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Beach Daddy I. Unexpected Encounters

Rich daddy!Joel Miller x f!reader

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Wordcount: 5,849

Summary: You find yourself on a luxurious yacht, invited by your old roommate Sarah, only to discover that her new boyfriend is none other than your very recent ex. Feeling out of place and overwhelmed, you take solace in the kindness of Reggie, Joel's intern, who helps you navigate the ship and offers a sympathetic ear.

Warnings: 18+, mentions of cheating, reader has hair and wears a dress, you meet Joel, there's a few random oc's thrown in

Notes: Hi, I hope you enjoy 🥰 if you're feeling saucy after comments and reblogs and thoughts are always welcome! Ty @saradika-graphics for the dividers

As soon as the soles of your worn-out converse hit the wood of the dock, you know you're underdressed. Your old roommate, Sarah, has invited you to spend a few weeks on her father's boat. But as you approach the enormous white yacht docked at the end of the pier, you realize this is no ordinary boat. The yacht's sides are lined with three stories of windows, reflecting the ocean's crystal clear water.

From where you're standing, you can make out a double staircase leading to an upper deck with a circular swimming pool large enough to land a helicopter in. Men and women in matching black and white uniforms pace the decks, preparing the ship to leave the marina.

When Sarah invited you, you had no idea the vacation would be so extravagant. If you had known, you would have packed something nicer than your department store shorts and tank tops. Truthfully, you don't own anything that would make you feel undressed on a yacht that likely costs more than a private island.

"Wow," you say to yourself.

"What was that, miss? Is there something I can help you with?" The driver asks you.

"Oh, sorry, no, I’m fine. Thank you, though," you answer sheepishly.

"Don’t worry about your bags, miss. Someone from the ship will be down shortly to get them and take them to your room."

Sarah sent a Cadillac to the airport to bring you to the private dock her father owns. You appreciate the gesture more than she knows because even though you accepted her vacation invitation, you're on a very tight budget. Splurging for a taxi from the airport to the Florida coast would have left you choosing between buying textbooks or food when your next semester starts.

This vacation marks the beginning of a massive change in your life. After graduating with your Master’s Degree from NYU, you got accepted into Harvard Law School. You'll be moving out of New York City at the end of the summer and getting a new start.

You worked at a hole-in-the-wall bar to pay your tuition and barely scraped together rent each month from your tips. You lived in an apartment that you shared with your two roommates, Lin and Aubrey. You're not renewing your lease on that dilapidated and overpriced apartment, and the thought of finally getting to quit your job is a fantastic feeling.

After all of the excitement of opening your acceptance letter from Harvard, you notice a shift in the one person you thought would remain your constant through all of the change. That person is Todd, your boyfriend of two years. He dumped you with no explanation the night before graduation.

So when you receive a text from Sarah inviting you on a vacation, you accept without hesitation. You're still hurting from the breakup and wanting to be anywhere other than New York.

"Miss?" A woman in a white polo and black knee-length skirt asks you.

"Uh, yes."

"If you will follow me. Miss Miller is waiting for you."

"Of course," you say with a small smile. It's typical that Sarah would send someone to get you rather than meet you at the dock herself, but you ignore it. You're on a once-in-a-lifetime vacation, and you're going to enjoy every minute of it.

As you reach the deck with the swimming pool, you hear a high-pitched version of your name being yelled and you instantly remember why Sarah and you are friends. She has a way of making you feel special.

Sarah is lounging on a deck chair in a glamorous white bikini with a blue chiffon kimono. As she stands to greet you, you're surprised she's wearing high heels. You thought women only did that on the runway–or maybe in certain kinds of movies....

"Sarah! It is so good to see you. You look amazing, by the way." You're not surprised to see that Sarah already has a pink fruity drink in her hand.

"Oh, thanks. Daddy bought me a new yacht wardrobe while we were in Paris. Isn't this bikini just to die for?" She asks.

"It really is." You smile with your response.

"You look cute too. You’re always dressed like you're in a Gap advertisement."

Your smile almost falters, but you catch it before Sarah notices. You had almost forgotten how Sarah can make you feel special one moment and two feet tall the next.

"The yacht is gorgeous. I had no idea what to expect; I’ve never been on a boat like this before." You admit while brushing off Sarah's previous comment.

"I figured this would be a big treat for you. It’s a shame most of my other friends have a fashion show in London. Anyway, I am glad you could make it."

"I'm glad I could make it too," you say, still trying to maintain your smile.

Sarah snaps her fingers at a young man cleaning the pool while wearing a uniform that indicates he is part of the yacht’s staff. He immediately stops what he's doing, brings over a second pink drink, and hands it to you.

"Thank you so much," you say to him with a sympathetic smile. You take a small sip and are sure you will be having many more of these; it's delicious. The pineapple juice perfectly complements the rum.

"Good, right? It’s a Caribbean rum punch." Sarah says, clearly watching the enjoyment on your face.

"It’s really good. I’ve made these for customers before, but I haven’t had the chance to try one."

"Oh, you still work at that little dive bar?" Sarah asks, but she is clearly uninterested and does not intend to wait for your answer. "You are going to love the yacht," she continues without skipping a beat. "Daddy bought it last year; it is much better than his old one. You and I will be on the second floor, right off this deck, with the pool. Daddy is on the third floor in the main suite. He has a whole deck to himself, but each of our rooms has its own balcony."

You had not had a room to yourself in six years. In your apartment, all three of you shared one bedroom because you couldn’t possibly afford anything bigger. The thought of a room and a balcony all to yourself feels almost too good to be true.

"That sounds amazing, Sarah. I can not begin to thank you enough for inviting me. You have no idea how badly I needed this. I just went through the worst break -"

Sarah cuts you off before you can finish.

"Daddy keeps to himself. He says he has work to do or something like that. So most of the time, we will have the ship to ourselves. It's going to be the biggest party. Daddy even hired a DJ as part of the staff after I begged him."

"Who is us?" You ask wondering how many people she has invited.

"You, me, my boyfriend, and a few other friends. Everyone else will be coming a bit later. They’re taking Megan's private jet, so they'll get in just before we set sail.”

Part of you is nervous to meet the rest of Sarah’s friends. People who have their own private jets are not your usual crowd. However, you feel a bit relieved that there will be other people to entertain Sarah so you can find some time for yourself to relax. Sarah is the type of person who can party for hours on end. She always has to go to one more party, one more bar, or one more club before calling it a night.

“Maybe don’t mention to the others that you could only afford to fly commercial. If you do, at least lie and say you flew first class.”

“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend Sarah,” you say, purposely trying to change the subject. “How long have you been seeing him?” Sarah must have changed more than you realized, because in the past she never would have settled for one man. Sarah knows this and flaunts it. She has a line of guys wanting to date her and she likes it that way.

“We have been seeing each other for four months now. He is absolutely amazing. You are going to love him. Plus he's super hot!” She gushes.

“Well, I can’t wait to meet him,” you say with a bit of a laugh.

“You will soon, he just went to our rooms to get his sunglasses. Oh, here he comes now,” Sarah says with a huge smile lighting up her face.

He walks out onto the deck, wraps an arm around Sarah’s waist, and pulls her in for a kiss. Then he turns to you as though you had never met.

“Hey, I’m Todd.”

“Todd?” you say, completely dumbfounded by the fact that your very recent ex-boyfriend is standing in front of you with his arm around Sarah.

“Yea, I’m Sarah's boyfriend. She told me one of her old roommates would be joining us.”

“Um, yea.” You respond awkwardly. At first, you don’t understand why Todd would act like he doesn’t know you, but then a lump forms in your throat. Sarah says they have been together for four months.

“Hey, you should go get changed, and we can all go up to dinner together. We're eating on the rooftop deck tonight.” Sarah says, completely missing the strangeness of your interaction with Todd. She snaps her fingers again at another member of the yacht staff. “Will you show her to her room?”

“Of course. If you will follow me,” the woman says and starts walking towards the double doors leading into the ship.

You glance back at Todd and Sarah and quickly wish you hadn’t. Todd is kissing her again, and then he winks at you as his hand starts sliding down her back. You turn away quickly before you have to see where his hand lands.

“You are in the first room to the right.”

“Thank you so much-” you pause.

“Molly.”

“Thank you so much, Molly. Also, I'm sorry about the snapping. I work as a bartender and always hate when people snap to get my attention.”

Molly smiles genuinely at you after your comment. “Thank you, but we are all used to Sarah and her ways. There is an intercom in your room. If you need anything, just press the button, and someone downstairs will respond.”

You nod and open the door to your room, but room is an understatement. The size and luxury of the room are unlike anything you have ever experienced. The main room houses a king-size bed covered in a white silk comforter. There is also a lounge area with two modern black leather sofas. And your suitcase is already waiting for you on an ottoman at the foot of the bed.

You sigh and throw yourself onto the bed face down in the comforter. It seems like a bad dream that Todd is here, pretending he doesn’t know you, let alone date you for two years.

You were comfortable, and your relationship was secure, or so you thought. It started with little things, like Todd bailing on plans you'd made and how he stopped inviting you to spend any time at his place.

Aubrey was always suspicious of Todd, but you never questioned him. Because you knew, deep down, he was cheating on you, but you went on pretending because it was easier than losing him. You didn’t have to pretend for very long because he dumped you the day before graduation.

You cried for hours on the living room couch as Lin and Aubrey comforted you and supplied you with all the ice cream you could eat. You picked yourself up the morning of graduation and packed away your pain. You would not let Todd, or anyone else, see you beaten; you thought maybe that would make you a good lawyer one day.

You walked across that stage and accepted your diploma with a giant smile on your face because you truly earned it and right after the ceremony, you let yourself fall into misery again.

And now he's dating Sarah.

Sarah had said that they’d started dating four months ago, which meant that Todd was definitely cheating on you. It was just hard to believe that he cheated on you with one of your friends.

Sure, Sarah and you fell in and out of touch as your lives drifted apart, but it still made the betrayal hurt more.

During college, you were very different people. Sarah attended NYU for the party life and never missed an opportunity to go out and have fun. You spent most of your time studying to ensure you didn’t lose your scholarship. Even though you had your differences, you got along for the most part, and while you were living together, you became close friends.

You allow yourself a few more moments of self-pity before pulling yourself off of the bed. You didn't let Todd see you beat at graduation, and you aren't going to let him see it now.

You make your way to your suitcase and roll it into the connecting ensuite. As you walk through the double doors of the ensuite, you are shocked again by the sheer size of the yacht. You take your time unpacking each item of clothing and hanging it in the closet. You pick out a black knee-length dress, which is the nicest thing you have brought, and change into it.

Just as you finish touching up your makeup, you hear the click of the door latch opening.

“Hey, are you ready? Everyone else is here, and we are all heading up to eat,” Sarah says while she bursts into the room without bothering to knock.

“Yeah. Perfect timing. I just finished.” You walk out of the ensuite and see her standing in a floor-length dress made of silvery fabric. She takes one quick look at you outfit and says nothing, obviously unimpressed by your simple choice. You follow her out into the hallway, where three women and four men in black tie attire talk among themselves.

Sarah makes quick introductions, but the only name you catch is that of the tall brunette woman, Megan, the one with the private jet. Your hands are already starting to sweat, and you're honestly grateful that most of the other guests ignore your presence as waiters bring plate after plate of food and set it in front of each of you.

“Megan, how was the flight here?” Sarah asks.

"Oh, it's the worst. My mom has to take the big jet to Japan for a business conference, so I'm stuck with the little jet. Hudson nearly hit his head on the ceiling because it's so small." Megan throws a seductive look at the tall man with blond hair and piercing blue eyes.

"Well, I'm sure you didn't have the worst flight. She had to fly commercial," Sarah says, gesturing towards you.

"You poor thing. I've never flown commercial, but I hear it's horrible. Do you really have to sit next to strangers?"

"Yeah, you do, but not in first class." You say remembering that Sarah had told you to say you flew first class even though you didn't.

It's typical of Sarah to throw you under scrutiny when you had planned to avoid talking about how you got here or anything else to do with money, for that matter. Luckily, the one dig at you seems to be enough for Sarah because she gets distracted by Todd.

"You are the sexiest woman I have ever met," Todd says as he runs his hand up Sarah's arm.

"You two are the absolute cutest," the woman sitting on your right says.

"Oh, I know, right? It's so fun that we are equally numbered men to women," Megan says, throwing another look at Hudson, who seems completely clueless.

You eat your meal in silence and try your best not to watch Sarah and Todd. However, it's hard to ignore the fact that Todd has abandoned his meal and is instead licking Sarah's neck. She laughs, runs her fingers into his mess of brown curls, and pulls his face to hers.

You make it all the way to dessert before you can't take it anymore and quietly slip away from the table. Of course, no one sees you leave; if they did, no one cares.

As the door closes behind you, a few tears start streaming down your face. You have to get back to your room before anyone finds you crying. You quickly wipe the tears from your cheeks and do your best to keep any more from falling.

The day's events have finally hit you in full force. You're angry and hurt that Todd has been cheating on you the whole time, and now you have to spend your vacation watching him and Sarah together.

You're so distracted in your thoughts that you run straight into a rock-solid chest.

You had hoped you just ran into one of the yacht's staff members, but you quickly realize the man is not wearing the uniform. All you can see is a suit jacket. You pull back and continue to try to hold back your tears.

"I am so sorry; I should have been watching where I was going," you say while trying to plan your escape.

When you look up at who you ran into, you're met with the most beautiful brown eyes you've ever seen.

"Are you okay, Miss?”

—♡—

Joel is walking down the hallway on his way to the upper deck when he hears a loud burst of laughter. He sighs in frustration; this was supposed to be a quiet escape from work, yet his yacht is full of a bunch of twenty-year-olds.

He had invited Sarah, as a way to spend a bit of time together this summer. Then Sarah asked if she could bring her new boyfriend along, and he agreed without much thought.

Joel met Todd earlier in the week over breakfast, and he seemed like a good kid. He works in finance for his father’s financial firm in New York, so they immediately have so much to talk about.

He is very complimentary of Joel's recent purchase of Explore Air, the second airline that he now owns. It truly is a good purchase, and he has big plans for expansion.

Joel is impressed that Sarah has picked someone who is putting down roots, and he seems like a stable choice. Sarah has never introduced him to a boyfriend before, so he is taking their relationship seriously.

Having her boyfriend join them would be an easy way for him to get to know him better and also give Joel a little more time for himself, which is probably a little selfish. It’s not that he doesn’t love his daughter; he finds it difficult spending time with his daughter; they aren’t very close. He had only found out she existed fourteen years ago, and trying to connect with a ten-year-old with whom he has nothing in common has not been easy.

It doesn’t help that he has bought her everything she could possibly ask for–for the last fourteen years. In the beginning, he did it to make up for missing the first ten years of her life, but after that, it just became easier than dealing with her when she didn’t get what she wanted.

Sarah is now a spoiled and entitled twenty-four-year-old with no plans for her life other than partying and spending as much money as possible.

In classic Sarah fashion, his agreement to let her bring her boyfriend along turned into her filling each one of his guest rooms with her rich and arrogant friends. Sarah also hired a DJ against his wishes, but after a hysterical outburst where she accused him of not loving her, she got her way, just like always. So his quiet and relaxing vacation with his daughter quickly turned into him hosting a summer-long party.

Before he heads to his stateroom, he figures he better play the welcoming host and go up to greet Sarah and her friends. As Joel turns a corner, he bumps into someone. The woman has her head down, so all he can see is her hair.

“I am so sorry; I should have been watching where I was going,” the woman says.

When her eyes finally meet Joel’s, he is surprised it looks like she is fighting tears.

“Are you okay, miss?” Joel says in response. He feels dumb as soon as the words are out of his mouth. She, very obviously, is not okay.

“Yes. I’m just heading back to my room, uh, sir,” she says as she straightens up, obviously not wanting to be caught crying.

“Oh right,” Joel replies, suddenly realizing that she called him sir, so she must be one of the maids.

He starts picking through his memories, trying to remember when he’d hired her. Reggie must have been the one to interview her because he surely would have remembered a woman so captivating.

“Before you do that, would you head up to my stateroom and unpack my luggage? I'm afraid it's been delivered later than usual. Had some business I had to attend to before leaving port, and I didn't get here as early as I would have liked.”

“Oh - I am - Uh -” she starts staring at the floor.

Joel stands waiting for her response. He thinks it is cute how flustered she is; perhaps it's because he makes her nervous. That's pretty common with new hires, but oddly, she makes him feel a bit flustered, which is completely uncommon.

“Yes,” she stammers.

“Thank you so much -” he says with a smile, leaving a pause in hopes that she would tell him her name, but she quickly turns and heads in the opposite direction. He can't help but stare as she walks away. As she slips around a corner and out of sight, he sighs, knowing he needs to make an appearance upstairs.

Joel walks out onto the deck, where a large dining table is placed and decorated with an extravagant centerpiece. The stars reflect over the ocean and create a stunning backdrop for his daughter's dinner party. He is really impressed at how well the staff has done at transforming this space, most likely with very particular instructions from Sarah.

“Daddy!” Sarah screams as he makes his way out onto the deck. She screams a lot, but he notices most girls her age do. Thankfully it looks as though their dinner party is just wrapping up; waiters are clearing away everything from the table.

Sarah runs over and hugs him.

“Hello, sweetheart,” he says kissing the top of her head. “Is everything goin' alright?”

“Everything has gone perfectly so far. The yacht is so awesome; I think my friends could die out of jealousy.”

Joel remains silent, not knowing how to respond to Sarah's need to be the envy of other people. He would leave figuring that out to her mother, Marnie. They hardly speak other than when she needs money from him, which is more often than he'd like.

“Good evening, Mr. Miller,” Todd says as he makes his way over and shakes Joel's hand.

“S'good to see you again, Todd.”

“Likewise. I’d like to discuss a real estate investment I'm working on for a client when you have the time. I would love to get your opinion.”

“Of course. We can talk about it tomorrow night over some drinks.”

“I look forward to it, Mr. Miller.”

Joel continues to greet Sarah's friends and make small talk for as long as he can manage. He makes his exit by lifting a glass of champagne in the air and toasting, “To an amazing summer.”

Sarah's friends echo his toast, followed by cheering and chatting amongst themselves. Joel slips out and heads over to a hidden elevator, which goes up one more floor where his room and private deck are located. He really hopes that the group makes their way to their rooms soon. He's exhausted and can not wait to slip into sleep.

He opens the double doors to his room and is slightly disappointed that the maid he met earlier was already gone. His suitcase was missing from where he left it, so she must have come and gone while he was greeting my guests.

He immediately makes his way to the bar cart and pours himself a glass of whiskey taking a long sip of his drink, he can't stop his mind from wandering back to the maid he ran into. It’d been a long time since someone had caught his attention as she did. She did seem much younger than him, though. He wasn’t sure that would be a problem.

He walks over to the screen mounted on the wall next to the door, and at the press of a button, the wall of windows at the far end of the room slid open, eliminating the barrier between his living room and private deck. That feature was one of the main reasons he purchased this particular yacht. He thought there would be nothing better than feeling the ocean breeze and hearing the waves even while hiding away in his stateroom.

He steps onto his deck and could see the dinner party continuing without him one deck below. The muffled sounds of conversation and laughing are the only sound drifting up to him.

Joel sips his drink and watches the white foamy waves follow the yacht as they move through the water. It's the only way he can tell they're moving as the sky darkens to a deep blue. He sits back, relaxing, and imagines the woman's eyes staring back at him.

—♡—

“Are you okay, miss?” the attractive man asks after you run directly into him.

“Yes. I’m just heading back to my room, uh, sir,” you respond.

“Oh, right,” he says, lost in thought. He pauses for a few seconds and then continues.

You stumble over your words, mortified that he clearly thinks you are a member of the staff rather than a guest on the yacht. However, you suppose you look nothing like the typical guests.

“Yes,” you finally say, deciding it is easier than trying to explain the mix-up. He thanks you and continues standing there, staring at you, making sure you are actually going to go unpack for him.

You quickly turn and head back down the long hallway. You must be headed in the right direction because the man does not tell you otherwise. Unfortunately, this is leading you in the opposite direction of your room.

You take a few turns, trying not to accidentally run into the man again and have to explain that you don’t work for him. You should have just told him from the start, but he startled you, and you got a bit distracted staring at his face.

He has a very nice face and a very nice body, and you can’t stop thinking about him. It isn’t too long before you are completely turned around; the ship is so outlandishly large.

Exhausted and embarrassed, you find a small alcove off of the main hallway, lean your back against the wall, and slide to the floor. You just need a minute to yourself to get control of your emotions, but a door opens next to you and cuts that time short.

You jump to your feet and smooth your hands over your dress.

“Hello, I don’t think we’ve met,” the man says. He is very clean-cut, with smooth black hair and freckles dusting his cheeks. You guess that he isn’t much older than you are.

“I’m a friend of Sarah’s,” you introduce yourself, not wanting to get mistaken for part of the staff again.

“Oh, wonderful. I hope you’re enjoying yourself,” he says with a genuine smile. You feel at ease in his presence, happy to have finally found someone who isn’t already judging you.

“I am, but I may need some help. I ran into someone down the hall, who mistook me for one of the maids and asked me to unpack for him. I don’t want anyone to get into trouble if it doesn’t get done,” you say, slightly embarrassed. “Can you help me?”

“Oh, I’m so sorry that happened to you. Do you know who it was?”

“Uh, it was a man wearing a very nice suit - but that probably doesn’t narrow it down much.”

“Not exactly,” he says with a sympathetic grin.

“He was tall with dark brown hair that perfectly complements his brown eyes. He had a concrete jaw that was peppered with black and silver facial hair. His voice was deep, had a southern accent, and he smelled like sandalwood,” you say, picturing the man in your head.

After a few moments, you realize you’ve said way too much. If you could have jumped off the railing and into the ocean, you would have.

“That is Mr. Miller,” he says quickly, saving you from further embarrassment. “I am his intern, so I can make sure someone goes and takes care of his luggage.”

Did he say… Mr. Miller? As in, Sarah’s dad?

“Thank you so much,” you say. “You will have to forgive me. It’s been a long night, and I’ve been so rude and haven’t asked your name.”

“You can call me Reggie.”

“Well, thank you so much, Reggie. Can I ask you for one more favor?”

“Of course,” Reggie says with his signature smile.

“I got a little turned around after leaving the dinner party upstairs, and I’m not sure how to get back to my room.”

“It would be my pleasure to escort you back to your stateroom, Miss,” he says and offers you his arm.

“Thank you so much,” you say as you take his arm, absolutely delighted by the gesture.

Reggie is leading the way back to your room when he says, “Please don’t hold it against Mr. Miller for mistaking you for part of the staff. He has been under a lot of stress lately and passed the hiring off to me. Since you weren’t at the dinner party, it’s likely he just figured that you were a new hire. He really is a kind person and would have never intentionally offended you.”

“He didn’t offend me. I know I don’t fit with Sarah’s other friends, so it was an easy mistake to make. I could have straightened everything out, but I was a little distracted by some personal issues.”

“Do you need to vent?” Reggie asks innocently.

“It’s just that I went through a really difficult breakup, and I hoped this trip would help me get my mind off of him. It hasn’t worked out that way,” you say, trying to remain as vague as possible.

“I’m very sorry. Was it a long relationship?”

“Two years.”

“Ouch. Well, just give it a bit more time. With what Miss Miller has scheduled, I’m sure you will have plenty of distractions to keep your mind off of things.”

You laugh. “I’m sure you’re right. There is never a dull moment with Sarah around.”

Just as your conversation wraps up, you reach your door. You are so relieved to be back in your room that you could have hugged Reggie. You feel like you could talk to him about anything, and it helps you to feel as though there is at least one person on this ship who has not immediately judged you.

“Thank you so much for all of your help, Reggie. I don’t know what I would have done had I not run into you.”

“I’m here to help anytime. That goes for all of the staff on the yacht. If you need anything at all, just ask.”

You nod as Reggie walks away, and you slip into your room.I You head straight to the bathroom for that giant tub you discovered earlier. You have never been so in need of washing away the events of a day before.

You soak for almost an hour when the water starts getting cold, you reluctantly pull yourself out and wrap yourself in a fluffy bath towel.

You change into your pajamas, a pair of gray shorts, and a Harvard T-shirt. Your grandfather sent you the T-shirt as soon as you told him you’d been accepted; he was so proud.

You pull out your phone to send him a quick text telling him that you are okay. You should have sent it as soon as you arrived, but you forget in the chaos of seeing Todd with his arm around Sarah's waist.

You type out a quick message reading, "Hi Gramps. I made it safe. I will keep you updated. Love you." When you go to hit send, you realize you have no service. So not only would you not be able to contact your grandpa, but you can't update Lin and Aubrey about this horrible situation you are in. You sigh in defeat and toss your phone onto the bed.

Instead of talking with your friends, you use the intercom system in your room to call down for a cup of chamomile tea. You are shocked at how quickly there is a knock at your door. You take the tray and make your way out onto your private balcony.

The balcony is large enough to fit a lounge chair and a small breakfast table. You quickly make plans to put that to use in the morning. It would be amazing to sip your coffee and listen to the sound of the ocean.

You take a seat on the lounge chair and place your tray in front of you. A tiny teapot and matching cup are accompanied by a small plate of macaron cookies. You pour yourself a cup of tea and bite into one of the pink, dainty cookies.

You can't help thinking that this vacation would be perfect if you could spend the whole time in this room. Unfortunately, you would have to come out eventually and face Todd. You could have told Sarah the truth about Todd being your ex, but now that you are sailing, you have no escape.

It would have made the rest of the vacation unbearably awkward if you'd told Sarah. You have to keep this secret, at least until you are all back on land. A flash of shame hits you when you remember the other secret you would have to keep from Sarah.

The fact that you are undeniably attracted to her dad.

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⸻ 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐙𝐙𝐈; e.jeager + j.kirschtein x black reader

❦ synopsis; eren and jean argues on gets you first and betting on who can make you come first

❦ warnings; black fem reader, thick/chubby reader, poly relationship, established relationship. smut; oral (f!receiving + m!receiving), hand jobs, competitive sex, riding, jacuzzi sex, public sex, dirty talk, degradation, oral fixation, praise kink, double penetration

❦ author’s note; ahem, i went rogue with this! i made venus’s idea come to live with this piece🤭 but also, i feel like i need this in my life.

wc; 3.6k

you were lounging in the jacuzzi feeling the warm water and bubbles, losing yourself in the comforting atmosphere. the sounds of the bubbly water reaching your ears and making your eyes close with a content sigh.

this was the perfect way to end your week seeing as you had been stressed from school and everything from your schoolwork to your job but the warm water from the jacuzzi was washing away all that stress and you were grateful.

you soon felt a hand caressing your shoulder and another grabbing your hand, you opened your eyes to see your boyfriends looking down at you with smiles on their faces. “you guys getting in, or are you just gonna stare at me all night?”

“we can’t stare at you, mama?” eren asked with a smirk. jean rolled his eyes in disgust.

“eren, you’re so corny. you look really pretty tonight baby.” jean said. eren tsked.

you already felt the argument coming on. “wait so i’m corny for asking we can’t stare at you? what kind of fucking logic is that?” eren crossed his arms and looked at jean.

you rolled your eyes because of course, jean would feed into that. “fuck you, eren. seriously. yes, it was corny, next time come up with something that’s not corny.” jean argued.

“if y’all are gonna stand there and argue then you can forget about getting in with me,” you said, sinking back into the water and trying to relax again.

jean and eren apologized and hopped in next to you, you sighed with a smile, “see? isn’t that better? why are you arguing anyways? i like being called mama and i'm both of your girlfriend, what’s the problem?”

“nothing, pretty girl. eren is just immature and infuriating.” jean said with a mocking smile.

eren clenched his teeth trying not to start an argument, “mama, i’m sorry. jean just gets me worked up, i'm more focused on you now.”

you laughed at both of them, “y’all are ridiculous.” closing your eyes again with an amused sigh.

eren smiled and trailed his hand on your thigh, squeezing your inner thigh. jean caught him and started to kiss your neck softly. both of them were trying to start something and you couldn’t complain — you loved having boyfriends who took care of you in bed.

you opened your eyes to see eren staring back at you, you leaned in to kiss him. his lips immediately met yours and you felt your pussy jump from eren’s finger teasing you from the outside of your bathing suit. eren’s finger run your clit in slow circular motions and you moaned in his mouth.

jean kept sucking at your neck, placing hickies everywhere he could reach, he moved back to see you and eren kissing — he pushed eren’s head away and turned your head towards him to kiss you.

“hey! what the hell!” eren yelled, jean had practically stolen your attention, eren wanted the attention back on him so he kept moving his fingers on your clit.

you mewled in jean’s mouth, pulling back and tossing your head back, both boys looked at you with a smile. jean saw eren teasing your clit and he wanted to please you like that.

jean started groping your titties softly causing you to moan softly, everything was stimulating you all at once and you didn’t know what to do. “fuck.” you said breathlessly.

they both looked at you and started to smile, ��feel good? tell me it feels good.” jean said with a cocky smile.

you moaned, nodding your head. “feels so good, baby.” jean kissed you deeply while still massaging your breasts, he always loved playing with your tits and he never failed to make you feel good while doing it.

eren rolled his eyes, yet again. “mama, your pussy feels so good, what did we do to deserve such a pretty pussy like yours?” he asked, his fingers curling just right and making you see stars. “i bet i can make you cum just like this.”

“you wanna bet?” jean raised an eyebrow.

eren stop moving his fingers which caused you to whine, “you don’t think i can make her cum?”

“oh no, no, i’m fully aware of your abilities to make her cum but i don’t think you can make her cum before i make her cum.” jean snarked back.

you glanced to see them glaring at each other, with full determination in their eyes. “it’s not a competition or whatever but maybe we should see..” you voiced with a sly smile.

they looked at you with surprise and then back at each other, “let’s see who can make me cum first.” you smiled.

making the bet was a mistake all in itself but you would never regret it, not with the way eren was practically tearing off your suit — eager to please you.

jean pushed him aside, “can you be gentle with her? jeez, you’re such an animal honestly.”

you chuckled, taking off the rest of your bathing suit, watching as both of your boyfriend's jaws went slack at the sight of you.

your breasts on display and ready to be grabbed, your boyfriends eyed them and couldn’t look away. the way your hips curved could make them drop to their knees and you loved how willing they were to please you whenever you wanted them to.

jean’s hand trailed up your inner thigh, the movement alone making you jump and chuckle at the tickling sensation. eren looked at you up and down, his eyes fucking you and you could sense the desperation.

your pussy leaking from both of their gazes, your eyes trailed down both of their bodies.

jean’s body was so beautiful, his abs on display and you salivated at the sight of water dripping off his body, his chest was so big and it made you wanna bite them — down to his dick which stood proudly in his swim trunks, jean’s dick was fucking gorgeous. maybe it wasn’t as thick as eren’s but his dick was long and it made your insides dance happily.

you quickly moved over to eren, his body just as beautiful and addicting, she thought about the countless times you found your hands squeezing at his chest while jean fucked you so good that you saw stars. they could be competitive sometimes but you loved how well they could please you.

you snapped out of your thoughts when you felt a finger curling in your cunt slowly. you looked up and saw jean smirking at you while moving his finger slowly, thumb circling your clit and making you moan.

eren moved into action, his mouth latching onto your nipple as if he was a breastfeeding baby and sucking. his tongue swirled around your nipple slowly — your breath getting heavier with all the attention you were getting.

how’d you get so lucky? two of the finest boys wanted your attention and only your attention.

your fingers quickly tangled in eren’s hair and your other bringing jean into a kiss, lips smacking and your tongues tangled with each other making you moan softly into the kiss. something about the two boys just being obsessed with you made you even wetter than you already were, it should’ve been illegal.

“mm please, baby?” you broke away from the kiss to whine.

eren pulled off your nipple and inserted a finger right beside jean’s, “please what, mama?”

you shuddered as his finger entered you, double the stimulation. their fingers moved in sync and it felt amazing, you couldn’t describe the sensation but it was just right and i didn’t want to lose it.

they both watched as your chest moved up and down before looking at each other with a smirk, seemingly communicating with each other before you felt more fingers inside your cunt. you moaned loudly and your sopping cunt clenched around their fingers.

“fuck, eren, jean, oh my god.” you moaned loudly, your eyes shutting on their own accord. their fingers curled in the right place and it was almost enough to drive you over the edge and make you see stars and not the ones in the sky.

jean leaned down to suck a mark on your inner thigh while eren, fucking eren, sucked your clit in his mouth and your hand flew to his hair and gripped tightly.

jean leaned over to whisper something in eren’s ear before starting to suck at his neck while still fingering you. usually, they weren’t affectionate with each other during this time but jean seemed greedy, wanting to please you and him at the same time.

maybe it wasn’t a competition anymore, maybe it was a pleasure fest and you all wanted to please each other. your eyes locked with theirs and you started to shake, it was so fucking good to see jean sucking on eren’s neck while eren sucked on your clit.

“i’m gonna cum, keep going, please,” you whimpered, legs shaking and trembling in their hold.

eren removed his fingers but kept his mouth in your clit and jean’s fingers moved faster but not before he added a third finger. your moans getting louder as the stimulation starts to get to you and your breath gets heavier and heavier.

then, like a balloon popping, the pleasure snapped and you came on eren’s tongue and jean’s fingers. you gasped and shook from the intensity of the earth-shattering orgasm you just had.

jean thrust his fingers inside you one more time before pulling them out and bringing them to his lips and tasting your cum and juices. eren pulled off your clit and watched as he licked it all off before grabbing his wrist and licking his fingers and groaning at the taste.

your eyes rolled back and a high-pitched moan escaped your lips, everything was always a competition so to see them working together and being nasty together was so fucking mind-blowing.

the image of them licking your juices off jean’s fingers would be engraved in your mind forever and ever.

eren pulled jean closer and whispered something in his ear and you saw the mischievous smirk from jean. “hey, pretty girl, whaddya say we take this to our room and we can have more fun, yeah?” jean asked.

you had no idea what they had planned but you knew that was gonna be good.

~~~~

once you got to the room, everything went south really quickly. they manhandle you into their favorite position; ass up, face down. in that gorgeous arch that was only reserved for them, jean leaned down to whisper in your ear and eren positioned himself right in front of you on the bed, his dick free from his trunks and the beautiful red tip, leaking precum and right in front of your face.

“you’re gonna suck his dick while i eat you out, sound okay with you?” he said, a smirk evident in his voice.

you could only nod your head in response. you watched eren’s hand wrap around his dick and start to move it up and down, throwing his head back — his hair, which was out of his usual bun, surrounded his face and you smirked as he locked eyes with you and brought his dick to your lips.

you immediately latched onto his tip and licked his slit before bobbing your head slowly, teasing him slightly. you loved how vocal he was in bed, it made more slick run down your thighs.

jean stood behind you and watched as eren’s dick slid into your mouth so easily. his hands landed on your plump ass and gripped tightly before landing a slap on your right cheek, making you moan around eren’s dick which caused him to groan from the vibration.

one thing about jean, he loved to tease. you admit sometimes he can be impatient and just dive in but when he was feeling it, he would tease you. tonight was gonna be one of those nights.

as eren’s dick slid down your throat, you felt jean’s breath over your folds making your pussy leak even more. “gosh, baby. you have the prettiest pussy i’ve ever seen. don’t you think so, eren?” jean asked.

“oh yeah, she does— fuck, she like that mama. prettiest cunt i’ve ever seen.” eren responds with a groan.

your hands gripped eren’s thighs and your head kept bobbing, trying to make him cum now. you release him with a loud pop and start to jerk him off, using your spit to make the glide easier.

while you were distracted you felt the warmth of jean’s tongue at your entrance. his hands gripping your ass and moaning into your cunt like he never ate you out before. everything was a competition to the boys but they both ate your pussy like it was their last meal and there was no competition with that. they both agreed once you told them that they both are good at it.

you moaned out and your head dropped on eren’s thigh, trying to compose yourself enough to put your mouth back on him but jean wasn’t holding back and you were becoming dizzy, “fuck, j-jean, feels so good, mmph”

eren chuckled, “ma, c'mon, put my dick back in your mouth.”

you nodded against his thigh and moved to lick his shaft before deep-throating his dick, his hands moving to your head and guiding you. it was all too much at one time and everyone was chasing the feeling of euphoria — jean’s tongue deep inside you, licking against your walls trying to slurp your juices. eren trying to cum in your mouth and fuck your face and you, trying to cum on jean’s face.

“mmm fuck!! mama, you’re doing so good fa me. taking my dick like a fucking champ” eren praised with a moan.

jean’s hand smacked your cheek hard enough to leave a print, he caressed and smacked it again which made you arch further, pushing your cunt into his face even more.

eren’s thighs trembled under your hands and soon enough he was saying your name and cumming down your throat. he pushed your head down even further so you could properly swallow all of his seed. it was never a challenge because you practically swallowed his dick (and cum) every night.

thick cum traveled down your throat and you moaned around his dick that was lodged in your throat. “so good, ma. did you swallow all of it?” he asked when he pulled you off his softening dick. you nodded and stuck your tongue out to show him that you did what he wanted, “such a good girl.”

“only for you ren,” you said with a smile.

“is that so? you gonna be a good girl for jean too?”

you nodded and he kissed you deeply, “good. then sit on his face.”

jean pulled back and laid down on the bed and you moved to put your cunt on his face. his eyes closed instantly at the taste of you back on his tongue and eren watched your fingers card through jean’s hair as you subtly start to move your hips, riding his face.

“jean, baby, your tongue is so good.” you praised.

eren sat behind you and sucked a mark right under your jaw, his hands teasing your nipples and making them harden. you pushed your tits into his hold as your hips continued to grind on jean’s face.

his tongue flicking your clit and sucking, he was so sloppy when he ate your pussy — making the loudest noises and moaning loudly into your cunt. your hand gripped his hair and you pushed him into your cunt, it was clenching around his tongue, hoping to keep it inside you forever.

jean loved having your thick thighs around his head, he loved gripping them, smacking them, rubbing them, everything he could think of.

your head landed on eren’s shoulder as you felt another impending orgasm approaching. jean made your stomach cave in like a fucking capri-sun with the way he devoured your pussy, “jean, jean, jean…”

eren pulling you into a kiss, his tongue brushing against yours. his hand traveled to your throat and held it there, almost gripping it slightly, your hand landing on top of his and nodding softly — he squeezed and that was all it took for you to cum on jean’s face.

you broke the kiss and whined loudly, “ahh! oh, fuck!!!”

you landed back on eren’s chest and tried to catch your breath and you thought it was over.

jean pulled off your clit after one last suck, caressing your thigh softly, “you good, baby?”

“yeah, yeah, i’m good.”

jean chuckled and looked you in the eyes before saying, “that’s great 'cause we’re not done yet.”

fuck, they were just getting started.

~~~~

jean was under you again while eren was behind you, this was something you guys had never tried before but you wanted to try it so desperately. y’all had talked about this in full, heavy detail before deciding that you were gonna engage in it.

“you sure you can take both of us, baby?” jean asked, concern evident in his tone.

eren was the same way, “yeah, are you sure? this is a lot and we’re both, y’know?”

you nodded with a smile, “yeah. i know, just, go slow.”

they both nodded. jean went first, his tip leaking precum and looking red from not cumming yet, his hand wrapped around his dick, and using his precum he lubricated himself before sliding in slowly.

you softly gasped as he groaned from sliding into you. he always felt so good inside you and you couldn’t help but clench around him tightly, “i’m gonna move and then, eren’s gonna go.”

you nodded in response, too aroused to say anything. your hands gripped jean’s chest and then he thrust up into you, his dick automatically reaching new heights. your eyes rolled and your mouth dropped open with a broken moan, his hands on your hips as he started to fuck you slowly.

eren stood behind you and watched his dick slide in and out of you, seeing it glisten with your slick and cum. the sight was fucking mesmerizing.

he saw jean nod his head as he came to stop and then eren moved to put his dick right beside jean. your head dropped to the crook of jean’s neck as both of the dicks settled inside you.

eren had to will himself not to cum so quickly and jean had the same thought, feeling the heavy weight of eren’s dick next to his was almost too much, nobody moved for a second — just relishing in the feel of everything.

you were shaking, too scared to move but also ready for them to move inside in sync. you moved your head from his neck and you had tears in your eyes jean’s hand rubbed down your back in a comforting motion and eren spoke to check on you, “mama, you okay?”

“yeah, just so full,” you responded with a whimper.

your small smile towards them was enough for them to realize that you were okay.

jean and eren locked eyes and nodded again, “okay, pretty girl. we’re gonna move now, you ready?”

“mhm, fuck yeah,” you said.

and when they moved, they fucking moved. jean was thrusting up into you and then went down, and eren moved forward. the stimulation and the combined pleasure of the two dick inside made you cum instantly.

“MMPH!! holy shit!!” your vision blacked out as you came on both of them.

“ma, your pussy feels so good around the both of us. doesn’t it, jean? tell our good little slut how good she feels,” he said through his groans of pleasure, almost cumming too soon but wanting to stay in the daze of pleasure for another moment.

jean was fucking spiraling, “baby, you were made to take both of our dicks inside this pretty cunt. fucking made for it—SHIT!”

they moved slightly faster and you were limp, drooling on jean’s chest and letting out small “uhs”. you felt them teasing your cervix every time one of them pulled back before slamming back inside you.

eren gripped your hips tightly, sweat dripping from his chest and moaning loudly. jean was in no better shape, his bangs sticking to his forehead and his thighs shaking from thrusting into you.

you couldn’t even think, your hands gripping the hair on jean and trying to move but you couldn’t even think to fuck yourself back on their dicks. “jean, eren, oh my fucking— i’m gonna cum again, FUCK!”

“you gonna cum again? that’s four times tonight.” eren smirked at you and jean leaned up to capture your lips in a kiss.

you and jean came simultaneously, both screaming and shaking from the power behind it and eren kept thrusting inside you, his balls smacking against your ass as he chased his orgasm.

his hips stuttered and you felt his cum fill you up just like jean’s did. “f-fuck…”

after a moment they both pulled out and you laid there cum leaking out of you and exhausted from the night.

eren went to grab a rag and cleaned you up while you lay limp, jean caressed your cheek and spoke softly in your ear, making sure you were okay and seeing if you needed anything.

eren laid right beside you and wrapped his arm around you, “i guess now, the question is…who fucked you better? me or horse-face?”

“fuck you! we were both inside her you fucking piece of shit!” jean yelled, feeding into eren’s bullshit.

of course, right after, arguably, the best sex of your lives they had to fucking argue. you were so sick of their shit.

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ఌ 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐘

꧁ 𝙊𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ꧂

Teaser ➤ first day at work and first sight of a glorious ass

Word count › 1.9k

Rating › NSFT (kinda)

Warnings › blackmail

Kinks › none

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Yoshida Keita was excited. He finally got a better paying job than his previous one. Keita sat down at his desk, ignoring the whispers he heard from his coworkers.

He was handsome, or so he was told. It wasn’t even just his mother saying it to be nice. He remembered back in high school having so many letters asking him to meet them on the rooftop for a confession.

But they were never someone he wanted. He hated to admit it but he always liked his partner to be at least five years older than him. Was this a kink?

Possibly. But he didn’t dwell on it. What mattered most was that he was single and miserable.

A glum frown was on his face as he went straight into work, going over anything he didn’t do yesterday. At least he now had spending money for gay porn mags.

A squeal left one of the women’s lips right next to him as he turned over to glare at her. Only for him to feel his jaw drop.

The most beautiful man he has ever seen. He was a bit short, with a few gray hairs. Nice circular glasses that didn’t make him look nerdy. Slicked back hair with cat like eyes that unintentionally looked sexy from any angle.

And his body!! He was slim and a bit small. No way did he go to the gym. But he had an ass. An ass that somehow stuck out from his work pants.

Keita had never seen a man with an ass that fat. He must’ve been blessed by the gods. The mysterious man bowed to whoever he was talking to and walked over to the desk that was farther away from the others.

He was a boss. Most definitely. The man placed down his bag on the desk and glanced at everyone looking at him, a nervous smile on his lips. Keita loved the wrinkles on his face.

On god, getting this job was the best thing to ever happen to him!

“Morning, everyone. I’m Furukawa (Name). You may call me Furukawa instead of Buchou. Let’s have a good work day, Hm?” He said, his voice was the perfect mixture of feminine and masculine.

A few of the women sighed in glee before quickly nodded. The men simply rolled their eyes. Keita wanted to touch Furukara’s ass so badly but decided he needed to keep his job.

He quickly got back into his work, sometimes stealing glances towards the masculine feminine beauty that his boss was.

How could a man be so masculine and feminine with ease???

He was everything Keita wanted but of course he had to be his fucking boss! Nothing goes right for him.

“Yoshida-San.”

Keita hummed, turning his attention to one the workers he got close with, Kobayashi Momo.

“Are you busy tonight?”

Was she asking him out?!

Kobayashi smiled shyly, waiting for him to answer.

Keita panicked. “I love men!” He yelled, gaining everyone’s attention. He felt himself turn pale, realizing he just said it out loud. Oh he was so fucking stupid.

Kobayashi quickly turned the attention over to herself, “me too!! Beautiful bodies!! Right?? Just like women! The human body is so beautiful!!! Let’s go get coffee!! Nakamura-San, do you want coffee!? Actually, does everyone want coffee?!?”

She stood up, her short bob bouncing with her. Kobayashi grabbed Keita’s arm and pulled him to stand up with surprised strength for a 5’4 woman to his 5’11 stature. She looked around for anyone to say yes.

Nakamura, the woman who sat beside them simply said yes. A few others agreed. Kobayashi looked over to Furukawa, who looked on the verge of laughing. His lips were pursed as his eyes crinkled, before he nodded out a yes.

Kobayashi mentally counted on who said yes and quickly dragged Keita to the kitchen that was thankfully a few steps away with a door to close behind themselves.

“Yoshida-San! You have to be careful!” Kobayashi shook her head, getting the coffees ready.

Keita was honestly shocked. “You don’t care…?”

“Why would I? What you do in your bedroom is none of my concern.” She said matter-of-factly, getting a cart ready to carry the drinks back.

Keita simply hummed. Honestly, he wasn’t expecting her to be so nice. His mother kept telling him to be careful who he told and that the wrong person could ruin his entire life.

And yet, this lady was so nice.

“Oh but, why did you ask if I’m free tonight?”

“Ah, a few people want to treat Furukawa-San to a couple of beers! Y’know, since it’s his first week here.” Kobayashi said, grabbing a couple of snacks to bring as well.

Keita hummed. “Is he new?”

“Yes, he transferred from another department. He’s a handsome man, right? I was shocked that he was almost forty.”

��Forty?!”

“Shush! He might hear!”

Keita nodded, covering his mouth as she finished up the coffees.

“So, are you free for tonight then?”

“Ah, yes. I’ll come.” Keita said.

“Let’s go back now.” Kobayashi said, letting Keita push the cart. Just as she was about to open the door, she stopped for a moment. “Yoshida-San,”

“Eh?”

“Try to mask your looks better. You were looking at Furukawa-San as if he was a piece of meat.”

Keita wanted to huddle into a ball and cry in the corner.

シ

“Furukawa-San! Are you okay with a couple of beers tonight? It’s Saturday tomorrow!” One coworker said as they all began to pack up for the night.

Furukawa looked a bit hesitant but smiled, “ah, just this once,” he began to pack up as well.

Kobayashi smirked at Keita, a wink thrown his way. Keita could feel himself blush. He honestly felt like a high school student again who wanted to confess to their senpai.

The restaurant they were at was thankfully mostly empty. Keita was mainly silent the entire time. Everyone paid most attention to Furukawa, asking him what he did before or if he was married.

Keita was lucky enough to be sitting across from Furukawa at the table. He rested his chin in his hand as he simply watched as Furukawa dodged any question that he deemed too personal.

Much to Keita’s stupidity, he didn’t notice how Furukawa got more flustered whenever he could feel Keita’s eyes on him.

Kobayashi simply sighed to herself. A bunch of stupid gays.

It was getting close to midnight when Furukawa was most obviously wasted. A giggle left his lips, earning a squeal from a few of the women.

“Ok! Everyone is ready to go? What train are you guys taking?” Kobayashi asked.

The others began to make plans with who they’ll walk with if they were taking the same train. And in some weird sense of twisted fate, Keita and Kobayashi was taking the same train as Furukawa.

“Ah, then you guys can get him home safe?” Nakamura said, quickly getting up.

Keita was ready to refuse but Kobayashi answered for him. “Yes! Let’s go before the last train is gone!”

Kobayashi and Keita had to basically drag Furukawa to the train station. Furukawa was a giggling mess, talking about how they should use his first name.

Kobayashi began to do so just to humor him. “(Name)-San, will you be okay with Keita-Kun taking you home?”

“Eh?”

“Keita?” Oh god his name sounded good from his mouth. “Hm, Keita, take me home, Hm?” (Name) giggled, leaning more of his weight on Keita.

(Name) had to be around 5’7. His head met Keita’s lips directly. Oh, a perfect height for forehead kisses!!

He pushed the thought away. “You say hm a lot, Furukawa-San.”

“Yah!! I said call me (Name)!! (Name)!!” He whined, earning attention from a few people on the train station as they waited for the last train.

“We should all use first names! We got so close so quickly, right, Keita-Kun?” Momo grinned.

“Eh, yes…” Keita didn’t really believe that but if this was how he would finally make meaningful friends so be it.

“Alright, you can take him home then!” Momo said, letting go of (Name). Keita quickly held up (Name) staring at her in shock.

“Oi! You said you take this train!!”

“I do but I’m going to stay at a friend’s tonight. You enjoy (Name)-San! Use protection~!” She giggled, skipping away.

Keita wasn’t sure if he was happy or scared. Okay yeah he wanted (Name) but if he was supposed to just have to confidence for it Momo was certainly mistaken.

He was just going to get (Name) home and then go masturbate in his own home!

シ

Keita grunted as he plopped (Name) down on his bed, feeling himself tire out. He may have worked out but carrying a grown man around Shibuya was something he never wanted to do again.

(Name) was fast asleep, cuddling his pillow. His small home was pretty nice but it was just a spacious studio type. The living room, bedroom, and kitchen was basically the same room. Only a small bookcase acted as a separation of the rooms.

The living room was certainly bigger than Keita’s entire apartment though. He sighed to himself and decided to just sit down on the couch for a second before going home.

His own apartment complex was only thirty minutes away.

He moved a bit on the couch before hearing a crunching sound. Keita moved and saw what he was sitting on.

A porn mag.

And not just any porn mag. A gay porn mag.

He had a chance!!!

Keita got off the couch and pulled up the cushion, finding a mini collection of them. Who hides them underneath a couch? Surely there was other places?

There were also a few mangas in there. A few even that alpha and omega thing Keita heard about from online forums. Some manga had obvious bdsm influence.

Was Furukawa (Name) freaky..?

Hopefully!

Keita took one porn manga, the one that he knew (Name) would be the most embarrassed by. A manga about alpha and omega with animal ears.

He placed the cushion back and glanced over to make sure (Name) was still asleep. Keita decided to just check underneath the couch if there was anything else and he was right to check.

Keita pulled out a box and was shocked to find it was still open. In it was cross dressing material and handcuffs….

And a ball gag?!

Keita smirked. Oh he found the jack pot. He closed the box and decided he’ll take it with him.

A normal person wouldn’t take it and would’ve tried to forget all about it but Keita wasn’t normal. He wanted (Name) and if he had to do a few dirty tricks than so be it.

And with that, he went home.

シ

“Night!”

Almost everyone was gone after a long week of heavy duty work. Only Keita and (Name) were left. (Name) hadn’t mentioned anything about his informal speaking that last Friday and seemed to not even remember it.

“Good night, Yoshida-San. Don’t stay too late,” (Name) smiled, reaching over to grab his coat from the closet. Once he closed the door he flinched when Keita slammed his hand on it, effectively caging him.

“(Name).”

(Name) blinked, slowly turning around to stare at him in shock. Informal speech?! To a man that was his boss no less? He pursed his lips to reprimand Keita until his eyes widened in shock.

“Remember this?” Keita asked, holding a ball gag in front of him.

His ball gag.

“Where…”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m sure if anyone else saw this… saw that their sweet boss was a freak in private would surely be scandal, Hm?” Keita mocked, enjoying the scared look on (Name)’s face.

“What do you want?”

Keita smiled and reached over to push the gag into (Name)’s silent opened mouth, enjoying how easily he took it without fighting back.

“You.”

╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

╰┈─➤ ＥＮＤ

Keita debut!! I’m delving into the more insane love interests… building up to my yandere character debut in the future!!!

If you got any ideas or anything you want to see for Keita, don’t be shy to request!

Tag: @the-ultimate-librarian I’m tagging you because you’re basically Keita’s number 1 fan lol

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thoughtsforsoob · 16 days

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Txt as your little brother?

a/n: hello! i do not have any little siblings (let alone any siblings) so this may not be 100% accurate. I do know a lot of people with siblings though and i've had a lot of cousins my whole life :) hopefully this will be enjoyable :D please feel free to request anytime! inbox is always open for requests and ideas!

tags: f!reader

yeonjun

he admires his older sister and want's to be just like her, even well into his teen years

he has his little group of friends that he's had since pre-school and once they all get older, some of them start to hit on his sister and he tf flips out!

"hey! no one talks to my sister! just imagaine it as dating me...the same DNA!"

they all gag and despite the gross image, they do not stop hitting on you until they have all found relationships

he is used to you driving him around but as soon as he gets his license, he takes you everywhere!

he even lies for you when your parents ask where you are.

he'll open the door for you at night and even better, he will go pick you up from whever you went that night.

goes all out on chrismas and birthday gifts because his sister is amazing and deserves the best

soobin

sweetest older brother in the whole world

he is always watching over you to make sure you are okay but he knows when to bud out of something

he is the type of brother that would drive you around and if you insist on driving, he is holding on for dear life to persude you to let him take over the wheel

he always seems to come home with something for you. food, clothes, skin care, candy...

he buys you a lot of your skin care and he always takes you shopping! what a great brother

he is also always down for a late night skin care sesh where you both gossip about drama at school and work and eat a ton of junk food

omg he is type to take care of you when you're sick too

he's your older brother so no matter how old you are or where you are, he is always going to take care of his baby sister.

beomgyu

he is the brother that comes into your rooms, throws something at you, turns off the light and leaves...without closing the door

so so annoying

his main goal in life is to torment you! he does not take this job lightly at all

he is very fun to go places with

when you both were younger, you'd play hide and seek in the store and if you both got caught, you'd both giggle while your mom scolds you.

you two would also hide in the middle of the circular clothing racks and jump out to scare each other and your mom

needless to say, you both are always in trouble but it's okay because you keep each other company when you're grounded

you both were the type to make up songs, games, or performances as kids

you both also get into lots of trouble at school together

as adults, he becomes your partner in crime and you go out everywhere together

taehyun

taehyun is the type of sibling to pretend he does not care about you. like, "oh my sister? idk i don't care what she's doing."

news flash, he does care

he shoes he cares in the most lowkey ways ever

if he knows your mom isn't going to make dinner because she's going out with dad, he will take you out to get food or he will make you whatever you want to eat.

he's also really comforting, which is suprising to those who do not know him much

when your first s/o breaks up with you...all hell breaks loose

he barges into your room with sweets you like he lets you tell him everything...

god forbid you tell him who this person is...he will ask around with your friends until he finds out where they live and he will eggs their house or some shit

he also let's you have full access to his clothes since he knows you like his clothes

he does get annoyed when suddenly all of his t-shirts are missing but he could never stay mad at you

huening kai

being a group of 4 siblings was quite chaotic but you and kai seemed the have a different connect bc .... ya'll were twins

you both grew up wearing matching clothes, practicing the same instrument, and singing.

of course, you and your sisters connected well but you and kai, again, had a little bit of a deeper connection

he comes straight to your room after school and starts to spill all of the gossip about what happened to his friends and him that day

he is the type of brother is also be very caring of not just you, but all three of his beautiful sisters!

buys expensive birthday gifts once he get's his first job and he loves when you three use your gifts

when it comes to dating, he is opposite of yeonjun in the sense that he would rather you date one of his friends

he knows them well and he knows that they are less likely to hurt you

(heheh he loves seeing you and his best friend soobin as a couple. he def gives the "if you hurt her, ill castrate you" talk).

#txt imagines #txt #txt post #txt fic #txt fluff #txt headcanons #txt reactions #tubatu #tomorrow x together #yeonjun x reader #soobin x reader #beomgyu x reader #taehyun x reader #huening kai x reader

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kuoddo · 2 months

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With the resurface of hfjONE stuff popping up because of the miniseries, I remembered that one unfinished AU I made up in 2022, but never really shown off to the public, about the characters in each three batches being respectively swapped (e.g. orig. Batch Two characters had the lives of Batch One characters, orig. Batch Three characters had the lives of Batch Two characters, etc).

I really liked the concept and how I drew some of the character designs, and if given the chance I would like to get back into the AU and expand it more! I just need to figure out concepting Batch Three </3.

Character close ups and AU notes/ideas below.

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AU character notes/ideas (iirc from my memory):

Airy's role is the exact same as the original series.

Whippy Creamy and Subway Seat are the protagonists of this AU, following Liam's and Bryce's roles respectively.

Airline Food is a very young cautious child from Italy with limited English knowledge. He always has his fish plushie on him, and feels safest around Tray.

Tray is a psychologist specialized in helping children. During her time on The Plane, she priorities in looking after Airline Food. Because of her job role, other members from Batch One seek her out to talk about their problems. In terms of character role and plot, she's similar to Amelia.

Contact Lens, similar to Taylor, is eager to participate in the challenges unlike other Batch One members. He worked as a businessman and hated it.

Bassy is a high-school student. Not much to say about her yet, but her real name were taken from the human character.

Dusty (based on Atom) is the smallest character out of the cast (not including Batch Three?), though not much smaller than Airline Food.

Texty is an old laptop who has only one arm. She uses that arm to type on her keyboard.

Folder is an empty folder, not much to say about him.

Abstracty is an abstract painting portrait who was held in a museum.

Stone is a stone... with a mouth!

"Circle" is a white circular checker piece, and is very much disappointed on Airy's name choice.

This list wasn't supposed to be this big ummm.

If you guys like you can suggest some ideas for the Batch Three characters ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

#I've been thinking maybe the au could be called “hfjTWO”?#onehfj #hfjone #onehfj au #hfjone au #hfjone fanart #object shows #alternate universe #kuoddo_art

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remikuii · 5 months

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are you leaving me too?

( ᪥ ) : oh hii ! so before reading, let me inform you that this is the second part of the original post. kindly visit the 'summary' post here !

characters : ranpo edogawa and reader (as his foster mother)

synopsis : everything's not fine for ranpo. everywhere he go, he finds his way out immediately. since the death of his parents, he was left alone with no one to rely on. his dad who's known as 'the clairvoyant' told him if anything were to happen, ranpo should go to yokohama and visit the police academy. throughout his journey, he secretly longed for love—an unconditional love of a mother who will give him hugs, praises and snacks to go throughout his lonely world.

warnings : none because ranpo is a baby :3

"Ah...Miss [Last Name], you're better than that..." The Director of the Police Academy softly placed all the documents down the table. He let out a sigh and shook his head.

"I'm not gonna be able to approve of keeping Mr. Edogawa here..."

Inside the envelope is Ranpo's improvement card. Academically, he ranked 1 among all the students registered in Yokohama. There are no subjects marked failed except—the behaviour chart.

"Sir..please, the child got nowhere to stay if you kick him out of here..."

This is the only time that the Director heard your pleads. Ever since you applied for the job, what he admires about you is your cold demeanor. Things that must be done shall be done—that's what he learnt from you. You're not easy to please especially when it comes to students discipline.

"I admire his intelligence, Miss [Last Name]..It's the department's honor to have him here—he raised his name with this academy..."

"But I couldn't bear to see the rest suffer just because of an individual."

The tea he served now become cold, still untouched. With your head hang low, you stood up and gave him a bow.

"I...Understand..I'm sorry for causing you trouble at this hour."

"Ah! [Your Name]-chan!...OW!" You flicked Ranpo's forehead while hiding the pack of candies you bought for him.

"What did I told you about formalities when we're still inside the academy's premises?" Ranpo pouted and shook his head.

"It's still the same! You're Miss [Last Name] here and you are [Your Name]-chan outside! Is that two different person?" Ranpo received another flick on his forehead.

"No red bean porridge with a sweet mochi and pack of candies today, only water!"

It's quite a sight to see him throw his tantrum shamelessly everytime you give him that threat, yet you're caught off-guard, he only responded with silence.

"Ranpo...? Are you alright?"

You turned around and saw him searching in his pocket. With his usual closed eyes, he brought a silver chain from his pocket with a clear pebble on it. Inside, there is a piece of cherry blossom petal.

"I'm just drinking my favourite drink when I asked someone to remove the pebble inside. About the petal inside, it's too troublesome to tell you the story behind that." Ranpo reached out for you hands with his cheek tinted with crimson red.

"I heard your conversation with the Director..I'm sorry for causing you trouble." His hands connected to yours are trembling. It took you a minute to see the wet circular mark on the floor—he's crying.

You kneeled down to his height, took his hat off and ran your hands to his messy locks. His tears kept on flowing out from his eyes as he get overwhelmed of your actions.

"Ranpo-kun..? You will never cause me trouble, hm? Why would you cause me trouble? Because you ask me to buy you candies? To buy you red porridge? To give you a ride to school?" Ranpo embraced you. His tears staining your uniform but you don't give a damn.

"I...[Your Name]-chan...They...They don't know your anymore because of...me...You changed just to...let me have a place to stay at, to live at.."

You embraced him tighter, tears started to fall down your eyes. Ranpo fear that he causes you trouble. He is scared that maybe because of that, someday, you will get rid of him.

"I never behave, I often speak my thoughts, I often cause trouble, I often cause you trouble...[Your Name]-chan..I-I'm sorry..! Please don't get rid of me..!"

His words brings lots of memories back to you. Everytime his parents will ask to have you at their house, Ranpo is the very first one to welcome you. It's a rare sight for you to see him crying, not for candies but fear. Ranpo is the most intelligent child you witnessed to grow up.

Everytime he did something that he knows you wouldn't like, he will eventually get rid of the evidence (but nonetheless you saw it). Whenever you ask him to confess what he did, he will only pout and shook his head, giving you things such as his favourite candy or favourite toys as an apology.

You looked at the necklace he gave to you, they're newly made. He thought he caused you trouble, so he give you a necklace out of a pebble as an apology—he never changed.

"[Your Name]-chan...? You're gonna get rid of me too, right? Are you leaving me too?" You distanced yourself and grabbed his face.

"You're intelligent enough to see through me, right? Look, look at my face. Tell me if you see any evidence that will prove your question, that I will leave you." You firmly spoke despite the tears flowing on your cheeks.

Ranpo stared. It took him 5 minutes before shaking his head. He threw his arms back to you to embrace you.

"Remember when you're 4? We used to play crime-mine. We must solve a crime and then it will be marked ours if we are able to crack it. I saw your potential and your interest, that's why you're able to solve everything. You got 505 crimes named after you...Your Father bragged about that for weeks..."

"I may not be able to see the future or tell you the future but...Ranpo-kun..When you become a detective, I'll be right beside you. Always."

"Atsushi, I'll take over right here."

Ranpo took a step near the closed door, Atsushi behind him. They're at the Port Mafia's premises. The case of the missing Police Academy Director, [Your Name] is led by no other than Ranpo Edogawa himself.

"But it's too dangerous for you to have it here, Ranpo-san.."

"If [Your Name] didn't hesitate to give up everything to give me a life to live, then I won't too. If she didn't leave me, I won't leave her too—especially when she's in danger."

"After all, she's the love I lost and found."

okay y'all it's here huhu. I'm actually planning to make you cry about the ending but nope, I can't have smol ranpo crying over you.

i suggest you listen to sad kdrama ost or anything that sure will touch your soul, yeah yeah. that's it mwa mwa

#bsd #bsd x reader #bsd ranpo #ranpo fluff #edogawa ranpo x reader #ranpo x you #ranpo x reader #bungou stray dogs ranpo #ranpo edogawa #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou sd #bsd imagines #bsd au #bsd aus

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ellies-coochiesucker · 1 year

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𝗛𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹!𝗘𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗺𝘀

Meeting her

You and Ellie meet through Jesse. You and Jesse dated for about a month three years before. He made you realize you were a lesbian.

He invited you to a study group that included; him, Dina, and Ellie.

In the school library, the four sat around the circular table in the center of the room. Jesse being Jesse fucked around the whole session causing the group to get annoyed stares. Dina decided that they should leave.

When you suggested that you guys just reschedule.

Dina told you and Ellie to stay.

....alone

“No, no. You guys stay I've got to get this idiot out of here.” Dina glanced at you guys, sensing some sort of awkwardness. “If it's okay with you guys.”

“Um, yeah, if it's fine with you.” Ellie shrugged as she stared at you.

“Oh. Yeah I don't have a problem.”

Of course, It was awkward between you guys at first but after a while things went smoother. The studying was soon forgotten about once she let it slip that she likes comic books.

Becoming best friends

After the failed study session, you start to hang out with the group more. Always Jesse doing something stupid and you, Dina, and Ellie talk shit about him. You've finally found your people.

Sneaking out to go on late-night drives and you being the only one who doesn't know how to drive. You will get bullied for it believe me.

“Imagine failing Spanish.”

“Imagine not knowing how to drive.” - Jesse

You were tired of the constant abuse from mostly Jesse, so you asked Ellie to teach you how to drive. She agrees.

“You forgot to put on your seat best.”

“Oh - shit, slow down a little.”

“Fuck you ran a red light... it's okay, you’re okay. Everybody makes mistakes. ”

“Maybe drive the speed limit. No... it's alright just try not to go 25 miles over next time.”

“You can go a little faster.”

“You’re doing great, babe”

Babe was something she called you a lot but only when you were alone, which you guys were a lot as you got more comfortable with each other. Not needing Dina or Jesse to make things less awkward anymore.

Going to the library to read comic books for hours.

Taking unexpected pictures of each other.

Having your first sleepover at her house. Dina being jealous that she didn't get an invite.

Ellie complaining about her job being ass, wishing you were with her.

You getting hired at her job a month and a half later.

You guys making everything a two-person job.

Sending songs that remind you of each other.

your song that reminded you of her

“Why does this song remind you of me?”

“Idk...this song kinda reminds me of hope and then I think about...you...i guess.”

Dating her

Everyone at school already thought you guys were dating, since Ellie isn't nice to anyone. Not even her own friends sometimes.

how she asked you out:

Ellie was a sweaty mess. She was currently in her room, pacing from one side to the other, as Dina and Jesse watched from her bed.

“Oh my god! What if she says no? I'll fucking die of embarrassment .” She tugged the sides of her hair.

“Ellie calm down.” Dina moves from the bed to her friend. She pushes Ellie’s hands away from her hair, fixing the few strands that were out of place. “She’s gonna say yes. She’s basically in love with you. You're gonna be fine.”

“Yeah, you're all she talks about. Seriously I'm sick of it.” Jesse groaned recalling all the times you would bring up Ellie in a conversation. Her doing the same.

This made Ellie feel a little better.

They heard a knock before the door opened revealing yourself. “Hey, guys! I brought cookies for movie night.” You raised the plastic bag in your hands giving Ellie a big grin.

“Actually, I think I'm coming down with something.” She let out a fake cough and grabbed Jesse’s hand. “Jesse is just gonna take me home.”

“But what about movie night? I bought cookies.” You gave a pout, holding up the bag again.

“Next time I promised.” She and Jesse left.

“Well, I guess it's just us.” You smiled at Ellie. “Yeah, just us.” She wiped her sweaty palms on her pants.

“I - um” Ellie cleared her throat. “I got you something.”

Ellie took a deep breath before going behind her bed to fetch the gift. You let out a gasp as you saw the big bucket of lego flowers, a couple definitely from different lego sets. “I made these for you.”

“Ellie they’re beautiful.” You came closer to her picking a few flowers out of the bucket. “How long did this take?” You placed the flowers back, taking the whole pail from the girl. “About 15 hours. It took me all day.” She said like it was no big deal. “What the hell! Are you not exhausted?”

“I am but it was worth it for the girl I like.”

“The girl you like?”

“Yeah.” She fiddled with her fingers, staring at her socks.

“Me?”

“....yeah”

“So is this movie night...like a date?”

“...if you want it to be.”

Since Ellie didn't have a tv in her room, she used her computer. You both snuggled close, Ellie letting you pick the movie.

Pitch Perfect is what you decided on. Ellie complains, not wanting to watch this movie for the hundredth time.

Ellie watched with amazement as you quoted almost every line.

“Ellie watch the movie.”

“Right...Sorry.”

You don't know when you fell asleep but you woke up to multiple text messages and missed calls from your mother.

“OH SHIT, ELLIE.” You screamed gripping your phone to see that it was 2 am. “WHAT!WHAT!” She scrambled from the bed, you doing the same. “I have to get home!” You slipped on your shoes before grabbing your bucket of flowers.

“Okay. I'll take you home.” She attempted to rub the sleepiness from her face. She tripped a bit trying to put on longer pants and put on her shoes.

All of a sudden Ellie’s door blasted open to reveal Joel....with a bat? “Why does he have a bat?”

“I don't know.”

After a little communication, Joel decided to take you home. Ellie road in the back of Joel’s truck not wanting you to be alone. You guys held hands ── just because it was cold of course ── trying to stay awake.

“I'll walk you inside.” Ellie told you as she grabbed the bucket of flowers. “Ok.” You said your goodbyes to Joel and got out of the truck and onto your front porch.

“Thank you for the flowers and the movie night.” You beamed as you stared into her tired eyes. “I had fun.”

“I'm glad.” She eagerly nodded, not knowing what to do next.

There was 30 seconds of awkwardness, neither of them how to take the first move.

“Fuck it.” You mumbled under your breath. You gently placed your hands on Ellie’s cold face but was quickly heating up from her blushing. You both closed your eyes and leaned in until your lips are locked. Ellie’s grip on the bucket loosens almost causing her to drop it as the kiss quickens in pace.

The two were startled and pulled away from each other by Joel honking his horn. Ellie turned to the truck to give Joel a fast glare before turning back around to you.

“I gotta go sorry.” She gave an apologetic gaze. She handed you the bucket.

“It's okay. I'll see you tomorrow.” You kissed her on the cheek. “Good Night.”

“Good night.” She hesitantly walked back to Joel’s truck.

Two weeks later she asked you to be her girlfriend.

you guys as girlfriends

Her always bringing you snacks for lunch because you refuse to eat that despicable school lunch.

“You got her those dry-ass sugar cookies.” Jesse groaned watching you eat your cookies. Ellie, who had her arm wrapped around your shoulder, rolled her eyes at his statement. She also hated the dry cookie with, in her opinion, too much frosting. But her girlfriend loves them so, of course, she’ll get them for you. “Shut the fuck up. You're just jealous that you have to eat the gross school food.”

You and Ellie have one class together. The entire period consists of you not doing your assignment, but instead watching trashy reality tv shows, and Ellie having to keep you on track, failing most of the time.

Sometimes she just ends up taking your test for you. The teacher never walks around during testing so who cares?

You have to force Ellie to eat. Before you guys meet she would forget to eat all day and wonder why she felt so bad the next day.

“El, do you wanna get some food?”

“No thanks, I just eat.”

“What’d you eat?”

“A bagel.”

“Ellie that was this morning. And we shared half of it.”

“Oh.”

a little argument you guys got into:

“El, my love, do you wanna go get ice cream?”

“I'm not really in the mood for it but I can still take you, babe.”

“I don't want ice cream if you're not gonna get ice. I’d feel bad.”

“Don’t feel bad I just don’t want any. I can still get you some.”

“No, I don't want ice cream anymore.”

“Babe let's not do this. I'll just have some of your ice cream.”

“No, I want my own ice cream.”

“I thought you didn't want ice cream.”

“Not if you don't want any.”

“Oh, my god.”

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soobpricity · 6 months

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this love - kang taehyun

letter 2 ; in which , you become my hydrangea love 💗

synopsis: what happens when soccer player!kang taehyun, who isn’t focused on school but is smart enough to pass, sees yn walk in the hallways nearly everyday after homecoming. taehyun’s new hallway crush begins to grow into something bigger, but what happens when he has to make a choice between yn or continuing to fail school ? will taehyun be able to focus on sports, classes, and trying to win yn over ?

taehyun’s coach, coach lee, led him to the school’s library. no sight of a single person due to the late hours. the sun was still up, rays of sunlight entering the library through the large glass windows. taehyun’s feet led him directly behind coach lee, who guided him towards a table. taehyun’s eyes wandered throughout the room, taking in each and every little detail. he focused back in on what was right in front of him. a wooden circular table with a single student sitting down, which seemed to be the only person there aside from him and his coach.

he had been so excited to go home, tuesday afternoons were the perfect time to go home and play games with his friends. typically his friends and himself would go to gaming cafes and spend sometime to relax after worrying so much about soccer practices and a few future games that they had coming up in the upcoming season. instead here he was spending the afternoon with his coach and his new tutor in the library which was practically a new place to him. after all the years he had spent in the same school, he had never really gone into the library. it wasn’t exactly what he had expected, he thought it was going to have a more older kick to it, but it was quite a cozy place.

“taehyun, this is yn.. lin yn. yn, this is kang taehyun, he is the soccer team’s center back and captain.. although if he fails to improve his grades then i’m afraid that his role will go to yeonjun, which i, myself, don’t wish to do, simply because he’s a good captain. but i hope he will improve and i don’t think i’ll have to worry much if he’s receiving your aid.” coach lee smiled, attempting to not put too much pressure on the two of you. however, his words worked in a completely opposite manner. a small huff leaving taehyun’s mouth. the news of him being removed as the captain of the soccer team was completely unexpected to him, it wasn’t until right now that taehyun had found out that possible punishment.

“right, i’ll try my best to take care of him. i wouldn’t want him to get in trouble.” you smiled, putting on the nicest tone you could. you truly had no desire to continue your tutoring ‘job’, but whenever coach lee had approached you earlier and told you about the things that would happen if he wasn’t able to get his grade up, then it really guilted you into taking the time to tutor him.

“thank you, i should leave the two of you alone, enjoy your ‘get to know each other’ session.. oh- and i can see if you leave early taehyun.” his coach yelled out as he left the library. taehyun turned over, fully taking in the student that sat still, waiting for him to take a seat. although, he also took in the recognizable face that he had been spotting in the halls nearly every day since homecoming.

he noticed as the golden rays that the sun released were reflecting beautifully off of your glowy skin. a notebook occupying the spot in front of you, atop of the table. taehyun felt himself beginning to blush as he realized that he had just been standing there.. staring right at you for the past few minutes. he finally took a seat across from you, placing his book bag on the floor.

“..hey.” taehyun wasn’t a person to typically be nervous, but he couldn’t help himself, he couldn’t help the way that his heart was beginning to beat like crazy.

“hi, umm- do you mind sharing your phone number with me ? i think it’s better to have each other’s contact information so we can schedule sessions.” you mumbled, your shyness beginning to get to you. it was easier to communicate with an extrovert, but currently taehyun seemed to be playing a more introverted way of communicating.

taehyun nodded, looking for a pencil in his bag and a piece of paper. “oh- i have a pencil.. and a sticky note.” you spoke up, handing over your pink and rather cutesy mechanical pencil over to taehyun along with the pink stack of sticky notes. he wrote down his number unsticking the piece of paper and sliding the stack and paper over towards you. as you grabbed the stack of paper, gliding your hand across the paper and gently handling it over towards taehyun.

and taehyun couldn’t help but realize, that you, the school’s sweetheart.. has him, the school’s most best athlete, completely wrapped around your finger. and yet, you didn’t even know it.. how could you. if he hasn’t even admitted the fact that he likes you to himself. he can’t even be 100% sure of his feelings for you. but you sure did make his heart go crazy, make his cheeks heat up just by keeping eye contact with him. he was so unprepared, he didn’t think his tutor was going to be the person who he had only showed interest in for nearly the past month or two.

you on the other hand, had barely noticed the boy, other than the times that you had gone out to see a game. to be fair, you were quite familiar with the school’s soccer team.

“is everything okay ?” you questioned, breaking the inevitable silence that rested in the air. taehyun nodded, completely turning his attention towards you. his head tilted as he attempted his best to pay attention towards you, but to be honest, your words were going in one ear and out the other. “did you even catch anything that i said ?”

“hmm ..? of course.. i did..”

“can you repeat them to me ?” you challenged, you had gone through this multiple times, after all it wasn’t your first time tutoring someone who didn’t even pay attention during your first meeting which you considered to be the most important meeting, after all first impressions are quite important.

“umm-“ taehyun paused.. what did you say ? he didn’t expect for you to be the kind of person to put him on the spot. especially since you had been so kind to him.. until now. but it wasn’t your fault and he knew that, it was his. he wasn’t paying attention and he was facing the repercussions for not doing so.

“it’s fine… just be sure to get here on time every time we meet up, which is every tuesday and thursday.. oh- and what exactly do you need help with ? i like to go through any material myself before tutoring so i can grasp the details and concept..”

“i’m.. not sure what i need help with.. everything is kind of easy.. but i’m kind of just behind on a lot of work..” taehyun confessed, feeling a bit embarrassed to confess that he doesn’t do anything during his classes. he wasn’t usually embarrassed about it, in fact he typically joked about it with his friends, but it was you.. and he had been crushing on you for the past few months.

“then, instead of tutoring, why not do a study session. i do my work, you do your work.. and if you need to.. you can ask me questions. doesn’t that seem fair ?” you asked him, tilting your head. a soft smile resting on your face. taehyun nodded. his heart quickened, your gentle smile softening up his heart. he never thought he would’ve been in this kind of situation, the kind of situation where he felt like he was head over heels for someone else.

taehyun had dated throughout his high school career, but never had he ever felt so strong emotions towards someone. and you weren’t just anyone, but before this meeting, he hadn’t even talked to you and he already felt so much adoration for you. he didn’t really accept his feelings or acknowledge them, mainly because he was worried that it was weird. he felt weird that he had such a crush on someone who he hadn’t even known, for all he knew, you could’ve been someone rude and he was already liking you so much.

“that seems good to me…” he agreed, hand fiddling with his other. his focus on you, ignoring any thoughts that he was having, mainly because he already felt like he deserved a scolding for not listening to you earlier, so now he had to be better than he was earlier.

“oh.. and is there anything else that you want me to know ?” taehyun rested his head on his hand, listening to your question. slowly beginning to grow his confidence back.. how ? well, he just knew he had to take advantage of the situation he was in. when would he ever coincidentally have a tutor that just so happens to be his hallway crush.

“what’s your favorite kind of flower ?” he asks, sending a rather smug smile at you. he loved catching your rather taken aback reaction. sure he may not have been doing any of his work in his classes, and he decided to take a bit of nap during those classes, but ! he was a curious person, and to say the least, he had quite the knowledge of flowers.

“… hydrangeas.. pink hydrangeas.. why do you ask ?” you look at him, giving him a look full of curiosity. brows furrowed, eyes filled with curiosity as your mind wondered.

“nothing, i’d just like to know what kind of flowers to put in the bouquet that i’ll be giving you.” he smirked.

“taehyun, that’s not really necessary.. you don’t have to give me anything..i’m just your tutor.. i don’t need a bouquet.”

“and why not ? it’s completely appropriate and necessary, you and i are both students who will be spending quite some time together. plus, just because nobody else you’ve tutored has given you a bouquet, doesn’t mean that i can’t.” he responded, standing up from his chair, pushing it in as he stands right next to it. you simply watch as he packs up his things, hanging his bag on his shoulder.

“what about you ?”

“me ? i like gloxinias.” he smirked, taking one last look at you before making his way out of the library, “see ya’ on thursday, get home safely.”

you watched his figure as he made his way out of the school, completely in shock. you felt as though taehyun was communicating with you in floral language. shocked that he was so behind on work but had managed to memorize the meanings of flowers.. maybe he was communicating in floral language..

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this love taglist : @run2seob @soobadooba @soobnuuy @pockychuwu @crazynyctophilia @rencarnationofangel @esther-kpopstan @mrsyawnzzn @matcha-binz @michinri @hanstarrs @ariam-96

an: hehehe tyun was 100% responding to yn in floral language 🤭🤭 kind of want to incorporate a ton of flowers in this smau, and i know that you guys might not feel like looking all of that up, soooo i will leave a chart anytime i mention a flower.

gloxinias : love at first sight ; proud spirit.

pink hydrangeas : love and sincere emotions.

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i have a request for nikolaiiiii!!!

"i don't believe in never" "i don't believe in always" "well opposites attract" "never" "always"

Opposites Attract : Nikolai Lantsov x Reader

Note: moodboard was created prior to SAB season 2 hence why it is not Paddy

Description: 8.7k wc, Nikolai and Y/n are very different but when life brings them together, Nikolai begins believing the cliche of 'opposites attract' but will it be enough to come true? enemies-to-lovers type trope, friends-to-lovers trope, enemies-to-friends-to-lovers type trope, bantering/teasing/etc.

Warnings: some angst (turned comfort), few curse words, mentions of war/death/related, Grishaverse typical warnings.

The now-setting sun glared through the circular windows of the castle’s old but polished walls.

Y/n wished to shade her eyes from the harsh light but knew it would look unprofessional to do so.

She elected to shift her eyes to a different part of the ornate painting on the hallway walls across the room where the light wasn’t shining as brightly.

“Greetings milaya” Nikolai grinned, kissing the back of y/n’s hand as he approached her.

She had to restrain herself from rolling her eyes at his flirtatious behavior.

Y/n instead, forced a small curl of her lips and a firm nod, “greetings, tsar”.

Nikolai pursed his lips faintly, a determined glint in his eye despite her response.

“Care to follow me to the balcony where it’s quieter?” He questioned.

She took a sip of her drink, her eyes glancing around the room before she shook her head once.

“Y/n, -“ Nikolai softly protested.

She cut him off with side-eye glance, “I’m afraid you’ll need to find someone else to entertain you moi tsar”.

Nikolai huffed and hesitated for a moment but eventually departed from her.

——

“Care for a drink?” Nikolai questioned, bowing slightly before her as he held out a drink.

Y/n rolled her eyes at him, which only made him smirk.

She shook her head but kept her voice as cordial as possible, “no, moi tsar”.

Nikolai stood up straighter and groaned, “you must know by now that you are not mandated to call me that”.

Y/n pursed her lips in response and nodded, her eyes scanning the room behind him, “of course I’m aware”.

She tried to politely ignore him by monitoring the guests in attendance tonight.

Y/n had been hired to help the King in his quest to rescue trapped Ravkan children from what was essentially a Shu-owned assimilation boarding school.

They kids had been ‘saved by the Shu’ during the most recent battle against the Darkling.

However, intel showed they were being forced to conform to the Shu lifestyle and many Grisha were suspected to be hiding their identities inside these ‘schools’.

It wasn’t an easy feat to hide such information, especially from the Shu.

As such, countless Ravkan children who were Grisha had been identified and taken to a different sector of the school.

It wasn’t clear at this time what was done in that sector, but there were rumors of some experimentations being done.

This week was the first step in a discrete attempt to rescue the Ravkan kids from the boarding school.

Tonight and the night before were staged to appear as the King’s celebrations over the recent victory against the Darkling.

They were an attempt to hide the true nature of the nights, which was to allow advisors to meet with potential informants and other important figures without suspicion.

Y/N’s role during these events was to ensure King Nikolai’s (and his advisors’) safety while they attended to their business.

Which is why it was so frustrating that the King kept choosing to flirt with her instead of letting her do her job.

“Then why do you? Are you that starstruck?” Nikolai teased, leaning slightly against the wall.

She let her eyes flicker to his face just long enough to show him her annoyance before refocusing on their surroundings.

“Seriously though, why are you so stubborn when it comes to my name?” He asked, his tone now sincere.

Y/n continued watching the guests as she responded confidently, “you call it stubborn, I call it protocol”.

“Protocol? This is a party, beautiful, you can let go of those roles” Nikolai offered, exuding his usual charm.

She knew better than to fall for it, regardless of if she wanted to or not.

He was known as not only a flirt but as a dangerously charming person.

Not only that, but she couldn’t stand the fact that he so carelessly did as he pleased.

That wasn’t a luxury many had; she certainly did not.

Yet, he was pushing her buttons trying to get her to do just that.

Unfortunately for him, she saw through it and held her own.

She no longer cared if she came across as rude, considering he didn’t care how he came across.

So she rolled her eyes and ignored him, focusing on a short stout man with a white beard as he held a seemingly tense conversation on the other side of the room.

“Am I truly that horrible of company?” He teased, smirking at her.

When she didn’t respond, choosing to watch the body language of the stout man instead, he continued.

“I do apologize precious, I must admit that’s new for me. Yet, I’m sure I’m capable of figuring out how to remedy that” Nikolai bantered confidently.

There it was again, that stupid confidence cockiness.

“Do you always flirt this much with your guards and advisors? I know I’m beautiful, but do you actually ever get work done?” She argued, throwing confidence back at him.

Nikolai tilted his head slightly to the left “I don’t flirt with everyone”.

Y/n dramatically raised her right eyebrow to show her doubt.

“Well, not in this manner” he smirked.

She silenced a groan and returned to scanning the room.

“As you said, we’re on the same team here, so why are you being so somber?” Nikolai questioned, crossing his arms over his chest.

Y/n glowered over at him, “I’m not somber, I’m doing my job”.

The man before her seemed to switch to a new tactic as he insulted, “aren’t you just the life of the party.“

She ignored the weird sensation in her chest and glared at him.

As she rolled her eyes she reminded him, “I’m not here to be the life of the party, moi tsar”.

It took a lot of strength to not smack him for having the nerve to insult her for doing what was required of her.

If she were to do as he suggested, she’d undoubtedly not perform her duties as well.

How he didn’t see or comprehend that was beyond her.

Yet, he showed again that he didn’t seem to understand that logic as he dared to critique her approach again.

Nikolai even winked this time as he commented, “no one would care if you relaxed some, after all your tsar said it was acceptable”.

“I will not have people seeing me do anything other than my job” y/n argued firmly, pulling on the hem of her uniform to straighten it.

“No one cares y/n, people only care about your title, you’re a leading General, that’s enough for them to consistently see you as such; no matter if you relax some at a party once in awhile” he laughed, carefree.

“News flash but not everyone sees me the same way they see you" y/n snapped at him.

The confusion on Nikolai’s face was evident, prompting her to elaborate.

“You were raised in a castle, as a prince. Then you became King as a birthright. You didn’t have to fight to earn the respect of the people. I did; I still do” she respectfully informed him.

Nikolai ignored the fact that he could argue about how it wasn’t truly his birthright.

And how as such, he did have to earn his people’s respect; or felt he had to at least.

Instead he could see the strong emotions behind her words and understood her drive, fear, and determination.

“After this, you won’t have to worry about that again. The people will always respect you” he assured her.

“That will never happen. Doesn’t matter if we save the school or not” she argued, her eyes solemn as she turned to him.

“I don't believe in never" Nikolai smirked, hoping to ease her fears.

“I don't believe in always" y/n rebutted.

“Well, opposites attract" Nikolai winked.

Just like that he was back to his mockingly flirtatious behavior she couldn’t trust or stand.

“Never" she groaned, refusing to look into his unfairly charming eyes.

“Always" Nikolai quipped, kissing the back of her hand before walking away.

——

“Morning milaya” Nikolai greeted, approaching her in the dinning hall.

“Don't talk to me, someone might think we are friends." She remarked, reading the papers before her.

“Aren’t we?” He teased, standing beside her.

She glanced at him judgingly from the side of her eye.

“Come on, you know you want to be my friend” Nikolai whispered.

Y/n flipped pages on the documents on the table as she argued, “no, I hate you”.

“Why? I’m lovely” he grinned, leaning on the table.

She rolled her eyes so hard she thought she might give herself a headache, “I think you mean overly confident.”

“Perhaps, but, you know what they say,” he whispered, his arm brushing against hers.

“Love and hate are two sides of a very, very thin line” Nikolai remarked, smiling to himself as he watched her.

She’s sucked in a deep breath of air and stared straight ahead as she awaited Tamar’s return so they could begin the next stage of planning.

“Fine, be stubborn. You’ll fall in love me soon, but don’t worry, I’ll be there to catch you when you do” he declared, nudging her softly.

“Unfortunately for you, I fall in love with souls not faces” y/n bantered with a smirk.

“So you’re saying I have a face worth falling for?” Nikolai retorted smugly.

She stiffened quickly, “I said nothing of the sort”.

“Yes, you did. You so did. You find me attractive” he began, his tone soft.

“Or perhaps gorgeous. Or dashing. Or-“ Nikolai elaborated in a sing-songy voice.

“Oh my Saints! Shut up already Nikolai” y/n huffed.

Nikolai grinned at how he had already seemingly made headway with her, “you called me Nikolai!”

She groaned, “I truly despise you”.

——

“I know that you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision, I have elected to ignore it" y/n argued, walking away from him.

Nikolai rolled his eyes, “just because you are trying to deny the spark between us doesn’t mean everything I decide is wrong”.

Y/n ignored the first part of his sentence as she stated “you might be King, but given you grew up in a palace and I didn’t, it’s clear I’d know trade far better”.

He elected to suppress the ability to argue her claim by informing her of Sturmhond / how he was also a privateer.

“Besides, you have no connections in Ketterdam, they don’t give a damn you’re a King or I’m a General” she added.

“So, I repeat, bad idea” y/n declared.

Nikolai sighed, “Well, I’m going, so…”

“Saints I hate you” she growled as she tugged an extra bag to her.

Upon seeing her packing to leave with him, Nikolai smirked at the thought of her willing to join him for his safety.

“What?” Y/n asked, catching his gaze.

Nikolai shrugged, “I was wondering which will get you killed faster-your loyalty or your stubbornness”.

“Since my loyalty is unfortunately tied to you, moi tsar, both are strong possibilities” she joked with a smirk.

“I promise to keep you safe milaya” Nikolai admitted.

She rolled her eyes and scoffed, “I don’t need your help staying safe. Let’s just get this excursion over with so we can return and present Shu Han with the relic and be done with this”.

He sighed but decided to let her finish packing in silence.

—--

“Go away” y/n warned harshly, staring off the side of the Volkvolny.

Nikolai sighed loudly, daring to near her as he begged, “don’t be like that.”

“Like what?!” She yelled, turning sharply to face him, “honest and transparent about things?”

He huffed, “I believe the apparat can arrange some anger management for you when return”.

She rolled her eyes and shook her head, “ I don't need anger management. I need you to stop pissing me off."

Nikolai sighed, leaning on the railing beside her, “You’re truly disgruntled over this”.

It was evident it wasn’t a question.

What wasn’t evident to y/n however, was Nikolai’s guilt and sadness over such.

“Would you not be? You kept this from me” y/n argued.

“Not like we’re friends” Nikolai rebutted but instantly regretted it.

She was the one to say those things or snap, not him.

They were opposite, but that’s why it worked.

They could balance each other out.

Nikolai opened his mouth to take it back.

But before he could she turned stoic and turned from him.

“I suppose that’s true” she nodded, her tone normal and steady again.

“Y/n-“ he sighed guiltily.

Her tone was soft as she muttered “you should have mentioned you were a pirate”.

“Privateer” Nikolai corrected, adding a wink when she turned to him.

She took deep breath, “I deserved to know”.

He nodded slowly, but then smirked as he sensed the possibility of a deeper meaning, “as mijn liefje you deserved far more than that darling”.

Y/n yet again rolled her eyes as she corrected him, “ I deserved to know as I’m the General of this mission”.

Nikolai sighed, upset his approach once again didn’t work.

“It changes the whole context of this trip to Kerch. I presume there’s also some connection to Ketterdam you’ve kept from me?” She questioned accusingly.

He stared into the water surrounding them and nodded, “Kaz Brekker and his crows are to have the relic in possession”.

Y/n silently nodded in response.

“Told you it wasn’t a bad idea” he teased in an attempt to break the palpable tension.

She turned to him, “you’re right. Your decision wasn’t so moronic after all. Lying to me, however…”

“How can I make it right Mijn liefje?” He questioned.

Nikolai watched as she stared at him before shaking her head and moving to walk off.

“Apologies General. Truly, how do I amend this?” He spoke up, following her.

Y/n didn’t bother looking at him as she responded, “you don’t care”.

“Yes, I do” he defended, brows furrowed.

Y/n huffed, “Fine. Don’t lie again and we can work successfully together. I’ll work on once again believing what you say, at least for matters pertaining to this mission”.

Nikolai sighed loudly, “fine. And how do I remedy this to you, y/n?”

“Excuse me? Are you choosing not to listen again? Is there a mirror around or something that you’re getting lost in?” She accused, eyes staring aggressively at him.

He chuckled at her thinly veiled insult but shook his head, “you said how to fix the distrust I have formed with my General. But how do I fix it with you”

When she caught on to what he was asking, she bit her inner cheek.

“Who says I ever trusted you?” She defended, hoping it would keep him from staring at her the way he currently was.

“Y/n, we both know you wouldn’t put up with me if you didn’t” he remarked confidently.

She scoffed loudly and stared at the dark body of water over the railing.

Nikolai waited silently for her response.

The answer eventually came out from her lips quietly but cut them both, “you can’t”.

Nikolai felt a sharp pain in his chest and closed his eyes tightly.

“Surely there must be something” he pleaded.

Y/n took a deep breath as she faced him, “you have refused to take this seriously, and instead flirted with me non stop since I arrived. And now I find out you have a second side of you, of which I was not aware of.”

Nikolai opened his eyes slowly as he fought the urge to curl up in a ball and sink through the ship into the deep waters below.

“Minimal trust may be needed to maintain our working relationship, but that’s all I’ll be able to muster up” she declared, stepping away from him and towards the stairs leading to the lower deck.

“Please” he panicked, grabbing her wrist.

Y/n stopped walking but didn’t turn around, “ I told you we can work together; what do you want?”

“You,” Nikolai admitted, a small nervous laugh following his confession.

He feigned confidence as he was fairly certain that his feelings were as clear from the start as her dismissals were.

Y/n took his confession as another flirtation and his laughter as evidence of his lack of sincerity. “Even now, you can’t be serious” she groaned, pulling her wrist away.

Nikolai determinedly followed after her, not ready to give up on trying to explain himself.

Just as he began to near her, they were hit by a strong gust of wind, sending her sliding down the deck.

As the ship steadied, she stood up only to find her foot had caught in a pile of ropes.

She angrily began pulling at them, her frustration growing as her actions only made it more tangled.

“Here,” Nikolai offered as he bent down to help untangle her.

"I don't need your help” she snapped defensively.

Nikolai chuckled softly, “are you sure? Cause it sure does look like it. ".

“No, I can handle myself” y/n declared, pulling at the knotted rope.

Nikolai softened his voice as he motioned to the pile at her feet, “humor me”.

“Fine” y/n sighed, dropping the ropes so he could work with them.

It took him a few minutes to get her completely untangled thanks to her frantic attempts to free herself.

Once the rope was no longer wrapped around her legs like a snake, she sat down on the bench at the edge of the deck.

Nikolai joined her, watching her closely as she flexed and stretched her ankles.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” She groaned.

“Like what?” He wondered aloud.

Y/n gave him a knowing look, “Like you’re intrigued”.

“Maybe because I am, you’re very alluring” he complimented.

She shook her head, “I don’t get why you’re doing this. I’m not the good guy Nikolai. You don’t know me like you think you do”

“Who said I was? And,” he waved around the deck , “I could say the same.”

Y/n sighed and nodded, “true you are a lying pirate.”

“Privateer” Nikolai groaned exasperatedly but smiled when she laughed.

“I am sorry for keeping it from you” he swore.

Y/n hummed and glanced over at him, “why did you?”

“I wasn’t sure how you, a General, would feel about that lifestyle” he confessed, interlocking his fingers to keep from nervously fiddling them.

“Why would that matter?” She pressed.

Nikolai turned to her, “why wouldn’t it? I told you, I’m int-“.

“Stop” y/n cut him off, her voice strained.

“What?” He pondered, trying to read her eyes.

“Stop saying you’re interested in me. I know your reputation, and I don’t date or sleep with men I work with” y/n told him.

Nikolai nodded sincerely, “good policy, but there is a way to fix it so that’s not a problem”.

“You’d fire me” she said in disbelief.

He shrugged, “if you wanted me to”.

“Why would I want that?” Y/n questioned sharply.

“Perhaps because despite your claim otherwise, you can feel this thing between us” Nikolai argued.

She gave him a pathetically weak side glare, making him smirk but ultimately still deciding to drop it for now.

“You didn’t answer my question” he pointed out.

“Which one? You tend to have a lot” she smirked.

He laughed and shook his head.

When he calmed he took her hand in his, “how do I make up for this?”

She watched as he waved his hands to signal the deck/ship.

“You don’t need to” she told him softly.

Nikolai sighed, “Yes I do”.

“No. I never asked anything that would mean you should tell me” y/n explained.

“Still. All flirting and banter aside, I respect you. And as such should’ve informed you” he declared.

She smiled faintly, “any other secrets you’re keeping?”

“No” he promised firmly.

“Then we’re okay” she obliged.

Nikolai’s face lit up, “really?”

“You being real with me just there? Without flirting? That’s enough” y/n nodded.

Nikolai hummed as he nodded his head slowly, “Do you always push away guys who flirt with you?”

“When they’re obnoxious” she smirked.

He faked a gasp, “I’m fantastic company”.

He cautiously placed an arm around her as the wind picked up again, causing bumps to form on her exposed skin.

She sighed and whispered very lowly, “I suppose you’re not horrible”.

He smirked as he continued watching her closely.

“My turn, why do you say I don’t know you?” He wondered.

Y/n bit her lip as she looked towards him, “everyone sees me as a General.. but I didn’t start that way”.

When Nikolai nodded for her to continue, she took a deep breath.

“It goes without saying I had to work my way up to get here. But… I’ve made some egregious errors along the way” she whispered.

Nikolai squeezed her shoulder tenderly in response.

“In order to get to where I am, I had to be the one to order my fellow soldiers to fight in battles we knew would be deadly. I know there wasn’t another choice I could have made. But I still ordered them to fight in futile battles all because my job demanded I do such “ y/n sighed.

“I’ve fought with countless soldiers only to watch them meet their demise in combats we shouldn’t have agreed to enter. We were told that we needed to find a way to increase the area for which our country could claim as won territory. While the fights did give us more claimed mileage, it came at a cost. Many lost their lives and I was rewarded by getting a promotion “ she told him, her voice laced with disgust.

Nikolai had been rubbing her shoulder in silence as he listened to her.

As she concluded the story, he took a moment to compose his thoughts.

Y/n seemed to notice this, “if you’re trying to look for any redeeming qualities. Don’t. I don't have any."

“That’s not true. You both literally and metaphorically fought to get here. To earn your place. You are strong, courageous, determined, loyal, and caring. I don’t know another General who shows as much compassion and concern for those in their command as you” Nikolai assured her, his hand squeezing her shoulder and guiding her slightly closer.

Y/n gave him a thankful smile before turning her gaze back to the water.

They sat in a delicate blanket of silence as they watched the waves crashing around them.

At some point, y/n’s sleep deprivation kicked in and she laid her head on his shoulder.

Nikolai smiled as she unconsciously scooted closer due to the frigid air.

It was only a matter of minutes before Nikolai joined her in slumber.

——

“Well that went well” Y/n smirked.

Nikolai rolled his eyes “you’re just jealous”.

She laughed and shook her head, “oh do enlighten me Nikolai, what is it I’m jealous of exactly?”

“Of my source” he stated, sitting at the oak chair in his ship’s office.

“Inej Ghafa? She’s beautiful, so jealousy wouldn’t be unfounded but I don’t care to be her.” Y/n stated with a shrug.

“Besides, criticism doesn't always equal jealousy. It's time that you learned that” she remarked.

“You only say that to cover your jealousy” Nikolai pressed; partially to hide his embarrassment over the failed mission and partially to try and have her confess.

“Nikolai” she laughed exasperatedly, “your source isn’t loyal to any of us. She’s loyal to Brekker. Saying such is a remark of criticism, not jealousy. Unless you’re suggesting I’m jealous of her for being partners with Brekker and not you.”

She stood beside him, hands pointlessly rummaging through the documents on the table, “that would be founded since he’s likely the one getting the actual intel from your source”.

Nikolai scoffed but was unable to think of a comeback, opting for “he’s not a King”.

“So?” Y/n questioned, moving to grab the extra chair.

“So, he…” Nikolai mumbled, his voice trailing off.

Y/n smirked at him, dragging her chair to the other side of his desk, “Were you trying to make me see you as superior to Brekker? You were jealous over even the notion I thought otherwise, huh? Rather hypocritical there, moi tsar”.

“Shut up” Nikolai glared.

“Never” y/n laughed and as she saw he wasn’t going to respond she decided to add another comment.

“I don’t believe in never” she said, using a voice intended to be mocking of his.

“I love it when you quote me” he smirked, “even if you do so in an absurd voice”.

Y/n laughed, “It’s your voice”.

“It is not” Nikolai protested.

She crossed her arms loosely over her chest, “It so is”.

“No” he argued with a pout.

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully, “Why are you always so annoying?”

“I’m not, after all, I thought you don’t believe in always?“ Nikolai reminded her tauntingly.

Y/n gave him a glaring side eye glance and tossed some hair over her shoulder.

She picked up her pace to increase the distance between them.

But Nikolai saw her bashful grin and lip bite nonetheless.

——

“That’s idiotic” Felix, a low-ranking member of their team, said to Nikolai; leaning on the desk in frustration.

”Hey, you can't speak to Nikolai that way, “ y/n spoke as she sauntered into the room, “only I can!"

Nikolai smirked at her before smiling and broke into a laugh as he shook his head.

“Nonetheless, what idiotic decision did he make this time?” She asked, glancing at Felix after smirking back at Nikolai.

“That’s no way to speak of your charming King” Nikolai huffed.

She giggled, “you overestimate your charm moi tsar”.

As she turned back to Felix, she requested clarification, “go on, what is it you have a problem with?”.

“Entering the village without reinforcements is bound to be a.. improper act “ Felix muttered, choosing his words carefully so as to not insult the Ravkan King.

Y/n briefly thought on it and nodded, “you fear an ambush or set up”.

“Yes General y/l/n” Felix agreed with a small nod.

Nikolai watched silently to see who y/n would side with.

“I can certainly comprehend the reasoning for your hesitation and frustration Private, but nonethelsss the King is very well aware of that possibility” y/n assured him.

Nikolai smirked and puffed his chest confidently.

“I saw to it” she glanced at Nikolai knowingly before turning back to Felix.

“So, while your concern is not ill-founded, you are mistaken if you believe that is enough to call off the effort” y/n told him vaguely.

“But-“ Felix protested firmly.

“No buts. We do not have time for futile arguments on the matter. The King and I have to be on our way t-“ y/n professionally informed Felix.

“Saints! You-“ Felix interrupted, his voice loud and tone laced with judgment.

“Private Felix, I advise you to stop. You will not disrespect General y/l/n that way. Certainly not in my presence” Nikolai spoke calmly but definitively.

Y/n fought to hide her shock as she slyly glanced over towards Nikolai.

Catching her side gaze, he made faint eye contact with her to show his seriousness and sincerity before he faced the Private again.

“She is our top General and when speaking to her, you will address her as such. You will not speak over her or argue when she has stated the matter is over” Nikolai ordered.

Felix stood silently, his body rigid.

“Is that understood Felix?” Nikolai pressed, tilting his head slightly as he watched the Private squirm slightly under his stare.

“Yes moi tsar,” Felix professed with a slight bow.

Nikolai glanced over at y/n to check if she was okay.

She had him a small smile and nodded.

As Nikolai faced the man, he rose from his seat, “your time would be better spent readying the horses for the journey”.

Felix nodded rapidly, lowering his head slightly in both Nikolai and y/N’s directions before leaving.

Upon the door closing behind Felix, Nikolai began apologizing for the Private’s behavior.

Y/n shook her head, “thank you. You didn’t need to do that”.

“As I told you before, you’ve more than earned your title and position. It does not matter what your upbringing was, you’ve earned that respect” Nikolai explained delicately.

She smiled softly as she teased, “hmmm maybe your charm isn’t so bad”.

Nikolai grinned and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, “told ya you’d warm up to me”.

“Don’t push your luck, moi tsar” y/n joked, smirking at him.

He groaned playfully and shook his head.

——

The cheers began droning out as the crew gathered by the desk to review the current success and their next step.

Y/n glanced at Nikolai, her smile still on her face from having retrieved the relic and the contagious excitement of their crew.

Nikolai grinned back widely, “Please keep smiling at me like that-ow!”

Y/n smacked his arm and turned to face the rest of their crew as they began planning the next steps.

“Okay! I'll pay attention." He sighed, rubbing his arm.

“I’m just saying. We can’t go in expecting it to be just as easy as it was last time. If things go wrong even slightly, children will die” y/n clarified after having critiqued someone’s overconfident suggestion.

“Great pep talk” one of Nikolai’s men joked.

”Well sorry that l'm not full of sunshine and rainbows" She defended stoically but Nikolai watched the way her gaze shifted away from everyone.

“That’s where I come in!” Nikolai exclaimed, nudging her, “we balance each other out like that”

She glanced up and gave him a weak glare and smirk.

He smirked at her before looking at the crew, “Now,”.

—

“Hey, y/n-“ Nikolai said, grabbing her hand as she went to exit.

As she turned to him, she spoke emotionlessly “moi tsar”

“Stop, please” He sighed.

“What?” Y/n questioned, watching him closely.

“Calling me that… in a serious way” Nikolai mumbled.

She raised an eyebrow at him, “I don’t follow”.

“It’s cute when you do it to annoy me” he confessed, “But you’re using it in a serious manner right now”.

“It is your title” y/n pointed out hesitantly.

“But it’s not what you need to call me. You’re deflecting” Nikolai responded confidently.

“I am not” she argued, looking away from him.

“I know what they said got to you” Nikolai acknowledged.

Y/n shrugged, and resumed her exit “I’m fine”.

Nikolai grabbed her wrist again, “I’m well aware of that. I’m merely wanting to mention that what you said was crucial”.

She stared silently at him as she waited for him to explain.

“I know they wanted an upbeat message for their send-off, but that’s not what they needed. That’s not what the mission or the children need. They needed the reality check of what a slip-up might mean” Nikolai elaborated, thumb brushing her forearm.

She sighed quietly and nodded hesitantly, “you don’t need to try and charm me”

“Cause I already do so effortlessly?” He teased with a wink.

Y/n chuckled and shook her head.

“Kidding, I’m not trying to charm or flatter you, I truly mean it. I meant what I said, we compliment each other. Your message was just as important if not more and it was better articulated than I would’ve been able to do and more accurate in tone than I’d be able to muster” he complimented.

“You do like to act a fool” she teased with a small smirk.

“I believe you mean jester” Nikolai rebutted.

“That’s better?” She laughed loudly in disbelief.

He shrugged, “I’ll be whatever you want me to be”.

She rolled her eyes and laughed with him, “saints I hate you. “

—

“It could all be over tomorrow” Nikolai stated as he sat beside her.

She nodded as she stared into distance, “yeah”.

“It’ll be alright you know?” He offered quietly.

“It’s impossible to know that” y/n pessimistically argued.

Nikolai bummed, “Most people say impossible when they really mean improbable”.

“No, I meant impossible,” she remarked.

“How do you know I’m not some future seeing Saint?” Nikolai scoffed.

She raised an eyebrow at him, “I thought you were done hiding secrets?”

“Any secrets about myself that I know of, you know of now. It’s possible that I don’t know I have that ability yet” Nikolai rambled.

She stared at him silently.

“I didn’t say probable” he laughed with a shrug.

She groaned but laughed along with him, a tiny smile on her lips.

“Nikolai?” Y/n whispered after a couple moments of silence.

“Yeah Y/n?” He asked, his full attention turning to her.

“Thank you” she mumbled quietly.

“For being my charming self?” He joked, smirking.

She looked away as she admitted, “actually, yes”

Shock erased the smirk from Nikolai’s face as he stared at her stunned, “yes?”

“You’ve oddly made this trip much more enjoyable than I’d anticipated” y/n explained slowly, resisting the urge to stop confessing her feelings.

He smiled widely, “glad I could relieve some of the copious amount of stress you carry even if only briefly”.

She laughed, “ I said more enjoyable not less stressful”.

“Please, you already said you do find me enjoyable. You can’t find my behavior enjoyable and also stress inducing” he defended smugly.

“I wasn’t referring to your behavior” she whispered, tone suddenly turning serious again.

“Then what?” Nikolai pondered aloud.

When she didn’t respond, he lowered his voice and tried again, “Y/n?”

“Hey, -“ he sighed upon further silence from her.

“You” she blurted, shutting her eyes.

Nikolai’s mind and body froze in shock for a moment.

He recognized the meaning behind her words given her body language and tone.

“Wait…?” He began, watching her closely.

He smirked, “you not only grew fond of me, you did fall for me after all; didn’t you”.

Y/n remained silent but opened her eyes to stare at the water surrounding them.

“So much for hating me, huh? I told you, opposites attract” Nikolai teased.

“Goddammit! No! I hate you! I hate you and your dumb voice and your stupid muscles and your awfully attractive face!" She groaned, rubbing her hands down her face.

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her to him.

She shook her head in annoyance as her forehead rested against his chest.

“What did I tell you about hate?” He teased, his lips just above her ear.

“Love and hate are two sides of a very, very thin line.” She whispered.

The sincerity of her voice made his smirk fade and his attitude shift to a more serious tone.

He hummed, “I truly do love it when you quote me.”

She closed her eyes as his breath hit her ear.

They sat there like that for a few minutes in peaceful silence.

Suddenly y/n shook her head and pushed back from him.

Nikolai complied, moving his arms to let her free instantly upon seeing the sign of her unspoken desire.

Nonetheless, he wished to know what changed, “Y/n?”

She sighed deep, “I cant- we, can’t do this, it won’t work and I’ll lose everything I’ve worked for”.

“What are you talking about?” Nikolai questioned.

Y/n merely shook her head and stood to leave.

Nikolai clasped her wrist but slid his hand down until he could interlock their fingers.

“Y/n, when we first met you said I flirted with everyone. If that’s what this is about-“ he tried.

She shook her head again, “It’s not”.

“It’s not?” He questioned with uncertainty.

Y/n made eye contact with him as she assured him, “No. I know your intentions are pure, even if your flirtations aren’t always”.

He chuckled briefly, squeezing her hand to encourage her to continue.

She gave him a sympathetic look as she sighed, “I fought too hard to get here. I’d be giving it all up”.

“What are you talking about? I’m not asking you to give up any-“ Nikolai argued, his brows furrowed.

“You’re not. I know” she acknowledged, her sad eyes confusing him more.

“But, if I.. if we follow whatever this is between us…” she mumbled as she looked away.

“No matter all the work I’ve put in to earn my place as a General, people are going to think I’ve slept my way to my position” y/n explained quietly.

“You had the position before we met” Nikolai pointed out softly.

“They won’t see it like that” y/n declared.

He sighed slowly, “Who cares what they think?”

“I do! See, that’s just it” she sighed, “we’re too opposite. I care what they think.”

“Woah, hey,” he panicked, tugging her hand back towards him as she went to leave.

“No, I- … I can’t” she sighed, pulling her hand in an attempt to depart.

“Y/n, milaya please, let’s at least talk about this. If you truly want us to be something, I promise that w-“ he pleaded.

“Nikolai, please” she choked, “stop”.

Nikolai sighed defeatedly and let go of her hand.

“You won’t understand no matter how hard you try and I wouldn’t want you to be able to” she told him with her back to him.

“I’m sorry Nikolai, but-“ y/n sighed.

“Do you want us to be something?” He pressed.

She took a deep breath and nodded.

“I do. But It doesn’t matter what I want” she sighed, walking away.

“It does to me” Nikolai called out in a soft whisper.

It was enough to make her pause briefly.

But in the end she shook head with her back still to him and resumed her exit as she headed to her bunk.

Neither one of them slept well that night.

—-

Y/n glanced up from her bowl of cold oatmeal as she heard footsteps.

Upon having made eye contact with an equally slept deprived Nikolai, she gave him a small sympathetic smile.

He gave her a kind nod before grabbing himself a bowl.

A few silent moments later he sat beside her, his spoon stirring in his bowl mindlessly.

“Those things you said yesterday... Did you mean them?" He asked, his eyes still on his bowl of oats.

Y/N’s stomach dropped.

“I did, but like I said-“ she began, dropping her spoon into her bowl as she started to stand.

Nikolai gently rested his hand on hers against the table, “you can stay. I won’t mention it again. That’s all I wanted to know”.

Y/n glanced at him with sad eyes trying to send him a look that communicated her seriousness of her position but also her disappointment with their predicament.

Nikolai seemed to read it as he hooked his fingers under hers and gave her hand a squeeze.

She sighed softly, squeezing his hand back before he removed his.

“So we face Shu Han today” he mumbled.

Y/n hummed, “yeah, should be fun, huh?”

Nikolai chuckled, leaning down and nudging her shoulder with his, “I don’t foresee it lasting long”

“Don’t jinx it, or I’ll need a pardon” she glared.

“A pardon for?” He interrogated, stirring his oats.

“For regicide” she smirked, taking a bite of her breakfast.

Nikolai choked and snapped his head to her with wild eyes but a knowing smile on his lips, “how do you propose you’ll get a pardon if you’ve already killed me darling?”

“You’d sign it before your murder, moi tsar” she stated simply, not looking at him.

“Oh, would I now?” He chuckled.

She nodded, “yes”.

“And why would I do something like that?” He pondered playfully.

“You wouldn’t want me to be charged, would you?” She questioned, bashfully blinking at him.

He swallowed thickly and shook his head, “no”.

“See” she winked, turning back to the table.

Nikolai blushed and rolled his eyes, “I would like to believe I’d not sign my life away by giving you a pardon for my murder though, y/n/n”.

She hummed, “I’ve earned this title for a reason, moi tsar, I assure you it wouldn’t be an option”.

Nikolai snorted, “so you’re not just murdering me, you’re going to torture me until you manage to force me to sign a pardon for said murder?”

She laughed and gave a small nod, eyes stuck on her bowl.

Nikolai tilted his head unconsciously as he focused on listening intently to her laughter.

“Don’t jinx it then” she replied, looking up.

She felt her face warm as she saw the stupid grin on his face and how he’d been silently watching her.

Nikolai smiled and nodded, “as you wish General y/l/n”.

Y/n huffed, “much better”.

He chuckled, nudging her again, “finish your breakfast, we’ll need it”.

She glared over at him, “now you’re jinxing it the other direction?!”

Nikolai laughed and shook his head, “course not”.

She raised her eyebrow at him in question.

“I was balancing it out” he winked.

She laughed loudly, her hand covering her lips instantly as she forced herself to stop laughing.

Nikolai frowned slightly as he watched her stop herself from enjoying herself.

“You can laugh y/n” he spoke tenderly.

“Obviously” she remarked, giving him a small smile.

He sighed, setting his hand on top of hers again, “you should laugh, besides you have an amazing laugh”

She furrowed her eyebrows, pulling her hand back, “you’re telling me to laugh? What’s next, are you going to tell me to smile?”

Nikolai took in deep breath, “no, I umm.. I didn’t mean it like that”.

“Then what did you mean?” She questioned, watching him intently.

He sighed, “I’ve been watching you constantly deny yourself happiness and fun”.

“And?” She wondered aloud.

“And you deserve better” he shrugged.

Y/n stiffened, “I know how to take care of myself moi tsar”.

“General y/n, I’m well aware of that. I’m merely suggesting you could, per chance, let yourself enjoy life from time to time” he fought.

“I’m a General, Nikolai. That’s not something I have the luxury of doing” she stated.

He sighed, “that sounds like an excuse”.

“And that sound like the end of the conversation” y/n argued, standing back up.

“Y/n,” he sighed, reaching for her hand in apology.

“Nikolai, stop” she whimpered, making him retract his hand instantly.

She took an audibly deep breath, “my apologies, moi tsar. That was inappropriate. As was this whole conversation. And last night, I -“.

He stood, “don’t. You may choose to deny yourself the opportunity to experience joy and happiness. But I won’t accept you making that choice for me”.

He left without another word.

Y/n whimpered to herself as she leaned on the edge of his desk in despair.

—-

Nikolai grinned as he watched the last of the Shu Han soldiers retreat.

They’d been able to get the children out safely prior to Shu Han guards being alerted, but then all hell broke loose.

Fortunately, they’d planned for such and came well prepared for a fight.

He was very pleased they succeeded on their first attempt.

However, as he spun around to celebrate with y/n he saw her bracing herself against the brick wall.

Panic and anger rushed through his whole body as his eyes landed on the large patch of blood covering her side and seeping past her hand.

“Y/n!” He shouted as he ran over to her with wide eyes.

Y/n shifted in an attempt to stand up straighter, “I’m fine”.

Nikolai stared at her in clear disbelief, “you got shot. There's a bullet in you! I can see it. "

"I can feel it. " she hissed, pressing her hand harder against her wound.

He sighed, “Let me help you”.

“No, thank you, but no” y/n rejected, taking a few unsteady steps down the road.

Nikolai groaned, “Why? You’re shot for saint’s sake!”

“I don’t think a King is supposed to swear like that” she joked, giving him a small smile to assure him she wasn’t mad at him.

He shook his head, “now isn’t the time for jokes. You need a healer, come on”.

“I’m coming” she agreed, ignoring the hand he extended out to her for support.

He watched as she pushed herself up off of the wall completely, stumbling a few inches.

“Why are you so damn stubborn? I’m just trying to help you walk” Nikolai huffed.

She sent him a look that almost buckled his knees.

The pain, sadness sorrow, and guilt behind it deeply confused and hurt him.

“Y/n, talk to me. Please. Help me understand“ he pleaded.

“If I take your help-“ she sighed, looking down.

“You’re not going to owe anything to me Y/n. Or to Ravka, or anyone, I swear that to you. I know how it normally would go, but I won’t allow that to happen. That’s in my control, and you have my vow I won’t let it. Please, just let me carry you to the Volkvolny so the healer can see to your wound” Nikolai pleaded softly.

Y/n softened her gaze and shot him a grateful smile but still shook her head, “moi-… Nik, I-… I will lose the respect of my men if -“.

He nearly grinned at the nickname and had it not been for current affairs he would have.

Nikolai sighed, “you got shot defending the King”.

“And yet, the King would be the one having to carry me out? I don’t think so. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to offend you, truly. But I can’t” she pleaded for him to comprehend what she was saying.

“I understand… as much as I can anyways… but compromise?” He asked with a small smile.

She looked up and nodded slowly in confusion.

Nikolai looped himself under her arm as she pressed her hand harder into her side.

Y/n let him support her so she could walk easier; even letting herself lean on him some as they went.

But suddenly she halted, causing Nikolai to look at her as she turned to him with a slight wince from the shift.

“Thank you” she stated, eyes boring into his.

He smiled and winked, “couldn’t give you an actual reason to hate me”.

She laughed softly, “not just for this. For everything. I know I’m not the most likable person”.

“Y/n stop,” Nikolai protested, brown knit together “you’re endearing”.

She smiled softly, and shook her head, “I appreciate that, but that’s you. It’s like you said, we're opposites”.

He hummed, “You have to put on a harder front, but that doesn’t mean that’s who you are, I’ve seen who you are”.

Y/n failed to fight her eyes watering as she rested her head on his shoulder, “maybe I don’t hate you”.

Nikolai chuckled tenderly, “Hmm now see, I think that wound must be worse than it looked”.

“Shut up” she groaned with a small laugh.

He grinned over at her, “Much more like it; let’s go darling”.

----

Nikolai stood watching in the doorway of the Volkvolny’s makeshift medical ward as Genya worked on bringing y/n’s skin back together.

“He doesn’t usually stick around for this part” she grinned, her hand turning slightly to cover a new angle of the wound.

Nikolai coughed loudly and gave the healer a warning look before giving y/n an apologetic one.

Y/n smiled softly at him, “I’m a valuable member to your crew if I do say so myself”.

He smirked and nodded before his eyes refocused on her wound.

“You’re certainly valuable General, but it’s more than that” Genya winked, “I can tell by the sound of his heart”.

Y/n felt her face warm as Nikolai’s shy gaze snapped up to meet hers.

“Geny-“ he began.

“Saints, y/n, your face is awfully flushed” Genya commented with a sly grin, “maybe you two have something in common, hmmm?”

Y/n bit her lip and held eye contact with Nikolai silently for a few minutes.

“Done” Genya said, ‘dusting’ her hands off.

Nikolai’s gaze reluctantly broke from y/N’s to question Genya, “are you sure?”

Before the healer could respond, Nikolai repeated his concern, “she’s alright? No more bleeding?”

Genya nodded in confirmation, her smirk never leaving her face.

While he knew it was likely due to the seemingly unspoken tension between him and y/n, he wanted to be sure it had nothing to do with the sincerity of her answer.

“Genya, be serious. Is y/n completely healed and safe now? Nothing more needs to be done?” He questioned.

“Yes your highness” Genya said with a dramatic curtsy.

“Thank you Genya” y/n stated as Nikolai sent the healer a glare.

“We did it” y/n smiled as Nikolai walked to her.

He nodded, “Yeah, could’ve done without you getting hurt though”.

“My apologies, moi tsar” y/n giggled, grabbing his hand and squeezing it.

He shook his head and laughed faintly, “I’m just glad you’re okay now”.

She smiled and looked around to find it was dark and no one was around.

Y/n laid her head on his shoulder silently.

Nikolai’s arm promptly wrapped carefully around her shoulder.

“So, what’s next for you, General y/l/n?” He asked formally.

She sighed softly, “the same old, same old. Go back to leading my regiment. You?”

“You don’t sound entirely enthusiastic about that” Nikolai pointed out.

She shook her head slightly against his shoulder, “I’m not. To be honest…”

Y/n looked around again to ensure no one could hear, “,I’m exhausted. Physically, emotionally, and mentally with the role”.

“So why keep doing it?” He questioned.

“I’ve got no other cards to play” y/n admitted to him.

“You are far too self-effacing” Nikolai sighed dramatically.

“And you are far too confident” she teased back.

He chuckled and nodded, “opposites attract”.

She flushed and sighed, “I don’t know what else I’d do. What else I’d be good at.”

“But you don’t want to return to what you’re doing now either?” Nikolai clarified.

“Not entirely. I mean this,” she said as she wove her hands around, “sure.”

“But, day in and day out of battles and sending kids into fight knowing they won’t make it?” She shook her head.

Nikolai held her closer, his lips placed to the top of her head as tears formed in her eyes.

“Then don’t” he advised.

Y/n squinted, “What?”

”Give me a chance." He requested.

Y/n lifted her head to look at him, “A chance for what?"

“A chance to prove you that I can make you happy." He explained.

“Nikolai…” she sighed quietly.

“Hear me out, I was honest when I said opposites attract. And that doesn’t have to just be about us romantically. It can be about our responsibilities and skills as well. I could use someone like you in my advisory team. But no one could handle it with the excellence and elegance that you yourself would” he told her confidently.

“Are you sure about this? Or are you just offering-“ y/n hesitated.

He shook his head, “I’m extremely sure. No strings attached. You don’t have to be courting me or anything, it’s a job offer for you to better inform and advise me on military matters, and call me out when I’m not doing it right or not being sincere enough”.

“Okay. Thank you,” she said, closing her eyes as to not cry.

Nikolai smiled to himself, “So you’ll take it?”

“Yes,” she stood, ready to kneel before him as was customary.

Nikolai shot her a look, “don’t you dare”.

“But protocol-“ y/n began to protest.

“I don’t care, you don’t have to follow protocols with me. Not to mention, you’re wounded. If you dare try to bow, I’ll recede my offer” Nikolai commanded delicately.

She huffed but smirked at him him as she sat back down, “fine”.

“Thank you. Besides, there’s something else I need to ask” he smiled.

“What’s that?” She wondered.

“Will you give me a chance? Not as a King. But just as Nikolai” he proposed.

Y/n stared at him, “as in…”

He nodded, “I assure you, if you give me the chance I’ll do whatever I can to make it worth it. And should anyone dare disrespect you, they will find themselves waiting before the King for relevant consequences as is customary”.

“You’ll threaten them to respect me?” Y/n interrogated suspiciously.

“If they’re idiotic enough to not see why they should in the first place, then yes. You’ll get the respect you deserve and have more than earned, one way or another” Nikolai acknowledged.

“I must say, with this new job, I've got no time for courting... but I think I can make an exception for you. Just for you." She smirked.

Nikolai grinned, “likewise”.

Y/n and Nikolai laughed softly and leaned into rest their heads against each others’.

Perhaps opposites do attract after all.

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