of the frozen lake. Before he could even say anything, she spoke up. "I'm so sorry, Prompto," she mumbled sorrowfully. Tears were forming in her eyes, her body shaking slightly. Prompto turned his head, eyes widening when seeing her current state. He reached out to touch her, but his hand froze midair when she continued. "I'm sorry for keeping everything a secret. I didn't want you to find out this way. I wanted to tell you about who we truly were years ago, b-but I could never build up the courage. I was afraid that if you learned the truth, you would want to get rid of me and you'd shut yourself away from the world. I should've told you so you would've been able to sort through your feelings and come to terms with it sooner. This is all my fault..." The floodgates were destroyed and tears streamed down her cheeks. Her body shook with sobs.

Prompto's heart shattered at her words. He felt his own tears forming and took action. He turned her so she was now facing him and cradled her face in his hands. He wiped away her tears, leaning his forehead against hers and staring into her tear-stricken eyes. Taking a couple steps closer, he pressed his body against hers. "None of this is your fault, (Y/n). Even if I did know sooner, there's no way I'd get rid of you. You mean too much to me, even more than the guys. You've been my world since we first met. Aranea's right... I'm the luckiest guy on Eos because I have you. Even if Noct and the others don't want us back after telling them the truth, we'll still have each other."

"Prompto..." (Y/n) whispered his name between sobs.

"I still need time to come to terms with all this and sort through my feelings. Will you help me, (Y/n)?"

She smiled through her tears. "Of course I will." She placed her hands over his.

"And if you don't mind... I'm super curious about you now. Think we could talk?"

"Yeah. Let's head back to the haven."

Back at Decratom Haven, Prompto and (Y/n) sat beside each other near the campfire. The girl hugged her knees to her chest as she listened to the crackling of the firewood. "I am...was the guardian of Verstael Besithia. What you saw was a warped version of the man I once knew. I used to help him with his research until his methods became inhumane. My plan was to betray him and share his secrets with Lucis. Verstael learned about my plan to betray him and...killed the real (Y/n)."

"So, that memory echo the guys and I saw in the quarry..." Prompto's voice trailed off.

"Was of my death. After killing the real (Y/n), Verstael dedicated most of his time to recreating her in his own image. His main goal was to overwrite her memories and have her remain loyal to only him. From what I discovered in the facility, he failed over and over again. For years, he continued to try and recreate her, but he would only make it so far before the clone perished. Even after so many failed attempts, he wouldn't give up. After many years passed, he eventually made an exact copy of (Y/n) with no memories of the past."

"And that's you," Prompto mumbled. "Then how do you remember all this if his experiment was a success?"

"He wasn't able to erase my memories, only lock them away. When I turned twelve, I remembered everything. When I first saw your barcode after I regained my memories, I knew exactly who you were. Of course, I never said anything and look where we are now..."

Prompto hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her into his side. "Well, now I understand why you're four years older than. I didn't question it at first until you told me the truth about guardians. If you were supposed to be a fragment of me, how are you four years older than me? But now I know." Remembering what Ardyn said earlier, he chuckled and leaned his head against hers. "Thank the Six both of us were taken away from the facility. I'm not sure what my life would be like without you."

"I wonder the same sometimes," (Y/n) confessed. "A life being raised by Verstael with those horrid memories in my head would've been awful..."

Prompto suddenly yawned. He snuggled closer to her and closed his eyes. Although his emotions were still a mess, he was more composed thanks to his chat with the guardian.

Seeing he was tired, (Y/n) released her knees. "You should get some rest, Prom."

"So should you. I can tell you're still exhausted," he said.

"You've no idea..." She huffed, laying down on her back once he released her. "That drug they injected me with is still kicking my ass..."

Prompto laughed before falling onto his back beside her. Although he was laughing and smiling on the surface, he was still a mess on the inside. He stared up at the cave ceiling for a few minutes, falling into deep thought. It wasn't long until he was brought back to reality when the chill of the snowy landscape gnawed at his bones. Not even his current set of clothes or the campfire could stave off all the cold.

Turning over onto his side, he faced (Y/n). He realized she had curled up on her side, facing away from him. It was the perfect position. Scooting closer, he snuggled up to her with an arm lazily wrapped around her waist. He pulled her closer until her back was flush against his body. Feeling her warmth made him sigh with content. "You're so warm, (Y/n)," he mumbled. When receiving no response, Prompto figured she was already fast asleep. He tucked her head under his chin. Her warmth eventually spread through his entire body, brining him comfort. Closing his eyes, he fell asleep.

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Alfred the Great | Love Alphabet

❛ sy’s notes | This one includes a lot of life scenarios of Alfred and his wife. I enjoy how it came out-- and I hope you do too.

A = Affection (PDA, what sort of affection they give)

“Not here,” he bends his head. You stand behind his throne chair, settling your hand on his shoulder. You press a kiss to his rosy cheek, in the presence of the others, as he waves you off.

Alfred has never been someone who was particularly touchy due to the way he was brought up. While small touches were always common, the way you stroke him-- touch him, caress him, out in the open gives him both a sense of delight and shyness when he realizes that others are watching.

B = Babies (Anything you want about babies)

“Perhaps you should show me.”

“Hold him here,” you guide Alfred’s hands. As he kneels beside your bed, a king on his knees, Alfred feels like any other man-- not a king, fumbling for the right hold.

Has no idea what to do with a baby of his own. He has no experience with holding a child and has no idea what to do when you place his in his arms, only finding himself staring down upon the thing, utterly lost.

C = Cuddles (How they cuddle or are cuddled)

His days are long. As a king, Alfred very rarely spends time in your rooms. He’s busy with putting all his energy into England for England. So, at the end of a long night, when he crawls in beside you, his hand might drape over your waist. He’d set an apologetic kiss to your head and fall asleep.

D = Darling (Pet names)

Small ones. He prefers to call you more proper names while in public; his wife, his queen, being the chief of them. Behind closed doors then, he might be more lazy with his pet names.

E = Enamored (how hard do they fall when in love)

“Who was that girl there--” he points through the crowd. You pick your skirts up, then disappear from where you came, weaving through the crowd here to see the king.

“Where m’lord?”

“She was just there.”

Admittedly, he has no time to fall in love. His interaction with women outside of his family is limited to chamber maids and the occasional woman during feasts. That is why his marriage was arranged. But if by happenstance he does meet a woman, it’s just that: a sudden pang of surprise.

F = Firsts (A first on anything you pick)

“She won’t know,” you swish around the horse, mounting first, then extending your hand toward him. He takes your hand, despite everything in him saying he shouldn’t, not that day. “Come! Live a little, prince-boy.”

First fling-- Taking him away from Judith and Aethelwulf is too easy. With everyone’s eye on Aethelred, all you have to do is fool Judith to slip her precious boy away. Alfred is unsure of it-- his mother’s voice beating in his head, where were you! He falls ill when you bring him back.

G = Good Morning (How do they wake you up)

Do forgive me, the parchment reads the day after your wedding. A small golden and pearl necklace sits on top of the crisp paper. I’ve too much to do. I will see you as god allows.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs?)

He does. They’re a small comfort to him when he’s going off to war, but even more so when they are followed up with a kiss, and the command for him to come back safely.

I = In Labor (Labour and Delivery)

“Women have been doing this since the dawn of time, Alfred.” His knuckle taps repeatedly over the parchment. Yes, women have been doing this since the dawn of time-- but not his woman.

He can’t get a lick of work done. He’s too busy thinking of his wife, who labors alone, in her modesty has sent him out. Get something done, he isn’t here yet, you told him. Strong woman. And still he gets nothing done, leaves his chambers, and seeks you out.

J = Jealousy (Are they jealous? How do they handle it?)

“Do you think the blonde one or the brown one is the bigger brother?” your chamber maids say, giggly amongst the quietly gathered. Before him, the Northman stood.

“The blond,” you speak up, rarely. You never spoke. “What? He’s a big man.”

Your chambermaids gasp, looking up. “Ooh,” they squeak-- and regretfully, Alfred’s head snaps over too.��

Watchfully. He’s not admittedly jealous-- but quietly and privately so. He asks many questions, rather than interrogate you about your interests in another, to make sense of what happened earlier. You aren’t jealous, are you? you hush him with a kiss. Of course not, he was simply-- concerned.

K = Kisses (How do they kiss? How often?)

Gently-- at any point that he can. Leaving or coming, he doesn’t spare any kisses. He’s often gentle, and so you might have to push him to be a little more passionate. Shyness won’t get him everything after all.

L = Loyal (How loyal are they?)

Absolutely.

M = Memory (Their favourite memory about you?)

His grandfather’s bath was a tranquil place. You come here, every moment that you can spare apart from seeing the people, caring for the settlement, and doing your duties as queen. You strip away your clothes and fold them, not hearing the door squeak open, nor Alfred come in. The water plips as you shift into it. At the sound of boots you whirl about, holding your chest.

“Please.” Alfred stands there. His favourite moments of you are your most private moments. The moments when you think you’re all alone, but aren’t. “Go on-- clean yourself.”

N = Never! (Dealbreakers)

He can’t deal with someone who might whine about his time. His first concern is England and everything else is secondary to the fact. In his mind, his partner must understand where his allegiance must be.

O = On the Rocks (How do they make up?)

“Why are you here?” you unclipped the earring from the back of your ear, turning to find Alfred waiting by your table where you kept your jewelry box. “Does England not need its king today?”

“Not if you are still angry,” he raps his knuckles over the table. “I am sorry.”

With his time. It’s so important, and so scarce, that if he knows you are disappointed with him, it’s the one thing he can do to get back into both your good graces and show he’s apologetic about what happened. Or at the least, wants to make amends.

P = Playtime (Any headcanons on sex)

“Alfred what are you doing?”

He’ll try almost anything once. At the start of the relationship, you would take the more dominant role by inciting sex. But, after Ubbe came, Alfred seemed to change, putting more effort into chasing you with a strange confidence. The dominance is strange-- but welcome. You wonder how much he told Ubbe about your sex life.

Q = Quiet Time (How do they wind down?)

After his day, if he can sneak away, he likes to cuddle in bed. It’s better than sex to him because he can lace his fingers through yours, and carry off all thoughts of the long day away.

R = Rapture (What makes them happy?)

He took you that morning to watch him spar with Ubbe. Ubbe was fantastic, you’d admit. A true Northman, strong, witty, quick. But your eye was on Alfred alone, following the way he dodged, the way he moved. You held a cup ready for him when he collapsed beside you.

“What... do you think?” he heaved between heavy breaths. He could fall into illness, but he didn’t. He was strong, and as he chugged his drink, your hand caressed his chest, coming up behind his neck, kissing him hard and strong.

“You were perfect.” He admits-- he likes to impress you.

S = Soulmate (What do they think of soulmates?)

“A soulmate?” he asks you about the concept. He’s not heard of such things-- but it sounds... fitting, he’d say.

T = Together (What do you like to do together?)

Off of the carriage, you walked in the dust. Your maids said you would dirty your dress and yet, you didn’t care, you wanted to be among the children. After his duties, Alfred clopped by on his horse, leaning down in his saddle to hand something toward you. You pluck it from his fingers and realize-- it’s a sweet smelling flower.

Secretly, Alfred enjoys it when you accompany him on his trips. He often does get sick, so if it has to happen, he would prefer that it happen when you are by his side.

U = Unyielding (How do they handle interlopers on the relationship?)

The queen’s hands had been over him. Not the queen-- not his queen-- but the queen from another place. You had seen the way he pushed her hands down, cupping them together with a shake of his head. “I have a wife,” he stressed. “And no interests in another.”

Alfred doesn’t tolerate it. He makes sure to snuff out the concerns of women coming after him where they stand. Similarly, he expects you to do the same, although it he must, he will.

V = Vulnerable (Are they vulnerable often? How do they handle it?)

Not often. Apart from his family, he might be vulnerable with you. Romance and family life is the one place where he might be vulnerable-- and hopes that you’ll protect that vulnerability.

W = Wedding (Wedding headcanons)

“I’ll make it up to you,” Alfred says once the doors are finally shut. You roll on your side, over the small stain of blood dribbled over the sheets, yet still sore. He takes initiative to shift on top of you, his forearm balancing himself.

“That is not the way you wanted to...” he drops off, knowing that it was foolish and silly when you cup his soft cheek. It’s okay, you have to tell him, over and over again.

Being a king, it’s all done according to how it has to be done. While the wedding is luxurious, it could be better. He knows that-- you deserve his affections in private.

X = (E)x (How do they handle exes? What do they do if they see them)

With a semblance of longing but also of respect. If he’s moved on, he’ll gingerly nod his head, go on his way. If he hasn’t, he might wonder to himself-- perhaps he could have done this, or that, better.

Y = Yearning (What do they do when they miss you?)

Alfred held the end of the table, chewing his cheek, the paper was still not done. He has work to do-- but he can’t help wonder, where were you? Were you well? He turns to one of his guards, “Call the queen,” Alfred stands upright, throwing his hand out lightly. “Tell her I want to eat with her.”

He can’t get any work done. So, he does the only thing he can think to do-- he calls you into his quarters and hopes that this blaring need will quell. Or, if his body is so weak, he has to... eat first.

Z = Zzz… (Sleeping headcanons)

When he’s exhausted, he collapses into bed beside you. He doesn’t remember when he falls asleep, only that you’re there beside him.

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eternalbangtan · 4 years

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Black Bunny // jjk

Pairing: Jungkook x reader, college AU, ft. Jimin

Genre: fluff

Word count: 2.8k

Sequel & Drabble (pure filth)

Summary: You meet Jungkook in one of your classes and end up doing a project together with him.

Jungkook was the guy that you first noticed as he sat in the back of one of your afternoon lectures.

You always came to that lecture a bit late because you had another lecture right before this one in another building that was far and you noticed him one time, when you were scanning the classroom for any empty seats. The last few empty seats happened to be next to him so you walked to the back of the class quietly and sat down a few seats away from him.

He didn’t stand out in any particular way but you somehow couldn’t help but steal glances at him. He was wearing all black and had long curly hair that covered a large part of his face. His side profile seemed a bit intimidating and the way he seemed to be concentrating on writing his notes was admirable to say the least. Who handwrites notes in college nowadays? You were intrigued by him but you quickly took out your laptop and started taking notes of what the professor was saying.

This lecture was for a course that you didn’t particularly want to take but had to just because of credits. That’s why you were puzzled by his concentration on note taking for this uninteresting class. The lecture went on but it wasn’t as boring this time around thanks to the guy in black. You couldn’t help but look at his dark locks that he from time to time played with. It’s really rare for a guy to have hair this long and you thought to yourself that you’ve discovered another characteristic of your ideal type.

Last weekend, at a party, you and your girlfriends were discussing your ideal types of guys and you were the only one that didn’t really have a type. All your friends had these detailed descriptions of what their ideal prince charming would look like but you ended your description at ‘nice eyes’. To be honest, these things seemed useless to you because life never works out the way you want it to and that goes for relationships as well. Your friends’ exes or present boyfriends were not even close to their ideals but they were dating them anyways. You can’t plan out who you fall for but you found yourself thinking about your ideal type while looking at Jungkook. You knew nothing about him but somehow you thought that if you ever had to define your ideal type, it would have to be him.

“That’s it for today!” said the professor and brought you back to reality of the classroom. “As I mentioned last time, there is going to be a team project as a part of the final evaluation so I want you to find a partner and start working on it. I don’t ever accept anything after the due date, no matter the excuse, so if you don’t want to fail the class, get to work.”

Ugh, you hated this professor so much. The way he spoke was so arrogant and you despised arrogant people who thought they were something more than others. That was one problem, but the other was that you knew no one in this class because you never had the chance to talk to anyone thanks to your late arrivals. How were you going to find someone to do this with?

You looked over at the guy in black and noticed he was packing very slowly, looking at the people in the classroom. Maybe he is also looking for a partner, you thought, and if he already has someone in mind then what worse can happen than being rejected. You decided to give asking him a shot so you packed your things into your backpack as fast as you could and then slowly walked up to him. He didn’t seem to notice you for what seemed like ages so you had to awkwardly bring his attention to yourself.

“Hey, sorry to disturb you… Do you have someone to do this project with yet? I’m y/n…” Oh, what have I done, you thought to yourself. He didn’t even look at you. “If you already have a partner then never mind…” You were mortified and hated yourself for being so awkward and having no self confidence in front of strangers. When you were about to apologize one more time and walk away, you heard his voice.

“Hi, I don’t know anyone in this class so I’ll take up on your offer. I’m Jungkook by the way.”

That was a response your low confidence didn’t expect but it made you smile and look his way one more time. This time you were more confident and you slowly brought out your right hand from the pocket of your jacket to shake his hand. “Nice to meet you Jungkook, I’m looking forward to working with you.” You tried to look him in the eyes but you were too shy to maintain eye contact for longer than a few seconds.

He slowly stood up from his seat and shook your hand firmly “Same here, nice meeting you y/n.” He said and his face lit up, showing you his bunny teeth that you immediately found insanely cute. Another ideal type characteristic, you made a mental note to yourself. He suddenly seemed really approachable, unlike the first impression you had of him during class.

You looked at his notebook that was still open on the table and realized why he had looked so concentrated when taking notes. It wasn’t notes that he was so focused on, but his drawing. It was an abstract drawing and you thought that it was really pretty. As soon as he noticed what you were looking at, he let go of your hand and shut his notebook closed.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to look…” you thought that he didn’t want you to see and would be angry but he shrugged it off. “It’s not done yet. I can show you when it’s done… If you’re still interested by then”

You realized he was just being shy, the same as you, which made you relax a little. “I’ll be waiting.” Another awkward pause. “Can I have your number? For the project, I mean.” you asked.

“Sure, give me your phone, I’ll type it in.” he said as you gave him your phone. He then rung his number and took out his own phone to save your number. “Talk to you later. I’ve got one more class today so I better get going.” He said as he picked up his bag, which was also black. “Have a good evening!”

You couldn’t decide if he was a shy person or not because he kept switching from awkward to suddenly really cool in a matter of seconds. You’ve never met someone like him in your life.

“Bye, talk to you later!” you waved at him. He was really handsome on top of his cute behavior so you couldn’t take your eyes off his back even as he was walking out of the classroom. This was probably the first time someone piqued your interest to this extent. Also his fashion sense was, at least in your eyes, out of this world. He was wearing black boots, baggy pants, a simple t-shirt and a trench coat. Everything in black but he made it work so that it looked well put together and not boring in the least. Anyone else, including you, wearing that same outfit would probably look ridiculous.

Later that evening he texted you and you agreed to work on the project this Friday. You both had only morning classes and the afternoon seemed like a perfect time for the both of you. You met up in a cute coffee shop that he suggested and that you never knew existed, even though it was right next to your campus. You loved the atmosphere and even the baristas were really kind. Jungkook was friends with one of them. His name was Jimin, and he even got us a discount on top of saving us a cozy spot that was ideal for studying. Why was everything about this study session already better than any coffee shop date you went on? You had to get yourself together though because Jungkook was already opening his laptop while you were busy thinking about unnecessary things like Jungkook’s yet another all-black outfit that consisted of a puffer jacket, flannel checkered shirt that peeked from under it, a t-shirt that left his collarbones on display for everyone to see, black jeans and these huge chunky sneakers that probably only he could pull off.

It was already late fall so the weather was getting colder by the day. You ordered a cappuccino and Jungkook asked for an iced americano. You were waiting for the coffee, looking around, admiring the interior, Jungkook’s fit, and decorations of the café. It was forest themed, so the furniture was wooden with cozy pillows, there was a lot of cute plants and the light brown color of the walls made it seem a really welcoming space. Jimin then brought you your drinks and you got started by coming up with ideas for the project.

It was coming along pretty well but it took more time than you initially expected and Jimin came to apologize that they were closing earlier today because one of their baristas couldn’t make it to work. That left you with two choices. Either calling it quits today or finding another place to study. You both agreed that you had a nice momentum so trying to do more would be better and you were trying to come up with a great spot to move to. The library was out of the question because you wouldn’t be able to talk to each other, getting another coffee somewhere else at this hour would make you sleepless and you both hated the study rooms on campus.

“How about we go to my place? It’s not far from here.” Jungkook suggested with his bunny smile. “My roommate told me he would be out partying today so we won’t be disturbing anyone. Would you be okay with that?” he added as he rubbed his neck with his hand, suddenly all shy, looking at the ground.

His sudden shyness made you smile and before you could think it through you agreed. “Definitely a better choice than my place. My roommate isn’t the friendliest of all people.”

“It’s settled then.” Jungkook said as his bunny teeth reappeared with his smile and he waved goodbye to Jimin. You bowed to him and like that you were on our way to his place.

He really didn’t live far from the coffee shop and even from campus. He apparently met his roommate online when looking for a place before starting freshman year and they’ve been living together in the same apartment since then. Their place was surprisingly clean and surprisingly you didn’t feel the awkwardness that comes with every first visit to someone’s home.

“Make yourself at home. Do you want something to drink? I’m going to bring some snacks to eat while we work.” You heard Jungkook from the kitchen as you sat down on the sofa in the living room.

“A glass of water would be nice, thank you Jungkook.” You took out your laptop from your backpack, went through what you came up with this afternoon and Jungkook was soon to come from the kitchen with your drink and a bowl of chips to snack on. He sat down next to you, maybe a little too close for you to concentrate on the work but you didn’t want to complain so you went back to reviewing the project.

You got used to Jungkook’s closeness in no time and now you were passionately discussing a part of the project you didn’t agree on. The air between you got colder so you decided to leave this part for later and reached out your hand to grab a snack but Jungkook had the same idea so you ended up grabbing his hand as you were reaching for the bowl of chips. Your shy self pulled back quickly, jumping up ever so slightly, surprised by the sudden contact. “I’m sorry.” You didn’t want it to make things awkward so you apologized and when Jungkook, seemingly unfazed, put the chips in his mouth, you quickly reached for the bowl once again, hoping that stuffing your mouth with food will make you stay silent and not embarrass yourself in front of him even more.

You were looking straight into your notes, though you weren’t reading any of it because your mind went blank and you didn’t notice the smile Jungkook had on his face, finding your shyness cute. You couldn’t lie to yourself. He was attractive and a practically perfect example of your ideal type but there was no way someone like him would feel anything for you because these things just don’t work out.

“Did you really not do that on purpose?” he said and you looked at him, slightly confused by his question. “Because I wouldn’t mind.”

You could see a slight blush spreading on his cheeks and you tried to process what he was saying.

“Uhh, sorry if I made it awkward now, I…” he couldn’t think of any words to say to make all this go away.

“Are you saying that you wouldn’t mind or that you would like me to… hold your hand?”

Where did this confidence come from, you had no idea, but Jungkook was suddenly staring at you with his doe eyes and that made you lose your confident behavior once again.

“If it’s okay with you, then I would love to, y/n.” These words of his made you look at him, your cheeks probably crimson red and he continued, pulling a piece of his hair behind his ear “I have to tell you something. I’ve noticed you on campus a while back and when I found out you were attending the same lecture as me, I was really happy but I had no idea how to approach you and what to say out of the blue. You never even looked my way so I assumed you weren’t interested in me at all but then you talked to me and… This sounds like I’m some sort of a stalker, right? Sorry…”

You were left speechless because the lecture you talked to him was the first time you noticed him. There were so many people in the classroom that you didn’t even try to look at all of them and basically didn’t care much who was there with you.

“Wait, you’re saying you knew me and wanted to talk to me but… never did just because I didn’t notice you? And why would I think you’re a stalker? That’s silly.” you added as you laughed slightly.

Jungkook was looking down on his hands that he had folded on his thighs and suddenly he saw your hand on his. He looked up at you and when he saw you smile at him he didn’t know better than to place a light but long kiss on your lips that left you wanting more. After realizing what he had done, he tried to apologize once more. “That was… You looked too cute, I couldn’t help myself, sorr-” but he couldn’t finish his words as you placed your hands over his shoulders and kissed him, silencing whatever he was going to say. Jungkook didn’t waste another moment and started to kiss you softly but passionately, his hands hugging your body and pulling you even closer to him. When you pulled away to take a breath, you looked him in the eyes, this time without looking away.

“Why didn’t you talk to me sooner, Jungkook? Now I feel like I’ve wasted time not knowing who you were when we could have been friends.”

“Only friends…?” he asked hesitating a little, while still holding you.

You couldn’t believe he was the same guy who kissed you so confidently just a while ago. “Friends and more if you want.”

“Of course I would like you to be more than just a friend… would you like being my girlfriend, y/n? Because I would love that.” He confessed.

“I would love that too, and for you to be my bunny boyfriend” you couldn’t help but smile like a fool.

Jungkook looked a bit puzzled by your words, tilting his head to the side. “Bunny?”

“Yes, the cutest bunny in the world… and now he’s mine.”

He pouted and looked away from you but when you pecked his cheek, he smiled, unconsciously showing his bunny teeth, making you tease him again.

“Whatever you say.” Jungkook said, hugging you tightly again. “I like you a lot, y/n. More than I had thought.”

“Me too, Jungkook. More than I had thought.”

A/N: I don’t know what I am doing but I enjoy it. I hope you liked it >w< Also, should I write a sequel? I appreciate constructive criticism ^^

#jungkook fic #bts fic #jjk fluff #jungkook fanfic #bts fluff #bts fanfic #mine #black bunny #i hope you like it #jungkook fanfiction #jungkook fluff #bangtan #jungkook #jjk

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kchuarts · 3 years

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Flowers in Blood

A/N: This ones a bit touchy folks. I also wrote Roper a bit comical in a way just because he’s always come off that way to me? Idk it could be because I still think of House when I look at em. (I’ve been looking for an excuse to use the gif featured because idk what it is about wounded men?? They’re 10x hotter but I also feel bad??)

Summary: A voice from the past emerges.

Warnings: Violence and mention of death.

Taglist: @lucywrites02, @shiningloki *(let me know if you want to be tagged!!)*

Chapter 13: Bloodroot p. ii

“Come out, come out wherever you are little girl~” One of Travis’s thugs chimed out, holding his gun out and motioning the other three to follow in short. “Careful, she might have a bit of a bite.” He joked to his comrades. The garden was huge and not only had large rocks for Katie to hide behind, but also some various trees. “Get ready to shoot if she’s up in the trees, but do not kill her or the boss will kill us instead.” The goon said, scanning the area.

A splashing noise had them all turn around to the area of where the koi pond was. “Zac what the hell was that?” Another crony panicked and looked around frantically, holding his gun close.

“Come on Andrew, you cannot be serious. She’s a girl without any defenses and no back up, you really think she’s gonna get you? Dumb ass.” Zac shook his head and turned to the other two, Dylan and Jimmy. He nodded in separate directions and grinned, “She can’t hide forever…” He put his gun away and stopped in the middle of the garden, holding his arms out. “Listen sweetie, as much as I enjoy a good game this is gonna get nasty real quick if you don’t cooperate with us.” He spoke loud and clear.

“Zac, we’ve got about twenty minutes until authorities arrive. I’ve already notified-” Jimmy began to speak before he was interrupted by a sudden dragging noise. The dirty haired man looked around, pushing his glasses up, “Where did Dylan go?” He spoke slowly.

“See! I was right Zac!! I fucking saw it coming!! We can’t underestimate females one bit!!” Andrew panicked, letting his anxiety get the better of him.

“That’s fucking right!” Katie came around the corner, holding her knife to Dylan’s throat and using him as a human shield. “You shouldn’t underestimate me. Just because your boss fucked me up doesn’t mean I can’t break free of his control.” She growled, pressing the blade harder against Dylan’s throat. Never before had the brunette ever actually killed another person and she wanted to avoid that at all cost. Death was something that she didn’t do well with, no matter who it was. Her breathing became a little harder as she noticed the others begin to make a formation around her. “TAKE A STEP NEAR ME AND I’LL SLIT HIS THROAT!!” She screeched, eyes wide and full of fear.

Dylan began to squirm, trying to use his height to his advantage and eventually succeeding. He broke free of Katie’s hold only to have her knife lodged in the back of his neck. “YOU BITCH!!” He screamed, falling to the ground.

“FUCK WHAT TRAVIS SAYS! KILL THIS LITTLE BITCH!!” Zac pointed to her, pulling out his gun and firing an entire clip at her. Andrew and Jimmy followed in short before Zac pointed to Jimmy. “YOU STAY OUTTA THIS IN CASE SHE MANAGES TO-” He couldn’t finish as a shot was fired and pierced right through his brain, killing him instantly. No one knew where the hell that shot came from and it sent the surviving three in a panic.

Out of nowhere, Katie tackled Jimmy to the ground as she took him out from his legs. She had taken cover behind the large rock in the knick of time just as Zac had begun to empty his clip. Using her training, she wrapped her arms tightly around Jimmy’s thighs and somersaulted forward; throwing him as hard as she could. Another shot was fired, taking Jimmy out and causing Katie to take cover when yet another gunshot sounded off.

“KNOCK THIS OFF!! WHOEVER’S SHOOTING AT US, GIMME A MINUTE!!” Dylan roared, ripping Katie’s blade out of his neck and whipping it at her.

“A-AAGH!!” She fell to the ground, clenching her teeth as Dylan had landed a lucky shot to her right leg. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck- UGH!” A fist slammed across Katie’s face and she was sent flying backwards a bit. Her back skid across the stones in the garden and head hitting a large boulder near the koi pond. More pain seared through her body as Dylan was punching her as hard as he could, knowing that she couldn’t fight back. Suddenly, sharp pain started to prick her in certain places on her body as the knife was ripped from her leg. She began to scream from being stabbed, crying out for help of any sort. The next thing she knew was that her head was forced under the water and being held there. She could feel blood leaking from her body and Dylan’s large hands wrapped tightly around her throat as he held her underwater. This was it- This was the end of her life and it was subsequently by the hands of Travis in the most indirect way. She was too weak to fight back and her vision began to go in and out, inhaling water as she was desperate to breathe.

CRACK!

The pressure of Dylan’s hands suddenly released, causing Katie to inhale more water as she was too weak to move. She managed to hear a faint thudding noise as Dylan’s body dropped beside her, motionless. With her vision now completely blacking out, Katie mouthed Jonathan’s name to the best of her ability and gave into the drowning darkness. At least her last thoughts were of the man who had stolen her heart.

“Well, we can’t have that now can we.” A british man’s voice sounded through the garden and he walked towards Katie, staring at her for a moment before hoisting the drowning girl from the pond. “Sorry Pine, I’m afraid I’ll have to kiss your girl to save her. Although, I’m certainly no prince charming; not in the slightest.” Roper chortled to himself, bending down and performing CPR to bring Katie back from a watery death.

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Jonathan slammed his fist across Travis’s face, dodging the other man’s swings as best as he could. Not too long ago, Pine had knocked the gun from Travis and thus ensued an exchange of fists. He panted hard, exhaustion becoming apparent from the amount of energy he exerted fighting Travis.

“What’s the matter old man? Can’t fight anymore?” Katie’s ex grinned wickedly, panting just as hard. “I’ve got all day!” Travis lifted his leg, swinging it and knocking Jonathan prone. Having the upperhand, Travis marched over to Pine and stomped on his chest. He dug his heel into his ribs and laughed as he heard a satisfying crunching noise accompanied by Jonathan’s scream. “We aren’t so different, you and I.” He grinned, stomping again and breaking another rib. Travis socked Pine across the face over and over as he heard him attempt to speak. “YOU LISTEN TO ME WHEN I’M TALKING!! I don’t give a shit about respecting elders, I’m the alpha around here.” He gave one last good hit across Jonathan’s face before being satisfied.

Everything hurt, his body ached from all the straining and exertion he had been forced to use. This was exactly like the time he had “rescued” Dans, Roper's son. “Don’t hurt her.” He muttered. “Please. Don’t hurt.” He choked a little from snot and blood before being grabbed by the front of his shirt and hoisted up. Through beaten eyes, he could hardly see Travis’s sick smirk. He could care less about what was said before, all he could think about was getting to Katie and saving her.

“Now, as I was saying before you so rudely interrupted me.” Travis chuckled, examining his fingernails on his other hand. “We’re very much from the same coin, you saw some fucked up shit in war and I saw some fucked up shit growing up. We were forced to make a decision and kill.” He nodded to himself and clicked his tongue. “It’s not gonna be long before you finally snap yourself, Pine. You’ll be driven mad with the thought of her leaving you and will come up with more creative ways to control her. That’s what I had to do, little fox was always trying to run away from her alpha. Cunning thing she is, so sweet and innocent… So fun to break and toy with.” He flicked his dark eyes up, noticing Andrew scurrying back in with a panicked look. Travis frowned and dropped Jonathan, placing his foot down on his head and pushing his weight on him. “What the fuck is it? Where’s Katie?”

Andrew let out a sob and began to wail incoherently, pointing back and blubbering something about a shooter. “Dylan, Zac, ‘n Jim are allgoneandIhadtogetoutbeforehegotmetoothepolicearecomingand-” a firm slap was branded across his face as Travis had grown tired of his whines.

“Will you just shut up! Fuck, you’re such a pussy!! Fine. I guess you get a pass, Pine. I can only hope that my Katie is still breathing.” There again was the sick smirk as sirens blared in the background. “I can’t wait for the next time we meet.” Travis waved and grabbed Andrew by the arm, pulling him out of the fray.

Pine coughed hard, vision blurred from blood and sweat. “Kate… Please…” His voice was stuffy from his broken, bloodied nose. Jonathan closed his tired eyes, shedding tears that stung the cuts on his face. “Kate.” He kept mumbling her name over and over, praying she was safe. A slew of footsteps entered into the lobby but only a foreign language was spoken. Gloved hands began to assess the damage done to Jonathan, muffled Japanese clogging his hearing.

“Does anyone speak English?” An all too familiar voice caught Jonathan’s attention in the worst way.

Jonathan turned his head slowly, opening his eyes and taking in a rattly breath from what he was able to make out. “No. Kate.” He cried, seeing Roper walk past him with Katie’s motionless and bleeding body in his arms. “Please, Roper. Please.” He croaked, looking up at his enemy while being treated.

“Oh dear.” Richard grimaced at Pine. “You look exactly the way I found you back in Spain 2 years ago. Tsk, nasty habit you have.” He handed Katie over to paramedics and nodded at them. “Too bad I won’t be requiring your services anytime soon as my trust in you is completely gone. Although, I do have some news…” He knelt down, giving Jonathan a pat against his wounded cheek and received a whine from the wounded man. “Oh come off it. You know better than to whine like a little girl, Pine. Fortunately, we have a common enemy.” He paused, looking at Jonathan to see if he was still listening.

“Kate-” Jonathan coughed, whining again from the pain in his chest.

Richard frowned at his persistence of the girl. “She’ll be fine, only ten stab wounds and nothing fatal. She did take a bit of a swim though and I had to play Baywatch for just a tick until she drew breath again.” He got up, following the paramedics and watching Pine get loaded onto a stretcher. “Seeing as you don’t want to pay any attention to vital news I have, I will be contacting you later. Oh and by the way, your hospital fees are covered by yours truly. Consider this one last favor from me to you, toodles.”

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“Did you get him?” Abbadon asked, folding her arms over her chest as Roper walked into the teahouse, taking a seat across from her.

“Mmm, no. He was busy having a tussle with Pine so I couldn’t get to him.” Richard pulled his cigarette carton out, pulling a stick from it and offering one to Abbadon.

She waved her hand and shook her head no, “I quit eleven years ago when I found I was pregnant with my son. I promised myself I wouldn’t return to that nasty habit.” Abbadon admitted genuinely. Never in her life did she ever think she’d be working with Richard Roper of all people. Sure, they were cut out from the same cloth in terms of business, as much as she hated to be in it, but she was unaware that he also wanted to bring Daniel down.

Shrugging, Roper lit his cigarette and took a drag from it. “So,” He turned his head away, blowing smoke in the opposite direction, “What’s with you and wanting Travis dead? I thought you’d want that slimy little bastard taken care of first… Or whatever the hell the bitch over in Korea is named. I heard you two have gotten into cat fights.” He mused to himself and eyed Abbadon, teasing her slightly.

The auburn haired woman snorted in amusement, “I wouldn’t exactly call them “cat fights” so much as an actual fist fight. I am no angst ridden school girl despite how troubled I am.” She looked up at their waiter and nodded in thanks as the tea was delivered. Carefully, Abbadon took the kettle and poured her scalding hot tea into her cup and set it down. She tested the intensity of the heat with her upper lip before taking a sip. “Ah, excellent.” She spoke to herself, setting down the cup. “Why I want him dead is because he is obsessed with Katelyn. He reminds me much of Ulrich, my bastard of a husband. The things I was told of what he had done to her is too reminiscent of my own situation. Thankfully, Ulrich is not obsessed with me and would rather not have anything to do with me.” She paused for a moment before returning to her original plan of action. “She and Pine are the only hope I have of getting my son back.” She looked at Roper with a rather wistful expression. “Certainly you can understand me, no? You have a child of your own?” She raised her eyebrows, grabbing her tea cup and taking another sip.

Taking another puff of his cigarette, Roper nodded and sighed. Smoke jetted from his nostrils as he did so, “Yes, I do. I also have a son whom I care about despite what his bitch of a mother thinks.” He spoke of his ex wife bitterly. “Anyways, what you’re getting at is that you commiserate with Pine’s girl? Cute little lass she is.”

“Yes.”

“Mhm. Abuse… I have no right to make any commentary on that seeing as I am also one who isn’t the most kind lover.” He cleared his throat, wanting to avoid that subject. “Now, the money if you please.” He held his hand out and took the payment Abbadon handed over. “Never thought I’d get to use my hitman skills ever again. I must say, I had fun with it though I nearly shot Miss O’Connor.” He stopped counting the bills as he noticed Abbadon look at him with rage. “I wasn’t intending to aim for her, I left her be just as you wanted. Poor thing almost inhaled a koi fish.” He placed his cigarette between his lips and resumed counting. “If it weren’t for me she would literally be swimming with the fishes.”

Abbadon huffed, taking another sip of her tea and leering at the man sitting across from her. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t joke about her like that. I want her to live the life that I could never have, please be more considerate.” She finished her tea and stood, turning to leave. “I wish that our paths wouldn’t cross again, but unfortunately we share a common enemy. Until next we meet, Richard.”

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Sleep would not come to Jonathan that night as he tossed and turned uncomfortably with IVs and a ventilator to help oxygen get into one of his collapsed lungs. “No. No- Katie don’t go.” His voice was hoarse but laced with pain and devastation. Jonathan’s eyes were shut but he was trapped in a nightmare of losing Katie to Travis. “Stop, no don’t hurt her.” He continued to cry, causing the machine monitoring his vitals to beep as his heart rate increased.

“Mr. Redwood? Are you alright?” A nurse walked in, eyes full of worry as she saw the pained man. Stephanie Nakamura was placed in charge of Jonathan as she was the only one there at the moment, who spoke English fluently. She was of American and Japanese descent but decided to live in Japan to find her roots. “Mr. Redwood?” She called again and began to take measures in case things decided to go wrong.

Jonathan and Katie had been given new aliases courtesy of Richard Roper. He still wanted them to play the game and carried on with the whole “tree” last name scheme. Jonathan went by “Todd Redwood” and Katie by “Kit Redwood”. Apparently Richard thought it would be funny to also throw in an animal into their names; the fox.

Gasping, Pine shuddered hard and coughed in pain. His eyes shot open and he looked around in worry, “Where? Where is she?” He asked in a rough voice and looked at Stephanie with panic. “Where’s Katie?” He was not yet aware of the aliases at hand.

“Katie? I thought your wife’s name was Kit… Hmm maybe Kit is a variant of Katie?” Stephanie thought to herself before catching Pine trying to get up from the corner of her eye. “NO!! Mr. Redwood you mustn’t get up!!” She forced him back down and pressed her call button for help as he just would not stop struggling. “You shouldn’t speak either, your lung is not healed at all!” She looked over her shoulder and saw some nurses enter the room. Speaking in her native tongue, she asked for assistance with Jonathan and had him sedated for the night. “Poor man. He really is worried about his wife…”

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For the next two weeks, Jonathan struggled to go see Katie. He learned that while no vital organs were hit, she still had lost a lot of blood. Also, due to her inhaling a ton of water she was being monitored for any further damage. The only times that she would wake up were to scream out for help, her eyes were shut the entire time. Those screams broke Jonathan’s heart as he knew she was reliving the nightmare she went through with Travis, and now this. What made things worse was that she cried out for Cameron to save her and to not leave her. Once Pine was well enough, Stephanie allowed him to sit by Katie’s bedside. Not once did he leave her side and let go of her hand. Here he was now, sitting beside her and holding her hand. “Katie please wake up.” His thumb rubbed her hand, tears stinging his eyes. “Please.” He bowed his head, resting it on the bed. “I can’t lose you.”

At those words, Katie’s fingers twitched and caused Jonathan to look up. “Jon...nathan.. Jon..” his name came out softly from her lips. She repeated his name brokenly and in a hushed tone, tears of her own sliding down her cheeks. “Thank… You… watching her..”

Pine’s brow knit together and he scooted closer to her, wondering if she was losing her mind. “What? What do you mean?”

“You… Protect her.... Cherish..” A soft smile formed on her lips despite her eyes being closed. “Little fox.”

There was no way. Jonathan couldn’t believe what he was hearing and immediate doubt settled in. He didn’t believe much in the paranormal but what she was saying sounded like Cameron was communicating through her. With some hesitation, Pine swallowed hard and pondered if he should even give the silly idea a chance. “C...C-Cam?” He whispered.

Katie nodded very faintly, the smile still on her face. “Take care… her heart... Thank you, my brother.” The brunette suddenly fell limp, the smile fading from her face and monitor flatlining.

“KATIE NO!! SOMEONE HELP!! NO!! NO!!” Jonathan screamed, standing upright and beginning to sob. “NO DON’T YOU LEAVE ME!! SOMEONE!! HELP-” He stopped as he heard Katie gasp loudly and the machine coming back with her vitals.

Wide green eyes stared into blue ones and before Katie knew it, she felt Pine’s arms wrap around her and his wet face buried into the crook of her neck.

#the night manager #the night manager canon divergence #jonathan pine #jonathan pine x ofc #spies in love #fanfic #tom hiddleston #flowers in blood #my writing #writing

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redfoxwritesstuff · 4 years

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Coffee and a Wedding (Chapter 8)

I am so sorry this is late. I’m a idiot and the long weekend threw off my mental calendar for some reason. On that note- if you see it’s a update day and my update is really late for a ongoing series. Like really late. Like over 12 hours late- feel free to drop me a line and make sure I know what day it is. You may just save @winterisakiller from having to see my brain finger filter fall apart and my message change mid sentence from something reasonable and on topic to “OH MY GOD IT’S TUESDAY”

@tnystrk-exe look how far I am in the tropetastic story! The end is near! (I totally keep forgetting to tag you for some weird ass reason)

On that note, I’m still raising funds for my trip to NYC next month- it’s my birthday trip so please excuse my shameless drop of the Ko-fi link.

Clint x ofc- the rest of the chapters are on my Masterlist

Chapter 8

I wasn’t entirety sure why Clint and I were required to attend the rehearsal but we were. It was probably mother’s doing. I’d managed to dodge her so far, the need to study made a good cover and I was thankful for it. With exams done and papers turned in, there was no way to get out of it.

So I dawned a sundress and pulled my hair back in a braid. Clint slipped into a nice pair of jeans and a button down shirt that somehow fit him perfectly, as if it was made for him.

“Dashing.” I laugh as I finally slip out of the bathroom and catch Clint twisting and turning in front of the large mirror on the dresser, fussing with his hair.

“You think?” The way he smiled at me- god he needs to stop doing that. It was like his whole face lit up and I gave him a shining gift or a cup of espresso or something. It was too easy to let myself believe he smiled that way because he valued my opinion.

“Yes-” There was knocking on the door before I could figure out a way to tell him he didn’t have to keep the act up all the time. Not when we were alone. “I’ll get it. Can’t have your hair less than perfect. Go back to fussing with your hair.”

“You sure?” Clint asked, leaning forward and poking at his hair.

Rolling my eyes, I made my way to the door. As soon as I opened the door, the act would be back on. Though if I’m honest, it felt like with Clint, he never stopped acting. It would be easier if he didn’t act the same regardless of if there were witnesses. If he would please stop acting like the perfect boyfriend all the time, that'd be great.

“Alexis!” Mom rushed through the door and wrapped me up in her arms before I even had the door opened all the way. “It’s been forever- you need to come home more often.”

“I can’t mom, classes and all that.” She pulled back from me and looked around with a ‘humph’. It was never a good sign when she made that sound.

“And is this the infamous Mr. Barton?” She let go of me and invited herself into the room. Clint looked over at where mom was storming her way through the space toward him, his eyes wide. Reaching out, he offered a hand as she came up to him with me trailing behind.

“Clint, please. And who might you be? Another sister?” I rolled my eyes so hard that I almost tripped.

“Sister?” Mom laughed. “Oh, I know I look young- too young but I’m the mother of the bride.” Too young my ass.

“Oh well,” He took her hand in his and brought her knuckles to his lips in a perfect Disney prince kiss and mom about melted. “It’s a pleasure to meet she who raised such lovely girls.”

“You can just call me Mary. Or Mom- it’s never too soon to start calling me mom.”

“Mom.” I scolded and though I couldn’t see it, I’m damned sure she smiled even wider.

“Well, maybe we’ll leave the ‘Mom’ title for Mathews to take up this week and we’ll see about that later, yeah?” He gave her a hundred watt smile and for a second I though about grabbing a vase and throwing it at him. How dare he have the never to be so charming.

“That’s a nice watch, you’ve got.” Mom ran her fingers over the watch as I made my way to Clint’s side to better supervise.

“Yeah- It’s served me well.” He chuckled, running his fingertips over the face of the watch.

“I think Matt has a newer model- he was talking about it at breakfast this morning.”

“I’m sure he was.” There was a hint of something in his voice that made me wonder exactly how much he didn’t like Matt. I felt bad, he kept having to spend time with such an offensive man. “I’ve got others- this one was a gift though so…”

Mom followed him, helping herself to a seat at the small table. “You’re a sentimental man?”

“I am.” He laughed as he pulled a chair out for me before sitting down himself. “I can’t help it.”

“Were they all gifts?”

“Mom!” I couldn’t believe her.

I mean, she always had a desire to see her daughters marry up in the world. She herself had worked two jobs to raise us for over half of our childhood before she fell in love with and married a wealthy businessman. They were in love, sickeningly so, but still sometimes she had a bit of a materialistic view. She couldn’t help it and I never held it against her.

“No.” He laughed but his shoulders looked a little stiff. “Some I purchased myself over the years.”

“You manage well, being a small business owner?”

“Well enough.” He laced his fingers through mine. “I manage the security servers for Stark industries on the side.”

“Oh, I see- so you work two jobs.” It wasn’t judgment in her voice but something else. Maybe a shadow of disappointment?

“Hardly. It’s mostly automated but I’m on hand if something flags when Tony’s out of the building. It pays well enough. It gave me the free time and finances to open the cafe and pay my staff a living wage from the beginning.”

“Still, I’m sure it’s exhausting, being on call. I know, Lexie says you pay everyone really well for the job- maybe if you paid them more what the market-”

“I only work for Tony now because he’s a friend. He trusts me. I work for him because it’s a habit. It's easier for everyone if I keep doing it. I don’t need the money- the cafe makes enough to sustain itself, the employees wages and myself as is.” It looked like he was bragging but it also felt a bit like he was a bit defensive. From the moment he had met Matt, it seemed like every time I turned around someone was questioning Clint’s finances. People kept insinuating that he didn’t have money or that if he did, I was with him for it.

It was frustrating me. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair and honestly, he didn’t sign up for this in agreeing to be my fake boyfriend.

~~~~~<3

“So,” Clint drew the word out as soon as the door shut behind mom.

“I am so sorry. I- You didn’t-” Why was this so fucking complicated?

He waved his hand at me. “No, don’t- that’s whatever. Just- I never thought to ask how serious we are.”

“What?”

“I mean- how serious do they think we are?”

“Casual-ish.” I answered, we were expected to meet everyone on the beach shortly and I still tried to avoid talking about the things I told my family about Clint before. It was weird and he thought it had nothing to do with him. All that he shared with my imaginary boyfriend before the invitation hit his hand was a name,

Except that wasn’t true at all and I knew it. That made it all the worse.

“Mother dearest seems to hope for more.”

“Mother dearest needs to mind her own business,”

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The rehearsal was boring. Mind numbingly boring. Mom told me again and again that it was a great honor to get to spend the day with the wedding party as they practiced walking down the aisle. It's walking. Don't trip. Wouldn't it be better to practice in the dress? Walking in a sundress and walking in a 20 pound gown are two different things. Even now, I'm not sure I buy it. But it was better to shut up, show up and smile.

I watched Matt spend far longer than needed debating how he should stand at the alter. He kept asking if the light was hitting his ‘good side’ while he twisted and turned. The more time we spent with him, the more I was starting to think he didn’t have a ‘good side’.

What Sarah saw in him was beyond me.

Still, we sat and watched as bridesmaids made their way up and down the aisle. The little flower girl pretended to toss flowers here and there again and again. The groom’s mother kept having people redo things, changing how they walked, moved and stood to fit some perfect vision in her head.

Yeah, I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to like the whole family.

This went on for hours. When I dozed off, the look Matt’s father gave me could have killed weaker person. Clint took to squeezing my hand whenever I dozed, thankfully keeping me from being murdered by the Matthews family.

Finally it was over. It felt like we had been sitting here forever. It really didn’t make me look forward to the actual wedding tomorrow, that’s for sure. Standing made my knees and back pop in a way that would have been more fitting for Clint. It wasn’t fair that his joints weren’t putting on a show. I was the young one, damnit.

Mom made some speech but I honestly hadn’t been listening. Matt’s mother said some words that I also didn’t listen to and finally, we were free. At least I assume so, Clint pulled me toward the doors. Others worked their way outside and into their cars. The rehearsal dinner was to be held at the only Italian restaurant on the island. The whole party room was rented out and perfectly set up for us when we arrived. Sarah wrapped me in a warm hug before taking her seat at the what was set up as the head of a large round table.

Dinner went well enough and one glass of wine turned into two. Before I knew it, I needed a third to get through the boring dinner conversation and the food had only just arrived. Clint wasn’t far behind me in that regard.

It was hard not to get caught up in my mind. Every time Matt moved, the light would reflect off some glitter still clinging to his scalp. Did Sarah know what had actually gone down a few nights ago? How much glitter did he have on him for there to still be some now? How could she stay with him if she did? How could he do that to her?

“So, Clint-” Mom started, leaning far too close. She’d had a few glasses of wine herself as she nibbled at her salad. “Aren’t you worried about eventually supporting a family on a small business income?”

“A family?” I choked at the words, my lasagna lodging itself in my throat as Clint leaned back, glass if whiskey in his hand.

“I’ve made a point to live humbly but I’m not worried.” He answered shortly. I knew he was getting tired of this constant questioning of his means.

“Oh- It’s very good to live within your means.” My step-father, Kurt agreed from where he sat next to Mom. He was always standoffish with us and honestly, I was surprised to see him join the conversation.

“I can assure you, I live well below my means.” There was a sharpness in his voice that I couldn’t place. Yet his face looked relaxed when I looked toward him.

Kurt laughed, waving his fork. There was a lack of animosity in Kurt’s side of the conversation, something completely different than when everyone else interacted with Clint and I.

“That’s good to hear.” Kurt took a sip of his wine before continuing. “I’ve seen more than a few well established men end up bankrupt due to poor money handling and the fickle nature of markets.”

“So then, how much do you make?” Clint’s quickly relaxing posture tensed once again when Matt’s mother jumped into the conversation.

“I really would rather not-”

“I can’t imagine a cafe makes much take home profits.” Matt’s father joined in. Mom was paying far too much attention to the current line of conversation.

“If you must know- and I suspect you think you must- I take home six figures. I am more than comfortable.” Kurt’s eyebrow raised and there was a hint of a smile there as Clint seemed to struggle to resist the urge to jump down someone’s throat.

“My Matt,” Mrs. Matthews patted her son’s shoulder. “He’s going to be putting Sarah through school. She’s going back for her Master’s and my Mattie is going to put her through. She’s such an amazing addition to the family. She’ll be great in business.”

“Karen!” Sarah scolded, leaning forward to playfully glare at her soon to be Mother-in-law. “I hadn’t told anyone yet!”

“And Matt is going to support you through this?” Mom asked, leaning again into the conversation.

“Yeah, Mom,” Sarah laced her fingers with Matt’s and looked at him with pure adoration that made me want to vomit. She had to not know about last night. There was no way in hell she knew. “We were originally planning on waiting to tell anyone until after the wedding but… I’ll be quitting Barsols and going back in the fall full time.”

Part of me wanted to roll my eyes. Of course, her announcement was met with approval. Sure, the soon to be married sister can quit her job and go back to school and it’s great. If I put myself through school in the city it’s ‘not a good choice’ and a ‘waste of resources’.

Yeah, okay. You could say I’m a little bitter. Or even more than a little bitter. For a while, I ate and finished my glass of wine while ignoring the rest of the group as best I could. It was better I kept my mouth shut so I didn’t say something I would regret.

“So,” Mom started, eyeing me as a slice of cake was set in front of each of us. “If Alexis were to wish to quit her job, what would you think?”

“Me?” Clint asked, forkful of cake halfway to his mouth. “It would suck- she’s my best barista.”

It was an honest answer and I couldn’t fault him for it, he had a few glasses to drink and was starting to feel it. At least, I thought he was starting to feel it. His cheeks were pink tinged and he smiled easy and moaned deeply when he captured the bite of cake. It was a sinful sound and I hated him for it.

“But she’d still be in school. She’d have expenses.” Mom was fishing and I was going to kill her for it.

“That would be her problem. And if she decided to quit the cafe, I’d like to assume she had a plan in place to cover those expenses.” He seemed more interested in the cake than the conversation. I had to agree, the cake was far better.

“But if she didn’t?”

“Mom.” Sarah scolded.

“You want to hear that I’d cover everything for her? All her expenses? Pay any tuition she needed paid? Be her knight in shining armor?” Clint was clearly getting short with her. “I wouldn’t.”

“Why not?” Matt asked. “Isn’t she worth it? Sarah is wroth it to me.” Yeah, well you’re getting married buddy. Clint’s just my fake boyfriend.

“She is. I care for her deeply. I also respect her and she respects me. I’d expect that she wouldn’t put me in that position without discussing it with me before making the choice. And I don’t see any reason why she would quit that would leave her well being as my responsibility.”

“So you’d just let her starve?” Matt’s mother was outraged.

“I didn’t say that. I will not allow any of those who have worked for me starve while they are doing everything they can to help themselves. Regardless of our relationship, I wouldn’t let her starve as long as she was working to help herself as well.”

The conversation died as it became clear Clint’s mood was turning foul. There wasn’t anything I could think to do or say that would make this better. All I could do was pray that we’d make it through the Wedding and get back to New York without Clint hating me.

“Barton.” Kurtis stood and looked expectantly at Clint. “Walk with me, won’t you?”

“Sure thing.” I wished there was a way to tell him how sorry I was as he got up. I was honestly surprised when he leaned down and kissed me on the cheek. “I’ll be back in a bit, Babe. Don’t miss me too much.”

“Maybe we should go for a walk too?” Sarah asked as Clint disappeared through the doors.

“What?” Why now?

“I just- I feel like we haven’t really gotten to catch up since you got here.

I followed Sarah out the other set of doors. Our heels sank into the sand but she didn’t seem to mind. It was quite outside. Waves rolled across the sand in the distance. Tomorrow, she would be getting married on a stretch of beach like this.

“About Matt.” I couldn’t take the silence any longer.

“I know you don’t like him. And I get why- he and Clint seem to get along like oil and water.”

“I- did you see the glitter? Stripper dust? Do you really believe they just had a peaceful night in and played games last night?” I couldn’t take it anymore.

“The glitter?”

“In his hair.” I picked at my nails. “There were strippers there. He hooked up with one.”

“And you know this from glitter?” Sarah’s voice was cold but it wasn’t ice directed at the man who she was to marry. It was directed at me. I opened my mouth, intending to tell her that Clint had pictures but she cut me off. “Look, if you don’t trust Clint, that’s your deal. He’s older so I get it. But he seems head over heels for you, so figure it out. Maybe if you were more affectionate with him you wouldn’t feel like he’s cheating on you.”

“I never said he was-”

“No, you said there were probably strippers at the tame party because of glitter. And if you must know- Matt had glitter with him because I asked him to pick some up. He has glitter in his hair because we are children and ended up in a glitter war last night when he came home.”

“No Sarah-”

“Listen.” She turned to face me, grabbing my arms and giving me a firm shake to keep my attention. “If you love Clint, give him some affection. Mom’s not going to freak and Kurt will live. Kiss the man. Touch him. Stop pretending you’re at work or something and that the world will implode if someone sees you.”

“What?”

“You hardly seem like you’re together. Just- if you want to keep a man like that you’ve got to stop playing these games.”

“I’m not-”

“Just stop hiding, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Good girl. I love you Lexie. Clint and Kurt are coming. I’ll take Kurt and free Clint from mom’s grilling.”

“Thank you.” Sarah was a few feet away before I called for her. When she turned and looked at me, I forced a smile. If I can’t make her see, I could pray it was a one time event. “You’re getting married tomorrow!”

“I’m getting married tomorrow!” She squealed before running off, snagging Kurt and wishing Clint a good night in the process.

~~~~~<3

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The More The Merrier

Pairing: Jensen/Danneel x Reader x Jared/Genevieve Warning: Poly relationship, mild swearing, implied smut, mentions of drinking, pregnancy WC: 4096 A/N: So this was brought on by a really good dream that I had the other night, which I decided to elaborate on and finish. I’ve never done a pairing like this, so be gentle with me. That being said, this is under the pretense of being an established relationship, past all of the drama and press of them coming out with it. That being said, which I wish it didn’t have to be, it’s a work of fiction. I love and admire both families. With it being fiction, the youngest three kids are not here. Thank you SO much to @coffee-obsessed-writer for getting me to finish this and betaing it for me. I’m also sorry in advance if the formatting gets screwed up on mobile.

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Thursday morning found you curled up next to Gen in your oversized California King bed. Well, it wasn’t so oversized when Jared was in it with the two of you. It was barely the start of summer but it was already 65 degrees at the crack of dawn and despite that, the two of you were tangled naked together under the top sheet, your face nuzzled into her neck.

It was no surprise that you were in her bed. You and Gen had been friends since college, after meeting in one of your English Lit classes and becoming fast friends. Eventually, you became roommates, with some added benefits when things in the boy department got messy. It started with platonic cuddling on the couch while watching reruns of Friends. A few weeks later, the two of you came home quite drunk from a frat party, one thing led to another, fewer clothes and more skin and before you knew it you were waking up in her bed the next morning. You would be the first to admit that it had been one of the best nights you had had since your asshole of an ex-boyfriend dumped you the previous semester.

After Gen landed the role on Supernatural, she started dating Jared. The two of you gave him some time to adjust to his girlfriend and her best friend before telling him about your…arrangement. Well, needless to say, he wasn't entirely upset when he was told his girlfriend and her best friend slept together on occasion. Which is how your relationship with the two of them started. You were never the marrying type, so you were quite happy with what you had, letting Jared know that he needed to get on it and ask Gen.

Jensen and Danneel had already been dating by the time Jared and Gen (and you) became involved, so naturally, Danneel became one of your friends as well. During the season four wrap party you all ended up slightly intoxicated and back at Jensen and Jared’s house that they shared. It was another case of ‘one thing led to another’ and well, that’s how your relationship with Jensen and Dani started. That also wasn’t the last time that the five of you were together.

So here you were, in one of your favorite places. Lying with Gen, breathing in the scent that was so appropriately her; rose, orange and coconut all mixed together in a light and airy fragrance. You never could figure out if it was her shampoo or perfume or a combination of those or lotions, but it was Gen and you loved it. You also loved waking up before her so that you could enjoy being wrapped up in her arms, giving her slow and lazy kisses along her neck and jaw, eventually finding your way to her lips. It was never a bad way to wake up in the morning.

Starting your kisses at her pulse point where your lips were the closest, you managed to place a couple on her neck before you felt your stomach turn over. Pushing the feeling aside and relishing in your morning routine you kept on your path up towards her lips.

Until your stomach turned again.

Nope.

You were able to untangle yourself from Gen’s grasp without waking her and make it to the bathroom before you got sick. It was odd for you to be throwing up; since you could count on one hand all of the times that you had ever been sick like this. When you were done, you brushed your teeth and splashed some cool water on your face before walking back into the bedroom and putting on the tank and shorts from last night.

“Baby, you ok?” Gen asked you sleepily. “Come back to bed for a bit.”

“I’m fine, upset stomach. It’s ok, I’m going to go do a few things downstairs, and the boys will be up soon anyway. You get some more sleep,” you offered her, leaning down and kissing her on the forehead.

“I wouldn’t need the extra sleep if you hadn’t worn me out so much,” her lips curling up into a lazy smirk as she turned over to lie on her stomach, arms under her head.

“Yeah? Well, you certainly weren’t complaining about that last night,” giving her sheet covered ass a slap before walking out.

You busied yourself downstairs, tidying up and getting breakfast started. The boys were sure to be up soon, especially since they knew Jared and Jensen were coming home for the week. It had been almost two months since they had been home, between a busy shooting schedule and conventions. All of you, Danneel and JJ included, were excited to have the guys home, even if it was just for 5 or six days.

Sure enough, thirty minutes later you heard the patter of little feet coming down the stairs and running into the kitchen.

“Mornin’ Dolly!” the two of them said almost in unison. You chuckled at the name, remembering why they gave you the nickname in the first place. It was a character from one of their cartoons that they liked watching, one that they swore looked like you. JJ had even caught onto it and called you Dolly as well. You never minded though, it was rather endearing, and probably easier for them to say that your actual name.

“Good morning boys. Did you two sleep well?” you asked them, giving them each a hug and a kiss on top of their bedhead.

“Mm-hmm. Did you made mazing pankicks Dolly?” Shep asked you.

“I sure did. Super special pancakes for a super special day! Go over to the table and I’ll bring your plates over.”

Setting a plate down in front of each child, you had to quiet them when they got excited over the pancakes, seeing that they were chocolate chip with strawberries and whipped cream.

“Let’s settle down so that we can let momma stay in bed a little bit longer, ok?” Just as you said that you felt arms wrapping around your waist and a kiss to your shoulder. “Or not.”

“Mm. Pancakes?”

“Your favorite. Made you a few blueberry ones.”

“Whipped cream?”

“On blueberry pancakes? Weird, but ok. It’s in the fridge.”

“No, but we should save it for later,” she said with a wink as she made herself a plate.

“Genevieve Padalecki, what would your husband think about that?” you feigned a scolding, hand on your hip.

“Uhh, he would agree with me and then proceed to hold you down while I-“

You quickly cut her off with a kiss to shut her up, not knowing how far she’d take the conversation. Pulling back and looking into her chocolate brown eyes. “We’ll continue that later, hm?”

When breakfast was over, the two of you managed to get the boys ready for the day and out the door in record time, with the promise of meeting Danneel and JJ at the park before heading to the airport. When you got there, the boys all but leapt out of the car to run to the playground to see JJ. Once the boys were safely out, you and Gen walked arm in arm over to where Danneel was sitting, sliding your arms around her shoulders from behind and each giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Mm. Morning baby,” she said with a smile as you walked around the bench to sit next to her.

“Morning. How are you doing today?”

"Ugh. Exhausted. Little miss took forever to go to bed last night and then decided that 5am was an appropriate time to wake up, and of course, never went back to bed."

You couldn’t help but chuckle. You knew how excited JJ got when she knew her daddy was coming home. “Well with the guys coming home, I think it’s safe to say we all can have a little R&R time this week, yeah? Manicures, go out to dinner or maybe go see a movie?”

“So a date night, without the guys?” Gen asked, you shrugging a shoulder in return.

“Sure, a date night. Then maybe you can live out that fantasy with the whipped cream you were going on about this morning,” you said, winking at Gen.

“Hold on. Whipped cream? What did I miss this morning?”

Laughing, you leaned over and gave her another kiss on the cheek. “Nothing she wouldn’t be able to show you.”

“Huh. So, date night…tomorrow? Perfect,” Danneel stated matter-of-factly, a mischievous look in her eyes.

You and Gen couldn’t help but laugh at Dani’s enthusiasm at the new plans for the weekend. The three of you spent the next hour talking about everything while watching the kids run around the playground. You always loved that the kids got to grow up with each other, something you had missed out with your own cousins since you never lived near any of them. When it was time to go there were no issues rounding up the kids since they knew exactly what the next stop for the day was.

Seeing their dads.

You rode with Gen to the airport, intending on riding with Jay and Danneel on the way to lunch. Today the three of you decided to park and go inside and wait for the guys, which you didn’t always do. The kids were getting antsy when the crowd started coming through, meaning Jensen and Jared were close behind, taking up the usual end of the line. The boys were the first to spot them, calling out for Jared, only able to run freely over to him when he was closer. Jared knelt down and scooped both boys up in his arms, a huge smile across his face. “Hey guys! How are you? I hope you’ve been little princes for momma.”

Not a second later JJ was in Jay's arms, a matching smile on his face. "And how are you, princess? Have you been helping keep the boys in line?" he asked her with a chuckle. "Yep!" she gave back with a toothy grin. "That's my girl. And here are my other girls,” he said as he stood in front of Danneel, giving her a kiss before coming over to you and giving you one as well. Jared had already said his hello with Gen and let the boys down and was now wrapping an arm around your shoulders pulling you into a hug and giving you a kiss on the top of your head. “Hey beautiful. How are you?” He said into your hair.

You didn’t answer for a beat, keeping your face buried in his chest and just smelling him. You could never get enough of the smell; it was soft but woodsy at the same time and all Jared. It was also something that was normally quite comforting to you, but today it seemed…off. Finally, you looked up at him and smiled, "I'm good."

“You sure?” He asked you quietly, brushing a thumb over your cheek. Jared always could sense when something was off with you.

“Mm-hmm. Better now,” you said before reaching up and kissing him softly on the lips.

The guys never brought much home, making airports a lot easier to deal with since they didn’t check bags. Which just meant that today you could get back to the cars and to the restaurant sooner, seeing as there were now three very hungry children.

During lunch, you sat between Danneel and Shep with Gen and Jared on the other side of the table. Shep was going on about something that you weren’t entirely paying attention to as you picked at your salad. You didn’t notice when Jared leaned over to Gen and started talking to her.

“Baby, is Y/N ok? She seems…not herself.” The concern in his voice wasn’t lost on Gen.

Gen looked over to her noticing that she was quiet and keeping to herself despite Shep’s best efforts to talk to her. “Yeah, I think so. I know she wasn’t feeling great this morning. She might just be coming down with something. We’ll talk to her later about it; make sure she’s ok. She said something yesterday about staying with De and Jay tonight. And we also talked about you and Jay entertaining the kids while we have a girls’ night, probably tomorrow night.”

Jensen perked up at the sound of his name. “Oh? Girls’ night? Is that code for date night?” He looked between you and De, the two of you not able to hide your smiles from the conversation the three of you had that morning.

“Maybe. You jealous Ackles?” You joked with him.

“I won’t be, as long as you ladies tell us all about it,” he responded with a wink.

“Sure, we’ll tell you all about the hair braiding, Disney movies and pillow fights.”

That comment warranted Jensen’s, or was it Dean’s, classic bitch face, making the rest of you laugh. At the mention of Disney movies, JJ proceeded to direct the conversation onto exactly that, which ended in letting her watch one when you got home.

As you walked to the car after lunch, Gen pulled you aside before you got in with Jay and Dani. “Hey, you ok?” She asked you, brushing your hair out of your face while doing the quick stealthy temperature check on your forehead that she did with the boys. Pulling away you laughed, “I’m fine Gen. You don’t need to go into mom mode on me. I’m just a little tired. I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” you said, giving her a quick kiss and saying bye to the car now full of boys.

That night found the four of you sprawled on the oversized couch watching Frozen for the umpteenth time, per JJ’s request. The best part of the movie was watching her and Jay singing along together to all of the songs. When the movie was over, Jay looked down to see a sleeping child curled in his lap. Whispering to the two of you that he was going to take her to bed, he picked her up and started to head to her room. Grabbing the remote and throwing your legs over Danneel’s lap you started flipping through Netflix to pick something a little older the three of you could watch when you felt her eyes on you.

“Don’t worry De. I won’t start The Vampire Diaries over…again,” you told her while you kept scrolling.

“Good, I’m over vampires; sparkly or otherwise,” Jensen grumbled from where he was standing by the couch making you and Danneel laugh.

“Excuse you sir, I believe I was addressing Dani, not Dean…”

“Stefan and Damon are hot though, babe! I could totally watch them again!” Danneel told him, eliciting an eye roll as he walked away. Turning back to you she continued, “It’s so easy to mess with him sometimes, I love it.”

“It really is,” agreeing as you went back to scrolling.

You felt her eyes back on you making you turn and look at her, “Something you want to watch?”

“It’s not that. I mean no, well I’m not sure, maybe. I mean-“ she rambled as she started rubbing your leg almost nervously.

“De. Stop and breathe.”

Inhaling and releasing, she started over, “Are you ok?”

Your eyes widened as soon as the words left her mouth. “Not to sound rude, but you’re the third one to ask me that today. Do I not look ok?”

“Um, make that four. Jay asked me as we walked out of the restaurant.”

You thought about that for a second. It wasn’t weird for all of you to be so in tune with knowing how each other felt, that happened in relationships, no matter if it was two people or five. "Yeah, I'm fine. Wasn't feeling so great this morning, and I've been a little more tired than normal, but all in all, I'm ok."

She hadn’t been rubbing your leg very long, but you were quick to notice when she stopped, looking back to her. “What?”

“Sweetie, is there any chance you’re maybe…pregnant?” You could see a smile starting to form, your brain suddenly going a mile a minute.

“I…uh…what? That can’t be. I just had my period-“

“At least a month and a half ago, almost two.” Sometimes it was nice that the two of you were on the same schedule. But just to be sure, you sat up and opened the calendar on your phone and started counting the weeks.

"Holy shit…am I pregnant?" you were now looking at Danneel wide-eyed, forgetting all about trying to pick a movie.

"Do you want to run to the store quickly and get a test? Then I can text Patty and see about getting you in tomorrow."

“Yeah…yeah, let’s do that. I want to tell the guys while they’re here this trip, if I really am.” Your mind was still racing at the fact that this was even a possibility. With that, Danneel went upstairs to grab the two of you sweatshirts and tell Jensen that you were going out to get a pint of ice cream and chocolate for the movie. It wasn’t a total lie, De knew you’d want one or both of those with your now slightly stressed state. After promising to get him a pint of rocky road, the two of you went to the store.

An hour later you were sitting on the edge of the tub holding Danneel’s hand. “This has got to be the longest three minutes of my life,” you grumbled as your leg bounced from the nervous energy coursing through you. What felt like another hour passed and the chime on Danneel’s phone started playing. “Ready?”

“I guess I have to be, huh?” You got up and picked up the stick off of the counter and stood stock-still. When you didn’t move, De started to get nervous.

“Babe? You ok? What’s wrong? You know it’s fine either way, we-“

“De,” you started, turning around to face her. “Is it too late to call Patty?”

“Really?!” Danneel was now up and hugging you, looking at the test in your hand.

The next day Danneel, you and Gen went to the doctor's office while the guys took the kids to the zoo. Thankfully they didn't bat an eyelash at the fact that you were going to start your girls night at 9:30 in the morning, loving the fact that they got some much-needed kid time in. You were also thankful that Patty was able to get you in so quick, understanding of the fact that the guys were in town for a short amount of time. She was both De and Gen’s doctor, so she was quite excited when she found out you were coming in.

She had the blood work rushed so that it would be done before you even left the office, instead of waiting over the weekend. The time was mostly spent with Gen and De talking about all things baby while you sat on the table with a hand over your stomach. You weren't entirely sure what you should be feeling right then. It's not that you weren't ready to have a child, or that you didn't want one. The five of you had had this conversation already, each couple had their plans, and with where you were at in life, you were fine if it happened and fine if it didn’t. You weren’t on birth control currently because of how it had previously affected your body, but the guys didn’t always wear condoms and well, things happen. Obviously. Patty knocking on the door brought you out of your thoughts.

"Well Y/N, congratulations! You're going to be a mom! You're 9 weeks with a due date around mid-October. "

Everything after that was a blur. You felt Gen and Danneel wrapping you up in hugs and kisses and wiping the tears that you apparently started crying. After making your next few appointments with Patty, you headed back home, adjusting your plans for your girls day.

On the way home, De turned to you from the front seat, “So, how are you going to tell the guys?” It was something that you had been trying to figure out since the night before. You wanted something cute and simple, but also something that took them by surprise. A smile settled on your lips after a few moments, before you turned to De, “I think I might have something.”

A few nights later you had a family dinner planned, just the eight of you. Gen did most of the cooking, save for the steaks, which was a job for the guys. You handled dessert and tucked it away so they wouldn't see it until you wanted them to. Dinner was amazingly perfect, with all of the food and laughs and stories. You loved nights like this, where you could all sit out on the patio enjoying each other and not having to worry about rushing off somewhere or sending the guys back to Vancouver. These were the moments you cherished.

Jared started to get up to clean plates when Danneel took over for him. “Don’t worry about that Jare, we got it.”

“De, you three are always taking care of us and the kids, let us help.”

“Maybe tomorrow,” she said, a coy little smile showing up. Jared looked at Jensen but was met with a shrug of his shoulders.

Once everything was cleared off, you started bringing out the plate of cookies that you had made earlier in the day. “Who wants a cookie?” you asked in a singsong voice as you made your way outside, being met with the kids.

“Oh! Yes please!! Sugar or chocolate chip?” Jensen asked, rubbing his hands together excitedly.

“Sugar, with the pink frosting,” you told him before getting down on the kids level and speaking softly.

“These are special cookies, okay? Each one has a word on it. Ask your dads to read the cookies before you eat them, okay?” After you got three nods in agreement, you handed them each a cookie, watching them try to sound out the words. Only giving them a brief moment to try, you sent them over to the guys while you went to stand next to Gen and Danneel, too nervous to sit down.

“Daddy! Can you read this for me?” JJ asked Jensen. “Sure Birdy, it says…having…”

Looking confused, Jared turned to the boys when he heard the same question coming from them. "Daddy read dis pease,” Shep asked him.

“Sure buddy. Let’s see…a baby...” he read first, before looking at Tom’s cookie, “…we’re…”

Jared looked at Jensen with cookies in hand while Jensen mirrored the look on his face. As if on cue, they both placed the cookies on the table and rearranged them, looking back to each other, and then up to the three of you. Neither of them asked; their eyes just trailed over De and Gen, landing on you with the plate of cookies in your hand.

“Surprise!” you said with a nervous shrug and a small smile, almost sounding unsure of yourself. “I’m pregnant.”

The three of you started giggling after a moment when the guys didn’t move, only being brought back when Shep tugged on Jared’s arm. “Daddy! Can I has my cookie now pease?”

“You’re-“

“-pregnant.”

“God you two have played brothers for too long,” Danneel said, laughing. “Get up and go hug her you fools!”

You barely had time to set the plate on the table before you were wrapped up in the strong arms of Jared and then Jensen. The tears started coming back, only for the third time that day. “Ah! Stupid hormones.”

They pulled back and looked at you, Jared wiping away the tears on your cheeks as he smiled at you and peppering your face with kisses while Jensen slid down to his knees. He wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your still flat stomach making you laugh. “Jay, sweetie, it’s the size of a cherry, there’s no baby bump yet,” you told him, running your fingers through his hair. “I don’t care.”

At that moment, your heart was bursting with so much love that you didn't know it was capable of. The look on the guys' faces and seeing the kids as they started to understand what was happening, it was all so surreal. But it was your life, and you knew that there was nothing else that you ever wanted.

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@wildefire

#The More The Merrier #polyamory #poly #Jensen x Danneel x Reader x Jared x Genevieve #Jensen x Reader x Danneel #Jared x Reader X Gen

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A Cheat IV (alt ending)

An alternate ending to A Cheat series where they end up together.

Summary: Harry regrets his actions and Y/N forgives

Warnings: slight angst, fluff

Word count: 1.5k

Based on: a happy ending for Harry and y/n!!

@ynm1505 @imamahems4life

After a few months of separation from the one and only Harry Styles, did Y/N ever move on from him? Yes and no. She was slowly coming out of the shell that Harry catapulted her into because of his self-destructing actions but was also more cautious of anything and everything. Each person she meets had to pass her hierarchal exam where she observed if that person was worth Y/N sharing her past with. Having a relationship with a pop star certainly abided more people her way, most of them being fake and only mean to use her to get closer to Harry. Even when he wasn’t around anymore, he was still influencing her to act on things with him in mind.

And no, she wasn’t getting over him because it was more of like a seesaw progress, she kept going back and forth between being over him and missing him too much that she really doesn’t consider herself to be over over, you know? She has gone on dates after him, there were some really great guys out there and she felt a connection between maybe two guys, but there wasn’t any sparkle—at least not the one she and Harry had. Although she felt excited going on a date with Alan from time to time, she didn’t exactly feel as thrilled as she was with Harry. She didn’t feel exhilarated with anybody else (thus far) and she was agitated at herself. No matter how much she tried, she couldn’t seem to get him out of her thoughts. Just seeing an apron reminded her of him and how he ‘used to be a baker’. Y/N was annoyed.

Speaking of Alan, he had admitted his feelings for Y/N a while back adding on that it was okay if she didn’t feel the same. After all, it was worth a shot. And trust her, she strained her beliefs to tell herself that maybe she could like Alan, see him in a different way other than a best friend type of thing. She’s still trying her absolute hardest and Alan understood that. Feelings don’t just change in an instant –even though it was more than six months since that happened. She scolds herself sometimes when she’s alone because Alan is such a good guy and he’s perfect for her, but she can’t seem to give her heart away—because Harry still has it.

So they’ve been exclusive for a few weeks, Y/N was testing the waters, going deeper and deeper to see how far she can go before she cowers back in complete abandonment of a new relationship. Her heart was light, she had forgiven Harry for cheating on her. She was personally really really happy and maybe it’s got to do with the fact that she hasn’t seen him face-to-face ever since, but it’s almost as if she has put it behind her. Y/N was rejuvenating herself, as silly as it sounds, in the best way she knew how. That was by throwing away all the negativity and only focusing on the positive. Y/N didn’t like cheaters but she also wasn’t very fond of holding grudges. She believes that people could change with time and six months is a long time for Harry to reflect on his past.

—–

Alan and Y/N decided to go grocery shopping to bake some cupcakes. At times, there were some paparazzi who still deem her important that they felt the need to photograph her whereabouts, even though she’ll probably end up on a postage-sized column on the paper. Not to put herself down, but she was an ordinary girl and she wasn’t dating Harry anymore so she didn’t understand why they still correlated her to him.

“Okay so I just ran out of flour so I’m gonna get that,” Y/N hums as she directs Alan what to get. “I’ll get the dry ingredients and you can get the icing, eggs, vanilla, all the sweet stuff, yeah?”

“Yup! I got it, holler at me if you need me to reach something from the top shelf,” He winks at Y/N knowing that standing on her tippy toes wasn’t enough to grab the bag of powder.

She slaps his arm slightly, amused at his joke and playing offended because of his height shaming.

“Pffft, watch me do this on my own,”

He rolls his eyes before walking away, clutching his stomach from laughing too much.

——

“Baking powder, check. Baking soda, check. Icing sugar, check. Ooh, flour!” She gasps, halting. She can’t believe that she almost forgot the flour.

There was only one thing that stood between her and delicious cupcake making and that was the shelf. She could see the yellow bag towering over her, tilting a bit as if to tease her for not having enough height to reach it. She huffs, going on her tiptoes even though she knows she won’t even come close.

Y/N stresses to put her hands on her hips, mouth opening to do a small whisper-shout for Alan but before she could, a gruff voice comes to her aid.

“Need help?”

She turns around, mouth dropping open in surprise. She had to grasp the shopping cart handles to steady herself from a heart attack she felt upon seeing her ex-boyfriend, Harry.

“Oh, hi! Yes, please,” she feels herself do an awkward wave, giggling uncomfortably.

He slowly walks over to where she was reaching for the flour. His large hand easily grabs hold of the item, handing it to her.

“Here ya’ go,” Harry delivers her a charming smile and she swore her heart just melted.

Funnily enough, this wasn’t how she pictured seeing Harry again. And this wasn’t how she imagined feeling. It was like seeing an old friend after a long time; relived and joyful to see them glowing. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ears, looking down at the tips of her shoes, unsure of what to say to him.

“I’ve missed you. Can we tal–,” Harry begins.

“I didn’t hear any hollering so I’m guessing you got it all by yourself, little Y/N,” Alan strolls over to her isle, not noticing Harry’s figure and gives a light rub on her head messing up her hair. She pouts at him, mentally counting the items in his arms to see if he got everything.

“No, no–uh, Harry helped me,” She gestures towards Harry, fingers attaching themselves to the back of her neck.

Harry gives a polite wave and a nod, Alan shifts his glance towards him lips set firmly in a thin line.

“Ahh, Styles what are you doing here?”

Harry lifts his cart; “I’m shopping,”

There was a silence between the three, Y/N not knowing what to say.

“Actually, Y/N can I talk to you?” Harry questions her, hoping that she’d let him. Y/N nods, but Alan stays planted on the spot beside her. “Alone?”

She turns to Alan whispering something in his ear and he couldn’t help but feel a little jealous.

“You sure?” Alan looks deeply into her eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort. She nods again.

Harry raises his brow and Y/N nods to signal that she was ready when he was. He starts walking towards a different aisle, expecting Y/N to follow him. Just before she could take a step, Alan calls her name softly, vulnerable.

“You still love him don’t you?”

Y/N tries to stall her answer but inevitably nods. He deserves to know the truth, even when it hurts. Alan sighs.

“Yes, I do. I’m sorry, Al”

“It’s okay, Y/N. You can’t control your feelings,” He pats her shoulder, seeing Harry stop and turn around when he realized that Y/N wasn’t following him from his peripherals. “Besides, I met a girl,”

Y/N gasps, pushing his chest lightly. “What! Why didn’t you tell me you goof,”

Alan laughs at her excitement, nudging her hip with his. “I’ll tell you all about her later. But for now, Prince Charming looks pissed at me for keeping you,” He winks at Y/N.

“Thank you, Alan” She gets engulfed by his long arms, feeling murmur something in her hair.

“Go tell him you love him,”

Y/N jogs over to Harry with a smile but he doesn’t look too happy. He pays for his four items quickly before walking over to the parking lot area near his car.

“How long have you guys been dating?”

“Wha-? Alan and I are not together,” Harry’s eyes widen at the misconception he’d conjured up.

“Oh…”

There was a pregnant pause before Y/N decided to shoot her shot. She takes a deep breath, telling herself that it’s okay if he didn’t feel the same.

“I still love you, Harry.” She bites her lip, looking nervous into his green eyes while his only stared back at her without saying anything.

“Wait I shouldn’t have said anything. It’s fine you kno–-hmph”

Her lips were clamped shut with Harry’s plump ones. Hands finding her waist and pulling her body impossibly closer to his. It was a short kiss but enough to show each other how they felt.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

#harry #harry styles #harry styles angst #harry styles imagines #harry styles one shot #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles fluff #harry styles imagine #angst

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The Price We Pay | Five

Series Masterlist

Summary: A one night stand was all it took for your entire life to change. You’re shoved into unknown territory, agreeing to fake date the prince long enough for his parents and the media to get off of his back only there are a few issues… one of them being that you really can’t stand each other.

Words: 4048

Warnings: Drinking.

Amazing moodboard by @sithskywalkers

The next time you went to the castle you’d admit that you were a lot more nervous then the first time.

Because while the first time meant meeting Toms parents and having dinner with his parents– the king and queen, the second time meant that you would have to show off and flaunt in front of hundreds of guests which was something you most definitely did not want to do on a Thursday evening.

No– you’d much rather be curled up in your apartment with a tub of ice cream and a book in hand but instead, you were about to get your hair, makeup and outfit picked out by your pretend boyfriends best friend. You were going to be poked and prodded at with flat irons and curling wands and nail polish brushes and mascara. Great.

It sounded like a child's dream really, but not yours. Nope.

The place was still as big as it was the first time you arrived and you greeted every one of the staff with a small smile, some with a wave of your hand which was something that Tom didn’t do. He kept a somehow straight face.

You had to think about how much the two of you had overcome since ‘getting together’. At first, he seemed grumpy, tense and like you were simply a cover-up for his little games that he never should’ve been playing.

But slowly Tom had allowed himself to relax. He began to let his hair down around you. He learned that there was more to life then keeping up a damn reputation.

You, however, hadn’t changed.

You were the same stubborn girl he woke up to the day after the one night stand that the two of you even refused to talk about. Tom liked the fire in your eyes and skip in your step and the sense of freedom it bought him. He enjoyed the light and love and comfort that your family home bought him that the palace he’d live in for over twenty years couldn’t even bring him.

You’d taken steps. Holding hands now felt okay, even intertwining fingers and him pulling you into his chest felt natural. For a fleeting moment, you’d allow yourself to welcome the comfort he bought.

He was used to your laughter and jokes and you were used to him cursing when things didn’t go his way.

And that gala– the moment you turned up at the palace he welcomed you with a brief kiss on the cheek mere inches from your lips and you welcomed him with a cheesy smile. He was torn moments before that, wondering if it was okay to kiss you on the lips or forehead or temples or–

To anyone else you looked beyond happy– soulmates finally given the word that you didn’t need to hide in the shadows any longer.

“So, how’s Tom?”

“What do you mean ‘how’s Tom?’ you spend more time with him then I do.” You snort, taking another sip of cherry red wine. It burns your tongue.

Harrison shakes his head, looking over the selection of nail polishes. “I’m asking because I’m curious as to what you think. You get to see a different side of him.”

He goes for silver.

“You mean the fake Tom? I get to see a side of him that has to pretend to be happy and comfortable. So personally I’d say that he’s okay, fake happy maybe.” You mutter, watching with curious eyes as he picks up the bottle. You hadn’t had your nails done since Carley was little.

Harrison screws his face up at the aroma. “I don’t know about that. I think he’s actually happier around you

“Fake–”

“Not fake.” He interrupts. Haz knew Tom better then anyone and Tom knew Haz– He knew that Tom used to get panic attacks as a kid and possibly still did. Not that Tom would tell anyone that and not that Haz would go around spreading that anyway.

He takes your hand, carefully layering on the polish. You could’ve done it yourself but Harrison had insisted that it had to be perfect– whatever that meant.

You shove the comment off, swirling crimson wine around the glass that’d been handed to you the moment you walked in. “Why are we talking about him anyway? Why can’t we talk about you– what’s it like being his right-hand man?”

Harrison laughs. “It’s fine, I’ve seen the good and the bad.”

“The bad?” You question, watching your nails go from whatever they were before to royally accepted.

“Everyone has bad moments don’t they?”

“What are some of Toms?”

Harrison stops, letting a sigh escape his lips and grits his teeth. Somehow he knew he was going to end up spilling something he probably shouldn’t have. It took everything in him to place the varnish down, even more, effort to look up into your curious eyes. The boy was about to break.

“I don’t think that’s my place to–”

“Please, c’mon. Maybe you telling me will help us get closer– maybe I’ll actually try.” You look at him and push your lips into a pout.

Harrison scoffs. “I know what happened at your place so I already know you’re trying.” He sees the serious look in your eyes and remembers what Tom had spoken to him about only hours earlier.

“I think I like her.”

“I knew this would happen.” Harrison really wanted to rub this one in. “I told you, didn’t I? I told you that this would happen and look where we are now.”

“Shut up you div! I’m telling you this because I trust that you won’t rub it in.”

The boy sighs and runs a hand through his tangled blonde locks. “Why do you think you like her?”

Tom didn’t want to mention her name– his ex, because every time he did it was like a slap to the face.

“I just… I have that same feeling I felt with April.”

Harrison puts his hands up, stopping his best friend from talking. “Woah, you’re not in love with her are you? Mate it’s a bit too soon for that don’t you think?”

“No way! I wouldn’t go as far as love, not even close.” Tom places his head in his hands, letting out a frustrated groan. “It’s what I felt at the start. Like… I want to spend more time with her and get to know her more. I find myself staring at her when I shouldn’t be and picking out the things that I like… which is everything.”

Harrison tried to contain the smile that wanted to take over his features but couldn’t. Tom hadn’t had feelings for anyone since April. He could barely even trust anyone so this was big.

“You’re in deep and I think that this time around, it may be a good thing.”

“She’s stubborn, Haz, she’s so stubborn and has her damn walls up so high.”

“And?” Harrison raises a brow, throwing his arms up. “Don’t let that stop you, it’ll just make everything worth it when she finally lets you in. If you do like her then don’t give up.”

Tom chuckles, remembering that he left out one key piece of information. “And I’m pretty sure she hates me.”

He tells himself that telling you about her is for the best. That it’s helping Tom.

“There was a girl…” He starts, picking up the nail polish again. He needed something to distract the half of his brain that was telling him to stop. “To put it simply, her and Tom were in love– madly in love, everyone thought they were going to get married.” You listen intently. “They went everywhere together, did things that other couples wouldn’t even think of doing and they were just… inseparable. Until they weren’t.”

Harrisons' voice sounded strained like he was forcing this out. He sounded unsure of himself, on edge.

“What do you mean?” You ask, breaking the sudden silence. Though you weren’t sure if you wanted to find out.

“Her name was April and she cheated on Tom– multiple times with one of the uh, the staff here. It crushed Tom, absolutely destroyed him for the longest time and for a while his happiness was fake but what I see with you isn’t that.” “He couldn’t trust anyone, refused to let anyone in and only ever put on a smile for the cameras. He was ruined and I think he needs something good in his life.”

You knew you weren’t the best person in the world– far from it in fact but you would never cheat. You would never purposely break someone's heart. Suddenly you felt yourself feeling something close to pity.

You listen intently with your bottom lip between your teeth. You chew softly.

“And you want me to be that something good?”

Harrison shakes his head allowing wild tufts to bob around. “No, what I’m saying is that you should try with him.”

“What if I’m already trying?” You stare into the mirror, picking out your flaws and inconsistencies. “This is me, I’m hard to get through to and I’m just… I’m not easy and I don’t want to be. I’m not saying that Tom has to fight for me but I don’t want to lower my walls for someone I barely know.”

The blonde nods, trying to understand but finds it hard considering he’s naturally a very open person. He wasn’t always like that, though. He used to be the type to hide away in the corner if a stranger so much as walked in the room or pretend to be a statue if his grandparents tried to hug him.

“Don’t touch your nails or touch… anything.” Harrison mutters, getting out of his seat. You marvel at the silver and hold it up in the light, watching the way it shone under the vanity. “Just be nicer to him, let him in at least a little bit and see what happens. You two are going to be in this for a while.” He stops, noticing you starve yourself down in the vanity mirror. “Also, you look gorgeous so stop criticizing yourself.”

“I am not!”

He rolls his eyes playfully, meeting your gaze through the mirror. “Please, Tom does the same thing.”

You stop and bite your lip again. “He does?”

“Definitely, he likes to pick out all the flaws in his outfits and body every time I dress him.

You hum softly, staring back down at your perfectly painted nails once again and resist the immediate urge to touch the drying paint. The more you found out about Tom, the more real this entire thing became. The more you realised that he was just like you in more ways then one.

The first thing you did when you got the emerald green ball gown was question why Harrison picked green for you of all colours. But the second you slid it on you understood why. The second thing you did was spin around in circles until your head was aching and giggles were spewing from your lips as the end of the gown tangled with your legs.

The third thing that happened was probably the biggest event of the night and that was the moment you took those first few steps down the large palace steps into the ballroom. All eyes were on you as you gripped Harrison's arms. Some glanced on in confusion at the newcomer, others adoration and some people's jealousy.

And you saw Tom standing at the very bottom with his hands behind his back, a mindblown expression on his features.

He too looked amazing but you completely stole the show.

“Wow…”

“Cat got your tongue?” You tease, taking his hand gently. His hand merely ghosted across yours, fingers running across the diamond ring on your right hand that you would have to make sure not to break in order to return at the end of the night.

“No.” He scowls, noticing how your features don’t falter. “You just look really pretty.”

“Thank you, you look amazing too. I like this colour on you.” You run a hand down the front of his suit jacket, the grey cotton smooth against your fingertips. “I’ve never been to one of these things before, what do we do?”

“We smile, dance, and put on a show for the people. Be careful– give them an ounce of attention and they’ll snatch you up, you’ll never get away.” Your face goes shocked, obviously believing everything he was saying. “They’ll start talking to you about how the price of mansions is expanding and asking where you got that dress from because it’s most definitely the most expensive one here. They’re all getting jealous already.”

“It is?” You glance down at the green decorated with specks of glitter– but maybe it wasn’t glitter, maybe it was diamonds.

“Definitely, that’s worth more then hers… and hers, oh and that girl over there.” Tom nods his head at different girls and you marvel at their dresses. But apparently, none equalled yours.

You gasp, “Tom what the fuck? What if I spill something on this?”

He simply shrugs in response like it was nothing. “We’ll throw it out. We have way more where that came from, surely you’ve seen.”

Tom knew he was winding you up. He wanted to laugh at the way your face twisted and turned from confusion to frustration.

“You’re such an ass.” You groan and tug on his hand, wanting to end the conversation ASAP so you could do something other then focus on the dollar sign looming over your head. “C’mon, let’s dance before people think we’re weird for just standing here.”

The two of you meet on the dance floor, an old orchestral song playing and you swallow feeling many sets of eyes on the two of you. You’d never had to dance before, not with a prince or any boy for that matter and now here you were.

Maybe he sensed your nervousness or maybe it was natural, but Tom placed his hands around your waist, giving you the indication to put yours around his neck. It seemed strange at first, but comfort lingered.

You sway back and forth to the music, a comfortable silence settling between the two of you and Tom notices how you don’t ask for help, not once. You follow his lead, keeping a set of eyes on his clothed chest because you didn’t know where else to look. Staring him directly in the eyes seemed awkward and staring over his shoulder would in some way, show the guests that your attention was anywhere but on him.

It remains like that for a few moments, the two of you going back and forth. But slowly he crept closer and his hands relax on your waist, your fingers were warm against his curls and Tom felt anything but nervous.

He was moving mere inches closer, autumn eyes attracting your own until you were the only two in the room.

“I could kiss you right now.” He mutters, lips barely fluttering over yours. You felt his warm breath, the ghost of his words and contain a shudder. He was so close, creeping closer.

You force yourself to swallow, glancing up through hooded, overdone lashes. “What if I don’t want you to kiss me?”

Tom feels his heart stop for a single second– whatever hope he was feeling decreasing and plummeting in his chest. “Then I won’t.”

But you never said it– what was truly eating away at you. You never said ‘kiss me, I’m sure I want it too!’ or ‘Do it, let’s put on a show for them– the paps and your parents that are currently eyeballing us.’

‘Kiss me like the first night we met but softer.’

It was way too soon.

So instead you gaze up at him and watch as Tom takes your hand softly– like a feather and spins you around just once. The two of you move delicately, your heels clicking against the ballroom floor. Everyone watches in absolute awe. Wondering just how the prince had kept you– an absolute gem hidden for so long.

Facing him once more, you swallow thickly. “You know, you’re not actually that arrogant and I don’t actually hate you.”

He tries not to smile but fails miserably. Tom definitely wasn’t oblivious to your sudden change of attitude but he wasn’t just letting it slip right past him either. He furrows his brows in confusion. Wondering how the conversation went from kissing to this. Kissing.

“That’s good to know, I guess.” He coughs.

“You’re actually a big softie.” You laugh gently, trying to make a joke out of what was intended to be a serious moment. “You pretend to like your life but really you wish you could settle down somewhere quieter. You get lonely here sometimes and want someone close. You don’t want all this.”

Maybe you were spewing bullshit.

“Yes, I do.” He grumbles, tightening his grip a little around your hand.

“Okay then, you don’t want the cameras and the eyes on you twenty-four seven. You don’t want the expectations and seriousness of it all.” He looks confused but reluctant to say anything. “Try and tell me I’m wrong.”

Tom refrains from screwing his face up because that’d give the crowd an indication that you were anything but happy. “And what about you, hm? You pretend like you don’t want this– the glitz and the glam but you secretly love it. You’re secretly eating all this up but you’re too stubborn to mention it.”

You raise a brow at the remark. “So what If I do? What if I do secretly like it and I’m just treating you like dirt because it’s fun seeing how much you’ll take until you just explode?”

“I can go on forever, darling.”

You lean in until your wine-stained lips are hovering over his ear, gelled curls slicked back neatly. “Don’t test me, Holland because I’ll win, and I know you don’t like to lose.”

He scoffs, wanting to disagree with you but it was true. Tom Holland didn’t like to lose and after your attitude had been eating away at him for the last few weeks, frustrating him more and more and causing his teeth to grit as you so much as walked near him he wanted to keep the softer side of you around for a little longer.

But then the song came to an end and you pull away from him, leaving him with a slight bow and something told him to pull you back in, to dance to the next song and the one after that t00– not for the crowd but for himself. It was selfish.

“I might have a dance with Haz, he looks lonely.” You gaze over at the blonde boy at the back of the room, your previous conversation with Tom suddenly forgotten. Harrison leaned against the wall, a glass of wine in one hand and looked around with wandering eyes.

“You can’t,” Tom replied curtly. “People will think it’s… something more, they’ll start rumours.”

You raise a brow, “You were dancing with another girl earlier, weren’t you?” He doesn’t reply and that’s enough of an answer for you. “You’re jealous.”

He feels called out.

“I’m not!” He retorts.

“You’re so jealous.”

He hides it well, squinting his eyes and crossing his arms across his chest and you were thankful that no one around was paying too much attention to the two of you anymore. If you were alone you would’ve pressed on, taunting him for feeling jealous over literally nothing– besides, it’s not like the two of you were together anyway.

“Whatever, I’m going to get another drink.” You shrug and Tom watches you leave, heading over to the nearest waiter until he finds himself standing alone.

He knew you’d already had one or two and should've stopped you from going for more but he couldn’t because the second he tried to step away, a hand landed on his shoulder, perfectly manicured nails gaining his attention.

Not even an hour later, Tom was exhausted. Dancing with you for a brief few songs had been the highlight of his night and making conversation with strangers about things he really didn’t care that much about couldn’t even begin to compete.

He had watched you from the corner of his eye, watching you sit at the back table as you swung your leg back and forth, looking bored out of your absolute mind. Guys whispered a few meters away and to put it simply… it gave him a stomach ache. Harrison had kept you company at one point and without Tom, you had no idea what to do.

He took the first out he could get the second he saw you slam a glass down onto the table earning glances from a couple party guests and hurried over, lip between his teeth. He was nervous.

You watch him, hair now messier then it was earlier and you could tell he’d been running a hand through it which was probably something he wasn’t supposed to be doing.

“You’re drunk.” He says bluntly, watching your mouth open in protest. You were definitely drunk

“I am not!” You snap back, holding up the glass of wine you had been sipping on. “I only had like… five glasses of wine, maybe more?”

He shakes his head, towering over you. He wanted to glare at Harrison and ask him why he’d allowed this but his best mate was long gone. “You’re so drunk. C’mon, let’s go back to my room.” He nods his head towards the series of stairs.

You giggle. “I’m not having sex with you again– the first time was good though but not… not again.” You take another mouthful of the alcohol and screw your face up at the taste, swallowing it harshly before Tom snatches the glass out of your hand.

He really hopes that no one heard that. He was thankful you’d chosen a table at the end of the room to drink at– where little to no one was about to bother you.

“We’re not doing that, you just need to rest before you do something you’ll regret.” He hisses.

“We already know what happens when I’m drunk, it’s not that big of a deal.”

“Let’s go.”

He wraps an arm around your waist to keep you up straight, plastering a smile to those around him and he’s thankful when no one attempts to start a conversation. He’s also thankful when you comply instead of reaching for another glass. Harrison watches on with a coy grin, seeing care hidden beneath frustration practically written all over toms features.

You tumble up the steps to his room, relying on Toms direction and the arm that kept a tight grasp to stay upwards. But as you got closer, your eyes begin to feel heavy and you began to drag him down, refusing to support your own weight. So that was why he lifted you up bridal style.

Tom shoves his bedroom door open with a thud that causes you to stir, heading straight for his bed where he places you down gently. You swore you instantly sunk into the plush, royal duvet, engulfed in a blanket of absolute warmth.

Tessa, who had been kept in the room thanks to Harrison sticks her head up and whines at the person now laying in Toms place, but puts her head back down upon seeing Tom.

“You can have my bed tonight.” He mutters. His voice was soft, gentle and he watched you drift off almost instantly with your head pressed against the pillow, mouth slightly agape. Still, you wore the dress and jewellery and he only moved down to tug the heels off of your feet.

Maybe he was falling. Hard.

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4AM

“Brother!” T’Challa looked up from his seat to find his little sister staring down at him with frustration. “Glory to Bast, what is wrong with you today?”

“Nothing,” he cleared his throat and sat up in his seat. “What is it, Shuri? Have you found anything?”

She shook her head with a look of semi-defeat plastered over her face. “Not yet. Still working on it, though.”

“I would hope so,” he glared lightly, Shuri paying him no mind as she plopped down on the sofa in his office. “What?”

“What are you going to do when you find out who leaked them?”

His shoulders tensed. “Do you really want to know?”

“Do you even know?” She rebuffed as he chuckled. His sister was smart, sometimes too smart for her own good.

“It depends on who it was. If it was a woman, she will be jailed-”

“And if it was a man?” Shuri pressed.

T’Challa leaned back in his chair and squinted his eyes. “The less you know, sister….the better.”

Shuri shook her head. “Brother, you cannot go around murdering people.”

“Did I say that I would kill him?” He challenged.

“Aha, so you do think that it was Amari.” She pointed out with accusation in her eyes and voice. “I knew it.” He averted his gaze. “I can’t believe he would go so far as to hack her though.”

Even though T’Challa said nothing, he quietly thought about how he absolutely believed his wife’s ex-lover to be capable of such a thing. He was bitter and upset that she’d ended things between them and had now stooped so low as to send him a myriad of explicit videos and pictures that she’d sent him over the past few months.

He was just happy that she was unaware of the potential scandal that was brewing while she was in the midst of getting the help that she needed.

“You miss her?” He looked up to see Shuri giving him a crooked smile. “Don’t you?”

He stood up and brushed off his clothes. “Finish tracking the source, please.”

The scientist pouted as her brother kissed her on her forehead and headed for the door. “You never answered the question.”

T’Challa turned around with a smirk before walking out the door. “To quote a very wise sibling of mine: I do not answer stupid questions.”

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“You’re late.” T’Challa frowned as he was met with an older woman who shared a striking resemblance to Falala. “Where were you?”

He frowned. “Excuse m-”

She eyed him from head to toe. “Very nice outfit. How unfortunate that it will be filthy by the time you leave today.” She suddenly grabbed him by his arm and dragged him inside, slamming the door shut behind him. “Don’t just stand there! Letting all of my cool air out.”

He was thoroughly perplexed….did this not woman know who he was? “Ma’am, I-”

“Well, let me have a look at you,” she adjusted the glasses that were sitting on the bridge of her nose. “Spitting image of your father, you are. But I also see her too. You have her eyes.”

He froze. “What-”

She glared. “But your father’s lack of patience-”

T’Challa reached out to touch the woman’s shoulder. “Do you speak of Ramonda or…..”

“Is she the one who gave life to you?” She placed her hands on her hip. “Bast, and they said that you were bri-”

“Did you know her?” He cut her off, staring deep into her eyes. “M-my mother?”

The woman scoffed. “Of course. I was her tutor and closest advisor.”

T’Challa’s eyes widened. Did this strange elderly woman really know his mother? Who was she?” Falala had “ordered” him to go see her as part of his own therapeutic process, but she hadn’t explained why or for what purpose.

He was starting to see why.

“Can you…” He closed his eyes. “Can you tell me about her?”

The woman smiled warmly. “Of course.” A beat. “While you help me fix my roof.”

His eyes widened slightly. “I beg your pardon?”

“Come, young king.” She turned around, T’Challa noticing that she walked with a slight limp. “It appears I have much to tell you.”

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Bashira walked alongside the river located a few hundred feet away from the house that had been her home for almost a week and a half. Not too far behind her, Ayo kept watching for any potential threats while Luna walked so close to the queen that her soft fur rubbed against the equally soft material of her dress.

“How are you feeling this morning?” Falala questioned, trying hard to ignore the Dora. She wasn’t too happy that the king insisted on at least Bashira’s personal guard accompanying them. She thought Luna was protection enough; however, she understood his reservations.

The queen’s life and that of her unborn child seemed to constantly be in danger.

“Okay,” Bashira smiled softly, holding onto her stomach as she walked. “I have yet to cry, so I think that a positive.”

Falala matched her smile. “Tears are therapeutic, Bashira. A sign of release.”

“Well, releasing I have been.” She chuckled sadly. It was true. Since her arrival to her “retreat,” Bashira had shed many tears throughout each day, mostly attributed to the hard truths that Falala was slowly helping her accept.

She felt inadequate compared to her sister. She felt as though Nakia was better than her, hence why T’Challa consistently chose the War Dog over herself.

She somewhat always knew that Amari’s feelings for her were deeper than what he let on; however, she liked feeling needed, feeling wanted, feeling loved.

She hadn’t spoken to T’Challa following her father’s death because she blamed him. If he hadn’t taken her away from Wakanda, perhaps she could have been with him, she could have somehow saved him. Saying it aloud made her realize the fault in her logic, but at that time, logic wasn’t her ally. No, it was her enemy, an enemy that blinded her from seeing that if anyone could have comforted her during her time of bereavement….it would have been T’Challa.

He too had lost his father, something that never even crossed her mind until Falala mentioned it.

So yes…..many tears had been shed, but one thing Bashira could not deny was the freedom she was starting to experience. Freedom from the bondage of being held down by lifelong burdens, freedom from feelings of inadequacy, freedom from the chains of mistrust.

A part of her wanted to stay there forever, to be hidden away from the world. Just her, Luna, and her baby boy.

Yet…..a large part of her longed for him. T’Challa. She missed him.

A part of her “purging” was absolutely zero communication with those on the outside….that also included T’Challa.

However, it didn’t deter the king from calling damn near three times a day checking in with Falala to ensure that his wife and unborn child were still okay. Bashira was also pretty confident that Ayo was reporting back to the king the everyday happenings with the queen.

“You are quiet this evening,” Falala noted. “Is there anything you wish to talk about?”

Bashira paused, looking at the water, smiling as Luna rubbed her head against her. “I think so.” Falala nodded to indicate that she was ready. “My wedding night, well, after that…..as you know, is when I caught T’Challa and my sister….together.”

“Yes, I am aware.” She spoke solemnly. “You’ve said before that you were very upset by that reveal and understandably so.”

“I felt…” she swallowed the lump in her throat. “I felt so many emotions. I was...I was so angry but….not for the obvious reasons.” Bashira wiped at her face. Bast, she was starting to get frustrated with all of her crying, but she knew that it was needed. “I was furious, yes. I felt betrayed, yes. But I was….I was especially hurt because….because I hadn’t just given him my virginity, Falala.” She looked at her therapist. “I gave him my heart.”

Unbeknownst to T’Challa and Bashira, until that retreat......she’d fallen in love with the then-prince.

“You were in love with him,” the older woman continued as Bashira sniffled. “And seeing him with your sister….that pain….it wasn’t just for the betrayal.”

“It was the first time I’d ever been in love, my first heartbreak, and I was….crushed.” She shut her eyes and took a deep breath. “I wanted to hurt him for deceiving me but kill him for breaking my heart.”

“Do you think that is also why you are having such a hard time learning to trust him again? Because you do not want to experience such pain again?” Falala already the answer but as the specialist, it was her job to never put information and project her own inclinations on her clients. She needed them to have their “aha moment.”

Bashira smiled sadly. “Yes, it is why I was having a hard time trusting him again.”

Falala’s eyes crinkled. “Was?”

The queen lifted her head and stared at the waters before rubbing her belly. “I’ve fallen for him again, Falala.” She looked at her. “I am in love with T’Challa.”

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“Okay,” T’Challa walked down the steps, his shirt discarded as he held buckets of paint on both arms. “Give it an hour or so, and you should be fine to enter the room.”

“And the roof?” The woman named Mahala questioned, watching some television program while sitting on her sofa.

“All repaired.”

“The bookshelf?”

He sighed. “Fully assembled.”

“The gate out back?”

He fixed his jaw. “Also fixed.”

“Hmmm, you do work fast.” It was taking everything in him to not disrespect the woman by cursing from his frustration. “Well, don’t just stand there. Come! Sit!” T’Challa rolled his shoulders and placed the buckets down on the ground, slowly walking over to sit on the chair opposite the eccentric woman. “You do have her eyes.”

“I did not just spend three hours fixing things for you to tell me that I have the same eyes as my mother.” He hissed before realizing the acrid facet of his tone of voice.

“Well, let no one ever call you passive.” She chuckled as a certain sadness overtook her face. “She was kind, quiet and gentle in nature but strong nevertheless. Extremely bright, one of the most intelligent students I ever had the grace of encountering. Her only vice….she was very naive.”

“How?” T’Challa’s voice was breathy, quiet, and desperate, the king clinging onto every word that she spoke.

“She…” Mahala made sure to find the right words. “She always saw the good in people….even when there was none.” She shook her head. “I was never fond of your father, but your mother….oh, she was head over heels in love with him. Thought the world of that man….and you.”

T’Challa’s chest tightened. “Me?”

“Oh yes, you do not remember because you were too young, but I would come to the palace and mentor her, encourage her, try to lift her spirits…..”

“After she became ill,” he surmised and averted his gaze. “Was she….was she happy?”

She smiled sadly. “Wait right here.” T’Challa watched her stand up and disappear into another room, his foot nervously tapping against the ground. He had no idea why he was so apprehensive. He didn’t do apprehension….yet he could not find it in him to quell his nerves.

“Your mother….” He looked up to see her holding a small box, again, that sadness on her face. “She asked me to give this to you but only when you were older, when you were ready, that readiness, as she wished, to be determined by me, and well, I believe it time.” She handed it to him. He stared down at the box and readied to open it but was stopped by her. “Not here….in your time, and in your own solitude.”

He fixed his jaw, running his thumb over the box. He had so many questions. Why hadn’t this woman come to him years ago? If she was so close to his mother, surely, he would have remembered her? Why had his father not told him of her? The thought of her playing games with him never crossed his mind. He was a good judge of character and while this woman had her quirks….he could see that she was genuine.

He also remembered the picture of she and his mother up in one of the rooms she had him working on.

And he could also tell that she had many more stories to tell, stories that he wished to hear.

“Thank you,” he spoke quietly, holding the box firmly. He wouldn’t let go of it even if his life depended on it. “May I….may I come back tomorrow?”

Mahala smirked. “Who else is going to resurface my pool?”

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It was late, the exact time she knew not, only that she could not sleep, twisting from one side to the other as Luna watched her.

Her dutiful panther absolutely refused to slumber until she was sure that the queen was fast asleep and, unfortunately, sleep would not find the queen.

Eventually, she sat up, reached over, and turned on the light before running her hands over her face. She was tired, yet….she didn’t want to sleep. She wanted something else.

Someone else.

Bashira nervously licked her lips. She absolutely could not. Falala would have her head if she even knew what the expecting mother was contemplating. She’d done so well the past week and a half. She hadn’t even thought about doing such a thing not once. Yet, her fingers played with her kimoyo beads.

She took a deep breath, thinking about Ayo who stood outside her door. Falala was fast asleep, and Ayo….she trusted the woman with her life. Not to mention, the Dora’s loyalties lied with her king….not the king and queen’s therapist.

She, for sure, would say nothing.

Bashira quickly turned on some music to sound out the conversation before going for it.

She wasn’t even sure if the call received two good rings before he answered.

“Are you alright?”

She instantly smiled not just at the sight of him but the panic in his voice and face. He was visibly concerned.

“Y-yes.” Bashira nodded softly. “I just….” She shifted in the bed and nervously twiddled her fingers. “I wanted to talk to you.” Her voice was quiet as she looked to see Luna was leaning on the bed, the queen tapping the empty spot on the mattress for her companion to join her. “Were you sleep? I’m sorry. I did not even check to see the time.”

“Bashira,” she looked to see that he too was sitting in bed, their bed, his torso exposed to her as he wore no shirt. “Even if I was sleep, it matters not.” His eyes softened. “How are you feeling?”

She grinned and reached one hand to pet Luna. “Good,” she confirmed before a thought crossed her mind. “Look,” she sat up a bit more and pushed the blankets down, revealing her stomach that was covered by a thin shirt, moving the camera so that he could see. “By Bast, I swear he gets bigger by the day.” She commented, even going as far as to kick the covers off, standing up, and turning to the side so he could really get a good picture of her bump. “He also loves sitting on my bladder now, speaking of which, wait here.” She took off her bracelet, T’Challa frowning as she disappeared from his vision.

Unbeknownst to her, he was taking pictures of her as she showed off her stomach, her womb which carried their son, his firstborn. It was a bittersweet, truly.

“Sorry,” she apologized a few minutes later, her bashful smile returning to his line of vision as he watched her waddle back into bed.

“You look good, Bashira.” He commented. “You look….happy.” It was true. There was a sense of lighthearted energy surrounding her. She seemed far from the unsure and fragile woman he’d left almost two weeks ago.

She nodded quietly, her eyes darting down. “This….this time apart...it has been good for us.” He couldn't argue with that. Well, perhaps, he could have argued that there was no need for them to have zero conversations while she was away, but he kept that to himself. “But I have missed you...I do miss you.”

Hearing that sent warm sensations through the king. “Is that why you called?”

Bashira smiled up at him and shook her head. “It is...I wanted to see you.”

He returned her smile. “I have missed you too, sithandwa sam.”

She leaned back against the headboard and, again, her smile faltered. “We need to talk though….about…..”

“We do,” he agreed. “But not now….in person.” He wanted to talk with her about certain things, namely, her abortion. It was a conversation that needed to take place but not in that venue. He wanted to be close to her, to be able to comfort her because, no doubt, the conversation would become emotional. “I just wish to talk with you.”

“About….”

“I’ve never known you to not have anything to discuss….”

She rolled her eyes at his playful tone and sunk down into the bed, laying on her side. “Okay, well, tell me what you have been doing while I’ve been away.”

Bashira was actually quite surprised as he started to inform her of what seemed like everything that occupied his time in her absence, most of it, of course, kingly duties. However, he also informed her of the video sessions Falala would have with him, something she hadn’t even been aware of, the queen wondering just when these sessions would take place. Were they while she was sleeping?

Nevertheless, conversation flowed easily between the husband and wife, teasing and suggestive comments also included but none of it being uncomfortable. They both felt relaxed with one another, slipping into an ease that they hadn’t experienced since before the wedding.

“I think we should go somewhere,” Bashira announced with a frown. They’d been talking for hours and while she was starting to get sleepy….she didn’t want to hang up. “Together.”

He raised a brow. “Where?”

She shrugged as best she could given that she was on her side. “It doesn’t matter. I just….I think it would be good for us, and I feel as though we never get enough alone time.”

“Yet you are pregnant….”

“T’Challa!”

He chuckled. “Where do you wish to go, sithandwa sam?” A beat. “I will take you anywhere.”

“You pick,” she responded quietly. “As long as you are there with me,” her eyes started to flutter as T’Challa gave her a small grin.

“You need to go to sleep,” he commented.

“I’m,” she yawned again. “-f-fine.”

He saw that her eyes were fully closed now as opposed to the previous fluttering only minutes ago. “Go to sleep, Bashira.” He glanced at the clock. It was two minutes to 4AM. “I will call you tomorrow.”

At that, she moaned quietly and opened her eyes. “N-no. I’ll call you. I don’t want Falala to find out.”

“Understood,” he agreed, mentally making plans for the upcoming trip and ensuring that he made sure his schedule for tomorrow would be clear and free for when she called. “Good night, Bashira.”

“T’Challa?” He looked up before he could end the call, his eyes taking in how she nervously licked her lips before she uttered three words he never knew that he wanted so badly to hear her say before hanging up.

“I love you.” And with that, as the clock hit 4AM, T’Challa felt a surge in his chest, a filling in his heart that he hadn’t realized was vacant.

Reciprocated love.

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Nakia beat on the door for a good minute before he swung it open, his chest bare. The princess was momentarily taken back.

Nevertheless, she caught herself and scowled. “What took you so long to answer?”

Erik chuckled as she marched in and closed the door. “Good to see you too, princess.”

“Listen, I did what you asked. I’ve done everything that you asked.” She narrowed her eyes. “I slept with that imbecile and extracted the data from his beads-”

“And I killed my best friend to keep him from talking,” Erik shot back harshly. “Priorities, princess.”

Nakia shrugged, completely unphased. “Collateral damage.”

“He was my friend, Nakia.”

“And now he’s dead,” Nakia pouted and feigned sympathy. “How aw-” She was cut off by Erik grabbing her throat and pinning her against the wall.

“Finish that sentence and bet you’ll join him and your pops,” Nakia clawed at his grip, the prince chuckling and letting go, watching her dub over as she gasped for breath.

“You promised me a crown, you bastard.” She hissed.

“And you’ll get it, but in due time.” He answered, rolling his shoulders and sauntering in the kitchen.

“Due time?” Nakia repeated with wide eyes. “How much longer do you expect me to let that bitch sit on what should have been my throne?”

“How interesting I find it that all of a sudden you strongly desire to be queen.” He noted with a raised brow. “Yet you were quite complacent being T’Challa’s side piece.”

“Fuck you, Erik.” She growled.

He sucked his teeth. “No thank you. I don’t do….” He raked his eyes over her. “-leftovers.”

“You bast-”

“The plan to have the child killed, obviously, failed, so we’ve taken another route-”

“Obviously, it failed because it was doomed from the beginning.” She rolled her eyes and sat on the arm of the sofa. “T’Challa would never let even a fly harm a hair on her pretty little head. He won’t let anyone hurt her. Period.”

“And that right there is the key.” Eriks smiled wickedly. “She’s his virtue…..and his vice. His greatest strength-”

“And his weakness.” Nakia finished with a small evil smile. “But I don’t-”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll explain it all to you in due time. Right now….” As he trailed off, three knocks sounded on his door, Nakia immediately standing up. “Relax, princess.” He also stood. “I figured it was time for you to meet our man on the….inside, if you will.”

Still, Nakia’s naturally standoffish nature caused her to eye the prince with reluctance, trying hard to ignore the way the muscles in his back flexed as he reached to unlock the door. However, Nakia’s shoulders and stomach dropped when she saw who was on the other side.

“Zuri?”

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Cups & Cakes | TIKAI

Who: @tiaisms & @kaiofmotunui

When: Tuesday, August 13th

Where: Alice’s Eat Me Bakery

What: While on an outing to obtain some sweets, Kai runs into his ex girlfriend at Alice’s, which is great because he has some pressing questions to ask.

Kai had walked into Alice's, grabbing a box of pastries for his movie night with friends in a makeshift attempt to make his summer less painfully dull. After that @ pack party, there was really no opportunity for him to perform, and he hadn't been particularly inspired in his music anyway. So Kai had decided to take some time off from that and just focus on his surroundings. He'd taken up a job at the water park just to have something to do, and on his off days, made plans with Ariana and whoever else. As he waited for his order to be ready, he noticed familiar blonde hair walk into the bakery. He hadn't seen Tia since the not-wedding, and hadn't really spoken to her since they'd both become single at the same time. So, naturally, this was...awkward. That didn't stop him from raising a hand to her and shouting, "Hey! Tw.....ia." He shook his head and closed his eyes, prepared to explain: "I started to say Twinkle and then corrected myself halfway through. I know your name is not Twia."

Tia wasn't really much of an alice's eater. Usually she just liked to make her own things or buy them from Tiana's, but after being stood up by the super dreamy prince Leo, she decided she was far too cute to just go home and instead chose to treat herself with a cupcake while she considered ways to lure Izzie out of her gross little love bubble to go shopping or something with her. Tia was wrapped up in wondering if Izzie would fall for fake tears, when she suddenly heard Kai's voice greeting a...Twia. Tia looked behind her, wondering who the heck Twia was, when Kai quickly corrected himself. Scrunching up her nose in an attempt not to giggle, Tia flipped her hair over her shoulder and walked closer to Kai rather than to where she was supposed to put in her order. "After how many years, I'd be so sad for you if you thought my name was Twia...And for me, if Twinkle wasn't bad enough, Twia is definitely a bazillion times worse."

Kai chuckled, before realizing exactly what she'd said. He quirked a brow. "Twinkle was never bad! It's a great nickname. As a nickname, it ticks all of the boxes -- it goes with the first initial of your name, it's based off of an online username you actually had, and it's cute!" He rambled on, before clearing his throat and realizing he'd been going on defending a nickname that he'd already decided to bury. He crossed his arms in an attempt to remain 'cool' and shrugged. "I didn't know you had a problem with Twinkle, that's all."

Tia rolled her eyes and let out a quiet laugh. "I don't have a problem with Twinkle really. Sometimes it was really cute. But other times it sounds like tinkle. And that's a little less cute." Cupping her hands around the sides of her mouth like a child telling a secret, Tia leaned in and stage whispered, "Tinkle is pee." Before straightening back up and holding her hands together behind her back. "Also that username was Sparkle. Sparkle and twinkle are totally different. "

Kai rolled his eyes, laughing. "I know what tinkle is," he nodded with a grin, wondering if Tia really thought she needed to elaborate on that for him. "How are sparkle and twinkle different?" He furrowed his brow. "Wait, let me guess -- diamonds sparkle and stars twinkle?" he teased. The Alice's employee let him know that his order was ready, and Kai was able to take the box of treats from the counter without breaking eye contact with Tia.

Tia shrugged simply. "You never know what people don't know, okay? Everyone has different words for things!" She defended, at a school with people from all different kinds of cultures and euphemisms, it was hard for her to sometimes keep track of who would know about what things. Tia opened her mouth to explain the difference between sparkle and twinkle but shut it just as fast when Kai answered his own question, exactly the way she would've said it. "That's exactly it!" She said, unable to stop a fond grin from spreading across her cheeks. Instead she broke eye contact with Kai and looked down at the box in his hands. "So, what'd you get? I like, never come here, so I have absolutely no idea what's good."

Kai chuckled, shaking his head. Classic Tia. Somehow, after all they'd gone through, they both managed to not change. Well...not mentally, anyway. He couldn't help but notice the two new additions right in the middle of the girl's one-flatter chest, but obviously it wasn't okay to comment on that so he just answered her question. "I got some cupcakes. I'm hanging out with Ari later and we needed some snackage...But -- " he looked over his shoulder at the empty two-person table behind them. Why was he doing this? Was he stupid? Maybe. "-- there's like six in here. We could spare one if you'd like to...share it with me so you can see if they make good cupcakes." He shrugged as if this was just an innocent suggestion.

Tia knew it was probably not in her or Kai's best interest to take him up on his offer to share a cupcake. After all, they both knew full well that she'd tasted the cupcakes from Alice's before, he'd bought them for her after all. And as far as Tia remembered, they really weren't special enough that she'd actually need to test another one to make up her mind. But Tia wasn't notoriously stupid because of her excellent decision making after all. "If it's not too much trouble, I'd love to share one with you. You have the best taste out of anyone I know, so I'm sure you must've picked out their best ones."

Kai raised his brows as he moved backward into the small steel table and chairs. "Me? The best taste out of anyone? I'm wearing flip flops right now, don't lie," he joked as he opened up the Alice's box. "Alright, we've got some chocolate on chocolate, some funfetti, and some salted caramel. Take your pick." He scooted the box closer to Tia, still getting distracted by her chest and his overwhelming desire to ask about it, but kept mum.

Tia looked down at Kai's flip flops and started to grimace, before holding up one finger as she cut her own reaction off. "Tiana 2.0 is way more chill about style and does not think those are as highkey tacky as I would've a few months ago. So it's not even a lie, ha!" Tia said fake serenely, as she sat down at the table and looked over the cupcakes in the box before pulling one out. "This one is the cutest so I think that means we should do funfetti."

Kai smirked. "Wow. Tiana 2.0 is really a changed woman." He grinned, putting his hands in the pockets of his shorts, trying not to let his gaze soften too much toward her. Even if she had changed as much as she claimed, getting back together would. Not. Be. An. Option. He had to get that out of his dumb little brain. He nodded, glad she'd chosen the funfetti because that was the one he had been eyeing. "Alright, funfetti it is." He lifted it out of the box and took a knife to slice it down the middle. Well..almost. "Well one of these is clearly bigger, so I offer it to you." He held the bigger half out to Tia from across the table.

Tia flipped her hair, dramatically giving herself fake props. "I know right? We stan eeveelution." Tia jokingly bounced in her seat like an overexcited kid as Kai sliced the cupcake mostly in half. Only to make a face as he offered her the bigger half. Even though she had fully been planning on buying one to shove down her face in it's entirety and probably would've picked the big one if given the choice, being offered the biggest half felt totally offensive. So putting on her most polite face, Tia put her hand up blocking the cupcake half. "Bless your heart, Sugar. I couldn't possibly take that one. It is your cupcake and I absolutely insist you get the bigger half."

Kai rolled his eyes with a chuckle. "Fine. Here." He switched the two halves and held the smaller half out to Tia.

Tia giggled smugly at how Kai didn't even begin to argue or even look annoyed, before leaning in to take a bite out of the offered cupcake half in his hand. It probably wasn't how Kai had meant for her to try the cupcake, but like, they were friends, super-platonic-never-gonna-happen-again-totes-caz-buddies type friends, and friends totally ate from each other's hands like a little blonde pony all the time! "Oh my gosh." She sighed happily, rolling her eyes back as if it was the best thing she'd ever tasted, despite the fact that it very much was not, after chewing and swallowing her first bite. "That was so yummy! Wow!"

Kai tried not to let the shock show on his face when Tia just bit the cupcake right there out of his hand. Licking the frosting off of his finger afterward became a very...charged action in his brain because of that. "Well now I've definitely gotta try it after such rave reviews. But it's only fair that I get the princess treatment too." He leaned forward and closed his eyes, letting his jaw drop open for Tia to reciprocate the act. "Aaah," he hummed comically.

Tia instantly regretted her actions as Kai licked the left over icing on his finger. She had no idea if she wanted to lick his finger herself or be the icing, either way it was deeply upsetting to watch. She crossed her legs and tried very hard not to move her face as Kai kept talking like that didn't just happen. Tia rolled her eyes good naturedly and picked up the other half of the cupcake from Kai's side of the table and very delicately shoved the entire half of the cupcake into Kai's mouth. "Here ya go, your majesty!" She laughed, way too pleased with herself as she used her own finger to collect the icing she'd smeared along Kai's top lip before putting it into her own mouth. "What's up with this icing by the way? It's easily the best thing about the cupcake."

Kai , like a dog lapping up peanut butter, chomped down on the whole cupcake half that was way too big for one bite, with attempted grace. He noticed Tia scoop the icing off of his lip and place it on her tongue, and felt his shoulders slump just a little bit with the longing of what they used to have. That used to be such a natural motion -- feeding each other food, laughing over cupcakes...And the worst part was, it was still natural. It just came with guilt now. "Well it's the best part of any cupcake! Though Alice's knows their icing, I'll tell you that much." He sighed, crossing his arms in front of him on the table. "Tia, feel free to slap me square across the face for even daring to bring this up, but it's eating me alive -- what did you do to your..." He vaguely gestured to his own chest, indicating what he was talking about.

Tia: made a face at Kai's statement and shook her head. "Nuh uh, it's totally the cake part. That's why they're called cup cakes and not icing'n'friends or something." She jokingly argued, picking up a napkin to wipe the rest of the icing off of her fingers. Tia had already started thinking up reasons for why she was totally right about the cake being the best part of a cupcake when Kai surprised her by changing the subject to her chest. Glancing down at herself in confusion and then looking back at Kai, Tia chose to play dumb. "To my skin? I got a tan. Duh. All the fun things during summer are outside, so it's kind of hard not to get one."

Kai rolled his eyes before leaning in with a sigh. "If you don't want to tell me, that's fine. I don't have to know anything -- I'm just making sure you're alright." He shrugged. Wearing jeans, hooking up with women, and now a boob job that she wasn't admitting to? Maybe this was some kind of liberation or maybe it was a mental breakdown. "You'd tell me if you weren't alright, right?" He shrugged, leaning back.

Tia rolled her eyes right back at Kai and let out a huffy breath. "I feel like, it's pretty obvious what I did to my chest, Aukai. I just don't think I need to fully spell it out in the middle of a bakery." She replied, making sure every single syllable that left her mouth had 'duh' wrapped all over it. But Kai still wondering about her wellbeing was too nice to not warrant a small smile from her. "You know how I am, of course not. I am actually alright though...swearsies. I just wanted a change that didn't involve trying out things I hate."

Kai nodded, surrendering with arms up. "Okay! That's all I needed to hear," he shrugged. When she swore that she was alright he nodded again, closing his box of cupcakes so they wouldn't sit there for hours munching on the treats meant for him and Ariana, because he knew they would. It was too #Tikai of them to just sit in a bakery eating sweets and talking about boob jobs. "Cool. I'm glad you're doing some things for yourself, then. Self-care and all of that." He sighed, knowing their conversation was coming to an end, but deep down knowing he didn't want it to.

Tia took Kai's remembering the rest of his cupcakes as a pretty clear sign that their conversation was coming to a close and brushed imaginary crumbs from her lap. "Same, being super single is like the best thing that ever happened to me. Even being stood up turned out pretty well since we wouldn't have gotten to hang out like this if I was busy with Leo Fitzherbert." Tia said, reaching out to put her hand on top of one of Kai's, the cherry on top of making sure that Kai knew that she was a) still single, b) still dating, c) still hot and cute enough to be asked out by princes (even if they did also stand her up) and most importantly d) still loved spending time with him no matter what. "We should do this again sometime? 'Cept, next time I'll bake and we won't be stealing from your Ariana stash, kay?" Moving her hand away as quickly as she put it on Kai's, Tia stood up to go

Kai raised his brows. She hadn't mentioned being stood up. "You got stood up by Leo Fitzherbert?" He queried, wondering what kind of nerve that tall hairy guy had to stand her up like that. Then he wondered what she was even doing trying to date that asshole in the first place. But before he could ask any more questions, her hand was on top of his and he instinctively cupped it in his own, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. "We totally should. But hey -- " He stood up behind her, box in hand, and gave her a shrug. "-- If any princes ever stand you up again just call me and I'll teach them a lesson. Cause boy, are they missing out," he grinned earnestly.

Tia shrugged. "It happens. Not to me usually, but it's whateves." She said, not exactly interested in dwelling on it for longer than the 5 seconds it took to say so. "I'll totes keep that in mind, but let's be real. This is def the first and last time I'll ever get stood up. But you're too sweet to offer" Tia giggled, bouncing up onto her toes to peck Kai lightly on the cheek before leaving Alice's, the idea of buying her own cupcake completely out of her mind as she scurried off in the direction of Izzie cottage, praying to God her bestie wasn't busy in her super annoying "love bubble".

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