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inhuman-obey-me · 3 years

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Excuse me! it’s just me, this blog’s stalker because your works amazing. I kinda am in love with your demon’s nature series. I if I could request something. Could you possible do MC seeing the brothers do something that is “demonic”. Similar to what happens in the series. Thank you!!!!

Hello!! Haha, thank you -- we’re so glad you like our content! ;u;

And I’m glad that you enjoy the Demon’s Nature series! It’s been a lot of fun to write.

Sorry this took a bit! I wasn’t sure if you wanted this to be something with one of the brothers or all of them, so I ended up doing little short blurbs for each of the brothers and MC accidentally catching them doing something demonic/violent. Tried to keep them all pretty short, which was hard.

[Mod Cosmos]

MC accidentally catching the Demon Brothers being Demonic/Violent

content warning: blood/gore, body horror (especially in Beel’s), and general violence

Note: This is through the perspective of an MC that knows that the demons do their thing, but perhaps doesn't want to see it happening in front of them.

LUCIFER

You were supposed to go shopping together after meetings for the day were finished, and he had told you to just wait an additional thirty minutes so that he could finish up some business. Thirty minutes passed, but there was still no word from him, so you decide you’ll go and see what was holding that workaholic up. You soon realize that was a mistake.

You hear muffled cries, and a familiar deep voice. Cautiously, you approach the source of these sounds -- a room located off a dark corridor. You didn’t think there were any classrooms here, and your curiosity got the better of you -- so you approach the door, peeking through the crack. You recognize the intimidating silhouette and --- there’s blood. There was another figure in the room, their body limp on the ground in a puddle of red, the mighty first-born’s claws tearing through flesh. A loss of balance in your surprise results in you tumbling into the room, earning a sharp turn from Lucifer, whose crimson eyes were wide in surprise. His wings spread out to try and shield the unsavory scene from you.

“MC, you were supposed to wait for me.” His voice is stern, but there’s a gentleness to it. He sees the queasy look on your face, and decides he can put this torment to an end. With a swift motion, he fully blocks your line of sight before slitting the lesser demon’s throat. He then turns back to you, lightly embracing your body with black feathers. His voice is soft as he did not want to frighten you. “I’m sorry, you weren’t supposed to see that. Let’s get you home, shall we? I’ll make you some tea.”

MAMMON

It had just been a scratch. A low-level demon had taken a swipe at you in passing, but hadn’t been able to cut too deep. Mammon insisted he was just running off to get a bandaid after you insisted he didn’t need to go after the other demon. He said that he’d be right back--”I’m just gettin’ a bandage, I swear!”-- and told you not to move an inch. But this bandage quest was taking longer than it should have, so you go after him, pressing a loose cloth against your wound. And there he was, having cornered the offending demon. He seems to be staking the demon in the arm with a sharp metal object, speaking in a tongue you couldn’t understand.

You hadn’t even realized you had dropped the Majolish bag from your hand, not until it hit the ground with a thud and Mammon whipped around to see you there. A flash of guilt appears on his features, his eyes going between you and the lowly demon. He drops them, though he can’t resist one more swift kick to their chest before running back to you.

“I told ya I’d be right back!” He’s about to cup your face in his hands, but retracts them as he realizes they’re covered in blood. “Uh, okay, let’s go get that,” he motions to your injury, “...taken care of, yeah?” He mumbles a sorry as he picks up the bag you dropped before ushering you away from the scene, promising he’d do whatever he needed to do to make up for having to witness it.

LEVIATHAN

You’re browsing games at a shop, having tagged along with Leviathan who had been raving about a new release. At one point, however, Leviathan had vanished from your side. You now realize it’s been … quite some time, actually. You wander about the store, unable to find him anywhere. Did he step outside? You decide to check, missing the anxious glance from the clerk behind the counter.

You hear some sounds from the alley by the shop. Is that … someone choking? Worried, you round the corner to make sure whoever it was is okay -- only to see the one doing the strangling was Leviathan himself. He had his tail tightly wrapped around the other demon’s throat, and … what, what was that inky substance leaking from their eyes? Leviathan caught your shadow against the alley wall, turning to you with a slightly panicked look.

“M-MC!” His tail quickly slithered off and away from the demon’s throat, leaving them to collapse to the ground. He’s suddenly at your side, hands on your shoulders as he turns you around and makes you walk out of the alley with him, murmuring something about how the venom will take care of the rest. “S-sorry about that, MC. You look a little sick … let’s get that game and go home and play, okay?”

SATAN

You had been ambling through an aisle in the grand Royal Library, wondering what random book you should pick up next to flip through idly. Satan had wanted to spend a quiet day reading and studying together, to which you readily obliged. But it was easy to forget just how large the Royal Library was -- what floor were you on again? -- and you wonder if you should head back to where the two of you had set up. Then you suddenly hear a distant crash. It seemed to be coming from one of the meeting rooms at the back, and you couldn’t help but want to take a peek to see what had happened.

“Fuck you!” You knew that voice, and you knew that anger. There was a muffled yell, and what sounded like shattering glass. Then there’s a chilling, mocking laughter, and you can feel the goosebumps starting to cover your skin. You nervously approach the slightly ajar door, and there he is, his tail impaling another demon with its sharp ridges. Oh, there is fury burning in those eyes -- ones that shift to land on you, and that glowing fury is replaced with exasperation.

“MC!” Your name comes out as a hiss, but he quickly tosses the other demon, slamming them into the wall. “You…” He’s unsure what to say, his wrath calming at the sight of you, especially with that look on your face. “I … I’m sorry, I just had to take care of something. Please, let’s go. We can talk about this later.”

ASMODEUS

The music is loud, the drinks are pouring, and you’re having an absolutely wonderful night out clubbing with Asmodeus. You were returning from the bar with two drinks in hand for the both of you, thanking one of the security guards on your way for managing the crowd of fans that had now dispersed, only to find that Asmodeus was not to be found at your table. He had left a note-- “BRB! ♡”--with lipstick on a napkin. You waited, sipping your drink as you demon watched from your seat. Some time passes, and you realize you’ve finished your drink a bit more quickly than intended. There’s still no sign of him, so you might as well go get another.

On the way to the bar, however, you pass by what you assumed was the hall to the restrooms, and you hear a desperate “I’m sorry!” cutting through the heavy bass. Should you be concerned? Well, you decide to at least be nosy, so you slip into the hall to see what was going on -- and are met with the sight of Asmodeus holding a heart he had carved out of some poor demon’s chest. In your shock, your empty glass slips through your fingers and crashes to the floor, earning your demon’s attention.

“Oh, MC!” Despite his surprise to see you, he gives you a smile -- one that gives you chills as you see blood spattered on his face. “Ah, what a mess…” He lets the lesser demon slide to the floor, debating on what to do with the organ in hand, but hides it behind his back for now, coming over to place a quick kiss on your cheek. “Sorry about that, darling. I’m just going to go clean up, so wait for me at the table, ‘kay?”

BEELZEBUB

You had agreed to go with him to Madame Scream’s after finishing up classes for the day, but he was running late. He’s not picking up any calls, either, so you decide to go to where his last class would have been -- maybe they were just running way over, and he hadn’t realized the time? The hall is quiet, and you end up reaching an empty classroom. Walking back out, you decide to try calling him again. Ring, ring. After a moment, you realize you can hear Beelzebub’s ringtone in the distance, and you follow your ears to where his D.D.D. and ultimately he himself must be.

You weren’t prepared for what you saw next. A head of bright orange hair buried in a lesser demon’s abdomen, the sound of squelching and slurping from his feasting sounding so much more insidious than usual.

“Beel!” You can’t help but cry out his name in shock, which causes him to jolt upright -- with intestines still hanging from his mouth. Oh, you were going to be sick …

“MC … sorry, Lucifer always says I need to work on my table manners … “ He gulps down what was left hanging, but his eyes widen when it registers just who caught him in the act. “Oh, uh, guess that’s not the point, huh … “ He sheepishly wipes at his mouth with some torn cloth that you can only assume came from his victim, standing up and walking around to block your view of the mangled body. “I’ll clean this up, and then … well, we can do whatever you want to do. Sorry, MC …”

BELPHEGOR

You’re looking around for where Belphegor could possibly be napping. Beelzebub had to go to Fangol practice and asked that you make sure his twin got home, as he had seemed even more tired today than usual. He’s not in the Western Courtyard, so you head to the Southern Courtyard next. You think you remember him saying that was one of his favorite spots…

You perk up as you spot the ever-familiar cow patterned pillow, but you fail to see the demon that was usually attached to it. Peering around the area, worry starts to set in -- and then you hear a scream. It certainly didn’t belong to Belphegor, but the gears in your mind start turning and you run to where the scream came from. Of course, no one else was around here -- it wasn’t the busiest area on campus in the first place. Turning a corner, you see just what you feared -- Belphegor had his claws at another demon’s throat, his barbed tail wrapped around their body and squeezing them tight. You feel weak, the scenario a bit too close for comfort as you recall what he had done to you in the past.

“MC?” Belphegor turned to see you, his eyes wide. He must have sensed your presence at some point, or maybe your heart was pounding much louder than you realized. He drops the other demon, growling something you can’t make out to them, and then slowly approaches you. He sees you tense up, causing him to stop in his tracks. He averts his gaze, not wanting to meet your eyes as he tries to figure out what to say. “I just … had to deal with something. You … you can head on home first, if you want. I understand.”

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moralesispunk · 3 years

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Chapter One - Leaping the Wall

Gif credit @padfootwantsatummyrub

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Summary: You have never struggled with playing the role of a Princess before, walking with your head held high and able to talk to anyone placed in front of you. However, as you walk into the Great Hall and your eyes fall upon a mysterious guard you find yourself forgetting how to do both.

Warnings: none but this (along with the rest of my blog) is 18+

Words count: 3.8k (a shorter chapter to start with!)

A/N: a few of you on the Pero tag from the last fic asked to be moved across to this new fic but if you would like removed just let me know!

The King's hall was the grandest of all the rooms in the castle. Not only was it the largest, fit for balls that could host every lord and lady, baker and blacksmith, farmer and priest in the land, it was also decorated with the shiniest of golds and richest of reds.

With every step you took towards the the platform at the back wall, your shoes clicked loudly from echoing around the room. Your father was sat on the large throne, well suited to the chair that loomed over the rest of the room, sitting tall and confident as he gazed down at you and your brothers.

You had practiced your walk in this room since taking your first steps while your father gave advice to the people of the kingdom. You would come here at least once a week as a young girl, walking the length of the room over and over again as your Lady-in-waiting called to tilt your chin higher and hold your shoulders back further.

You had never understood why your father had wasted so many breaths on telling you that one of the most important things a Princess had to learn was a commanding walk; rolling your eyes as he told your Lady-in-waiting to have you practice another hour. It wasn’t until this very moment when you caught the attention of one of the guards that you were glad for all the hours spent holding your head high. You could feel his eyes on you more than any other in the room, as though his gaze sent a warmth straight to your chest. No matter how hard you forced your eyes to stay forward on your father you could not stop your head from turning towards the guard as he stood behind the throne.

He was a tall man with a chest covered in metal chainlink armour and legs hidden by dark leather trousers. He was the most intimidating man your eyes had ever seen, his hand resting on a sword by his side and eyes following your every movement. His eyes were dark, darker than the jet black hair that covered his head and was scattered across his face in a full moustache and stubble around his jaw. However, his most prominent feature was not his dark eyes or wicked scowl or even his nose that seemed to be carved from the very same stone that built the castle walls but the scar that ran down his left eye. It was a pale pink, weathered and no longer a fresh scar, but it still stood out against his tanned skin.

You almost lost your footing as you kept your eyes on his, the rise and fall of his chest the only proof that he was in fact a man and not a statue of a brave warrior.

When you reached the front of the throne you stopped and forced your eyes towards your father, bending one leg behind the other before you gently curtsied. Awaiting the wave of his hand you felt your breathing get heavier as your head was bent towards the ground, feeling the guard's eyes still on you and burying holes into the back of your neck. You father called your name and you stood back up, taking all your energy to force your eyes towards your father.

"Richard, Robert, you too," he called to your little brothers, although you were not sure you could still call them that as they stood much taller than you did now, "I wish for you to meet my new guards in light of the growing threat against Scotiae. William Garin of Ireland and Pero Tovar of Spain."

Pero.

The Irishman, William, bowed his head to you and your brothers before offering a playful wink and smile as he did so. The Spaniard did not move, his eyes staying on you as your father's hand waved towards him during the introductions.

"Should you have any worries about your protection, you can go to them. Richard, Robert, you are free to go, I have something to talk to your sister about in private."

Your brothers bowed again, a politeness only used in the presence of others. Behind closed doors your family differed from many other Royal families, especially since your mother had passed. You would hug and tell one another you loved each other. Your father would also let you sit in on your brother’s sword and archery lessons and made them go to your ballroom dancing lessons. He told you that as the eldest you had to know just as much as the men who ran the other Kingdoms and he would smirk at the reaction of whatever Lord was quickly shot down by your quick wit or battle tactics when they dared question them.

The other guards, minus Pero and William, left the room with your brothers. Once the large wooden doors at the front of the hall finally closed your shoulders relaxed and you ran up towards the stage.

"Papa," you quietly cheered as he stood and hugged you in his arms, "how was the hunt?" you asked as you pulled away.

"Magnificent," he sighed, sitting back in his throne while holding your hand as you stood in front of him, "the butchers seemed happy with the catch, we should only need another one before Winter comes."

"Good. So, you had something you wanted to talk to me about?"

"Yes," he sighed, his free hand reaching up to squeeze his nose between his eyes for a moment, "I am not getting any younger, this hunt proved far more difficult than any I have been on before. I do not want to leave you without a husband."

"Papa," you sighed, letting go of his hand and turning to face out into the hall so to avoid his gaze, "I do not want to be set up with some Lord I have never met who only wishes to marry me to rule this land. I want to marry for love, like you and Mother."

"Not everyone can be as lucky as we were, you are getting older and-"

"And what? A Lord will not want to marry me in another year? In five? I am not that old Papa," you rolled your eyes as you turned back to face him.

"Older than most other unmarried woman in this land," he pointed out.

"Yes but I am fortunate in that I do not need to marry for stability. I wish everyone could marry for love but if I am one of the lucky few who has that luxury would it not be foolish of me not to take that chance," you raised you eyebrows towards him.

You could not ignore the way the William was clearly enjoying the back and forth between you and your father as his eyes flashed between you both. You sent a wink his way and earned a chuckle in response before your eyes moved over to Pero. His face was not as light, the scowl still covering his face as he watched the conversation and it only hardened when he noticed the wink you sent his partner.

"Mr Garin, would you not agree with your King," your father looked over his shoulder.

"I certainly would not disagree with him, Your Highness," he bowed his head slightly, "but to marry for love, well… that is a luxury I would not pass up either."

Pero shot William a look you could not quite make out as William stood back to his position and you looked at your father.

"Give me one year, Papa, and then we can discuss again," you said, making a point of not promising anything more than revisiting this conversation.

"You are just like your mother," your father laughed before standing and bringing you into another hug, "I won’t be at dinner tonight, just you and your brothers."

"Of course Papa," you hugged back before walking back down to the main floor, "goodbye Mr Garin, Mr Tovar," you nodded back to the two men before walking off the platform.

As you walked out of the hall, the back of your neck burned as though a candle was being held near the skin. You tried to keep your head up and back straight but you could not stop the way your knees felt weaker with every step. You wished to find out more about the new, mysterious guard who had so little to say.

As you pushed the heavy wooden door open, you heard it knock against something followed by two muffled groans.

"Could you two be any more nosy," you put your hands out to help them both back to their feet.

"Father is worried you are going to become a spinster," Richard joked as he stood up fully.

"If I were you I would be worried that as soon as I am married he will be working on setting you two up next," you started walking down the hall.

"Well, we still have at least a year to worry about that, let's hope you manage to get someone to fall in love with you by then," your youngest brother Robert teased and you punched his arm, "More pressing, the two new guards? Perfect opportunity for a sneak out tonight," he rubbed his arm.

"You in?" Richard turned to you.

"Do I ever say no?" you laughed before the three of you reached the split in the hall.

You headed down to your quarters, your mind drifting back to Pero as you walked through the long hall. There was something about him but you weren't quite sure what. His friend - or partner - seemed friendly, objectively attractive and a little flirty, but Pero. He was border-line rude, rough around the edges, stared straight into your soul without so much as blinking, but you could not stop the attraction to him. There was something tying you to him from the moment you walked into the hall.

As you walked into your chamber, your lady-in-waiting Maria was filling your bath with hot water from the pot over the fire. Your chamber was lighter than all the other rooms in the castle, most of them covered in deep reds and purples. However, as you were scared of the dark when a little girl your father had your walls painted white, having the gold mirrors and wooden furniture as decoration letting the moon light up the room more.

"I heard your father has two new guards?" Maria's voice called from the fire.

"News travels fast," you laughed as you sat on the edge of your bed.

"Handsome?"

"One is definitely your type, from Ireland I think my father said," you giggled and lay back on the bed, letting your legs dangle off the side.

"An Irishman," she sighed, reaching for your hands and helping you stand to untie the back of your dress and corset, "and the other?"

"He's- he’s-"

"You're blushing!" she turned you to face her.

"I am not," you gasped as you stepped out of your skirts, "he was very handsome. Intimidating and has a scar down one eye," you traced over your own eye to show Maria where it was, "but very-"

"Handsome, you said" she laughed, helping you in to the bath.

The water splashed over the edge as your sank your body down to the bottom, letting the water that was borderline too hot wash over your skin. You closed your eyes for a moment, sighing as the warmth enveloped you as it washed the day away.

"Enough about the new guards. My brothers are planning to sneak out and go to the Inn tonight, will you join?" you leaned your arms on the side of the tub to look up at Maria.

"I heard the sailors have docked for the night," Maria tilted your head back and poured the water over your hair, running her fingers through your locks to untangle any knots.

"So, that is a..?" you trailed off.

"Yes!" she laughed and your shoulders shook.

"My father is retiring to his chambers early. We can leave as soon as the sun sets," you closed your eyes and began to drag a soap soaked cloth over your body.

After looking our your clothes, finding a white and grey dress that came to your mid-calf and tying your hair back in a cloth, you sighed as you sat on your bed to slip your feet into thick socks and boots. You knew you were lucky, the colourful wardrobe in the corner of the room one that many women dreamed of owning. It was full of dresses in all colours - from bright blues to deep purples, dark greens to rich reds. As you sat on the edge of the bed in clothes much plainer and more comfortable, you let your body stretch out without the usual restriction you suffered.

"So much easier to sit and breathe without the tightest corset on," you sighed.

"Oh the pain of a princess," Maria laughed and pulled you to your feet, "where are your brother's eating tonight?"

"Probably stealing from the kitchen before it reaches my father's chambers," you steered Maria out of your room and towards the kitchen, knowing you were going in the right direction when you heard your brother's laughs and the shouts from Mrs Berry the cook who was no doubt chasing them around the kitchen.

"Aren't you a bit old to be acting like this," you said as you opened the doors to the kitchen.

"Mrs Berry loves it," Richard replied, hopping up on the counter with a bowl of stew in his hand.

"Keeps her entertained," Robert finished, jumping up next to him.

"You're lucky I love you kids. There are two more bowls up there, and if you wash them once you're finished I won't tell your father I seen you," Mrs Berry winked at you.

"Thank you," the four of you called back as she carried a tray out of the kitchen, full of food most likely for your father.

"So, did she tell you about the new guards," Richard turned to Maria.

"Yes, she told me a little about the Irish one and a lot about the Spaniard," Maria laughed as she spooned some stew into her mouth, making you roll your eyes.

"William and Pero," you corrected her.

"I wouldn't mind being caught sneaking out by William but I think Pero would stab me," Robert laughed.

"Are we done now?" you interrupted, pulling a cloak over your dress as you walked to the back door, ignoring the teasing that came from behind you as you walked into the cool Autumn eve.

Sneaking out was easiest through the kitchen, the walls not as guarded at this side of the castle to make it easy for the staff to come and go. You and your brothers learned this in your early years of sneaking out, getting caught many a time trying to run behind a cart through the main gates before quickly being dragged back in by the ears. Outside the kitchen, there was only a small wall to climb before you reached the streets of the Kingdom.

Richard and Robert helped you and Maria over, letting you stand on their bent knees before swinging your legs over, before pulling themselves up to follow once you were safely down on the other side. You held the cloak that bit tighter around you as you weaved through the streets towards the Inn, the wind whistling down the narrow streets. Maria ran up beside you and linked your arms as Robert and Richard followed closely.

"Wonder if the sailors are there yet," her eyes lit up as the Inn came into sight.

"Sounds like it," you laughed as the shouting and singing poured into the street when the Inn door opened ahead.

You ran up to catch the door before it closed again and were glad to spot a free table near the back. You and Maria moved through the busy floor, apologising for every drink you almost knocked or toe you stepped on, while your brother's went to the bar. With the many bodies and candles to light the room it was a lot warmer in here than in the cold streets and so you quickly shrugged the cloak off your shoulders, taking Maria's as well and hanging them up on the hooks behind you.

While waiting on your brother's to bring back some drinks, you and Maria scanned the room looking at the visitors to the city. Your eyes landed on two bodies in the corner, wearing much darker clothes than the rest of the sailors. You squirmed in your seat to get a better look and soon noticed the familiar scar that ran down one of the men's faces.

"Shit," you hissed, turning your face away from them.

"What?"

"William and Pero, my father's new guards, at the bar," you explained.

Maria sat up taller in her seat, searching for them as you cowered lower.

"The blonde one is my type," she laughed, turning back to you.

You noticed your brothers walking back to the table and quickly pulled them down to the two other seats facing away from William and Pero.

"Wha-"

"Your father's guards," Maria explained, nodding towards the bar.

"Just our luck," Richard sighed handing the beers to you and Maria.

The four of you decided to stay, hoping they wouldn’t see you amongst the busy bar. After a few sips of beer, the others were soon forgetting about your father's guards and their laughs began to grow louder and louder, rivalling the many sailors in the room. You couldn't quite concentrate on their conversation as Robert and Richard bickered about which one of them the barmaid had been flirting with. Instead, your mind wandered back to Pero at the bar with your eyes looking up to search for him every other second.

He sat scowling at the bar and you began to wonder whether his face knew how to make any other expression. Every so often, William laughed and patted Pero on the back and he would roll his eyes before taking another drink. You watched as his Adam's Apple bobbed when he swallowed, finding your mouth getting dry and reaching for your own drink every time he did.

When you looked up at him this time, his head had already started to turn to look around the room. You couldn’t move your gaze away quick enough before his eyes landed on you. You were stuck, unable to peel your eyes away from his as you held your breath, waiting to see who would move first.

Pero did, but not before letting his eyes stare deep into yours without so much as blinking for a moment that went on forever while the buzz of the bar seemed to grow silent. He quickly stood from the bar, walking through the crowd while being followed by a questioning William before stopping in front of your table. His face was still covered in a scowl as he placed his beer on the table between your brothers.

"Shit," Richard breathed, looking up at Pero and William.

"Oh," William laughed, noticing why Pero had stood so suddenly from the bar, "sneaking out?" he pulled a chair round to sit next to Maria, grabbing another for Pero to sit by his other side… which was also happened to be by your side.

The four of you gave each other questioning glances for a moment, wondering why instead of throwing you and Maria over their shoulders and grabbing Robert and Richard with their free hand before bustling you back to the castle, the two guards had now joined you at the table. Before you could silently question any further, William introduced himself and Pero to Maria, Pero only giving a grunt and nod in her direction before looking back around the room.

The conversation went back to normal, you along with your brothers and Maria thankful that neither of the men had decided to drag you back to the castle just yet. The only ones not joining in the conversation were you and Pero. He didn't seem like the talking type and so appeared at peace sitting back and letting his eyes roam around the room but your voice had been lost, unable to even think about talking as you could feel the heat coming from him as your arms almost touched with how close your chairs were.

As you tried to steady your suddenly very shaky hands while reaching for your glass, a sailor wandered up to your table, stinking of ale and bumping into tables and chairs as he went. He tried for your attention as he placed a hand over yours and leaned down to whisper something in your ear that you didn't quite catch as you were too busy trying to ignore him. Pero looked around, his eyes catching yours again and noticing how you shuddered away from the sailor's touch.

"I think you should stop bothering the lady," Pero's voice was quiet but commanding as his eyes moved to the man next to you.

It was the first time you had heard his voice and even though it was harsh as he spat his words to the sailor, you were hanging off every word, wanting to hear him talk more to listen to the beauty he carried in each word.

"She doesn't have a problem with it, do you?" the man nudged your shoulder and you pulled away.

"You think that because she is too polite to say otherwise. I will only say it one more time, stop bothering the lady," Pero hissed.

The sailor pulled back, raising his hands in surrender as he walked away from the table. You watched him leave before turning to thank Pero but his head was already back facing straight ahead.

Not much later, Robert's head was nodding to sleep as he tried to finish the beer in his hand while Richard and Maria were talking far too loud for being in such a crowded space. You winced every time the barmaid turned her head towards your table, the last thing you wanted was to be thrown out and your father to put you and your brothers on night watch to stop from sneaking out again.

"How about we head back?" William said noticing your look, standing and grabbing your and Maria's coats from the hooks behind you.

"No," Maria moaned but still standing to let William place the cloak over her shoulders.

You let William move round the table and place a cloak over your own shoulders, thanking him with a nod before noticing how he looked at Pero while sending a wink your way. While Pero stood back and watched, his scowl looking that bit harsher now, as William managed to wrangle your two little brothers out of the Inn. The cold air whistled into the room as William opened the door, carting your brothers and Maria out before you and Pero walked behind the rest.

You tried to keep your head down and avoid Pero's eyes that were constantly moving back to you as you prayed that he wouldn’t tell your father about finding you tonight. Looked up, you found Maria leaning into William's side with their arms locked as she told a story about her mother loud enough for all the houses on the street to hear. You smiled and wrapped your cloak around you tighter but suddenly your foot caught on the uneven cobbles and you tripped forward. You couldn't unwrap your arms quick enough and so closed your eyes preparing to hit the hard concrete but the fall never came. Two strong hands were wrapped around your waist and held you from the ground, keeping you steady for a moment before lifting you back to full height.

No one else had noticed your trip, the group a lot further ahead as you opened your eyes with Pero was staring back at you, the scowl still firmly on his face as he looked down at you to make sure you hadn't been hurt.

"I-I," your words failed you again as you stared up at him and he rolled his eyes before letting you go.

"Be careful, Princesa," he tutted before marching on again.

It took you a moment to get your feet moving and as you waited you watched him get closer to joining the group. When he reached William you managed to find your voice, whispering a thank you into the air and hoping the wind would carry it far enough for him to hear. Just as you put your first foot forward, Pero’s head began to turn to look over his shoulder. His eyes caught yours and you swore they were lighter than before.

There were crinkles by the side of his eye and a dimple on his cheek next to where his lips had turned up to a small smile, but just as quick as it was there it was gone as he turned back to look at the street ahead.

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the-chicken-or-the-banana · 3 years

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i had an idea i would love to see from your perspective (you're so good at andreil oh my god) if you wanted to write some stuff about it? i always wondered how andrew reacted when he first found neil missing after the binghampton game (starts pg 235 in the king's men). thoughts? (-- the ttyl blog <3)

omg i literally finished re-reading that scene before seeing your ask skjflsj ~ i hope you like this ! (i'm just realizing that i barely followed ur request and just rambled a lot but that's FINE 😬)

read it on ao3 here :)

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Andrew walked in line to the bus with the rest of the Foxes, mind going a million miles an hour behind his impassive expression.

"Thank you," Neil had said, eyes truer than Andrew had ever seen them. "You were amazing."

Andrew wasn't such a fool for Neil Josten that he couldn't figure out there was something more happening under the surface, something bigger than just an Exy shutout, that he wasn't telling anyone. Something forcing truth out of him.

Neil looked scared.

Apparently, no one else received the memo, because behind him, Matt Boyd kept kicking at Andrew's heels and Andrew could nearly see the nosy smile on Reynold's face. Boyd's voice was drowned out by the cacophony of both jeers and shouts of approval coming from all around them, but he had no doubts that Boyd was fishing for information surrounding his and Neil's "not this" to settle a bet of some sort.

Andrew didn't really care. He was more focused on leaving Binghamton, getting some answers out of Neil, and then kissing him senseless.

Of course, Andrew had no plans to tell Neil of that last item on the list, but he was sure he (and everyone else, apparently) knew anyway.

Maybe not Nicky, though. For all his cousin boasted about having an "incredible gaydar," he tended to be a bit clueless about Andrew.

Andrew's eyes were unfocused, gazing at the bounce of Neil's red curls while his thoughts wandered around nothing at all.

Nothing? his mind mused unhelpfully. Or Neil? Or is that one in the same now?

Shut up, he huffed internally. I hate him.

Lost in his head, it was only until he heard a pained curse from Aaron that he jerked straight and saw the world burning around him.

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Andrew's vision went red.

He nearly would have broken out of line and straight into the tidal wave of rioters had he not noticed the police trying to push back the crowd. He had never trusted the pigs, but Andrew supposed he could let them handle the mess until he'd gotten a chance to check on Aaron at the bus.

He had nearly fooled himself with that thought when an ice cooler sailed through the air and missed Danielle's face by an inch. An enraged shout came from Andrew's right, and he could feel the familiar heat of adrenaline in his stomach that always came when he and Renee sparred.

There was going to be a fight.

No sooner than he had that thought, the crowd around him exploded into madness, nearly running the Foxes over. Andrew may have been ready to throw some punches, but he was not at all prepared for the onslaught of unfamiliar bodies piling on him. Moving around him. Touching him.

Andrew couldn't breathe.

He lost sight of Neil's head in the mess, hoping one of the security guards would bring Neil to safety while Andrew tried to ground himself. What had Bee taught him?

What is your name? Andrew Minyard.

How old are you? 20 years old.

What is upsetting you? Hands. Everywhere.

Can you do something about it? Yes. I can move now.

He felt the glancing blow of someone's elbow on his face, nearly hitting his eye. It was sure to bruise later, but for now, the sharp pain mixed with Bee's words were enough to shake Andrew out of his stupor.

He ducked to the left, neatly missing a thrown shoe and was grateful to his limited stature for once. He kept an eye out for a flash of red, the glint of blue eyes, but seeing that Neil was nearly as short as Andrew himself, the effort was futile.

He'll be fine, Andrew thought. Find Nicky, Aaron, and Kevin, and get to the bus.

To his surprise (or maybe not), Andrew found Reynolds trading fierce blows with someone twice her size, Renee at her back. He caught Renee's glance and she gave him a firm nod of reassurance.

He nodded back, already swiveling to find the rest of his group.

After a few minutes, he spotted Nicky and Kevin huddled together, slowly moving to the edge of the crowd. He caught up and grabbed Nicky's wrist, who jerked away and reared his hand back for a punch before realizing it was Andrew.

Despite it all, Andrew felt a thrum of satisfaction. A few years ago, Nicky had let people beat him down over and over again. At least now he was learning to fight back.

"Oh thank god," Nicky cried, catching Kevin's attention, before his eyes widened. He reached out, remembering himself at the last second. "Andrew... your face, what happened?"

Andrew shrugged. He'd been through worse.

Nicky looked like he wanted to say something, but Kevin cursed loudly and began pushing out of the sea of bodies with renowned vigor.

"It's getting more violent and more people are joining," Kevin said, voice strained. "We need to get out and regroup at the bus."

"Aaron?" Andrew asked. Nicky glanced around a few moments before pointing to his right.

"There!" he exclaimed, and motioned to Kevin to go in that direction. Kevin nodded and they made their way over to Aaron, who was ducking under beer bottles and was nearly smacked in the face by a PSU banner.

"Aaron!" Kevin called, and Aaron's shoulders dropped with relief as he swerved a growing fight and made his way over to them.

Andrew scanned his brother quickly and, after seeing no visible injuries, motioned to start back towards the parking lot. They made their way over to the bus and found Boyd and Danielle standing, the former looking like he'd just lost a fight with a mountain lion.

Danielle was gripping his arm as Abby tended to his wounds, but Andrew heard her say he might need to go to the hospital for the more serious injuries. Boyd looked pained at the thought, but when he glanced up and caught Andrew's eye, he smiled and waved them over.

"Andrew, here," Abby said, noticing his injury. He took an ice pack from her and glanced around.

"Where's Neil?" he asked, choosing to ignore the suggestive look between Boyd and Danielle. Abby shrugged and opened her mouth before her eyes caught on something behind Andrew and she waved.

Andrew turned around to find Renee and Reynolds walking proudly towards them. Reynolds had a mosaic of bruises all over her, and Renee was holding her wrist precariously.

Abby sighed and began treating them as Wymack rounded the front of the bus and finally found his team.

Not the whole team, a ringing voice said in Andrew's head. Neil isn't here yet.

Which was odd, no? He had a security guard in front of him, surely he would have made it here first? Perhaps Wymack had seen him and taken him somewhere. Maybe he was already safe in the bus and Abby hadn’t noticed him.

Andrew pushed past Danielle and boarded the bus, walking the length of it but not finding a loudmouthed striker in its shadows. His stomach became knotted with a curious feeling he slowly identified as dread.

Andrew was at the door of the bus again. He looked at Wymack.

"Where. Is. Neil." he demanded. He saw Wymack's confused expression and before he even said anything, Andrew felt his heart stop.

"I don't know. I thought he was with you."

Reynold's knowing smirk gave way to uncertainty as the rest of the Foxes quieted. There was silence for a moment. Two.

Then Andrew threw his ice pack on the floor and raced back into the heart of the riot.

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He ignored the shouts coming from behind him, his mind an endless loop of Neil, Neil, Neil, is he safe, has he been hurt, he was supposed to be nothing, NEIL

After a few minutes of searching and more than a few near punches, the police finally regained some control over the situation and Andrew was able to scour the grounds for any hint of where Neil might be.

He saw the racquet first. The duffle bag was a few meters away from it.

Numbly, Andrew picked up both items, grabbing Neil's phone as it fell from the netted side pocket.

0, it said.

Andrew felt a piercing emptiness when he saw Neil's things without their rightful owner beside them.

He slowly walked back to the Foxes' bus, head pounding but unable to really register the dwindling fight behind him. And when the Foxes finally came in view, he saw the confusion on their faces when they saw no Neil walking with him.

Andrew mentally ran through everything that he knew. Neil was scared. He was running from someone, someone Kevin knew about? A zero on his phone from an unnamed number — a countdown, perhaps. He would never leave his things unattended, so maybe he wanted to tell Andrew he had been taken unwillingly, knowing that Andrew would never leave without him.

There was something he was missing, some vital piece of information that Neil hadn't told him that was causing this mess.

The guilty look on Kevin's face told Andrew everything he needed to know. He knew something.

He dumped Neil's things on the ground by Wymack's feet, mentally assessing himself. His cheek throbbed, each breath he took was sticky with sweat, his heart was pounding.

Neil was gone.

Andrew felt such a blind hot rage at that, the likes of which he hadn't felt in so long, the type where he felt like laughing at how cruel the world could be.

And before he could tell his body to stop, Andrew's hands were around Kevin's throat.

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"Shit Andrew! You're hurting— " "Andrew, stop— " "Get off of— "

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Andrew couldn't remember what happened after that, not immediately at least. It was a bit disorienting, going from a perfect recollection to being so overrun by anger that his mind went blank. Was this how everyone else felt all the time? He felt like someone just took out a Jenga piece from his mind, like it was close to collapsing.

Distantly, he recalled being yanked off of Kevin as he gasped some explanation about a mob boss, Kengo's right hand man, Nathaniel Wesninski. But none of it mattered. Andrew had broken his promise. He had hurt the person he had vowed to protect, just like so many had done to him.

And he still didn't have Neil.

«««———»»»

Neil used to make the emptiness a bit fuller, a bit easier to manage, Andrew thought. It felt so impossible to navigate himself now without Neil by Andrew's side.

«««———»»»

There was a hospital. A hotel. There were FBI agents. The news turned on. Off. On. There was another hotel. Handcuffs. Taken away.

«««———»»»

There was Nathaniel Neil. Standing in front of him. Blue eyes, wild hair, bandages unable to hide how irresistible he was, unable to stop the jolt in Andrew's heart.

There was Neil. And everything felt right again.

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Here is my little drabble for Writer Wednesday @autumnleaves1991-blog @clydesducktape

Armitage Hux x GN!Reader

Warnings: Soulmate Au. This is me, angst. Pain. Mentions of an accident.

Word Count: 1541

Soulmates. Everyone wants one, everyone wants to find that extra special person they spend the rest of their life with but it’s so difficult when all you have to go on is the last words they ever say to you tattooed on your body. You had poured over yours for years wondering what it meant, everyone had this vision of spending their whole lives with the right person but fate never worked out that way. You’d given up anyway, everyone was destined to meet their soulmate at some point, it was just a case of when.

You stared at the tin of soup in your hands, you hated shopping. No one told you as an adult you’d have to feed yourself at least once a day if not more and you’d have to think about it and cook it. Every. Damn. Day. The sound of the tin hitting the bottom of your basket rang out loudly and you looked up hoping not to have disturbed anyone in the quiet shop. There was only one other person near you, a tall gentleman smartly dressed in a suit and he certainly looked too well put together to be shopping here. You looked back at the shelf but the urge to look at him more was almost overwhelming and you ducked your head, turning slightly so you could see him out of your peripheral vision. His shoes were smart and shiny, his suit a rich black, the shirt crisp and white creating the perfect contrast. He shifted slightly and you got a good look at his profile, high cheekbones and light green eyes that were looking at you. He was looking at you. Oh shit. Embarrassment made you feel hot and uncomfortable so you quickly walked round to the next aisle, standing in front of the fridge of ready meals and hoping it would cool you down. You grabbed a lasagne and dumped it in your basket trying to think of what else you needed but nothing was coming to mind.

“Hi.” You flinched and looked up momentarily speechless. His bright red hair fell over his brow, his eyes were intense as they looked at you, a slight smirk tugged at his pink lips and you found yourself thinking he was the most gorgeous person alive.

“I…um….oh….sorry….hi.” You muttered, feeling the heat creep under the skin on your face wishing the floor would open up and swallow you whole.

“Can I…?” He pointed at the meals you were blocking from him and realisation washed over you.

“Oh! Yes of course…sorry.” You sidestepped and watched as he reached across you to retrieve a packet of Macaroni cheese. He was close enough to smell and you couldn’t help but breathe him in, the brush of his jacket swiped your arm making goosebumps race over your skin and you shivered slightly. “Good choice.” His head turned to you and you wished you could just keep your mouth shut but when you felt uncomfortable you always spouted nonsense. And now you felt you had to talk yourself out of this. Your eyes rose to meet his amused gaze and before you knew it you were babbling. “I mean I like that meal too…I chose a lasagne today though. I hate cooking, it’s such a chore. I mean…I’m not being nosy…sorry I ramble…..” You were drowning in air. What was wrong with you? You shifted the basket to your other arm and stuck your hand out offering your name. To your surprise he took it, his skin smooth and soft but his handshake was firm and sure in your grip.

“I’m Armitage. Armitage Hux.”

“Hi,” you breathed, caught up in the open expression on his face as his eyes studied your features. You snapped your hand away, realising you've been holding it for far too long. “I haven’t seen you here before. I mean not that I make a point of scouting the men that come in here, it’s just….” You gestured to him. “You kind of stand out. In a good way!” You almost yelled, your eyes wide. You couldn’t believe he hadn’t walked away yet, just standing here looking at you holding his macaroni cheese and sandwich.

“I haven’t seen you here before either.”

“Oh. Oh.” You didn’t know what to say, a numbness was creeping over your brain and it was making you feel sluggish and even more stupid.

“Have you lived in this area long?” He asked. He wanted to keep the conversation going. You raised an eyebrow in surprise expecting him to run in the opposite direction long ago.

“A while, the days just kind of all slip into one another, what with work and then coming home to an empty flat and cooking.”

“You live alone?” He enquired.

“Oh I mean I have like 6 housemates and they’re all burly body guards….you’re not a murderer are you?” His laugh was loud and rich and you smiled nervously.

“No I am not, sorry I was trying to deduce if you were single or not.” Oh.

“I am so very single…” you murmured.

“Then you wouldn’t say no if I asked you out to dinner?” Your brain stuttered, your thoughts scattering, fleeing, leaving you utterly thoughtless and your mouth opened but no sound came out. “You know, what with you hating cooking and all….” He trailed off. “You can say no…”

“No! I mean yes! I mean I’d like that.” You smiled slightly as the nerves twisted your stomach into a million knots. “I hate cooking so, yes. I would really like that.” He smiled and it changed his whole face softening that intense demeanour he had just moments before.

“What do you like to eat? I’ll let you pick the restaurant.”

“Oh, I am so indecisive….” You looked him over again and realised you were judging where he’d like to go by the way he was dressed. He could like a greasy burger from a fast food joint for all you knew. “Somewhere that does chips?” He nodded.

“That’s good, I like chips too.” You smiled shyly as he looked at his watch, his mouth pulling down in surprise. “Damn I need to go, my meeting started 5 minutes ago.”

“Wait!” You dug around in your bag quickly scribbling your number down. “Here, otherwise knowing my luck we’d never find each other again.”

“I promise I’ll message you as soon as I can!” You followed him to the tills, noticing he placed your number in the pocket inside his jacket and a warm sensation began to expand through your chest. He paid and turned to you. “Enjoy your lasagne for a family of five. I’ll be seeing you,” he breathed close to your ear with a smirk and you rolled your eyes.

“You bet I will!” You called after him. Both of you smiled at one another before the door closed after him. You frowned, something he said made your mind race.

“Miss, are you ready to pay?” Said the cashier but you didn’t hear her as a cold sensation ran through your body, the basket crashed to the floor at your feet, falling from your numb hands. Everything was muted, like your ears were stuffed with cotton wool, your hands shook as you pulled back your sleeve to see the words scribbled on the inside of your wrist:

I’ll be seeing you.

“No….” You were aware someone was trying to talk to you but all you could think of was to get to Armitage. Your legs moved but they were slow, too slow. The door to the shop opened and you saw him stop in the middle of the road, looking down at his wrist. You wanted to shout at him, scream his name but your throat had closed up. He turned to look at you, his eyes meeting yours and you saw the realisation dawn on his face. He took a step towards you, his mouth open to say something when a waft of air ruffled your hair and he wasn’t there anymore. The screech of tyres rendered the air around you, tears already sliding unbidden down your cheeks. People shoved past you, voices rose in panic but you didn’t register any of it. He had been right there, just seconds ago. His red hair glinting in the sun, his green eyes full of concern for you. But he was the one who had been taken. You flinched as your wrist burned, the writing of the last thing your soulmate would ever say to you began to fade. Everything about him was being erased making your heart flutter in your chest. It pained you to think your soulmate had been around all this time and as soon as you met him, a cruel twist of fate took him from you. Turning away from the accident you found your feet moving, leading you down an alleyway where you stumbled. Your legs gave way and you fell to your knees as the pain of your soul splitting in half engulfed you. A cry ripped your chest echoing against the walls heightening the anguish you were feeling to an almost unbearable pitch. He had been right there…and now he was gone.

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it-was-all-a-beautiful-dream · 3 years

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Silva Lining (Saul Silva x reader) Chapter 4

Warnings: mentions of gore

Word count: 1.3k

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Honestly, you hadn’t meant to follow Bloom passed the barrier and back to earth. You were too caught up in your sleuthing to realise where she was going. After you had hurriedly left Saul’s office, you noticed Bloom, sneaking around and heading off in the direction of the woods. So naturally, you followed her.

Maybe you should stop being a detective and think about self preservation, where you ended up wasn’t fun. Both of you ended up on earth, exiting through some sort of warehouse, she still didn’t know you were behind her, trying to stay invisible. You watched as she went to her house, phoned her parents, then headed back to the abandoned building where it looked like she sometimes stayed. You knew all too much about sleeping rough. It was then you had decided to come out of hiding, sit with her, at first she was annoyed you had followed her, second she apologised profusely for what she’d said about being a changeling, which was interrupted by you telling her to shut up. There was a burned one. To cut the long story short, you ran for your lives, in the meantime Bloom losing Stella’s ring, which Stella would be pissed about. Luckily, Farah turned up and used her powers to subdue the creature and bam, the rest…. isn’t pleasant.

Saul was pissed. Farah was pissed. Ben was pissed. But Saul.. was PISSED. Not even an hour ago he’d made you promise him not to go into the woods and you went and did it straight away. You did plead your case, explaining that you were going after to Bloom to make sure she was safe, two fairies were better than one, at least that’s what you told them, you were just nosy and annoyed.

You were surprised when they actually let you off with only a slap on the wrists. Bloom’s semi-breakdown swaying their punishments. Saul had given you one last pissed off look before you retreated and ran back to the comfort of your dorm room.

Stella, was also pissed. The ring, the burned one had taken it and you didn’t know how you were going to get it back. So imagine your surprise when it turned out Farah had decided to keep the deadly monster subdued in an old barn just outside the barrier. Not something you’d want to keep as a pet but each to their own. You were only trying to enjoy your lunch, in peace when your friend Stella and Sky came to you with a plan to get the ring back. Naturally you were roped into the plan too. Then so was the rest of your dorm. It would be a family outing *Insert eye roll here.* You just hoped you got there before Silva did with the warriors from Solaria or Stella really would be in trouble.

You hadn’t seen Saul at all the next morning, his disproving look burned in your memory from a couple of nights before. It was one of those annoying times where he had to be sexy warrior Saul instead of your boyfriend. So off he was with the fighters, while you and your roomies prepared for the walk in the woods. You weren’t too nervous, Terra had told you all that her dad had been keeping the monster sedated with Zambak, so it should basically be sleeping. It would be a straight forward case of getting the ring and getting out of there before the guards showed up to transport the beast… or so you thought.

It was empty. The barn, nothing in sight. While everyone else was worried that a fairy killing monster was on the loose, Stella was still moaning about her mothers ring, and Bloom was wondering around aimlessly. You walked with Musa outside for some air, when she stilled, then bent over in pain. “Somethings wrong.” You looked around for any signs of, well, anything… “Theres so much pain.” You bent down next to her, Terra, Aisha and Stella by your side now. It was at that point you happened to look towards a clearing in the woods when you saw it. Bodies, blood, decapitated soldiers strewn across the forrest floor like lawn ornaments. Then Saul.

“Isn’t that Mr Silva?” Terra gasped and you were already running towards the man you loved. Terra and Musa followed and Aisha and Stella went to find bloom.

“Get back!” Saul was waving his sword around, pointing it directly at you. His eyes had started going black. You choked back a scream, Musa looked at you in alarm obviously sensing your worry and panic.

“Babe it’s me, look at me it’s your Y/N.” Musa gasped, but you didn’t care at this point.

“I know, but please, stay back, I don’t want to hurt you.” He had tears in his eyes. You focus your eyes on the air around him, your powers keeping his arms by his sides, making him drop the sword to the ground, making him still so Terra could give something to slow the deadly process that was caused by a Burned one.

You knew that Bloom, Stella and Aisha would be able to handle themselves. You had to get Saul back to the school for help. That way you’d also be able to send help to your friends who were somewhere in the woods. The walk would take too long, you didn’t want to prolong getting the help Saul needed.

“I have a way to get us back to the school quicker than walking.” Even in his shit state, Saul looked at you and growled out.

“No, don’t you da-dare, you’re not strong enough to do it yet, Farah told you so.” You shook your head, stray tears falling down your face.

“Y/N, what is he talking about.” Musa was standing a little away, the emotions all too much for her to handle.

“My abilities, they have no limit, from what i’ve been told. I have all of them, I can do anything. Farah was teaching me before school started. Theres limited texts on what it is I can actually do, there’s only one other fairy documented in history that’s like me and that was thousands of years ago… there was a short section about opening portals. Without any special ring, potion or spell. I just have to be strong enough to keep it open.” You stood, dusting off your jeans, you took a shaky breath, you were nervous. You had been practising opening and closing small portals. Transporting something as small as an apple from one part of the land to another. Even that had taken a lot of energy out of you, leading you to collapse multiple times, nose bleeds some of the times. You didn’t know what transporting 4 adults would do to you but you had no other choice.

“Just wait over by the tree okay, stand back.” Somewhere in the background you could hear Saul protesting but you tuned it out. You closed your eyes. The fear you felt for your soulmate powerful, you channeled the emotion through you, feeling the black tendrils of your magic seep from your fingers in waves. Terra gasped behind you. You focused, shaping the fog in your mind, creating a shimmering black hole. Your nose felt wet. You kept your eyes closed. “Go now! Get through, take Saul I’ll be behind you!”

Terra and Musa hooked Saul under his arms and dragged him through the black shape in the middle of the forest, disappearing into what seemed to be nothingness. You could feel your energy fading, blood stained your teeth and your eyes fluttered, before the portal closed, you threw yourself forward through it, landing the same place your friends had, in the middle of the school cafe, students all around, mouths hanging open in shock. You caught one last glimpse of others helping Saul, before your eyes closed and just like the portal, your world went black.

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vestigiallegs · 3 years

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If their roles were swapped: how would Sam fare as a psionic and Ike as a lycomorph? How would their lives, personality and outlook change?

I actually answered this same hypothetical on my old oc blog years ago! However, my answer was pretty general, and with the development PT has had since then I have a better idea of what the specifics would be now, I think. Incoming longpost.

SAM AS A PSIONIC

SITUATION: Growing up in Rietveld would appeal to Sam for some of the same reasons it appealed to Isaac. Baby Sam ABSOLUTELY would have appreciated being stolen from her birth family, taken out of contact with her shitty father, and raised in an environment with some semblance of stability. However, with her general temperament and attitude I don't think she would ever have the same level of emotional attachment to Rietveld that Isaac does. In his most bootlicker moments, Rietveld IS his family, and a genuine savior to people like him.

Sam wouldn't share that take.

She would feel that the Rietveld Academy is more of a necessary evil. An organization with a good mission statement and a bunch of power hungry dirtbags looking to co-opt it into their personal army (a pretty on-the-nose assessment).

Adapting to her new life would be harder for her than it was on Ike, as she is generally allergic to rules and strict schedules and conformity. She would be a lot of trouble as a new recruit, hideously uncooperative and generally looking for problems. Of course, when you deal exclusively with kidnapped children, you see this kind of behavior a lot, so she wouldn’t actually be anything the Academy wasn't prepared to handle. Eventually she would tucker herself out enough to become somewhat system compliant (but she would always be looking for discreet acts of rebellion that she could get away with).

As she got older she would feel torn between wanting to put as much distance between her and Rietveld politics as possible, and feeling an obligation to every other psionic to try and effect change where possible. She would decide the latter was the morally right thing to do, and end up going down a very similar career path to Ike. In general, she would make a lot of his same choices, she'd just be more conscientious about it.

Assuming she was as psychically talented as Ike is, she'd have a similar time rising through ranks, garnering some level of recognition, reaching a sort of smalltime celeb status in certain corners of Rietveld. Eventually, though, her career would come to a ceiling. While this Sam would have learned to hold her tongue now and then, she is terminally pushy and nosy, and there would come a point where her superiors just... didn't want her any closer to sensitive information. Her career would lose steam in a much less dramatic way than Ike’s, and though she would remain respected people’s attention would drift as she settled into the life of a cog.

From here I can see two options.

1. She gets disillusioned and leaves for Verdamt of her own volition, growing even more disgruntled with Rietveld once she’s living outside of the system. She lives her best life but feels bitter that Rietveld stole years of her life from her.

2. She stays in her position for years, becoming one of those “cool middle aged mentor who is in a position of authority but not a jackass about it and looks the other way if you break a rule that hurts nobody” type characters who dies in a story’s inciting incident, either after discovering something they shouldn’t have and/or getting mercilessly betrayed by someone obviously evil who they fully trusted for some reason (fitting for her).

PERSONALITY: Sam as you know her, but with a much larger vocabulary. She has strategically polished her personality to come off as more intentional, charming, and rascal-y in order to balance her innate desire to mouth off and backtalk with her need to function in Rietveld’s existing hierarchy. Unflappably confident. Could function as a D&D party’s face without getting them all killed.

Cuts her hair short, very clean cut style, doesn’t smell sweaty. No tattoos. Still missing an eye.

ISAAC AS A LYCOMORPH

SITUATION: Ike's regular life is already stressful enough, and he is emotionally equipped to deal with psionic problems, he is not emotionally equipped to deal with lycomorph problems like Sam is.

First things first: he spent his entire childhood being raised ("raised”) by Seymour. Seymour is a career lycomorph hunter who has spent years tracking his runaway feral werewolf wife with the intent to kill her. He ABSOLUTELY expects his sons to follow in his footsteps, and when they are older, he makes sure they do. He raises his sons telling them they are obligated to help in the mom hunt and that every person they let her kill is second hand their fault. Terry grows up going “haha sure okay dad (turns to Ike and makes the cuckoo sign at him)”, but Isaac takes this to heart because he is just... really susceptible to guilt tactics.

You can probably already guess how Isaac would get infected and how Seymour would react to this.

Isaac knows his father is an awful, terrible man, even more than usual since he was actually raised (”raised”) by him. He KNOWS it. Even so, he finds himself completely caught off guard. He really for real thought “my dad would never murder me” was really a boundary Seymour wouldn’t cross. Of course, he also knows (”knows”) he shouldn’t feel hurt about this either, because executing the infected just makes sense, you know...

So this sad, wretched dogman is probably just going to let Seymour kill him, but luckily Terry is a voice of reason AS ALWAYS and kills Seymour before he can (something Terry has always wanted to do anyway).

Isaac copes very badly with being a lycomorph. While Sam adapts to her new normal relatively quickly, everything about being a lycomorph repulses Ike. He doesn’t like the transformations, they’re inconvenient and he finds them disproportionately painful. He doesn’t like being a naked wolfman once the change is over with. He hates eating carrion. He develops a psychosomatic weak stomach and struggles to eat enough for a lycomorph because he can’t emotionally bring himself to eat sub-human-grade food because THAT’S GROSS.

Luckily, good ol’ dependable Terry is looking out for him. No, really. Terry looks out for him. Not very well, because this is Terry we’re talking about, but he’s giving it his all and making sure Ike doesn’t die. (What makes you think Terry wouldn’t be there for his only brother?)

PERSONALITY: Absolutely VIBRATING with anxiety. Imagine one of those excruciatingly fearful, huge bite risk dogs. That’s him. Really hung up on and over dramatic about being a monster. Out of touch with what he likes and wants because he repressed like 3/4ths of his personality to get along with dad.

Looks like regular Ike got lost in the woods for a week. Doesn’t wax. Shakes like a chihuahua.

#sam #ike #pt swap au

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wordsafterhours · 4 years

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Ticket to L.A. (2)

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3

Rowan hoped he looked completely charming to this girl and not like an idiot on the brink of a meltdown, which as exactly how he was feeling standing there, arm extended. This girl was breathtakingly beautiful—her golden hair and turquoise eyes with a gold center only helping her stand out even more.

The girl smiled, her full, pink bottom lip partially disappearing between white teeth as she reached out to grab his hand. “Consider me charmed,” she chuckled giving his hand a small shake. Ah, there’s that sound again. Gods keep it together man, Rowan lectured himself, forcing his hand to let go of hers.

“Is this seat taken?” Rowan asked while motioning to the chair next to her.

“No, it isn’t. Let me just move my bag.”

He gracefully slid into the seat, careful not to step on anything or bump into her. With as nervous as he was, it was a feat he hadn’t done something stupid. A quiet moment passed, and the girl arched her eyebrow at him, clearly indicating the ball was in his court.

“I, uh, hadn’t really thought past introducing myself,” he confessed. Glancing up, he could see a faint smile on her pink lips. Now being much closer, it was evident she spent time in the sun, as a light smattering of freckles graced her nose and cheekbones. The sound of her soft voice interrupted his not-so-subtle gawking.

“—where are you headed to?”

Before he could stop himself, Rowan answered, “Anywhere with you.” Mortification set in lightening quick and he could feel his ears burning. There was the something stupid he had tried so hard to avoid. This wasn’t a girl that you used a line on, he knew that from the moment he saw her. Hopefully, she’d find his confidence or idiocy, attractive.

“Rowan does that line usually work for you?” she quipped, amusement coloring her tone.

“I dunno, you tell me.”

She let out a small giggle followed by a simple maybe. With each new laugh, it was becoming more evident that he’d do anything to keep her laughing like that. Gods, what is wrong with me? I don’t even know this girl and I’m acting like a damn puppy.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything. I saw you pull your computer out and I wouldn’t want to keep you.”

“Oh, I need to reply to work emails and do a blog post, but honestly, I’ll probably have all night. Have you seen that storm on the radar? It’s nothing but red and yellow.” She turned her computer screen towards him. His green eyes roved over the screen and he couldn’t contain his grown.

“Tired of me already? It’s been what, five minutes?” she teased.

“Uh, no, it’s not that. You’re great—oh I mean this is great… oh Mala, I am just going to stop talking now.” If he hadn’t been blushing before, he definitely was now. Maybe she couldn’t see it as he was palming his face in embarrassment.

Rowan felt soft fingers tugging on his hand and gave into their force. Pine green eyes met turquoise and the corners of his mouth titled up without his permission. “I was only kidding, just relax… I don’t bite,” she advised with a wink.

“I’m trying, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone quite so beautiful,” he admitted softly, half hoping she wouldn’t hear him.

“I am pretty damn attractive.”

It was his turn to laugh, caught off guard by her comment. Confidence was hot and with each minute that passed, Rowan found himself more enchanted with this blonde woman. He would sell his own soul at this point for the chance to keep distracting her.

“You said you were supposed to be writing a blog post. What’s the topic?”

Aelin had laughed more in the last two hours than she had in months—her abs and face were actually hurting from it. Not only was Rowan smart, attractive, and passionate, he was funny. Working in L.A. had given her a new appreciation for genuine people and this man fit that description to a T.

It was now midnight and the storm actually seemed to be getting worse. Pouring rain beat against the large expense of windows that lined the terminal and occasionally, lightening lit up the sky enough that the pair could see the runways. Rowan had never said what flight he was on and she hoped it was this one. In the back of her head, she was trying to ignore the idea of dating this silver haired man.

Aelin took a long sip of her beer and decided to ask Rowan about his life. “So, now that we’ve done 3 hours of small talk, I’m going to be nosy. What do you do for a living, Rowan?”

“I work for a book publisher, trying to work my way up the totem pole to editor. I’ve been with Terrasen Publishing Co. for 3 years now. One of the books I helped just made the NY Times Best Sellers list.”

“That’s amazing!” Aelin gushed. “I love to read, but I haven’t had much time lately. You have to give me a list of book recommendations.” Studying for the LSAT and working full-time had taken up all of her spare time, but now that she was accepted into law school, she didn’t have to spend hours reading test prep books.

“Well since you’ve been nosy, I’ll return the sentiment in kind,” Rowan chuckled, the warm timber of his voice wrapping around her like a warm blanket. “Pray tell, what was eating up all your free time?”

“I was studying for law school and between working full-time and LSAT books, I barely had time to sleep. But I just got accepted into law school next spring, so I was here in NY visiting a friend to celebrate.” Honestly, Aelin had wanted to catch up on stuff in L.A. but Nehemia had insisted she come see the Big Apple and paid for the trip as a congratulatory gift.

“You’ll be a kick ass lawyer, I can already see it in just the short time we’ve been sitting here,” Rowan said warmly as he gently patted her knee. Aelin turned and took a big drink of her beer, trying to hide the fact her eyes were watering at his reassurance. It wasn’t like her to be so sentimental, especially where strangers were concerned, but it was different with him. She could feel it on a cosmic level not that she was ready to admit that.

With a sniffle disguised as a cough, Aelin angled her body back towards the man at her side, praying that her turquoise eyes weren’t rimmed red. Unfortunately, he did notice but as he opened his mouth to speak, a particularly large roll of thunder stopped him from questioning her.

“Well, I’d say it’s probably not safe to fly. Looks like you and I will be stuck here all night,” he declared with a smirk.

Gods, I could only be so lucky, she thought to herself as tentatively placed her head on his shoulder, willing to use the alcohol as an excuse if he said anything about her breach of personal space.

#rowan whitethorn #rowan #aelin #aelin galathynius #aelin ashryver #rowaelin fanfic #rowaelin au #drabble #tog fanfic #throne of glass #ticket to L.A.#one shot

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snarkwriteswrasslin · 4 years

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FFT: rough rider; zack ryder

Notes:

Another old one, buried deep on the archives of my blog. But, it was sent to me by @rampagewriting and it was me, attempting to write Zack Ryder, whom there is not much fic for at all. So, onto this blog it goes, to be preserved.

Summary:

Leia has herself a crush and she comes up with the perfect plan to get herself interacting with Zack. But what’ll happen when Zack picks up on what exactly Leia might be doing? Fluffy af. A little steamy, but not much.

Warning:

Uhh.. nada.

Pairing:

Zack Ryder x OFC, Leia

“What is your deal with him anyway? Why him? There are… so many better options around us. He’s Zack, I mean.. C’mon.” Carmella eyed her best friend as they did push ups. When Leia didn’t seem to hear her, Carmella cleared her throat loudly.

Even that didn’t do it. Leia’s eyes were firmly glued to the ring, where Zack Ryder and Curt Hawkins were currently sparring.

Well, maybe more goofing off than sparring.

Carmella rolled her eyes and tried another tac as she switched from push ups to crunches. “If you’re gonna stare at him, maybe ya walk over and say somethin’? I mean.. What have ya got to lose? Unless, of course, you’re afraid.”

“I’m not afraid, shh. He’s about to hit the Rough Ryder, I love this part.”

“Oh good lord, woman.” Carmella rolled her eyes and came to a full stop with her crunches, nudging her friend, nodding in Zack’s direction. “Go talk to him! Jesus.”

“The last time I tried to do that he looked at me like I’d grown three heads.. And all that came out when I tried was a fucking mouse squeak. We both know that’s not me. The timing isn’t right anyway..”

“Yeah? When will it be? Never? Takin a little risk now and then won’t kill ya, Leia.”

“No, but when it blows up in my face, which we both know it will, that’s a whole different story.”

“Look.. He ain’t my cup of tea. But he ain’t a jerk either. And lately, he’s kinda been just.. Drifting.”

“And?”

“Maybe you could give him a direction? Or at least somethin so he’s not always mopin around backstage.”

Leia mulled it over and she stared at the ring intently. She took a deep breath as she rose from the floor of the gym and started to make her way over. At first, she kept a decent distance from the ring, but she was leaned against a vending machine, sipping her bottled water and watching intently while her mind raced, tried to come up with some kind of clever plan.

It hit her then. She liked learning moves. Carmella had been teaching her a few lately. She worked backstage but she’d always just loved to grapple and spar.

As Zack and Curt were coming to a stopping point in their sparring session, Leia wandered over to the ring, propping against the apron, staring up at the two men.

As usual, Curt went into charmer mode, winking at her. “What can I do ya for, darlin?”

“Actually.. I was kinda hopin to talk to Zack.”

Zack eyed the petite brunette, curious. He pointed to himself after looking around, chuckling quietly. “About?”

“Well, I was.. Forget it, it’s dumb.” Leia shuffled her feet, tilting her head to the side as she twisted strands of hair around her fingertip and blatantly ignored her cell phone blaring Rob Zombie’s Children of the Grave cover from her pocket.

Carmella, being nosy and trying to ‘guide’ her as always. She’d even done this when they were kids.

She turned, fully intent on walking away, but Zack reached out, tentatively grabbing hold of her wrist to stop her. She turned back to face him and he stared down at her a few seconds, biting his lip. “No, what’d ya want?”

“Well, I was.. Umm.. I was wondering if you’d show me a few moves.. I mean..” she took a deep breath, why the hell wasn’t she more outgoing and less awkward? This had been so much easier when she played it out in her head and he laughed his ass off at her, sending her on her way. She’d never actually stopped to consider that he might actually hear her out.. Now he looked like he was seriously thinking about it and Leia had no idea what was going to happen next or how to handle it without looking like an awkward teenage girl with a crush or something.

Let’s be real, she thought to herself, you never honestly left that phase behind… and she blew at the hair that kept falling down into her eyes waiting on whatever he was going to say.

Zack eyed her and raised a brow. “You want me… to show you a few moves… In the ring?”

“That’s kind of what I asked.. Look, if you don’t wanna, just forget it. This was stupid. It sounded a lot better in my head. I should stick to dancing, gymnastics and yoga..” Leia was going to walk away, but Zack caught up to her, tapping her shoulder, chuckling when she turned around.

“Do you always run away like that? Because it makes it kinda hard to actually talk to you.”

“ I just thought you… I mean you were taking a while to answer..”

“ I will, okay?” Zack said it quick, probably too quick, and he found his eyes roaming over her slowly. He’d been into her for a while now, but he figured that if he were to approach her, she’d most likely laugh her ass off at any attempt made. So, it caught him a little off guard when she approached him first -and when she seemed really nervous about it. “What’d you wanna learn?”

“Anything, honestly. Just.. I don’t know? I didn’t think this out beyond asking if you’d show me a few moves.”

As soon as she said it, Zack noticed that her cheeks went bright pink, wait, was she blushing? He chuckled to himself, nodding to the ring.”C’mon.. We can do some easier stuff to start off with.”

“Oh, what? Afraid you might hurt little old me? I’m tougher than I look, Zack.” Leia moved closer, her hand resting palm down against his chest as she stared up at him with a challenging sort of smirk. Zack chuckled and bit his lip, smirking right back.

“Feisty, hmm?”

“A little, yeah.”

.. okay, good, now just keep opening up.. Leia coached herself as she stepped into the ring, bouncing on her toes. “You should know.. I took self defense and boxing as a kid.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Zack gave a laugh and stepped up closer , he started off with a bear hug, chuckling next to hear ear when she squeaked and that accent broke through heavily, “You ass! Warn a bitch next time!” but she managed to wiggle and squirm herself free and immediately went for a leg sweep.

Zack fell back against the mat, staring up at her, laughing. “You got me down, what are you gonna do now, hmm?”

While she was standing there, pondering about what she’d do, Zack was locking his arms around her knees and dragging her down to the mat. He reversed things so that she was on her back against the mat and she raised her legs, squeezing his hips, using her legs and thighs to manage to wrangle him back onto the mat, then she was on top, pinning his hands beside his head and he looked up at her, laughing.

“Okay, you’re quick and you’ve got moves. Keep it up, tiny and I’ll be teachin you the rough rider any day now..”

Leia was staring intently at his mouth and the second the reason why she actually might have asked Zack to show her a few moves clicked for him, he groaned quietly, tugging her down flat against him.

“Something tells me you had alterior motives, and it wasn’t to unlock the secret of my finisher.”

His lips brushed hers and she swallowed hard, her breath catching in her throat. She laced her fingers through his, staring up at him.

“I..”

“Cat got your tongue, tiny?” Zack’s hands dropped their hold on her hands and moved to rest on her hips since she now sat straddling them. He gave a squeeze and chuckled quietly, biting his lip as he looked up at her. “It’s just a simple question.”

“What if there is, Zack?”

He pulled her down a little so that she was leaned over him. Leia closed the distance between their mouths and he groaned quietly, parting his lips willingly. His hands slipped down from her hips, gripping her ass, rubbing her right against him and when she whimpered, her lips brushing right up against his, her tongue quick to dart out the second his lips parted for her, she felt his fingertips digging into her ass. “Fuck.”

It was unclear if he groaned it or she did, or they both did at the same time, but Zack’s tongue took dominance quickly, and when she rocked herself against him a few seconds in, he bucked up into her from below, a quiet and dark chuckle breaking through their heavy breathing. “Is that what you wanted?”

“It’s a start.” Leia felt bolder. Maybe it was Zack kissing back, maybe it was her finally being tired of holding back.Either way, now that the fire was lit… Zack sat up, Leia’s legs circling his waist. He tugged at her hair, a hand on the back of her head, cradling it, guiding her mouth back to his. His mouth strayed from hers, trailed down the side of her neck and she squeezed his sides tighter with her thighs. Zack growled into the kiss quietly. “A start, hmm? What else did you have in mind?” he broke the kiss so they could both catch their breath as he looked up at her expectantly, waiting on an answer.

“I.. actually didn’t think this all the way through.”

Zack snorted in laughter and cupped her jaw, making her look at him. “Did it work out the way you hoped?”

“Better, actually.”

#zack ryder fanfiction #zack ryder fanfic #zack ryder fic #zack ryder oneshot #zack ryder imagine #// look this is cute af #// and i have no regrets

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walkerismychoice · 5 years

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Queen of My Heart - Chapter 35

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Drake X MC, Liam X Olivia, Hana X OC Lydia

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Time to find out what was going on in Madeleine’s room.

A/N: Oh, look! I finally updated again. A shorter chapter but some resolution happens. Should be smooth sailing from here on on. Or maybe not.

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Word Count: 1268

Queen of My Heart Chapter Index

"So you really not going to tell me what that comment was about back there, Walker?" Riley poked Drake in the side and he flinched. She was getting to learn all of his ticklish spots and was not above torturing him.

Drake shrugged nonchalantly. "It's nothing really. Let's just say it involved too much whiskey on both our parts and a dare from Olivia. I have never had a desire to do it again, but he did have really nice, soft lips."

"Liam's lips are still nice and soft." Riley teased.

"That's enough out of you, Bennett. Just wait until I get you alone and make you forget all about him."

As they rounded the corner to the women's guest room wing, there was quite a commotion at the top of the stairs. It seemed as if the entire crew was up there. The show's host Chad flew past them, hair disheveled and his bow tie undone. A security guard followed quickly behind him.

"What the fuck is going on?" Riley said a little too loud but everyone seemed to preoccupied to notice.

Drake’s hand shot out protectively to hold her back. “Why don’t we wait out here until we know what’s going on. I’ll check with the rest of the team.

Drake got out his phone and Riley searched the crowd for anyone who seemed like they would could clue her in. Most of the party guests were downstairs, oblivious to the happenings on the second floor. She shifted to look around a group of grew members and saw Kat standing outside one of the guest rooms. She was too far away to tell, but it appeared to be either Madeleine or Olivia’s.

"Psst...do you know what's going on?" A familiar voice whispering in her ear answered the question. It had to be Madeleine's room.

"Oh, hey, Olivia. I have no idea, I just got back."

Olivia eyed Riley up and down with a discerning look and then relaxed her expression. "Just an short stay with Liam, I see. Good. Now you should go ask Kat what's going on. She likes you best."

Riley wanted to protest but Olivia was right. She turned to check on Drake, whose back was to her momentarily. "Fine." She walked down the hall trying to act like she was just headed back to her room. As she approached, she could hear Kat trying to speak with who she presumed was Madeleine through the door.

“You are going to have to open that door at some point, might as well get it over with now.” Kat rested her forehead against the door with a soft thud as Riley passed by and tapped her on the shoulder.

“Hey, Kat, I was just headed to my room for the night, but it seems like something is going on. Is there anything I need to know about? This is my home after all,” Riley added to make it seem like she wasn’t just being nosy.

“Bad news for Madeleine, likely very good news for the rest of you, but I can’t tell you everything until I get a statement from Madeleine.” Jo answered cryptically. “Let’s just say she was caught in a compromising position. She seemed to be a very willing participant, but we just need to make sure."

Suddenly it all clicked for Riley as she recalled Chad and his rumpled appearance breezing past her just minutes ago. "Wait, I just saw Chad coming from this direction and he did not look happy. Did he and Madeleine...?" Riley couldn't even make herself finish the sentence.

"You didn't hear that from me," Kat winked, "but either way we'll be needing a new host, and I'm pretty sure there's no way Madeleine will be looked upon favorably by the public if this footage airs."

"Footage? But how-"

"If you remember, the contract states anything behind closed doors is off limits. If someone happens to forget to close the door...well, then anything the cameras can see is fair game." Kat squeezed Riley's shoulder as she stood still in shock and not sure what to make of everything. "This is what we've been looking for, Riley. I'll deal with Madeleine whenever she decides to show her face, and you just go get some rest."

"Riley! Drake called as he marched down the hall. "I thought I told you to stay by me. You are lucky this wasn't an actual security threat.”

Riley cocked an eyebrow. “Don’t you think you are overreacting just a tad?”

Drake’s eyes flitted to Kat and back to Riley. “I take my job very seriously. That’s all.”

“Uh-huh.” Riley smiled smugly. “Why don’t you walk me back to my room and debrief me.”

Drake chuckled. "I think you mean brief you."

"No," Riley tried to keep a straight face. "We can talk about what's going on too, but I definitely think a de-briefing is in order."

"Riley!" Drake's cheeks reddened and he grabbed her by the elbow. "Let's just get you to your room.

"Good luck, Kat!" Riley looked over her shoulder and gave Kat a wave. She searched down the hallway for Olivia, mouthing “tell you later,” Olivia looking none too pleased having to wait for the information.

"What was that about?" Drake asked once they were out of earshot. "Are you trying to get us in trouble?"

Riley waved her hand dismissively. "Relax, Drake. You know Kat knows about us."

"Still..." Drake shook his head. “You don't have to be this obvious about it. Not everyone knows yet. I know you can't resist me, but you could dial it back a bit."

“Oh, I can resist you just fine.” Just then they reached Riley’s room, and she spun around in the doorway, glaring at Drake. “You can go now.”

Drake rested a hand on the door frame, leaning in closer and lowering his voice. “I know you don’t mean that.”

“Tsk, tsk, Drake Walker. Aren’t you afraid someone’s going to see you trying to talk your way into- Ahh!” She yelped as Drake scooped her up and carried her to the bed, locking the door behind them.

~~~~~

The next afternoon, Liam, Riley, Olivia, the producers and various other production staff gathered in the Beaumont’s sitting room for an impromptu meeting. After Drake and Riley filled each other in on what they had learned, she had him text Liam and Olivia the short version. The three of them put on their best fake surprised faces at Jo announced Madeleine had left the show earlier that morning for breach of contract.

Olivia scrunched her nose in disgust. “She slept with Creepy Chad? Gross.” Riley swatted Olivia in the leg. “What? We all thought he was a perv, and turns out we were right.”

“Thanks for your commentary, Olivia.” Jo said dryly. “So this obviously means it will automatically be you and Riley as the final two. Liam, we were hoping you would be able to break the news to your father.”

Liam nodded solemnly. “Yes, of course. He should be getting released from the hospital as we speak. “Olivia, Riley, I’m going to head back to the palace now, and I will see you in Lythikos tomorrow evening.”

As the meeting adjourned, Riley overhead Jo and Kat discussing the difficulty they were having finding a replacement host on short notice.

“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop,” Riley interjected. “But I think I may know of someone who would be a perfect fit for the job. Much more charismatic than Chad.”

“We’re listening,” Jo replied.

“Great! Just give me a minute and I’ll be right back.”

#the royal romance #playchoices fanfic #drake x riley #liam x olivia #qomh

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hollandroos · 6 years

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Heaven and Hell | Extra Moment

King Of Hell!Tom X Fallen Angel!Reader

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7 A collab with @thewiseandfree

Summary: Who would’ve assumed that heavens little angel was The King Of Hells soulmate?

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: Sexual themes but it ends before it can get really smutty.

I apologize in advance if the read more tab doesn’t work on mobile!

We are working on the final chapter! but neither of us were feeling like working on that night so I wrote this up!

You stood outside of the throne room, hand on the door handle as you listened intently. The guards didn’t step in at all, in fact, it was as if you weren’t even there sticking your nose into your kings business. By now they knew better than to lay a hand on you, even telling you what to and not to do was off limits and to say that it made you feel… weird, but that was an understatement.

Your whole life you’d been the one getting told what not to do, scolded for simply stepping out with your wings exposed and kept on house arrest but now you practically owned the palace. The people here were afraid of you, sure, but they also worshipped you.

“I don’t care!” Tom boomed, the walls shook. “You went behind my back, did something you knew you shouldn’t have done. You think that I can let you off of the hook for this? The other demons will be outraged if they find out.”

While others were terrified of Tom when he was angry, it excited you. He held so much power and it was enough to have you wiggling around in your seat, or in this case, bottom lip between your teeth and hands growing slightly clammy.

“Then don’t let them find out!” Harrison shouts back. “I knew that if you found out something like this would happen! If I could’ve I would’ve kept her a secret forever.” Harrison spat, anger getting the best of them. The two demons fought like this a little less than frequently, but they always forgave each other in the end. “What’s the difference between her and Y/N?”

“Don’t you dare bring her into this! You know this she’s different.” If this was any other demon, they would’ve had their head torn off by now. But not Harrison.

It was kind of sad really, Harrison was deeply in love with this angel- whoever she was but there was no way he was going to win this debate with Tom. He made it worse by sneaking around behind his kings back- breaking his trust and possibly their friendship. You, however? You could try something else to help him get his way.

Tom breathed deeply, hands digging into the side of the throne. “Can you escort yourself out or do you need the guards to drag you out?”

The whole kingdom- all of hell, in fact, could feel his anger. When the king was angry Hell grew hotter, almost unbearably hot for someone that wasn't already used to the heat. The floor would shake and sometimes cracks would form and while this is only a rumor, one you happened to believe in fact, apparently once it rained sparks.

The door swung open and a red-faced Harrison marches out, black eyes meeting your wide ones and for a second he thinks about storming passed, too angry at the world to start any kind of conversation but instead he just says, “He’s pissed, might want to wait before you speak to him.”

You shake your head already forming an idea. “I’m fine, thank you though.”

You swore that some of your angelic qualities would never leave, such as your desire to use your manners consistently or walk so softly, so carefully that the demons never saw you coming until you were directly behind them.

Harrison walks off and you step into the room, the guards closing the door directly behind you with a loud bang.

“Tommy,” You hum gently, padding closer to your love.

He looks up, eyes still jet black and wings extended to their full capacity. You feel like a deer caught in the headlights under his watchful gaze. “How much did you hear, princess?”

His hungry eyes run over your figure, the black dress you were wearing see through in certain places, a trail of lace following closely. The dress hugged every inch of you, highlighting every curve and making you look like a real queen. His queen.

You shrug like it was nothing as if the previous argument hadn’t just happened. “Everything from the angel to you threatening to kick your best friend out of hell. You can be very mean, you know.” The last part is partially a joke, partially. This was the king of Hell for crying out loud. He was mean to everyone that wasn’t you.

“Hmm, nosy aren’t you?” Tom chews on his bottom lip, knuckles turning white as you stalk forward. The lace following with every step.

“I’m not nosy, just curious. Besides, I could practically hear you from the library. It’s a little hard to read with the two of you going off at one another.” You place yourself in his lap, the large, golden throne the perfect size and you fit almost too perfectly, like a puzzle. Sure- the pieces were a little tattered and worn but they still fit together.

Tom grunts, one hand going to your waist. “I can’t believe him.”

“Have you met the angel?”

You were always the clear-headed one and while Tom loved it, he hated being proved wrong and in this situation, he knew he was wrong. Somewhere, deep down. It was just going to take some convincing.

Tom shakes his head. “I don’t want to.”

You face him from your spot on his lap, body twisting at an odd angle but you could see his face now, from his eyes that were back to their familiar toffee brown to his tousled coffee curls. “Do you forget that I was an angel too once? That my wings were once white?”

“You were never a full angel, darling. You were always meant to be mine- to be a queen.” Tom licks his bottom lip, sticking it between his teeth for a moment and you huff like a child that had just been told no. Tom uses his hand that was on your hip to draw soft circles.

“Hm. But I was still an angel.” It’s true, you were born and raised in heaven. “I know that Heaven is an awful place but not everyone is cruel down there. She may be one of the nicer angels.”

Tom gives you a glance which tells you all you need to know. “From what you’ve told me, all angels seem cruel.”

You huff, frustrated by his stubbornness. “Tommy, to anyone in heaven you’re cruel.” You wriggle around, the material of your dress oddly thin. You could feel everything beneath you. Everything. “Maybe I just didn’t get to meet her? I didn’t go out often.”

“Don’t remind me.” He hisses, not wanting to remember the people that made your life a misery. His eyes grow black with anger and you lean in, kissing Tom slowly for a few moments. He tasted like fresh berries, something the King had been eating a lot since you came around. You’d never get tired of this.

By ‘this’ you meant Tom, a man that loved you and made that clear. You hum in contentment, lips making their way to his neck as your hands trail up and down his biceps. “Haz seems really in love with this girl. We need to give her a chance.”

“Well, I’m fucking not. I don’t trust anyone from Heaven that isn’t you.” He tries not to react to your touch, but his hands that were tightening on your waist spoke for themselves.

You resort to plan B. “What can I do to convince you to give her a chance?”

“I assure you, darling, there is nothing,” Tom smirks, noticing your frustration with the situation when you remove your lips. For a moment he thinks that he won this. You allow him a moment to get cocky, a smirk covering his features faltering when he see’s you eye him up and down.

“Are you sure?” Your fingers brush over his chest, drawing down his chest until they hit his belt. “Nothing, my King?”

Tom shakes his head. “Absolutely nothing, angel.”

You slide off of his lap, Tom removing his hand from your waist in the process and he watches as you, curious to find out what exactly you were planning to do. Your sex life together had been pretty much the same since your first time together, you were still adjusting to things and Tom was nothing but understanding.

So he definitely didn’t expect you to lower yourself onto your knees in front of him, looking up through innocent eyes as both of your hands went straight to his pants, fingers working on the belt.

Tom was torn between smirking and telling you that you didn’t have to do this because while he wanted this- gosh, he really wanted this, he also didn’t want you to do something that you weren’t comfortable with.

“You know you don’t have t-” He stopped, feeling one of your hands palm him overtop of his jeans. His fingers went back to gripping the side of the throne. His pants were growing tighter and any trace of anger after his earlier conversation was long forgotten. All he could focus on was the way your palm worked the growing tent. Whatever Tom was about to say disappeared.

You were delighted with his reaction, yet still new to all of this you had no clue what to do next. It wasn’t until Tom Threw his head back, lifting his hips a moment you presumed he wanted you to tug his jeans down just far enough for some of the tension in his pants to be released. Which you did without a moment's hesitation.

He grumbeled. “I think at this rate, princess, you’ll be getting your way.”

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Not Gon Cry | Chapter 3

PREVIOUS CHAPTERS — Chapter One Chapter Two

CHARACTERS — Black! Reader X M’Baku X T’Challa

CONTENT — Trials Of Black Love, Adultery, Broken Vows and Marriage, Humiliation and Manipulation

PLOT — Based off of the song, “Not Gon Cry” by Mary J. Blige on her Share My World album. This is strictly based off of the lyrics, but a little twist. In addition, I STRONGLY suggest listening to this song on REPLAY while reading to get further feels, but hey..

NARRATIVE — A week has passed since you left Gorilla City and word has quickly spread around the country about the rumored separation with you and the Great Gorilla. From local news reporters, gossip blogs and social media they have been covering the story as they desperately tried to dig for information.

However, aside from the nosy journalists you were focused on protecting the innocence of your children as everyday they’d seem to have detailed questions about your split and continued to tell you about the rumors they heard circulating from tribe to tribe.

Who wants to talk to their kids and hear them ask, “—Umama, why did you and utata split?”

Or tell you, “—I heard a council member say that utata was caught in bed with a hooker. What’s a hooker, umama?”

Whenever you saw them you prepared yourself to sugar coat the answers to any of their questions.

Meanwhile, after you left the Jabari kingdom and travelled into the city you found yourself staying at a luxurious villa courtesy of King T’Challa after making one call. Besides, him being the understanding King of Wakanda that he is, didn’t want to hear about you struggling to find a place of for you and your kids.

Furthermore, the villa he gifted you had everything you needed and more as it was as a two-story home with threee bedrooms and two bathrooms. Coming fully furnished with a pool attached and vibranium infused technology wired throughout the villa courtesy of Shuri.

After showing you the villa he insisted that you stay close to the palace that way if you needed anything or if an emergency occurred he would be close by.

Finding the double meaning behind his words you shook off the warm feeling inside before he departed leaving you with a soft peck on the cheek and a firm hug. Not having energy to question his motives you left it at that and started to unpack your belongings.

With your favorite record playing you sung the lyrics to Mary J Blige as you danced throughout the home.

Wanting your children to be as comfortable as possible seeing as though their parents were going through a nasty separation you wanted to introduce them to a new environment with a warmer climate.

As two days passed since you moved into your house and it was now time for you to go back to Gorilla City to discuss the details of your separation with M’Baku in the presence of lawyers, advisors and tribe elders.

Traveling back up to the snowy mountains as cold temperatures engulfed you, you began to feel uneasy as you had to dress up in the thick furs and headgear to survive the freezing climate.

Reaching the kingdom, you were greeted by the guards before you walked to the throne room where the meeting was scheduled. Walking deeper into the room you spotted your advisor and lawyers and gave them a pleasant smile before your eyes landed onto the large frame of the Great Gorilla who sat on his encrusted throne with a deeply disturbed face.

Judging by his looks it seemed as if these couple of days have been hell for him as he had apparent bags underneath his eyes, dried auburn curls that shouted for moisturizer and weak bone structure that stated that he hadn’t been eating much either. Overall, the man looked like a mess; a cheating mess at that.

When you walked in his head innately went up as he scanned over your figure shamelessly. Shaking off his lustful eyes you sauntered over towards your team of defenders before taking a seat beside them.

“Good morning, Chieftess Y/N.” His advisor, greeted. Giving him a tight lip smile you greeted him back.

“Alright, let’s get this started then.” An elder said, as she took her seat next to the male elder. “So, Y/N tell us what you want to see happen today.” The male elder said, before clasping his hands together.

“—Well, now that we are working out the details of our separation I want alimony, child support, joint custody and therapy for our children.” You stated, which caused the council to dramatically gasp at your list of extensive demands.

Clearing his throat the elderly man said, “Could you explain to us why you are demanding so much?” He questioned. Raising your eyebrow in aggravation you said, “If you must know the alimony is giving spousal support to me since I had to give up my career as an international publicist for America to come live here after I got married to M’Baku.” You detailed.

“—and the child support is to help me maintain and continue the lifestyle our children have been attained and accustomed to since their birth.”

“In addition, I want joint custody because they are at a critical age where they need their mother while also being in the their father’s presence. Lastly, I want our children to go to therapy because they come and tell me about everything they hear on news station and ask me questions about things that children should know nothing about.” You clarified, as your tone of voice rised and vocal cords thick with annoyance.

Silence once again fell throughout the room as his team shared concerning looks, “Well how much are you looking to get paid for on a monthly basis for both spousal and child support?” They asked.

“Twenty thousand for the spousal support and thirty thousand for child support making it fifty thousand idolas each month.” You calculated, with a smirk.

“M’Baku do you have any comments?” The elderly woman asked, as the Great Gorilla grew silent as he watched the discussion unfold before him. “Y/N is a grown woman and she essentially knows what’s best for our children, so I’ll give her the child support, joint custody and the children’s therapy.” He shrugged.

“—However, I do not agree with the spousal support, I see no point in providing Y/N with any support after our separation.” He emphasized, with a sudden flare in his nostrils and crease in his wrinkled forehead.

Abruptly feeling your blood pressure rise with every condescending word he spoke you’ve began to feel your frame starting to shake with great infuriation.

“M’Baku you know I need that money and as I recall you said that half the kingdom was mine just as well as yours when we got married and if your a man of your word like to claim then run me money!”

Spotting the elderly council members fixate their mouths the object M’Baku threw up his hand halting their outburst. “You can keep the kingdom and all of that, but I just need you to pay me all of the idolas I could have been making had I kept my job!”

“So, imma need you to quit showing your ass infront of all these people and agree to what I’m requesting in order to speed up this process.” You spat, as you could literally feel venom spewing with each word.

Shaking your head with great disgust you watched as the Great Gorilla tense up; something M’Baku would always do whenever y’all two got in a dispute. “Stop. You’ve had enough time to talk about your demands and expand on your reasonings now it’s time I do the same.” He stated, quickly commanding attention.

Standing up out of this throne he spoke, “Y/N, you come back to Gorilla City and into my kingdom with your list of demands and expect me to not have any disagreement, sithandwa sa?” He questioned, as he pace mocking the movements of preying gorilla.

“Well, you are sadly mistaken. Yes, I suggested for you to quit your job because you would be swamped with your tribal duties as my chieftess. However, I did noy force you to quit your job. Therefore, I shouldn’t have to pay you for your lost wages.” He explained, as he continued to pace back and forth.

Suddenly standing up you quickly approached him making him halt his movements. “Why are so damn arrogant? Do you not understand why I need this?” You asked, once your anger was started to peak.

“You know what, I don’t why I’m even wasting my time trying to explain this to someone who doesn’t even have the capacity to listen.” You spat, causing M’Baku to blatantly roll his eyes in irritation.

Shaking your head, “I’m taking the kids with me, while they’re gone you need to try and comprehend what I just said.” You stated, before making your way out of the throne room and towards your kids rooms.

However, on the walk to your children’s room, a mischievous idea popped into your head causing you to make an abrupt u-turn in the hallway. Opening the door to your old bedroom you once shared with your M’Baku, you walked in. Heading straight towards his closet you grabbed a handful of his precious furs and wool clothing before carrying them to the bedroom tossing them on the large bed.

After throwing his clothes on the bed you stormed into the master bathroom before roughly opening up a drawer grabbing a pair of scissors. Stomping back into the bedroom you damn near leaped over to the bed as you started fiercely cutting at his clothes.

Five minutes have passed since you started cutting at his clothes, taking a break as you scanned over the sheered pile of clothes, but you weren’t satisfied.

Hopping off of the bed you reached into your bra pulling out your burgundy colored lipstick. Feeling a smirk dance across your lips you quickly popped the top off before you started viciously writing.

With your adrenaline increasing by the second, you started to lose control of your rapid emotions as you ran into the bathroom and began to write hateful messages on the mirror.

Your messages included everything from, “—You deserve everything that is coming to you.” to “—Your never gonna touch this pussy again.” and, “I hope you enjoy watching me give this pussy up baby.”

Pulling away from the mirror you stepped back and admired the word wall you just created.

Smirking at your work, you placed the cap back on your lipstick before you approached the mirror again and placed a kiss on the mirror, claiming the artwork.

Leaving out of the bedroom after making sure that the coast was clear from guards roaming the hall you dodgedout of the room. Reaching your kids room you quickly packed them up before meeting your driver outside the Jabari kingdon and within a couple of minutes you’ve arrived at your home.

“Umama, where are we?” Zuko questioned, as he peeked his head up looking outside of the vehicle.

“We are at umama’s new place, usana.” You smiled, before you got out of the car to open their doors.

Words couldn’t describe the overwhelming joy you felt bringing your children to your home. Wishing you could’ve capture their grins when you opened up the door to your house you’d showed them around from the giant pool, vibranium powered technology to the separate bedrooms and bathrooms.

Furthermore, after settling them into the house and cooking them their favorite dishes you’ve set up the movie, Lion King as their bedtime arrived.

Now in the kitchen, you stood infront of the empty sink drying up the last of the dishes before you heard the doorbell echo throughout the house.

Flicking your head up at the noise you walked to the door unlocking it before opening it as you instantly spotted the moonlight radiating over the mocha colored man with the big heart standing at your doorstep with a wide smile.

“T’Challa, what are you doing here?” You asked, as you quickly pushed your dark curls behind your ear.

Waiting for an answer you spotted his eyes darting back and forth from the wooden tiles on the floor to your inviting eyes. “Well, I’ve just received word that you have arrived back in town from Gorilla City with your children in your possession.”

“—So, I was in the village and thought I’d just drop by and see how well your kids were liking the villa and adjusting to the climate change.” He stammered, before awkwardly clearing his throat.

Leaning against your door frame you said, “Hold up. You came all the way to my house at eight o’clock at night just to check up on my children.” You asked, with a slight wittiness behind your voice.

“Of course, as King of Wakanda it is my greatest duty to ensure the comfortability and security of everyone who lays their head down in this great country.” He informed, before a giggle escaped between your plump lips.

“What?” He teased, before he playfully nudged your arm trying to get an answer from you. “Nothing.” You answered, before shaking your head with a grin still present on your face.

“So, are you gonna let me in, or are we just gonna stand out here looking at each other? Because if so I’m perfectly fine standing.” He joked, as he propped his body up against the door.

Rolling your eyes, “Come on in before I change my mind.” You threatened, as you opened the door wider before walking deeper into your home.

“—I see you’ve made it your own.” He stated, as he strolled over into the living room picking up a frame that had a picture of you and Cebisa. Nodding your head he continued, “She’s gonna to look just like her umama when she grows up.” He complimented, as he traced his finger over your face.

Walking into the kitchen after watching T’Challa place your picture frame down you poured yourself a glass of fresh mango juice. T’Challa soon joined you in the kitchen, “Want some juice?” You offered, as you gripped the handle to the pitcher ready to place it back into the refrigerator.

Nodding his head T’Challa spoke up, “It’s very quiet, where are your kids?” He asked, as he took a seat on a stool across the island. “In my bedroom watching a movie, hopefully sleeping by now.” You replied, while handing him his glass before putting the juice away and walking towards your cabinet.

Pulling at the handle you grabbed a bottle of tequila before shutting the cabinet door with a light thud as you walked back over the island. Unscrewing the top you poured yourself a generous amount. Lifting your head, “You want some?” You offered, with a hand outstretched towards T’Challa.

Politely declining you put the top back on the liquor before putting it back up. Walking back you leaned against your counter with your drink now in your grasp before taking a sip of the concatenation.

Instinctively closing your eyelids you took in a large intake of oxygen allowing it to expand your lungs as you felt the burning trail of liquor travel down your pharynx and esophagus. Snapping your eyes open after detecting another pair of eyes on your figure you saw T’Challa inspecting your bizarre behavior.

“What is the matter?” He questioned, as he viewed your stressed position. Not receiving an answer he took that as an opportunity to move closer as he rounded the corner and stood infront of you.

“You can tell me anything, you know that right?” He assured, as he took ahold of free your hand.

Shutting your eyes once more as you felt a wave of despair controlling your emotions resulting in a lone tear slipping from your eye. Immediately catching onto your shattered mental state T’Challa quickly swiped it away with his thumb before he gently holding onto your face.

Inhaling you slowly nodded before opening your eyes revealing your immense brown eyes.

Instantly you found his own staring into yours making a dose of butterflies erupt deep within your soul. Forcefully clearing your throat you flicked your eyes anywhere but his as you started to mimic the behavior of a bashful teenage girl.

“Let’s sit you down.” He declared, as he took ahold of your forearm. “—and lemme get this glass.” He said, as he abruptly snatched the drink out of your hand before placing it on the countertop.

Pulling you towards the kitchen table he sat you down in a chair before taking a seat for himself next to you. “You can’t conceal your emotions around me Y/N, so tell me what’s been troubling you.” He stated, before tenderly squeezing your hand.

Licking your lips as you frantically tried to get your emotions underway you opened your mouth to tell him everything that occurred with M’Baku but was suddenly cut off by a small voice.

“—Umama, the movie went off can you please change it?” Cebisa asked, as she sluggishly rubbed her eyes with one balled up fist while the other clutched onto a stuffed Black Panther doll.

Swiftly turning around you saw a gentle grin across T’Challa’s face as he looked at her sleepy figure and stuffed doll. Dropping her fist by her side after she cleared her vision her mouth instantly dropped as her eyes widen at the man before her.

“Hey, it’s King T’Challa!” Cebisa exclaimed, as she released her doll and ran up and hugged the King of Wakanda. Feeling your heart flutter at the unfolding of the scene before you a small smile appeared on your face as they made small talk.

Clearing your throat, “I hate to break up this reunion, but someone is up past her bedtime.” You playfully scolded, with one raised eyebrow.

“I don’t wanna go to sleep umama, I wanna hang out with King T’Challa.” Cebisa whined, as she clenched her arms tighter around his neck. “C’mon usana, we have things to do bright and early in the morning and we can’t do it if we have to wake up a grumpy child.”

Hearing the whole ordeal T’Challa spoke, “I can put her to bed if you want, Y/N.” He offered, causing the somber child to perk up at his words.

Feeling the pleading stares of your child and the man holding the most powerful title in the country you sighed before giving a faint nod making your daughter erupt into cheers.

“Don’t think you’re getting slick young lady, there will not be another movie, but instead a book.” You said.

“Okay, can I show him my room, umama?” Cebisa asked, causing you to nod as giggles left your lips.

Laughing at your daughter’s antics, T’Challa picked up your daughter as he rose to his feet and walked in the direction she was pointing out. “Here is it!” You heard her yell, before hearing the door creak open.

Shaking away your thoughts, you stood up out of your seat walking back towards your drink resting on the counter. Taking it in your grasp, you looked down at the liquidity saffron yellow in your cup and sighed.

Tempted to throw caution to the wind and blatantly ignore T’Challa’s wise words you instead took heed of his guidance and walked over to the sink before watching pour down and run down the drain.

Eventually, the act of pouring the drink into your sink led you to start popping off every top to every drink sitting in your cabinet down the drain. Seven empty bottles later empty with only droplets of liquor left, you threw them all into your trashcan.

Inhaling and exhaling your stress away, you quietly tiptoed upstairs and towards your daughter’s room.

Pausing at the door you peaked through the cracked slit and spotted your daughter leaned up against the warm embrace of T’Challa as she was enthralled by the words of the King as he read her favorite book, The Princess and The Frog.

“—In order to keep her dream alive Princess Tiana started waiting tables as she saved every penny.”

Finding yourself beaming at the sight you felt your heart flutter as T’Challa and your baby girl was completely absorbed into the fairytale.

Softly knocking on the door you pushed opened the door briefly catching their attention. “Can I join the book club?” You teased, as you came closer to the bed gripping onto the side of the bed railing.

“Of course.” Cebisa answered, before patting her comforter indicating the empty spot next to her.

Grinning at her response you climbed into the bed settling right beside her as T’Challa continue reading the story again. With his animated voice never stopping even within your presence.

TRANSLATIONS—

“Nobusi.” means honey “Mnandi.” means sweetheart “Usana.” means baby “Sithandwa sa.” means my love “Umama.” means mother “Utata.” means father “Idola.” means dollars “Mandla.” means to have power “Cebisa.” means to give advise “Zuko.” means to give glory

AUTHOR’S NOTE— Yall don’t understand how tempted I was to make homegirl pop that pussy, lmao. Y’all up for Chapter 4 or nah? Anyways, ask to be apart of the taglist! 💕

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howtohero · 5 years

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Protecting Yourself From Psychics

The average person has at least four or eighty-three thoughts per day. Some of these thoughts are rather mundane: “what should I eat for lunch today?”, “what should I eat for lunch tomorrow?”, “how many ants would need to band together in order to lift me and should that number make me feel bad?” While others are vastly more important: “My pin is ****”, “I am secretly the superhero Captain Thunder”, “I hope nobody finds that embarrassing video of me drunkenly singing ‘Yo Ho A Pirate’s Life For Me’ whilst jabbing a plastic sword at a city bus.” You probably have a lot of important thoughts rattling around in your head. Thoughts other people might like to take a glance at. Well, unbeknownst to you there are dozens of people around you, listening to your thoughts, and judging you for them, on a day to day basis. So how do you protect yourself from that?

The easiest way to prevent someone from listening to or reading your thoughts is to never have any thoughts ever. Do everything solely on impulse. What are you having for lunch today? The first thing that comes to your mind at lunch time. Spaghetti! Pizza! A rock! Whatever the first thing you think of is what you’re eating. You can’t risk putting any more thought into it, if you do, a hostile psychic might know about it and poison your food. Any decision you ever need to make needs to be quick and at the last possible second to prevent your enemies from catching wind of it. Nobody should ever know what you’re doing before you do it. Not even yourself.

Now, I know what you’re thinking, because you haven’t finished reading this blog post yet: “Zach didn’t you once mention a device that could prevent mind readers from reading minds? Why don’t I just get myself one of those bad boys?” Gosh you’re a real idiot aren’t you. If you had any brains at all you would know that the device you’re talking about came up in our post about animal sidekicks and those mind-reading-deflector helmets were for animals. Humans have more complex brains than animals. These things aren’t going to work for you. So how about you never throw my past writing in my face ever again. You don’t know anything. You utter dingus.

ANYHOO if you want to be able to think freely the best way to stop people from peering into your innermost thoughts is to wear metal on your head. That’s right, all you robots, mech pilots, and armored heroes are totally safe and you guys can skip this post! Mind control beams (or whatever?) can’t get through metal, everyone knows that. It’s like how I can’t get through the doors at La Mardi because they have a very strict “no Zach Schechters” policy because one Zach Schechter once went in there and set off a bunch of confetti poppers in the middle of the dance floor and ruined it for the other Zach Schechters. When you’ve encased your head in a metal block, psychics can’t get past the bouncer.

But, a metal cap isn’t for everyone. Some superheroes are allergic to metal. It might clash with the rest of your costume. It might be too heavy for your head. So let’s take a look at some other options.

Some superheroes have been known to be so careful about guarding their secrets from mind readers that they actually use hypnosis or other forms of brain washing to repress or lock away their secrets so that they can’t think about them even if they wanted to. Since most superheroes’ biggest secret is that they’re living a superpowered double life, this sometimes results in them developing a split personality. One of their identities is mild mannered Whomever Jones while their other identity is superhero Power Jones. Due the hypnosis, the two identities will be completely unaware of each other so it would be impossible for either of them to have their minds read and for their secret identity to be revealed. (Note: I only used Power Jones here as an example. The man has one million powers, I’m sure one of them is mind reading immunity.) This might seem a tad extreme but hey, if you keep repressing your memories and secrets and splitting off parts of your personality, eventually one of your multiple personalities will be the kind of guy who makes better decisions! So that’s something to look forward to.

Another method you can try is to, every so often, think “hey mind readers! I know you’re there. Get out!” This serves two purposes, for one, you’ll definitely freak out any mind readers who happen to be nearby, causing them to both fear and respect you and your mind reading detection prowess. And secondly, such a declaration actually makes it illegal for any mind reader to continue to read your mind. (I feel like it’s always illegal for people to read your mind.) Well your feelings are both wrong and invalid!

If you’re bi- or multilingual, try thinking in a language that you don’t think anyone else in the room understands. Or think in abstract thoughts that only somebody with your experiences and context would be able to decipher. Sometimes preventing someone from understanding what they’re reading is just as valuable as preventing someone from reading your mind

You can also try thinking entirely in lies. If you think a bunch of fake secrets then any psychics or telepaths or Professor Brain-Scrambler <*cough* hack *cough*> will be acting on faulty information. You can even use this method to set up ambushes to take evil mind readers off the board. Simply think up a fake location for your hideout and then lie in wait with your squad for some evil mind reader’s evil henchmen to attack the place. You’ll be able to round up a bunch of evil mind readers this way, making your city a safer place to think freely.

You can actually use your mind to fight off evil mind readers in a number of ways. Here are some aggressive tactics you can use when you think mind readers are milling about:

Think of the most annoying song you know. In no time at all the annoying jingle that’s stuck in your head, will be stuck in their head and they’ll think twice before probing your mind again.

Whenever you enter a room that you’re reasonably sure has mind readers in it think up some absolutely devastating insults about every single person in the room. With any luck your mind reader will be so devastated that they’ll run off crying before they can get any useful information out of you.

Conjure up some really gross images. They’ll be so caught off guard by the disturbing pictures you’re projecting with your mind that they’ll start gagging and you’ll be able to apprehend them quickly and put a metal hat on their head to prevent them from reading any more minds.

Hijack their signal and read their mind. This is a little tricky but a neural passageway goes both ways and if you’re a skilled enough active thinker you can identify the intrusion into your mind and ride it back into the mind reader’s brain and read their thoughts. With any luck they’ll feel so violated by the experience that they swear off reading minds forever and you’ll have saved the day just by being your nosy, intrusive self!

Nobody wants their mind read. Well except for people who sometimes have a hard time articulating their thoughts. They might like having someone who can read their mind and explain to others what they’re thinking. Mind control definitely has its time and place. I guess that’s why the Psychic Fish is (somehow) so popular. But if you don’t expect to have your mind read it can be an intensely uncomfortable experience. Your mind is your haven, you should feel safe thinking your weird thoughts and housing your secrets there. So get educated, and protect yourself against mind readers.

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mystic-mess-aine · 7 years

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A headcanon for RFA + Saeran +V reacting to a Demisexual MC . (Yeah and they are her first boyfriend/girlfriend and MC doesn't know shit about relationships. Yeah , she is a virgin . Lol)

This is such a cool request because I’m demisexual!!

Definition: A demisexual is a person who does not experience sexual attraction unless they form a strong emotional connection with someone. The term demisexual comes from the orientation being “halfway between” sexual and asexual.

Yoosung

At first, Yoosung thought he’d done something wrong

All you’d ever done was kiss him… And you’d been dating for six months, ever since the party!

What had he done?? Had he mentioned Rika too much??

Yes

But you had noticed that he was worrying, and when you asked him about it, he opened up to you and said he was scared that you didn’t want to be with him anymore

You immediately reassured him that that was not the case, and told him about your demisexuality

It took him a moment to really understand what exactly it meant, but soon he felt like an idiot for ever doubting you

He assures you that he wants you to feel as comfortable as possible and he’ll wait until you’re completely ready

Jaehee

She’d never really thought much about sex in relationships

She’d had experience before, and never really saw it as a big deal

So when you pulled away every time she tried to make an advance, she was confused

You explained to her how you were demisexual, and how you’d never had sex before so you didn’t feel ready

She immediately felt awful and you had to assure her that it was okay and that she didn’t do anything wrong

It was just going to take time for you to finally feel comfortable to go any farther than kissing

She completely understood and said you could take all the time you needed

That night you two cuddled on the couch and watched a bunch of Zen’s DVDs

Zen

At first, Zen was confused as to why you didn’t seem to be interested in going any farther than kissing

Because the beast would go crazy just at the sight of you

You were his girlfriend! You’d been dating ever since he’d announced it at the party, and you always seemed to happy to be with him, but then when his hands or lips roamed lower, you told him to stop

He just didn’t get it

One day, you left your phone open next to him as you went to do something in the other part of the house

Being the nosy little boy he is, he glanced to see you were on a demisexuality confessions blog

He knew he shouldn’t have, but he then picked up your phone and looked closer to see you were typing up a confession

“I think I’m demisexual… but I don’t know how to tell my boyfriend! I’m not ready to have sex yet. We’ve only known each other for a few weeks! I love him, but I’m so inexperienced and I’m afraid I’m going to disappoint him…”

Zen had to Google what demisexual meant because at first he thought it meant you were sexually attracted to Demi’s like Demi Lovato or Demi Moore and he almost lost it

But then he read the definition and he felt horrible because he felt like he was pressuring you

When you returned, he immediately wrapped you in a bear hug, and you were ridiculously confused

He then explained that he loved you more than anything, and he’d wait for you forever, and you could always tell him everything that was bothering you, even if it would hurt him

You never found out that he’d read your blog post, but you still appreciated his words, and it was just what you needed to feel better

Jumin

This is the man who believed in no sex until marriage

He’s also the man who proposed after eleven days

That was way too soon for you to have sex, but you knew you loved him so you accepted his proposal

However, you refused to have a wedding too soon after the party

Because you knew what happened during honeymoons

Initially, Jumin’s confused and a little annoyed by your decision because he wanted to get married immediately

Because he’s a hornball

Finally, you explain your demisexuality, saying you weren’t ready for sex yet and you did not want to get married before you were ready because you didn’t want to hold anything back from him

And Jumin feels like a jerk

He hugs you and tells you to take all the time you need, because he’s going to love you forever and no amount of time was ever going to change that

And really, he didn’t want to marry you so quickly for sex, but because he wanted it to be official that he was going to spend the rest of his life with you

Seven

It didn’t really bother him that there was no sex in your relationship

He just thought it was odd that you had been the one to pursue the relationship, yet you never wanted to do anything more than kiss him

It seemed like you were hiding something, and even though he didn’t like that you were keeping secrets from him, he wasn’t going to ask you to tell him if you weren’t comfortable enough to just tell him

He was still really curious, so he not very proudly hacked into your computer history to see what you were up to

He was surprised to see that you followed a lot of demisexuality blogs, and he had to look up what that meant because initially he thought it would be something gross

But then it all made sense

The next time he saw you, he kissed your face all over so sweetly, leaving sweet words between every kiss

You were caught off guard, but you weren’t bothered by it

He tells you that whenever you’re ready, he’ll be waiting

You had been completely patient with him and had waited until he was entirely ready to be in a relationship with you, so he had no problem waiting for you

You’d respected him so much when he was going through a difficult time due to Rika and waited until he was ready to be a relationship

So he was going to do the same for you and wait until you were ready to move further

He’d never thought there was a word for what you were; initially he just thought you were shy

But then you explained it to him and he completely understood

In a way, this was his first real relationship as well, so even he didn’t know what he was really doing

Rika never would have respected his wishes or his opinion, but you weren’t like that, so he was going to be the best he could be for you

He felt like he owed you everything, so he was going to wait until you were ready and never try to force you into anything

He never wants to make you feel uncomfortable; he wants you to feel safe, especially with him, because he’s never felt safer with anyone but you

He really felt like he owed his life to you and he was going to prove his love to you every single day

Saeran

Neither of you try to further the relationship; it seems like both of you are perfectly content with just kissing

This confuses you, however, because you’re so used to males trying to do more than just that

That’s how you found out you were demisexual; you’d had other boyfriends before, but couldn’t do anything with them because you didn’t feel like you were close enough to them

But it was different with Saeran; you’d never felt this way with anyone else before

You still weren’t ready for sex, so you appreciated he wasn’t trying anything

When you tell him you’re demisexual, he’s confused at first because he doesn’t know what that means

Then you explain it to him and he’s surprised because

He feels the same way!!

You never expected him to be demisexual as well, and he never expected for there to be a word for how he felt

So you two grow together, each going at your own pace, waiting until the other was completely ready

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bts-jimin16 · 7 years

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“I’ll Protect You” Pt. 1

Plot: You’re a nurse at Seoul National University Hospital who meets an injured Taehyung (To be a series)

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Word count: 1.8K

Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Romance

*Author's POV*

"So will I be seeing more of you in the future?" A 25 year old male inquired, a smirk playing on the edge of his thin lips. Across from his was a girl, about 5"3 in height, long chestnut brown hair, a small face with charming features and a thin but curvaceous body frame. They were seated by the window, in a dimly lit restaurant where they just finished their meal and were getting ready to leave. You shifted in your seat, eager to leave.

'See me again my ass. As a man, how could you "forget" your wallet home when you're headed to a blind date?' you ruefully thought to yourself as you sent him an insincere smile. This wasn't the first blind date you've been on, and it definitely wasn't the first time you ended up paying the bill yourself. Sometimes you just wished your mom and your friends, would just leave your love life alone. But they thought that if they did, you'd end up living your life as a spinster, and you kind of can't blame them for thinking that way. It wasn't a secret that you were a tad bit more than single for the past 5 years. In fact, they liked to tease you that you were going strong on your way to becoming a cat lady, with your two kittens, Jazz and Snow, even though you were just turning 22 in the next 4 months. In your life, working came before dating, and with you just recently being conferred as a registered nurse at Seoul National University Hospital, dating was not on your to do list for your immediate future. Unfortunately, your mother didn’t understand that.

Turning your attention back to the date, you realized that he was still waiting for an answer to his question, however you just gave him a meek smile and rose from your seat. You excused yourself, telling him you had to go to work in a few hours, shook his hand and immediately left the restaurant, heading straight to the parking lot to your white Kia SUV.Four blocks away from the hospital your mom called. Sighing, you answered the call, putting it on speaker.

" Yes eomma?" You answered in a tired voice.

'Y/N, how'd the date go? Is he nice? Are you going to see him again?' Immediately she shoots off questions. You sigh, as you flip your turning signal on. "Eomma, can't this wait until later? I'm on my way to work now and I'm going to be really busy. I'll call you back when I’m on my break." you hung up. Pulling up in the parking lot of the hospital, you park your car in the ‘reserved for staff’ area. You grabbed everything except a pair of clothes that you would always leave in the car and exited. You entered the building, slightly bowing to fellow doctors and nurses you pass on your way to the elevator. Your phone beeped, signalling you had a text. You unlocked your phone to see a test from your best friend Jiyeon.

' Yo ajumma, how'd the date go? Is he cute?'

Playfully rolling your eyes you text back.

'Yahh, why is it that whenever I go on a date with someone Kang Mirae recommends, I always end up picking up the bill? Am I rich???!!! He wasn't even that good looking. I'm at work, I'll talk to you later'

After sending the text, you turned off your notifications for iMessage, got off of the elevator and headed for the locker room. After changing into your lilac scrubs, you made your way to the front desk of the VIP ward.

"Nurse Choi, is it time for Doctor Song to begin his rounds?" You asked the nurse sitting behind the desktop.

"No, it isn't Nurse Y/L/N. Last I saw him, he was on his way to the cafeteria with Doctor Shin an hour ago after completing a surgery. But Doctor Kwon is set to begin his rounds in five minutes. I'll assign you to him." Nurse Choi replied softly, a slight smile on her glowing face. You nodded, smiling back at her in agreement. Doctor Kwon came to the front desk a few minutes later, signalling that play time was over, it was time for you to get to work. You follow after him as he begins his rounds, checking the patients' vitals and distribute medicine. In 30 minutes, one by one, you check each patient that was assigned to Doctor Kwon. You found yourself sitting in the lounge 10 minutes later when one of the resident nurses rushes in.

"Y/N-sunbae, we received a call from BTS' PD requesting a VIP room for a member. The Head of Department assigned you, Nurse Ahn and Doctor Kwon to welcome and care for the patient" the male nurse said quickly, alerting you. You got up quickly, grabbing your stethoscope. You motioned for the resident nurse to follow you as you left the lounge.

"Arasseo. Was there any information given on what happened to the patient? What time is the patient expected to reach the hospital?" You asked, fast pacing to the elevator. Clicking the ground floor, you turned to him.

"Apparently, he was practicing for a comeback and fainted suddenly. They suspect it could be dehydration and/or over exertion. He's expected to arrive any time now from Nonhyeon-dong, Gangnam." He quickly explained. The elevator stopped and you rushed off. A Group of people burst through the entrance of the hospital, surrounding what appears to be a bodyguard carrying a male around my age. Signalling for the resident to get a stretcher, you set off towards them.

"Hello, is this the patient who reserved the VIP room?" You asked hurriedly. They nod. The resident returns seconds later, and the body guard places the young man on the stretcher. Pushing the stretcher, you take the elevator to one of the examination rooms.

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It was just as they had predicted; Kim Taehyung was extremely over worked. Considering the severity of his condition, it was surprising that he hadn't fainted earlier. Per his doctor's request, he was kept back in the VIP ward to rest, being giving supplements and nutritious meals 3 times a day. During his brief stay, word slipped out that BTS' V was hospitalized, leading up to this current predicament. The hospital's entrance was flooded. Filled to the brim with both obsessive fans and nosy reporters trying to weasel their way past the hospital's security to get to the VIP ward to greet the idol. Meanwhile, in Taehyung's room, he stood dressed and ready to leave, only to be discouraged by the echoing voices of his fans and reporters. He returned to his seat, sighing while his left foot tapped the carpeted floor repeatedly. You enter abruptly, with two pairs of clothes and caps in your arms and a slight smile playing on your lips. He looks up hurriedly, startled at your sudden entrance. His eyebrows furrowed, sighting his confusion at the current situation at hand.

"Nurse Y/N, were you not told that I'm leaving today? Why did you come?" He asked, seeing that the female nurse features weren't giving anything away.

"Kim Taehyung-ssi, as you can see, after being informed of your admission to the hospital, your fans and reporters have surrounded the front entrance, making it almost impossible for you to leave. After discussing it with the Head of Department, I came up with a plan that allows you to leave without being caught in their web. Will you listen to my suggestion?" You ask formally, your head slightly tilted to the floor.

Their screams were deafening as a figure surrounded by 4 bulky bodyguards, exit the hospital. Fans and reporters were shoving their weight on the bodyguards, trying to get closer to the person in the centre. Scratches and bruises form as objects are pelted at the idol. It took twenty minutes for the company of five to get through the crowd and into the van. They settled in as the nurse took off her disguise and sighed.

"We just saw your car pull out. He's safely heading to back to your apartment complex" Bang PD softly explained. She stifled a smile as they pulled out of the driveway.

"Suggestion? Go ahead." He mused, curiosity shining in his hooded eyes.

"While the Head of Department and I were discussing your escape plan, we considered various options. We thought about releasing information that you had left the day before, but considering that the reporters are looking for information more than an appearance, the crowd won't disperse until the hospital releases statement to the media, so that was eliminated. The only option now is for you to find a way to leave without being detected. So its been decided that you are to take my car and leave quietly while I would deal with the crowd." You finished, looking up at his widely spread eyes as what you just suggested dawned on him.

"Y-y-you? But you're a girl! You could easily get hurt out there. And how would you even pretend to be me? We're build completely differently. Don't underestimate my fans, they're smarter than you think..." He trailed off, his voice laced with worry.

"It is the duty of our hospital to make sure all of our registered patients are discharged comfortably and in a better condition than they were in when they were admitted. Don’t worry, I volunteered to be the 'fake' Kim Tae Hyung and with a few pairs of clothes and some heeled dress shoes, it should do the trick. The bodyguards aren't going to let them get close enough to realize it's me and not you anyway. Rest assured, I'll protect you" she smiled brightly before continuing " It's time for you to leave, here's my address, drive straight there and I'll have the van pick you up" she concluded, handing him a folder leaf with her address on it. He looked at her and smiled sincerely.

"Thank you"

Hi guys, just a little something I’ve been working on since we started the blog. I know it’s a bit long but i hope you enjoy!! Requests are open!!

Feel free to request a scenario/imagine!!

~Blue

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