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sunghoon – bad boys

— bad boys main masterlist

pairing: park sunghoon x fem!reader

summary: sworn enemies were supposed to remain sworn enemies but not when sunghoon secretly liked you. honestly, it's a pretty cliche enemies to lovers, what more can i say?

warnings: mentions of death (not reader), just sunghoon using a gun because well, he is part of a gang and that's his job, the name daniel is a general one and does not represent anyone in particular, plot twist, quite a lot actually... maybe a little sexual talk, tad bit suggestive at the end.

no.of words: 7.6K words

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NOTE: i proofread this again so yeah, hopefully there is no more mistakes T_T if there is please do tell me so i can change it.

The sound of engines starting up always cheered sunghoon up. He loved the adrenaline while racing, it made his heart feel content. Nothing would beat his passion for racing. Besides, he has been doing this because he needed to help his family. After his dad had passed on 3 years ago, he became the sole breadwinner of the house.

His mom sadly could not work due to her sickness. Poor sunghoon was all alone to do everything by himself but he persevered. He even made enough money to send his little sister to school. One of the things on his bucket list. To see his sister get the proper education she needed.

If you were to ask sunghoon, if he ever felt mad that his father left early, sunghoon in a heartbeat would say no. he admired his dad, a kind man that had a tragic accident at work. Sunghoon misses his dad. They were such a loving family and now they were left with nothing. He never blamed his dad for their misfortune, in fact he was doing this in place for his dad.

One would say sunghoon is a nice guy but certainly they have not heard your side of the story. You were a normal student, you were an extrovert and you loved to make friends. Sunghoon was introverted and rarely made friends, he liked sticking close to the friends he already knew. Now here is where the personalities clashed. Besides, you didn’t like the fact that sunghoon just walked around like he was the boss of everything.

“oh look at you.” sunghoon bends down a little, “milk spilt on your clothes? you should go change.” sunghoon fakes a pout. you glared at the boy.

“you’re an asshole, do you know that?”

“kinda knew about that princess.” he smirks before walking away. the jacket you were wearing was your boyfriend’s. how were you going to explain it to him.

“daniel, i’m so sorry for spilling-”

“It’s okay (name).”

“oh okay.” your boyfriend sighs before turning to speak to you.

“Let’s breakup.” your eyes widen. you felt the tears prickling at the corner of your eyes.

“Why?” you asked, your voice already wavering.

“I’m tired of this. Of us.” he says.

“did something happen?”

“I just don’t want to sneak around anymore. I want an open relationship.” he leans on one of the bookshelves.

“t-then we can do it.”

“too late. I’m thankful for you and this relationship but i don’t think it’s going to work out anymore.” daniel stood up from his seat in the library, you held onto his hand.

“I don’t understand daniel, our relationship is perfectly fine. We can continue it even if we reveal it. Why do you want to end it.” daniel pries your hand off him.

“he loves you (name). It’s not right for me to be with you.”

“he?” daniel leaves you there confused. Who was he and why did he have to ruin your relationship?

“whoever this ‘he’ is, i’m going to fucking kill him.” you grumbled and left the library.

“hello (name).” sunghoon slides in. you rolled your eyes.

“what do you want, park sunghoon.” you growled.

“sheesh, so feisty today.”

“I’m not in the mood to talk.”

“Cause your boyfriend broke up with you?”

“cause my-” you glared at him. “how do you know about it?”

“overheard.”

“so you were listening in?”

“you could say.” you hit him. “Ow! What the fuck.”

“asshole.” you say before walking away.

Sunghoon truly got on your nerves. you just left for class and went to look for your best friend. You slammed your bag on the desk and your best friend got startled.

“jesus. What’s up with you?” sana says.

“park sunghoon is the problem.”

“ah, him. The handsome guy.”

“first off, he isn’t handsome. secondly, i fucking hate his guts and i want to actually murder him.”

“remind me why you hate his guts so much again?” sana says.

“because…”

And this was where the flashback started.

You were a young aspiring girl, you wanted to be an ice skater. It was your dream. Until a certain boy showed up in your class. Everyone praised him, he was a well-known boy in your class. He was graceful, delicate and his moves were always perfect. The teacher even acknowledges that. You were her top student until he showed up.

Which was when you started hating on the boy. Every single time the teacher comes up with ways to praise the boy, it was like she was talking as if he was her own son. His little smirk and smiles whenever he gets complimented.

“I never liked him. he was just a shithead.”

“okay but what did he actually do to you?”

You remember one of the days, he tripped you and you fell. You hurt yourself so badly that the doctor warned you not to skate anymore. Which was when you found out that you had weak bones and hence you were prone to breaking your legs easily. your parents cried with you in the hospital that day and it took you months to recover.

“Is that why you aren’t allowed to do sports and you’re excused?”

“yeah, well it’s my fate. what else can i do.”

“okay but technically it’s not sunghoon’s fault.” sana says.

“He tripped me and proceeded to laugh at me. I don’t even think he even pitied or said sorry to me.” you sighed. “he has no idea how long the recovery was. I had to be treated like a doll so fragile because everyone was afraid they’d break me.” sana hugs you.

“I’m so sorry that happened.”

After school, you went home. You were walking out of the gate when you spot sunghoon. You rolled your eyes and just walked past him but he was quick to grab onto you.

“can we talk?”

“no.”

“I didn’t do anything to you, why are you being like this?”

“Because i hate you.”

“What the fuck did i do??” sunghoon says.

“Exist.” you tugged your arm out from sunghoon’s grasp and walked away.

Sunghoon sighs. Perhaps, maybe he shouldn’t have messed with your relationship with daniel but he knew he could treat you better than him. sunghoon knew how daniel was like, he was friends with him after all. Daniel was a very playful guy, sure he was pretty serious with you but little did you know he was a master at cheating.

No one knew how he brought 2 girls in the soccer boy’s locker room and did god knows what. Only the team did and that’s because well…they heard the sounds. Sunghoon was frustrated, he liked you and didn’t want you to get hurt. Hence he threatened daniel to break up with you.

Well ‘threatened’ he was doing the right thing because daniel was a player and he didn’t want you to find out. Mayhaps he kinda forgot you hated his guts and wouldn’t thank him for breaking you and daniel up. After all, he did know you were so in love with daniel.

“(name) wait.” you groaned. sunghoon ran up to you.

“you have 10 seconds.”

“what? why can’t it be more-”

“5…4…”

“okay! here.” he shoved his phone in front of you. the video of daniel bringing two girls into the shower together.

“now you see why you two broke up?” sunghoon says. you were obviously sad that you and daniel broke up but seeing this…just made you mad. you balled your fist up and decided to walk away. “hey where are you going?”

“to daniel’s house.”

“w-what?” sunghoon chases after you. he follows you. “why are you going over?”

“because he deserves a beating?”

“jesus (name), i didn’t think you’d actually get mad.”

“listen, i’m not a weak girl. If you think just because i loved him dearly for 2 years with all my heart that i’m going to forgive him. you’re wrong.” you say. sunghoon sighs, he grabs your hand and pulls you over to his bike.

“If you want to find daniel, he is not home.” he hands you a helmet.

“then where is he?”

“umm…”

you made it to the destination. a strip club. oh. maybe you didn’t fully know about daniel.

“here?” you say pointing to the club. sunghoon nods.

“this is where he usually hangs out on fridays.” you looked at sunghoon. “I don’t-”

“sure, all guys are the same.”

“(name), i swear-”

you just walked up to the security team.

“hi, could you move.” you say.

“sorry, we don’t allow middle schoolers.” you glared at them.

“Middle schoolers? Listen buddy, I AM OF LEGAL AGE!” sunghoon holds you back.

“sorry, she’s with me.”

“you too.” they told sunghoon. sunghoon rolls his eyes, he laughs and pulls out a gun before pulling a straight face.

“listen, have you ever heard of enhypen?” the security guard laughs.

“some kpop group or something?” they laughed at sunghoon.

“ah, living underground i see.” sunghoon pushes you behind him and whispers, “i suggest you hide in the alleyway. This isn’t going to be pretty.” you nodded and listened to sunghoon.

In 3 counts, you could hear 2 gunshots. you peaked around the corner and just witnessed the bodies of the two guards. They weren’t dead, rather groaning in pain due to the wound on their legs

“here, maybe a souvenir for you since you don’t know about us.” he slaps a newspaper down on his head.

‘BREAKING NEWS: new gang, enhypen, discovered and their killing record has surpassed past gangs, mafia bosses and mobsters.’

You shivered reading the headline. okay maybe you shouldn’t mess with sunghoon if this was his daily job. Even if he is your enemy, you knew you shouldn’t make him mad. sunghoon grabs your hand and leads you through the place. It was like he knew the place very well.

“(name), i know what you’re thinking and no i have not been here before. This place is easy to navigate. I’m not that kind of guy.”

“uh huh and you totally didn’t try to kill those two bodyguards.”

“hey, they were testing my patience and besides who the fuck doesn’t know our group?”

“uhh everyone who isn’t associated to the black market?”you say.

“well-” sunghoon pauses, he hears sounds coming from one of the rooms and he could only imagine what’s behind the door. his face morphs into a disgusted one. “we should probably come back later. I don’t want to see something i shouldn’t-”

you rolled your eyes and just burst into the room. there daniel was with a girl under him, the girl scrambles to cover herself after she screams. sunghoon covers his eyes, you know..as a form of respect

“(name) what the fuck!” daniel curses.

“daniel, what a lovely surprise to see you here.”

“why are you here?? sunghoon you too!”

“dude, your ex wanted to see you, not me.” sunghoon says. Daniel groans.

“we broke up (name), what’s there more to say?”

“alright, it’s true we broke up but i just wanted to state that i broke up with you and not the other way around.”

“what?” daniel says.

“you cheated on me while we were dating.”

“that’s something you don’t ever need to know,” he says.

“Oh really.” you grabbed sunghoon’s gun. “I don’t like cheaters daniel, you know that.” sunghoon’s eyes widened. At this point, he doesn’t care if he sees anything weird. You were putting someone at gunpoint.

“(name), give me the gun.” sunghoon says.

“sunghoon, don’t.” he stops. you turned to daniel. “I spent 2 years loving you and i find out you cheated on me despite you knowing i got cheated on during my first relationship? You’re a real ass, do you know that?”

“look (name), put the gun down and let’s just talk after i get dressed.” you scoffed.

“you’re going to run away, aren’t you?” you say.

“And what if i am?” you laughed.

“Go ahead. Try me.”

“What has happened to you? I thought you were the innocent, fragile girl whom I dated?”

“I still have weak bones, i may or may not be dead soon but daniel…you don’t know all of me just yet.” you stepped forward and placed a finger under his chin. “maybe you’ve heard of me before.” you smirked and took out something from your pocket, your mask.

sunghoon gasps.

“you’re-”

“angel kim? yeah, i am. nobody knows my identity behind the mask. well at least the ones alive.”

you could hear sirens blasting. the cops were coming and you had to finish this quickly.

“If i let you and this playtoy live, you can’t say anything about my identity. well, even if you do, i’ll find a way to end some innocent lives.” you smirked. “so your choice, either you zip your mouths and no one gets killed or you yap about it and you can say goodbye to our law enforcements who probably have families.”

“you’re evil.” daniel says as he grits his teeth.

“oh am i now. I thought you were the evil one. After all, who has the most body counts?” you say. sunghoon’s jaw drops, now why did he find whatever you just said so hot?

Ah right, he had a crush on your secret identity and you in real life. He never thought you’d be that heartless. You grabbed sunghoon’s hands.

“Let’s leave mr.i am in enhypen. you’re part of gang, i’m sure they are out to get you too.” you teased. sunghoon just lets you drag him away. you ran over to a secluded spot.

“alright, so they would probably be looking for us.”

“Aren’t there security cameras?” sunghoon says as he realises. you pulled out a device.

“I think ahead all the time.” with the device, it could stop all the security cameras in the building.

“that is the coolest thing i have ever seen.”

“and useful too.” you say.

“So…we’ve practically worked together for whatever this is. what are we now?” sunghoon says as he shoves his hands into his pockets. you snickered.

“In terms of field aspect, we are enemies. you should know that.”

“Of course i do.”

“but in terms of school and other things, we can be acquaintances.”

“just acquaintances?” sunghoon says.

“why? Do you want something more?” you smirked.

“both you and i know we’d rather be off with being something more than that.” sunghoon says as he steps closer to you. your heart races. Sunghoon leans forward and just as your lips were about to touch.

RING!!!!

You opened your eyes and jolt out of bed. what the fuck actually happened? you looked around, you weren’t in your room. In fact, where were you? You twist your body to the side and when you did, you faced sunghoon. You screamed. He places a finger on your lips and shushes you.

“the boys are sleeping.”

“that doesn’t change the fact that i’m in your fucking bed.” you say.

“Well…you were drunk.”

“me? drunk? Are you serious-” then it hit you. Last night, you went to jay’s party because your boyfriend had broken up with you and hence you were out of it. you did not have a whole badass girl boss moment, it was just a dream. one question you had, how could you travel all the way from jay’s house to sunghoon’s room?

“did we, you know.” you gesture. sunghoon looks at you weirdly.

“you think i’d actually want to do it with you?” ah so you were still enemies with him and he was still a massive jerk. Got it, whatever you really had experienced before was just a dream. A very…real dream.

“As if i’d actually do it with you.” you rolled your eyes and pried the covers off you. you realised you weren’t in your clothes from last night. you turned back to sunghoon.

“what happened to my clothes?”

“you stripped them off last night and then proceeded to whine about how cold it was.” you felt your cheeks reddened in embarrassment.

“don’t tell me you saw something you shouldn’t have seen.” sunghoon sighs.

“(name), you were naked. what else am i supposed to see besides your bare body.”

“you didn’t look away??”

“hey, in my defence i had to change you.” you blush even harder before covering your body up.

“Can’t believe i’ve been violated.”

“you allowed me to do so. besides, that wasn’t the only embarrassing thing you did.” sunghoon says.

“great, there’s more.” you whine. “what more? i’ve already done enough damage.” sunghoon smirks.

“you kissed m-”

“NOT ANOTHER WORD OUT OF THAT TRAPHOLE OF YOURS!”

“oh baby, this is the same traphole you madeout with last night.” he flirtatiously says

“shut the fuck up.” you groaned. The door opens and you yelp. There stood his friend.

“sunghoon, it’s early in the morning. are seriously in here fucking someone aga-” he notices you. “Or not, hey (name).” heeseung says.

“don’t say anything. I’d like to leave thank you.” you say.

“don’t forget to return my clothes.” sunghoon yells after you.

“fucking asshole.” you mumbled under your breath as you left the house.

As for sunghoon he happily lays in his bed, a huge smile plastered on his face.

“you know, you’re kind of an ass.” heeseung says.

“what do you mean?”

“well, you did just practically kick her out of our house while she’s probably still hungover.”

“you know i’m not good with girls.”

“yeah, you’re only good at throwing them to the side.” heeseung says. sunghoon clenches his jaw.

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

“you and jake, that’s the only thing you two were ever great at doing.”

“i did not throw (name) to the side. Besides, we have nothing going on between the both of us. she hates me and i hate her.”

“are you sure nothing is going on between the both of you? sunghoon, i literally see you giving her heart eyes whenever she walks by. you literally smiled after talking to her!”

“hyung, i swear on my life. I don’t like her.” sunghoon says.

“then don’t play with her.”

“why are you being so defensive? do you like her or something?”

“no, she’s my little sister.”

“she’s your what?”

“my little sister. she doesn’t know i’m her brother though. after all, i did leave my family at quite a young age.” heeseung sighs.

“you kept a huge secret not only from us but (name)?” sunghoon says.

“It’s not like i don’t want to tell her. I’m sure she’ll be disgusted with what i do to survive everyday.”

“hyung?”

“yeah?”

“she umm…” heeseung turns around to see you standing by the door. you must have heard everything.

“(name).”

“is that why you always check up on me? greet me? i’m your little sister?” you say.

“dad doesn’t want us to reunite because he knows what i do as a living. you deserve a better life than knowing your older brother is a criminal.”

“heeseung, you’re a year older than me. we must’ve grew up together.”

“we did, until you lost your memories because of me.”

“what happened?”

“I’ll tell you another time. you should get home. Dad is going to be worried about you.” heeseung says.

“I just want answers heeseung.”

“(name) next time alright?”

“heeseung-”

“Please.” heeseung desperately says. tears were already forming in his eyes. guess he didn’t want to be reminded of what happened, he wasn’t ready to tell the truth.

“i-i’ll leave.” you say as you grabbed your purse, the reason why you walked back into sunghoon’s room.

The room’s tension was weird and awkward but sunghoon quickly dismisses it.

“wanna buy mcdonald’s for breakfast?” sunghoon asks. Heeseung sighs.

“i’m going to go for a walk to clear my mind up. if anything happens, i’ll call.” heeseung says.

“o-” heeseung leaves the room, “kay..” sunghoon tilts his head before shrugging and just leaving to take a shower. sunghoon decided to visit the race tracks, after all there was a big competition soon and they all were participating.

“you look down.” sunoo slaps a chocolate bar in front of sunghoon. “eat this.”

“I don’t eat sweet things before practice.” sunghoon says. Sunoo sighs.

“what has got you confused and shit.”

“(name).” sunoo’s eyes widened.

“you finally realise you like her?” sunoo says excitedly. sunghoon looks over at the younger boy weirdly.

“no. why would i like her?”

“because you do?” sunoo says. sunghoon scoffs.

“I will never like her.”

“whatever you say hyung. By the way, have you seen heeseung hyung?”

“he went somewhere.”

“but he should be back by now, we have practice and you know how the boss gets.” sunghoon sighs and picks up his phone before dialling heeseung.

“why are you here.” mr.lee says.

“I can’t be a great older brother?”

“you were never a great older brother to (name) and neither were you a great son.” heeseung scoffs.

“at least i actually care about her.” heeseung says. mr.lee gasps.

“what have you become?”

“you but of course, i’m better. I never hurt my wife and kids.”

“I never harmed you and your sister or your mom.” mr lee says.

“sure, physically no. mentally? yeah. You threw hateful words at us and then proceeded to practically fuck with our minds. why do you think (name) is so scared of you?” heeseung growls. (stream blessed-cursed)

Heeseung notices your figure hiding behind the wall.

“let me bring (name) with me.” heeseung stares at his dad, well once his dad since he didn’t want to be related to the man.

“why? you were the one who made her lose her memories when she was 13.”

“but i can provide the love she deserves, you come home late everyday and she’s left home alone every single fucking day.”

“and how do you know?”

“you of all people know who i actually am.” heeseung says. mr.lee frowns.

“if your sister finds out who you exactly are, i don’t think she’d feel safe around you.”

You rolled out your luggage and stood next to your brother.

“you really think i would live with you after you hid from me and never made an effort to make me remember my own brother?”

“(name).”

“don’t (name) me, dad.” you say whilst glaring at your dad.

“so you’re just going to leave me and live with your brother? What if your mom comes over?”

“like she’ll ever come back, you’re just hoping she comes back for you.” heeseung spat out. mr.lee clenches his fist, he gets ready to throw a punch but you quickly pulled heeseung away so he doesn’t get hit.

“Let’s go.” you whisper and pulled your luggage and heeseung with you. Heeseung lets you drag him far from your home (well was your home). He stops you from bringing him along further.

“I have to go somewhere.” heeseung says.

“okay.”

“here, keys to my house. you can sleep in my room. i’ll sleep in the living room from now on.”

“what? It’s your room, you should be sleeping there. I’m fine with the couch.” heeseung sighs. he ruffles your hair.

“let me make up for not being there as your older brother.”

“aright.”

“my room is the furthest one, the ones on the left and right of mine are sunghoon’s and jake’s.”

“Mhm, okay.” heeseung smiles a little.

“I’ll buy you some dinner later on. If you’re hungry right now, you can make some ramen. take from the left cabinet, the other side is specifically for jake and sunghoon.”

“okay heeseung, i am not a little girl. I know how to take care of myself.” you giggle at the protective side of your brother. he pouts.

“but you’re still my little sister.”

“yeah, by a year old man.”

“I am not old-”

“Don’t you have to go? shoo get going.” heeseung huffs.

“this isn’t over lee (name).” you stick out your tongue to tease heeseung. heeseung rolls his eyes and leaves.

You made it over to heeseung’s home. Well, you’ve been here once in sunghoon’s room, hungover. Just thinking about it made you want to slap the crap out of the boy. Speaking of which,

“why are you here?” the said boy says as he startles you. you jumped back.

“heeseung told me to.” sunghoon rolls his eyes.

“alright, just don’t go in my room or touch any of my shit.”

“as if i want to. you probably have some sex toys in there for your ‘victims’.” you say. sunghoon steps forward.

“well, would you like to find out?” you shoved sunghoon away.

“no thanks.” you felt a small furry thing climb at your leg and so you look down. A cute puppy tries to climb at you to get your attention.

“yah, gaeul why are you touching her. she’s the enemy!! Attack her!” but the puppy could only tilt her head at the command before barking for your attention. you snickered before lifting what you assumed was sunghoon’s dog.

“aww how adorable, she shows way more affection to me than you.” you held the puppy. “Is he a bad man? hmm?” you asked gaeul, she only licks your face as a response and you giggle. It felt ticklish.

sunghoon felt his heart flutter slightly, never has he once seen gaeul be nice to strangers. Not even to his previous flings, usually gaeul would either ignore them or nearly bite their finger off. he shouldn’t be feeling something for you. not when the both of you hated each other’s guts. You continue to coo at the puppy.

“can you put her down?” sunghoon says.

“why should i? Your puppy decided to come up to me.” you stick out your tongue. Sunghoon rolls his eyes before he wraps his arm around your waist, tugging you closer. Your eyes widened.

“you should listen to me while i’m being nice.” sunghoon says. you glared at him, the front door opens and jake enters the house. he pauses in his step.

“(name)?” jake says. you shoved sunghoon away.

“jake?” sunghoon turns to his best friend.

“how do you know (name)?” he questions jake.

“ex-fling and a friend.” jake smiles. sunghoon looks over at you.

“what? just cause i look all so ‘nerdy’ and annoying doesn’t mean i didn’t have my fun time.” you looked over at jake. “besides, he was a great partner.” you shrug.

“miss me cutie?” jake winks.

“try me, heeseung will end you.” you say. jake laughs.

“oh, hell no am i going to feel the wrath of him. He’s scary.” jake shivers.

“aww is jakey scared of his poor hyung.” you teased. sunghoon felt his heart clench at the sight of you and jake practically flirting. weird.

the door opens.

“dude, what’s up with the old man. he is so spicy today. I just came late to practice once and he gets all worked up. if he wasn’t paying me stacks, i would’ve killed him a long time ago.” heeseung says. had he forgotten you were staying with them now? yeah, for a second after he said everything and then he sees you with your jaw dropped.

“Heeseung...what did you mean by ‘kill him a long time ago’. what do you and your friends do as a living?”

“Uhh-” you gasp.

“are you a hitman?” jake snickers.

“you could say so but we hit bad man. not innocent ones and we race illegally too.” jake explains. Heeseung throws daggers at the younger male.

“fucking idiot.” sunghoon facepalms. jake pouts.

“was i not supposed to tell her?” heeseung sighs.

“Well truth is out. You probably hate me now.”

“I don’t hate you, it’s just shocking. you are so nice at times and here you are probably with a lot of blood on your hands. besides, this house doesn’t pay itself, obviously you’d be into some shady shit if you live in a modern mansion with 3 other boys.”

“Oh thank god, i don’t want my baby sis to be mad at me because of what i do.” heeseung hugs you.

“It’s nothing besides, like jake said. You kill bad guys not the good ones.” and now sunghoon felt the urge to pull you out of heeseung’s arms. why was he feeling this all of a sudden, why did he feel so jealous over any guy that you come across.

sunghoon was not someone possessive.

heeseung’s phone rings and so he goes to answer it. his face turns serious after he comes back.

“what’s wrong?”

“we have to leave.”

“oh, don’t worry about me hee.” you say.

“no, as in, we have to leave seoul and move away.” heeseung says.

“what? why?” you say.

“is it cause of them?” jake asks.

“yeah.” heeseung runs his fingers through his hair in frustration, “fuck, they never learn huh.”

“who is this ‘them’.” you say.

“some gang, that thinks they can overthrow our spot.” jake says.

“they clearly don’t know their place.” sunghoon adds.

“you guys really to tell me everything about your gang and your jobs. I need to be filled in so i can at least protect myself. i’m sure if they are a gang they may go after me since i am related to heeseung.”

“hyung, she isn’t wrong there. we should be prepared. who knows they may just you know kidnap her.” jake says.

“We’ll just be around her. For now, let’s get to packing and tell the other boys.”

It was about 3am when sunghoon walks into your room, well heeseung’s room.

“yes? what do you need?” you say as you looked up at the boy.

“why aren’t you asleep?”

“you think i can sleep knowing i’m going to possibly get kidnapped because my brother and his friends are in a gang?”

“i was just asking, don’t need to get all worked up.”

“I really don’t understand how you’re so used to this.”

“It’s been like 8 years since i started this whole thing.”

“you started this whole ‘gang’ thing at 11?”

“i was desperate. My mom was extremely sick at that time. She was the so-called breadwinner of our house before i left.”

“What about your dad?” you asked. sunghoon sighs before looking away from you.

“He died when i was 5.”

“oh. sorry for mentioning it.” you say. the awkward tension filled the air, “you should get back to your room. we have a flight tomorrow.” you say.

“right.” sunghoon quickly leaves the bedroom. you were left there to question what was the actual reason he came into the room.

It was about 5am, heeseung came in to wake you up and so you did. you took a shower and changed into something comfortable before meeting the other 3 in the living room. It seems though, sunghoon was the only one ready. the two other boys were probably either showering or getting ready. they needed to bring the bare essentials so that they could be prepared.

you can’t help but stare at sunghoon, he was looking down at his phone with his sliver hair practically covering his sight. It was slightly damp since he took a shower not too long ago. the dim lighting lit him up very faintly and he looked heavenly. your heart races, you wonder why? maybe you liked him but there was no way you two would date, he was of different class and besides, you two loved to argue a lot hence you two were enemies.

“(name), got everything already?” heeseung comes up behind you.

“yeah, i didn’t bring much since i did just leave dad’s home practically yesterday.” heeseung nods.

“jake, is layla okay with the flight back to australia?” you looked down and saw the adorable dog. you gasp before kneeling down in front of her.

“layla!! It’s been a while, my baby.” you coo at the puppy while making kissy noises. jake’s eyes widened, he looks up at heeseung who was confused as to how you know about layla.

“I’m sure you’ve never met layla, how do you know her? She stayed with jake in their apartment until he decided to move in with us a year ago.” heeseung questions you.

“uhhh.”

“they were flings. oh sorry, ex-flings.” sunghoon says.

“jaeyun?” heeseung glares at the younger boy. jake gulps in fear.

“w-we just did it once or twice. nothing more.” jake says.

“Didn’t you mention last night how you’d like to take to (name) back to bed and have fun her since it’s been a while? When i asked how many times you did it with you said practically everywhere in your apartment mostly in the showers.” sunghoon says.

“snitch.” jake huffs.

“we will talk about this later in the jet. (name), you too.” you timidly nod. gaeul tries to climb up you and so you picked her up.

“u-umm sunghoon?”

“yeah?”

“Has gaeul ever flown in a plane before?”

“No.”

“Oh okay. Can i-”

“just take care of her.” sunghoon says before walking off outside with his luggage.

“what’s up with him?” jake says. heeseung shrugs.

[time skip]

“woah.” riki’s jaw drops, “it’s so pretty. hyung, did the old man finally do something right for once?” heeseung snickers at riki’s words.

“maybe.”

“since our dear leader isn’t here, is heeseung hyung in charge?” jay says as he holds onto his girlfriend’s hand.

“yeah.”

“the ladies should rest. jake needs to show us around this place. since, he is a native here.” heeseung explains. you were about to leave when sunghoon holds onto your wrist and hands you something.

“take this, in case somehow someone finds our base.” sunghoon whispers.

“umm okay?” the other boys were watching you and sunghoon. jake nudges sunghoon.

“what was that about? Aren’t you two sworn enemies?”

“she’s staying here alone with yejun. It’s best if they have a form of device to inform us the base is being attacked.”

“aww is little hoonie finally giving in?” jay teases. sunghoon glares at jay.

“come on, let's go.” sunghoon says. Once the boys leave, yejun nudges your shoulder.

“something going on between you and sunghoon?” yejun smirks. you shoved her away.

“no, we are just enemies.”

“enemies with…benefits?”

“you’re lucky your younger sister is sana. she’s my best friend.” you huffed. yejun laughs.

It was pretty late at night, you were about to possibly take a late night shower so you could relax when you heard something crash. Your eyes widened when you noticed someone trying to climb into the bathroom with a ladder. you tapped onto the item that sunghoon gave you and ran over to yejun.

“Let’s hide. I think someone found their base.”

“It’s not even been a day. I need some sleep, the jetlag is ruining me right now.” yejun says.

“well, i’m not willing to become dead meat and i’m sure your boyfriend wouldn’t want that too. I already clicked on this thing so they should be coming home any second now. For now, we need to find a safe place.”

“I think i know a place.” yejun leads you to a library and pulls on one book before it reveals a staircase down.

“how do you know about this?”

“jay showed me around.”

“and mind explaining why he showed you this place first?”

“because it’s where they keep their weapons?”

“weapons?”

“If we need to fend for ourselves, we at least know where to go. Now, let’s actually get in here before whoever broke into our house finds us.” you nod. as the both of you enter, the door closes behind you.

You entered a pretty big underground area. It was filled with all kinds of high tech things and weapons on the wall. yejun makes herself at home. A security camera pops up, you noticed the 6 boys (minus sunoo because he wasn’t allowed to come with them) planning something before they made their way in. they shot around for incoming gang members.

“Feels like i’m watching a movie honestly.” yejun says. You snickered. sunghoon runs around, it switches over to the library camera and he enters the secret room once it was revealed. your eyes widened. sunghoon runs over to you to give you a hug. yejun gasps softly before covering her mouth.

sunghoon breaks the hug and checks up on you.

“Nothing happened right?” he says as he inspects you.

“n-no?” his eyes met with yours. He sighs in relief.

“good.” the other boys enter the room shortly after. jay checks up on yejun.

“The ladies are fine right?” heeseung asks.

“yeah.”

“you should have seen sunghoon running in here and giving (name) a hug.” yejun says. you blushed. Sunghoon’s rolls his eyes.

“we saw him running but didn’t think he’d hug his ‘sworn’ enemy.” jake says.

“jealous?” sunghoon says. jake gasps.

“why would i.”

“sunghoon, the real question is…why did you hug her.” jay says. sunghoon looks away from the boys and you.

“I’ll be in my room.” sunghoon says before leaving.

“sunghoon hyung has a crush on noona. I bet.” riki says.

“alright buddy, how much.” jake smirks. you rolled your eyes.

“stop betting, he doesn’t even like me.”

“20 bucks?” riki says.

“20 bucks it is.” jake says.

“you two are insufferable.” you say.

“that’s riki and jake for you.” jay says.

It was late at night, you were drying your hair with a towel as you took a late night shower. The cool breeze blew from the window. you sighed as you looked out of the window, this was your new life now. Living with your brother and his friends, getting into peculiar situations like previously and possibly getting kidnapped.

You hear a small knock.

“come in.” you called out. the door opens and sunghoon walks in.

“what do you want?” sunghoon sighs.

“your hand.” you tilt your hand. Previously as you were running to hide with yejun, you cut your hand on something sharp by accident. Everyone else didn’t notice it, why did sunghoon only notice. “don’t try hiding it.”

“I’m not trying to hide it.”

“you’re hiding your hands behind your back.” sunghoon says.

“well why do you care, aren’t you park sunghoon? Don’t you hate me?” you say. sunghoon sighs and tugs your hands forward, he settles you down on the edge of your bed before quietly nursing your cut.

you wince slightly and jerk your hand away but sunghoon’s grip was stronger.

“Don’t move.” sunghoon says.

“well, it hurts.”

“If you move, i’ll kiss you.” your eyes widened.

“Kiss me? Are you what? 5? look, park. we are enemies, we hate each other and so if anything kiss-” before you knew it, sunghoon’s lips were on yours. It was only a mere 2 seconds before he pulls away to finish wrapping your hand in a bandage. sunghoon looks up at you.

“enemies can kiss too.” he says before walking out of your room.

what the fuck park sunghoon.

next morning, you went to the kitchen and there stood sunghoon. you felt your cheeks heating up, what has he actually done to you. This was not a normal feeling and you know it. you came up to the dining table and sunghoon places a plate of pancakes in front of you.

“here. I need to leave to get some groceries with heeseung hyung.” he simply says before he steps away. you grabbed his hand.

“sunghoon. wait.” you say. sunghoon turns to you, “why are you doing this?”

“doing what?”

“This? Acting all nice and even making me breakfast. I swear to god if you’re trying to get in my fucking pants-”

“I’m not. I just felt the need to do so.”

“are you pitying me?” sunghoon scoffs.

“why would i?” he gets to your eye level. “I am not pitying you.”

“then why?”

“you’ll find out sooner or later.” sunghoon says before leaving.

“what?” you mumble. Suddenly, you felt a hand grab your shoulder, you jumped at the contact.

“BOO!” jake scares you.

“SIM JAEYUN!!!” you yelled before attacking jake. he yells.

“AH OKAY IM SORRY!!!” jake says. you stopped hitting him and he apologises, “i saw what happened between you and hoon. Those eyes, he seems a little guilty.”

“guilty? Of what?”

“well, maybe for practically treating you like absolute shit for the past years?” you rolled your eyes.

“yeah sure, as if. sunghoon, would never feel pity.”

“he’s not good at expressing himself you know. He’s just shy around you.”

“shy? Around me? yeah, right.” you say before stabbing your pancakes.

“he’s trying (name). he’s trying to make it up to you. you do realise sunghoon has never once made me and heeseung hyung pancakes for breakfast right?” jake says.

“really?”

“yeah, usually we’d eat ramen for breakfast or just visit a cafe. I’m also pretty sure he woke up early in the morning to fix this for you since he has zero fucking clue on how to cook.” you looked down at your food. “so, i’m just saying…maybe you should give sunghoon a chance to prove himself. I think he really likes you.”

“He likes me?”

“i wouldn’t say this if it’s not true. After all, i am his best friend.” jake smiles.

you felt your heart beat faster the minute. sunghoon likes you? now why did you feel kinda excited and happy.

“hey little sis, me and sunghoon are- where did you get that pancake?” heeseung says.

“oh, umm-” why was it so hard to admit sunghoon made it for you. sunghoon arrives next to heeseung.

“so?”

“sunghoonmadeit.” you mumbled.

“huh?” heeseung says. jake snickers.

“sunghoon made it for her.” jake helps you. heeseung’s eyes widened before turning to sunghoon. sunghoon clears his throat and starts blushing.

“l-let’s go hyung.” sunghoon quickly leaves the dining area. heeseung quickly turns to you before mouthing “later, tell me what’s going on.” you nod. heeseung runs after sunghoon.

jake laughs, “i have never seen sunghoon that flustered in my whole life of knowing him. you got him whipped my dear (name).” you smacked the back of jake’s head. “Ow okay, i meant sunghoon’s dear (name).”

“fuck off.”

it was about 3pm, nothing really happened and now you were just watching some movies on your tv. The door bursts open and you screamed. That is until you noticed it’s just sunghoon.

“sunghoon, you really should knock on the door.” he rolls his eyes. “why are you here?” he climbs your bed, your eyes widened. Before you could even say anything, his body was on top of yours.

“sunghoon?” you try to get out of his grasps, he only holds you tighter.

“Let me stay here for a while.”

“what if my brother walks in-”

“I locked the door.”

“sunghoon-” you felt a small peck on your neck, you sighed. Guess he wasn’t going anywhere. 5 minutes pass by, “you know sunghoon. enemies don’t do this kind of thing.” he groans.

“can we not talk about the fact that we are enemies and i’m cuddling you right now?”

“Am i wrong? Enemies argue, they don’t cuddle.”

“then do you want to be my girlfriend instead? just so i can cuddle you?” you blushed at sunghoon’s words. he notices you didn’t answer his question so he untangles himself from you. “(name)?”

“yeah?”

“I’m asking you if you would rather be my girlfriend than my enemy?”

“oh.” you felt your cheeks grow warmer by the second. “well, you see. sunghoon…we aren’t on the best terms and now suddenly you do all of this and make me feel all weird and tingly.” you rant. the more nonsense you spew, the bigger sunghoon’s smile grows. he found you adorable nonetheless. he smirks and leaves a peck on your lips to shut you up. you gasp.

“you’re adorable when you ramble but you’re really confusing me (name).”

“no, you’re the one confusing me park sunghoon!”

“let me make it simple, i like you and have always liked you. you can even say i love you. i tease you only because i wanted your attention and you always have the cutest reaction.” sunghoon confesses. your jaw drops. “so, lee (name). Will you please be my girlfriend? If that doesn’t work, can i at least court you?”

you kept quiet, only because you were stunned he actually admitted to liking you. this wasn’t a dream right? like you had previously where he was some sort of mafia gang?

“this is isn’t a joke right?”

“what do you want me to do to prove that it isn’t a joke.” you bit your lips, sunghoon’s eyes instantly caught you doing so, he leans in. before your lips even touch, you heard someone knocking.

“(name), do you want anything from mcdonald’s? jay is treating us after traumatising riki last night.” jake yells. that poor 16 year old, what did he hear last night.

“uhh, just buy me anything.”

“alright, also have you seen sunghoon? he isn’t in his room and i wanna ask him what he wants.” sunghoon smirks, he opens his mouth to say something but you quickly shut him up with a kiss.

“don’t you dare say anything. my brother will kill you if he knows you’re in my room.” you say once you pulled away.

“why not? it’s just jake.”

“wait- is he in your room?” jake tries to open the door. “hey, why is the door locked? (name), what are you and sunghoon doing in the locked bedroom??” jake says.

“sunghoon isn’t here jake! he just texted me to say he went out for practice!”

“bullshit, there is no practice today! oh wait till i tell heeseung hyung-” you were about to run to the door when sunghoon pins you down to the bed.

“let him go, he’ll tell your brother but i wanna spend a couple minutes with you.” sunghoon smirks. “in bed.” your eyes widened when he suddenly pulls your covers above the both of you.

“park-” sunghoon kisses you.

was this just an enemies with benefits or was this true love? oh who am i kidding, you and sunghoon ended up dating. heeseung was happy for you but he kept glaring at sunghoon after he mauled you like a werewolf. those love marks took 2 weeks to fully disappear by the way. happy ending for both you and sunghoon.

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greycaelum · 3 years

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Kaleidoscope Series Masterlist

Random drabbles of Satoru X You.

[Gojo Satoru X Reader]

[ Mainly fluff, and domestic drabbles ]

• || Clouds & Mochi Chapters (Papa Satoru & Kouki w/ Mama-Reader) ||

Faithfully

—Engagement, elopment, and wedding with your lovable menace.

Paris

—What to do in the City of Love?

Kikufuku

—Bliss of having a family with Satoru.

Stroll

—Satoru taking your son for a stroll with Nanami.

Worlds

—Satoru's world consist of only two precious existence.

Euphoria

—Pregnancy journey with Satoru, can be considered a sequel to Worlds.

Milestones || Keeping Up

—Milestones with Kouki & Satoru

—Keeping up with the little ball of sunshine and married life.

Gemstones

—Gemstones with Saika, Kouki & Satory

Come Home || Until || Daybreak

—Satoru's sealing and what's waiting for him.

Pretty & Plums

—Papa Satoru babysits Kikufuku while Mama's out

Present

—It's Satoru's birthday and he's bound to receive a present he cannot turn down || NSFW ||

Clouds and Mochi

—Baby shower and labor-birth with your Kikufuku and Satoru

Kool Fever

—When you caught fever your boys will take care of you

Butter Potatoes and Bath Salts

—You come over to Satoru's office to take care of him

Work Hard

—Why Mama's hair is different?

Vanilla and Cream

—Satoru goes to a date with his kids and sneaking ice creams behind Mama's back

Wandering Caress

—Back in your the warmth of your arms where my heart belongs || NSFW ||

Gifts

—Spending your birthday (drabble)

Moonrise

—Little Treasure's birth

Standing

—Where you stand as Satoru's significant other

Mochi & Fortune

—How did Kouki and Saika get inside Mama's tummy?

Pets

—When Kouki and Saika asks for a pet

Brothers & Sisters

—The siblings gets to know their elder brother and sisters

Daddy...

—When you call Satoru a devious endearment

Love Language

—Love language shared between you and Satoru

L'amour de ma vie

—Arguments are bridges to understanding

Glimpse

—What's the price in exchange for glimpses of past and future?

Eye Drops

—When someone flirts with Papa, what Kouki ought to do?

Divorce

—Prank gone wrong

'm Sorry

—Sibling squabbles gone wrong

Sort Out

—When the kids makes mistake

Mission

—In his birthday, Kikufuku is a man with a mission

School

—School achievements of the munchkins

Mama

—Mother's Day

Papa

—Father's Day

Hop

—bouncing around, Saika turns three

Care

—if you think one nurse is enough think again coz you have three kitty cats ready to snuggle you til you get better

Protect

—with Uncle Suguru

Normal

—Satoru meets your parents

Kitchen

—A simple anniversary with the kids, in the comforts of your home

SSS

—Kouki's Formation SSS to keep unworthy guys from touching his Mama

Wife

—What it takes to be his wife

Son

—He looks up to him the most

Blue

—Going on a date, and meeting the 3rd mochi

Feisty

—No one gets away from stressing their Princess

Lose

—Arguments and Assurance

Sweet Things • Transcend •

—A leap through time

Couple

—A question & answer time with our couple

Salve

—A balm to soothe your heart

Supposed

—Supposed years

A Future of Possibilities

—It was one of the millions of possible future

Territorial

—Y/n with a rare wifezilla moment

Blankets

—Pregnancy with your three cats around all the time against your belly

First Princess

—What a Papa ought to do when his princess is growing up faster than he expected?

• || Love Me Now, Love Me Never Chapters (Random Reader Ideas) ||

Snuggles

—Comfort from Satoru.

Senritsu

—Satoru & anonymous singer reader.

Cavities

—Satoru with aching teeth

Fuss

—What it takes to soothe a fussy Satoru

Body Switch

—Switching bodies with Satoru, the embarrassing situation the menace is putting you in.

Soothe

—Satoru soothing student reader who's burdened by school and studies

Chocolate Galore

—Winter fluff and snuggles with Satoru and the case of missing chocolates

Fingertips

—10 centimetres of Infinity

E minor

—Satoru X Popstar Reader

Sweet

—Megumi hates sweets, but for some reason he doesn't mind asking for it some more

Pacify Her

—To which you're arranged to marry someone else other than Satoru

Tipsy

—Alcohol in your veins leads to getting frisky...(?)

• || What If Chapters (Spur of what if Ideas) ||

Stayed

—What if Suguru didn't stray but instead stay?

Hairtie

—Reminiscing days when Suguru still needed hairties

Behind the Scenes

—What if Actor Satoru was caught kissing his mystery lady in public

Nail Art

—What if you make a podcast with Actor Satoru while doing manicure

Tickets

—Actor Satoru X Idol Reader, what if he books all your concert tickets

Leash (X Clouds and Mochi Chapter)

—Babysitting the munchkins, Fushiguro, Itadori and Nobara has a handful ahead

Trigger (X Clouds and Mochi Chapter)

—Suguru babysits the munchkins

Uncle Suguru

—snippets w/ Su-chan

• || Covet Me Chapters (Mafia Satoru X Reader) ||

Dressed or Undressed

—Playing dress up with Mafia-Satoru || NSFW ||

|| Covet Me: Ace ||

—Headcannons for Mafia-Satoru X Ex-Assassin Reader

|| Covet Me: Caprice ||

—Betrayals and names

|| Covet Me: Verdict ||

—decision and choices

For the snippets, drabbles, and scenarios of the Series Chapter please visit the

Ask I & Ask II & Kaleidoscope Series Gallery

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therealmintedmango · 4 years

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Cerberus - Part One

Summary: ...”An eerie shadowy figure looms across the way making my murderous blood run cold. It looks smaller than a bear so the thought of running into a bloodthirsty wild animal leaves my mind. It looks not like a wild boar or cat. Wait. There appears to be not just one figure looming across the meadow but two. My eyes widen. The figures don't move but they both stand like humans would upon two legs. But they are bigger… Much larger now that I squint across at these two unknown figures. My stomach drops as I feel like a low growl is produced by the looming, unwavering figures… with… glowing amber eyes?...”

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Genre: Werewolf/ Shifter AU; Medieval AU; Strangers-To-Lovers AU; Heavy Angst; Soulmate AU; Eventual romance/ smut

Beta Read By: @justanothergirlfromeurope Thank you so much my darling for helping me with this! You are wonderful! Thank you! 💖

Rating: NC 18+, Explicit

Words: 5,379

Pairings: (Eventually) ot7 BTS x Human Female Reader

Warnings: Dark themes; Possible Yandere Vibes in the future; Death; Gore; Murder/ Killing; Implied Incest (nothing happens - I promise); Mentions of being naked/ being seen naked; I think that’s it.

It’s late July in the afternoon, the hot sun baking boils on exposed skin if you are a brave enough soul to show any flesh. The cicadas cry, the large winged beasts screaming into the scorching air, sounding like terrible, angry monsters. My giggles cut through the loud droning of the winged beetles, pleased to my core I even let out an unladylike snort, shoulders shaking as Seungkwan tells the group of us a joke. I sit with a few of my brothers - the princes of the land in which father rules - in the shade of the maple when the laughing ceases as a shadow blocks the sun from roasting us further. The younger crowd of my brothers and I look up to see it is men from the king’s court, walking over to our shady spot in the garden, solemn features, shiny hats, and a loyalty to my father is the only thing they share.

They say that mother has passed.

My brother Minghao gets up and asks where the older kin of boys are. The advisors tell him as he barks at us to stay here. The castle, they say. Infection, they say. Seokmin gasps, the bright smile like mother’s downturned at the news. Seungkwan’s joyful attitude dies. Vernon covers his face with his hands, a sob ripping from his throat. Youngest of my thirteen brothers, Chan, clings to me suddenly, tears welling in his large brown orbs as I hold him steadfast.

The food sitting in my stomach feels rotten and cursed all of a sudden. All the sound dies from my ears, my mouth hangs open as the breath escapes me.

Infection they say? How could they say such a thing? She was never ill, I think as people are running in and out of the castle, screaming and crying—something I wish I could do at this moment. I flinch, hearing my most vicious brother - Soonyoung - bellow a sound I wasn’t aware he was able to produce.

I feel the same, but only in my heart for my lips cannot utter even a simple, single whisper.

I was never close with mother even being the only daughter she had out of the fourteen children she created over the years with father when she was fertile - the only job a woman of nobility has in these times. And when she is finished having many children she is to still retain her youthful appearance which she did easily.

They said that she gave her children a little piece of herself when she birthed us all. Chan has her sparkling eyes, Seokmin her smile, Junhui has her high cheekbones, Soonyoung has her unbreakable spirit, Minghao has her sharp tongue, Jeonghan has her cunning brain, Jihoon has her feisty attitude, Mingyu has her ability to be understanding and kind in the midst of her fire and passion, Seungkwan retains her strange sense of humor, Wonwoo got her cool intelligence, Vernon got her uncanny skill to be so young but so strong at the same time, Seungcheol has her unyielding stride, and Joshua her wit. And they say that I am a twin of my mother physically: her hair, her body type, her smile, eyes, her wide hips, sharp shoulders, feet, hands, legs, and even my fingernails.

I only wish I had her spirit and fire my brothers bear, but perhaps they took it all before I was created in her belly? They say that children suck precious things out of you. Did I take everything else from her? Was my guilt eating me alive?

My father, the king of this land, kept her locked away most of the time in the high tower of the west portion of the castle. I don’t know much about father but I know he is easily jealous. He wants the best whatever that may be: the most children, the best cloaks, the best military, the cleanest streets, the shiniest coins, the happiest peasants, the most beautiful queen in all of the land. Father hated when mother would talk to anyone that wasn’t close kin at dinner time or when we went to the market when she would merely look at the fruit seller man. She would be gone for days, no trace of her for a week or so, emerging with tired eyes, brushing the stray hairs from my face as she smiled sadly at me. Little did I know there was no fruit seller in the cobblestone market either.

Still, my heart aches for a mother I had and hardly ever knew.

The sound of the boisterous cicadas fills my ears, hearing returning to normal as brothers Jeonghan and Joshua come to collect us shortly after that, faces made of what looks like stone.

It has been many moons since mother has passed. The air that was once ripe with colors and sounds is quieter now. It’s cool, my peacoat and shawl wrapped around me when I roam the garden in the afternoon with a different brother each day. It’s almost time for a harvest moon which comes in a week, Wonwoo told me on our walk yesterday. The demons and goblins of the underworld are said to have sprung up from the dirt and mud during these times. We sent mother away on a burning ship out to sea so I can’t help but wonder if mother is in the sky, the ground, or the sea still.

My brother Soonyoung and I walk quietly together, the brown leaves crunching under our boots. It is a rare time when his voice is still. I know he is pondering what to say to me.

What can one say to me?

I love them deeply though, their touch and affection they still bring to me after each day. Sun up to sun down they coddle me. They have always coddled me, even the elder ones who are fit and strong and ready to be wed treat me as if I am a babe. I used to hate feeling like this, like I am small and unimportant, a babe who needs protecting. The only daughter the king has ever had. One of fourteen. I am no one to my father, to his people. But to my brothers now I see, I am their youngest sister. Something they only have one of. They cling tighter to me emotionally and physically now that mother is no longer here.

I will take this feeling and hold onto it. I am important to them for that is why they treat me this way.

The sound of horse hooves clattering up the path behind startles me. Soonyoung shields me, pulling me into his warm chest. I am comforted and protected.

“Prince Soonyoung, Princess.” The captain speaks monotone. They do not call my name for I am a woman. Even of nobility and the pride of my brothers, I have no name besides my title.

The captain’s lips move. I have no idea if what I heard was true. Soonyoung snarls and tells them that it's preposterous and evil and to shoo before he cuts them with his blade attached to his hip. They turn on their stallions and leave, a fog rolling into the garden as I feel hot and confused.

Did I hear them correctly?

They say that father wants to marry me.

They say that he will never be able to find a bride as beautiful and as perfect as my mother. They said that I will wed at sunset tomorrow.

It is my turn to be made of stone as I fall into darkness. My breath is gone, a warm exhale hits the cool air, leaving my lips in a wisp before I pass out in my middle brother’s strong arms.

When I awaken, my eldest brother, Prince Seungcheol, is heard pleading with my father in the political hall. His usually calm voice echoes against the rock of the building, the fire crackling in his basins as my thirteen brothers all object to me being my father's next bride. His brows are kit, furrowed as his lips speak my thoughts for me while father watches with mild amusement, seated at his holy throne.

“She is not ready to be wed! She has not even bled yet!” He remarks, flinging his hands out to his sides. Little do they know, I have, I have just kept it a secret, becoming a woman is nobody's business but my own. “She is your daughter! Think, father! Think! How the kingdom will hate you for that! It is vile!” His voice cracks, tears swim in his brown eyes as my brothers shake their heads in agreement.

Yes. How vile indeed, I think watching them all silently behind a pillar from above the hall.

Father gets up with a wretched smile stretched upon his lips. I take a few steps forward, uncloaking myself from the secrets of the darkness in my nightgown a maid must have dressed me in, looking over the stone railing. “She is our littlest sister! Our only sister! She deserves to be married for love and only love-“

SLAP.

I gasp as my stomach pits into itself. My brothers flinch.

“How dare you talk like this to me, Seungcheol!” Father spits, anger flashing in his eyes like the fire in the torch basins. “She is a woman. She has no rights no matter who and what she is. She belongs to me.”

“How dare you treat Y/N like an object and not like your daughter!” Soonyoung snarls, mothers fire lit inside of him like the hot sun. He is brilliant and strong like a tiger who burns through the forest in his powerful wake.

Father raises his hand striking Soonyoung across his cheek with a sound that echoes in the corners of the hall. Something falls from his hands, though its clanking sound is covered up from the shouts that follow.

“How dare you thirteen boys!” Father is shouting, my feet are moving on their own, rushing down the stairs to my brothers. “All of you are utterly worthless!” He shouts as Mingyu, the tallest brother, rage ablaze on his face as he moves toward the king, arms raised as he acts like he is about to slap father.

Please, don’t! Is what I want to say, but I cannot.

“Guards!” My father shouts into the hall as they come running in at his command. “Flog them all hundred lashes each!” He smiles a wicked smile as I run up to the scene with the ones carrying swords and pointed sticks. “And if they make a sound give them ten more!”

My brothers are being beaten and detained and my heart is breaking into fragile glass as the noise and blood coming from their mouths is too much to bear.

I do the only thing I can do.

It is my turn to protect my brothers.

Please mother, give me all your strength to stand up to this vile, evil man who surely killed you for the sport of it. My gut twists thinking of the peril I may face rising to the challenge that is our father.

“Stop!” I say, my voice shaking as the next few seconds feel like hours and the eyes of all the men in the hall are on me. I walk toward my weathered and old looking father as he smirks a devilish grin down at me ascending the steps to his throne.

“Father please, I beg you: I will marry you and do whatever you say, as long as you let them go now.” My voice does not shake now. My voice is calm and steady. Mother’s spirit fills me at this moment as I speak up to my father. Before this, I have not spoken to him before this for what feels like eons until now.

“No!” Several of my brothers yell as I stand in false confidence, inhaling the iron from the red liquid that fills the hall. “No! No! No!” They shout as I stand in front of the man that doesn’t see me as a daughter. I am an object to him, whether I like it or not.

He smiles, stroking his wiry, grey beard as he sits back on his golden chair, cloaks draped over his shoulders pool and spill over the seat behind him.

“Whatever you say?” Father quips and I nod, hands balling into fists onto my sides, nails that are not mine dig into skin that is also not mine. “Then strip.”

My eyes grow wide, my lips part in shock, my blood which is mine boils, white-hot and merciless trapped in this skin that should belong to my mother.

“Father, please!” Jeonghan, my father’s son and second eldest, pleads now. “Be reasonable!”

“She said anything, boys.” My father, the ugly worm that he is, states calmly.

“Should a virgin be seen like this before she is wed?” Joshua makes a good point while father rips his pupils away from me as Jihoon, smart bugger that he is, recites the article of the kingdom where it is unlawful for a virgin to be seen in such a state before she is made another man’s woman.

Father scoffs as he says, “Flog them two hundred times if they don’t like-“

“No.” I say, holding my ground, brushing hair out of my face. All eyes on me again as Chan starts crying. “I will do what you wish.”

“Then do it!” Father shouts, banging his fist on the arm of the golden seat as he gets up. “Do it now and if anyone makes a noise: I will behead you.”

I do it. I find the buttons on my yellow nightgown, my hands do not shake or waver as I shake the comfortable garment from my shoulders. My slip is the only thing that covers me now. My brothers close their eyes, look away, Chan choking on his sobs but the only thing I can hear is the roar of the crackling of fire. I step out of my nightgown, walking up to my father's throne. I see it. Glinting in the torch light. A stray blade lies upon the steps close to the devil king that is my flesh and blood.

Praise the gods for the viscous middle brother I have.

I step out of my white slip now, distracting the men who have their wicked eyes set upon me, hungry wolves ready to take any meat they can. I hold my father’s gaze as it travels down my body, making sure he does not look upon what my right hand is doing.

I have it. I move quickly, the spirit of my mother now fully alive inside of the body that is said not to be mine.

But now it’s mine.

I am not a disrespectful child nor have I lashed out against my parents ever. I followed the rules without exception, never spoke out of turn and always let my older brothers go first for treats and presents. Always. I am a slave to my family and the system that I was born into. The ugly demons and snaggle-toothed goblins are really alive and well during this time as my brothers have said. The scent of strong ale hits my nose the closer I get. Maybe the beings of the underworld have possessed him? I am looking for a way out, a way to logically justify the way father is. But no. I know the real answer.

This man is evil. Has always been evil. And he needs to be stopped.

I am not a killer. But I am sick of the mistreatment of my family. I know my father killed my mother. There was no infection. None.

Like a crazy witch with eyes burning like white-hot coals, whose blood is singeing to be set free, I plunge the pointed blade into my father’s throat.

Blood spurts from his neck, squirting against my bare flesh, his eyes roll back as he gurgles profanity, my body blazing as my whole existence is overcome with the desire to end this cycle of corrupt injustice.

“Run!” Vernon shouts as the guards descend in my direction. I drop the blade in haste, my brothers scream for me to run away as the guards scream mutiny.

And I do.

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-Somewhere deep within the neighboring wood...-

“I’m hungry.” A clear tenor tone sounds off in the dark wood, a small chuckle leaving his lips as he resumes a human form in all his naked glory. Hoseok’s lithe body full of sweat glistens under the moonlight as he reaches for his purple cloaks under the large tree in the middle of the bog they just finished running around in.

“Me as well, brother.” A deep bass vibrates off the trunks of the thick trees, his wolf form morphing into his handsome, tan body.

“Taehyung, Hoseok.” A soft voice wafts through the air. “We aren’t to feast before the full moon.” The eldest quips, melting from his shiny fur, shaking his dark locks free from his collar as he dresses under the almost pregnant moon.

“I can’t wait.” The second eldest grunts as he comes into the torch light that was burning on the stump next to their favorite tree. “The air is ripe with so much wildlife tonight.” He wets the edges of his lips, the thought of fresh, pink, juicy flesh at the forefront of his mind as well as his brothers.

“Where are Jungkook and Jimin?” Namjoon growls as he quickly morphs into his tall self, sweaty skin glistening under the light from the mother moon. Their run through the dense wood was very fruitful in the sense that they let loose and got a lot of pent up energy out of their bodies.

“Weren’t they behind you, Yoongi?” Seokjin questions as he scoops up the younger one’s clothes in his arms, signaling Taehyung and Namjoon to take the torch light. Yoongi shakes his white hair back and forth with a solemn grunt. “Very well,” Seokjin nods, twitching his nostrils in the air. “Hoseok, you have the loudest howl. Will you please call for the troublemakers?”

The man with the hair as bright as cherry pie chuckles right before he sucks in a large breath. The third eldest bellows a howl that will be heard throughout the wood surely.

They wait with bated breath for two of the younger brothers to respond. The wind whips around them carrying the smell of fallen, rotting leaves, thick moisture in the atmosphere, and the odor of something unfamiliar in the air. They all exchange looks in the torches' soft, orange glow. Something doesn’t feel right.

The five brothers start to become uneasy. Taehyung shifts on his feet. Yoongi wets the edges of his lips more. Namjoon shifts his eyes between his brothers, swallowing uncomfortably. Hoseok frowns, kicking a few leaves in the dirt as he waits for the brothers to return his call.

After another moment or two, the second eldest bristles, anger flashing in his amber orbs. “I swear if those wild banshees from the Twicelands have set another trap for us in our forest-“

The white-haired brother is cut off by the sudden cry of both of his brothers they were in search of, coming east off the dense bog.

“Come quickly!” Jimin yelps, his higher pitch ringing around the wood. “Come see brothers!”

Meanwhile, Jungkook only utters one word that has the brothers taking off like bats out of the deep trenches of hell. “Mate!”

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My skin is on fire, my fingertips numb, and my feet hurt as I run naked from the castle into the blackness of the night.

I escaped through the kitchens, not a sane soul awake at this hour so I quietly slipped through the cracks. I hear more yelling and shouting but I cannot slow down. The blood of my father drips down my naked body, making me feel like a painted warrior.

A shout is heard from the stable. The men on my father’s court call my name but it is not a happy sound. It is a sound of lies, of deceit, of pain they want to inflict upon me. I shudder when I hear Soonyoung scream a throaty battle cry into the evening air, on his way to find these men and rip them limb from limb surely.

Under the almost full, pregnant moon, a blood bath is occurring in the usually peaceful castle.

I trip on an exposed root from a tree beyond the stables. When I gather myself, pushing up off the ground, I see a bed sheet hanging from a line out to dry and I snatch it from the air. I tie it, tugging it around myself loosely, giving my legs room to carry me off into the thick wood that lines the backside of the castle.

Dread and fear taint my senses as I pad along the brush barefoot, trying to maintain a quietness even though I am running. The fallen leaves crunch underfoot, the earth cold. My naked body starts to shiver, the adrenaline of my actions wilting away as I fly through branches and bushes. I have no clue where I am headed, the pale moonlight guiding me. Wherever I see on my path I go next.

My feet slip on the slick ground under my feet. I trip over my heel several times, mud and dirt covering my palms as I right myself. I must not look like a princess, so disgusting, covered in blood and unkept in this feeble, white bed sheet.

I have to press on, I remind myself.

My breathing is ragged as I climb through long, pointed branches and under low shrubs. I stop for a second to catch my breath as I glance at the almost completely blackened forest. The nightlife of the dark wood whispering around me: bats screeching overhead, crickets that haven’t died out sing into the cold night air, even a pack of wolves howl out into the throes of the velvet evening.

I suck in a cool gust of air, ready to trek along the unknown path once more.

Wisps of my breath leave my lips as the cold night air stings my lungs. It feels as though I have been running for ages, the torch light not visible through the thickness of the tall trees. Have I run far enough? I think as I come to a little clearing in the wood, a meadow of soft, lush clover encompasses the land.

An eerie shadowy figure looms across the way making my murderous blood run cold. It looks smaller than a bear so the thought of running into a bloodthirsty wild animal leaves my mind. It looks not like a wild boar or cat. Wait. There appears to be not just one figure looming across the meadow but two. My eyes widen. The figures don't move but they both stand like humans would upon two legs. But they are bigger… Much larger now that I squint across at these two unknown figures. My stomach drops as I feel like a low growl is produced by the looming, unwavering figures… with… glowing amber eyes?

A wind whips through the meadow quickly, breezing from behind me, whipping my hair and the bedsheet about like a flag on a pike.

I hear the sound of horses and I gasp, covering my mouth with the noise I just made. I shake my head, snapping out of my trance of looking to the almost human like figures.

Have they found me? Have the guards and the men of my father’s court located me? My brothers were surely fighting, right? I pray none of my kin have lost their lives because of me. Or are they not men from my father’s castle? Would they hurt me? Torture me? Deflower me?

I shudder.

I turn to run east, looking over my shoulder to the figures that have disappeared in the trees. A fog sweeping through the thicket, blocking my vision. It was probably a trick of my scared mind, I remind myself.

Another thought chills me to the bone as I feel the exposed skin of my legs and arms slice under the thorn bush I accidentally stumble into, making more noise than necessary. I squeak in pain. The more I try and pry myself of the spikes, the more I become entangled inside of the nasty, winding plant. I want to call for help but I don’t want to alert whatever is coming near me.

It is almost the harvest moon. The line between realms is blurred meaning creatures that normally I think exist in fairy tales are real at this time of year. Could it be a wandering herd of ghouls? A pack of wild demons coming to devour my flesh clean off my bone? My body shakes with uncertainty as I paw about the dirt.

Ever since I was a little girl, my brothers have warned me about the wood. I should never go in alone. I should always bring someone. I should always have a weapon or a horse or something to protect me. Monsters are said to lurk in the bog that the wood surrounds in a thick sea of lush brush and vegetation.

An owl hoots overhead as the sound grows thicker, heavier. The footfalls inching closer and closer by the second. The wolf’s howl sounds off again, this time the cries from the beast desperate - the noise much too close for comfort.

No, I think as I freeze with a bone-chilling noise that vibrates off the trees around me. Not just one lone wolf howl. There are two very distinct animal noises that echo off the earth I lie bound to. One softer and longer. The other a little nasally and short - more like a bark than a howl.

I should have run to the market, I think, body shaking from the cold and acute fear that plagues my mind. I should have tried to hide with a peasant or two until this treacherous act blew over or married a nobleman’s family in a neighboring town. Mentally I chastise myself as the thunderous noise draws closer and closer. Why am I so rash?

My heart hurts, it clenches in around itself as I look up into the shimmering moon hanging low in the sky. In a bed of thorns I lie, blood from wounds of my own and from my father still flows down my body, exhaustion overtakes me finally. I’m entangled, suffocating in the sharp spikes that pierce my body, choking me from the freedom I so desire. I can’t move my muscles, my body tense and sore, my feet blistered and cold. I’m weary. A tear rolls out of my eye and falls onto my dirty cheek as I snap my orbs tightly closed, the horses almost upon me, I think as I hiccup a sob.

All of a sudden, the boisterous noise of what sounded like a hundred horses pounding toward me, stops. I suck in a breath and prepare for the worst. An eye for an eye, right? So they should slit my throat like I did to father.

It is my turn to die.

“Little bird,” a soft, steady tenor of a voice purrs out above me that I don’t recognize. My eyes fly open, revealing a glowing torch light and a few handsome faces I cannot place hanging around me. “It seems you’ve flown far from your nest.” He simpers, flames dancing off his puffy lips as he gently brushes a stray hair away from my unkempt face. He shows no disgust, only empathy as he gazes upon me trapped in this tangle of wild thicket.

I flinch as the long thorn branches I have ensnared myself in are being removed from my shivering body. The other boys, I’m unsure of how many surround me, take extreme caution, trying not to harm me as they pull the plants off of me.

“Are you from Royaume des Diamants (Kingdom of Diamonds)?” His puffy, pink lips utter quietly in the night. I stare at his sculpted face, admiring his accent as I feel like the terrors of the darkness are melting away with his soft speech. I say nothing but look up into the rich eyes that seem to glow a golden-amber shade in the torch light. They bewitch me and I am in awe. “Little bird?” His perfect brows twist into an expression of concern and I take a moment to glance away from his otherworldly face and to his other features for a second.

Dressed in rich purple with gold medals hanging from his broad shoulders, I can tell he was from a family of prestige. His lips are giant and lush but they are not out of place on his pale face. He appears to be a prince from those fairy tales I’ve heard so much about from the stories my brothers have told me since I was a babe. His dark hair envelopes his face, curling just at the ends, making him look far younger than I am sure he is. They finish uncovering me from the thorns and all gaze upon me covered in blood, dirt, sweat - looking positively disheveled - the farthest thing from a princess.

“Hyung,” a deep bass speaks from behind the broad shouldered noble-man, “she’s shivering.” A tan boy with thick eyebrows observes above me. His velvety voice makes my cold body feel warm with the way his timbre seems to echo off the wood of the trees around me.

“I know you are probably frightened and it looks like you have been through a lot…” The prince-like man holds an arm out for me to take. “...and even though your lips don’t speak, I do not wish for you to freeze out here in the wood.” The boys surrounding me shake their heads in agreement with the handsome one speaking. “Will you come with us, little bird?”

I don’t want to die and I don’t want to die out here in the cold night. Even if they want to hurt me or worse, I don’t want to die frozen to death in the thicket. Somehow, I don’t think they are bad men, but my threshold of trust was high due to the internal struggle I faced with my family. Still, I feel oddly comforted by the seven who are mostly quiet above me.

As I go to speak - to tell them ‘yes’, opening my lips slowly, nothing comes out. Not a peep or a squeak I can utter. The boys share looks of confusion at my lack of acknowledgment. My orbs flit from one handsome face to the next. Are they all princes wearing the same cloaks of purple and gold? I register you all, I swear I think in my mess of a mind. My body is too exhausted, not being able to do anything but nod once.

That’s all they needed to collect me it seems.

“Come, little bird.” The soft voice purrs again as I am being propped up gingerly, carefully by one of the boys around me. I lull my head against his warm body, a blanket or a cloak (I haven’t a clue which) was placed upon my dirty body. This boy is strong, not struggling to hold me up in the slightest I think as my eyelids flutter. I look up to him. He has long, black-as-night curly hair that falls around his neck, smiling tenderly down at me, his nose is long and rounded at the tip, a little mole under his lip catching my eyes that flutter more and more with every breath I take. Sleep was overtaking my body now that I know I am safe. “We will take you to a place where you will not suffer any longer.”

And with that affirmation, I nestle closer in the arms of the strong, young boy, believing the prince-like voice that hums a sweet lullaby. I yawn while he continues stroking my matted, tangled hair as I fall fast asleep against this stranger's chest.

I miss the seven smiles and nods, drinking me in with their sparkling amber gazes.

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PART TWO

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Tokoyami x Reader smut

Fourth post of October!! (I’m a little late but we don’t talk about it)

It’s literally just a self indulgent childhood friends to lovers smut. Don’t mind me.

Also not only are they 18+ (as you should be too if you are reading this) but Tokoyami is a 100% human boy for this. Bye Bye Birdie

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“Fuck this!”

You groaned softly, running a hand through your hair as you used the other to sip gingerly at your coffee. You and your best friend had been paired together to do an assignment for one of your classes and you were pretty sure at this point in your life that your professor was a sadist. Not to mention that Tokoyami was driving you absolutely insane.

You loved your best friend. You had been friends with him since you were both like four, but if he suggested doing your project on the anatomy of birds one more time, you were going to rip your hair out. “You’re not even doing that correctly.” He hissed as he looked over your shoulder at the laptop where you were currently typing out your prompts.

“What’s wrong with it?”

You pulled your feet up so that you were sitting crossed legged on the couch with the laptop resting on your lap. You were using Tokoyami’s apartment since you lived in the dorms and your room mate could get a little obnoxious with how loud they were. Even if you politely asked them to keep it down, they always seemed to manage to need to vacuum or whatever the fuck in the exact time period that you needed to focus

“You aren’t supposed to use our examples there.”

He huffed, rubbing his temples as his frustration just seemed to be fueling your own. You guys meant to start the project sooner but…you were best friends, not best classmates. You always ended up goofing off or getting sidetracked but now it was 1am and the project was due at 8am. You had waited until pretty much the last minute and were now absolutely screwed.

He reached over you, his body pressed flush against yours as he typed over you on the laptop. You guys had been friends for so long that you didn’t even notice the closeness between you two as you both huddled over the laptop in your lap. You watched the screen as he wrote, waiting for a few minutes of watching him absolutely massacre your project before you finally stepped in.

“That’s now how I want it done!”

You let out a soft whine at him, pushing at his arms lightly as if trying to forcibly remove him from the keyboard as you threw a little hissy fit. You honestly were worried about the project. It was a huge chunk of both of your grades, and you wanted it to be absolutely perfect but you both had such different ideas on how it should be done.

“Fine.”

He easily took the laptop off your lap and shoved it onto the coffee table, shoving you back against the couch with one of his hands pinning both of yours over your head and the other placed firmly against your chin so you had no choice but to look straight at him as he leaned so close to you that your noses were almost touching. The closeness that hadn’t seemed relevant before was suddenly painfully obvious as he placed himself over you with seeming ease.

You have never noticed it before but he was quite a bit bigger than you. If you had to guess you would say he was at least 6 inches taller and not to mention he was just built bigger. He worked out so his body was always well toned and just one of his biceps were honestly about the same size as your head. You felt the breath catch in your throat as he spoke, pressing his lips right against your ear as he did so.

“Tell me, then…How do you want it done, princess?”

He spoke in a hushed tone, his voice dropping an octave as you felt butterflies fill your stomach. Your back arched slightly off the couch on instinct as you felt his warm breath against your ear. You wanted to reply but it was like your brain had short circuited. You instinctively placed your hands against his toned chest, looking up at him with your entire face flushed bright red.

It wasn’t like you had never thought about Tokoyami in that sort of way…you had more wet dreams about him than you wanted to admit and if your dildo could speak, you’d be in trouble…but you always thought he considered a little sister. You had known each other for so long after all.

“I-I…Tokoyami…”

Your voice came out breathier than you wanted to admit as you could already feel the wet spot between your legs forming. You wanted to yeet yourself off the nearest bridge and pretend this never happened. Pretend that you weren’t getting horny off your best friend doing something as simple as pinning you down on the couch of his apartment when the two of you were alone and you had thought about fucking him more times than you could count.

He moved his knee, so it was placed directly against your crotch almost as if he were teasing you. You wanted to punch him in the gut and honestly you might have thought about it if he didn’t have your hands pinned above your head. You may be feisty, but you weren’t dumb enough to think you could break out of his grip if he didn’t want you to.

“I’ve thought about doing this to you so many times..”

He hummed as he moved his hand that wasn’t holding your wrists down your body, seeming to be taking in every curve with his eyes. Your heart was pounding against your chest as you realized you weren’t the only one. This entire time of holding back to preserve your friendship and he felt the same way? You cursed silently in your head, but it didn’t last long when he was yanking up your shirt, making a soft click in approval at what he saw.

“Held back for so long, princess…too long…”

He easily held your hands as his mouth latched onto one of your nipples. He tugged and played with the bud as his other hand wandered down in between your legs. Soft mewls left your lips before you could even stop them. Normally you would have been embarrassed by them, but your noises just seemed to excite him more as his hand started rubbing you through your pants.

You found yourself arching up into all his touches. The project you had been so worked up over just moments before had completely left your mind as all you could focus on were his touches. He unbuttoned your pants, letting go of your hands just to tug them off so you were completely vulnerable underneath him with your shirt shoved up so far you weren’t sure why you still had it on and the obvious wet spot that had formed on your underwear.

“Looks like you have no complaints~”

He smirked as he pressed right against the wet spot, dragging a soft moan from your lips before he leaned down and shove his face against your heat. He licked at the wet spot, not caring if you underwear were in the way which somehow made the entire thing more lewd than if he were just to lick your cunt.

You let out a soft needy whine as your now free hands went down to tangle in his hair as you were too turned on now to feel any embarrassment. You were suddenly glad he lived alone in his apartment as your moans got increasingly louder the more that he messed with you. His tongue pressing up against the fabric which just drove you insane as you were so close to the pleasure you needed and yet he denied you of it.

You let out a soft whine of complaint when he pulled away, wanting nothing more than to grab his head and shove it right back down but you didn’t get the chance. He flipped you over before you even registered what was happening. The back of his hand shoving your head down into the cushion as he grinded his still clothed cock against your ass.

He pulled your hips up so that your ass was propped up with your head still shoved deep into the cushions to muffle your noises. It didn’t take him long to shed his own jeans and boxers, grinding himself against your underwear with pleased groans.

“You look so beautiful like this~”

He purred as he ran one of his hands down your spin, the other moving your panties to the side so he could line himself up with your entrance. “Be a good girl and take it all, okay~?” He pushed inside of you with one hard thrust causing a loud moan to escape from your lips. You could feel him so deep inside of you, hitting right against your soft spot.

Just him being inside of you was driving you insane. Your body was instinctively twitching around his cock as if begging him to move. He groaned softly, leaning down so that his chest was pressed flushing against your back as he started to thrust. “You feel so good wrapped around my cock ~”

You couldn’t help the loud mewls and moans that left your lips with every thrust. Pleasure was coursing through your veins as you weakly clung to a pillow that was on the couch as if that were going to help you at all. His thrusts never seemed to slow down as he pounded into you at a steady pace, hitting right against your soft spot.

You were left a moaning, drooling mess as he had his way with your body; lewd noises filling the room every time his hips met your ass. Pleasure boiled in your stomach, threatening to push over with every push he made inside yet it wasn’t quite enough. You needed a little bit more.

As if reading your mind, his hand reached around, sliding inside your panties as he started rubbing right against your clit. You felt your thighs begin to quiver and your moans became more like broken sobs as the pleasure became almost overwhelming.

“T-T…okoyami…w-wa..it…ngh~!”

You whined loudly but it was difficult to make coherent words as your brain became muddled with the pleasure. “Shut up and take it, princess.” He pressed his lips against your ear as he spoke in a commanding tone, his thrusts getting faster as he let out soft moans. You felt your orgasm building up in your stomach as you desperately clawed at the pillow, your moans becoming louder as they filled the room the closer you got but you didn’t want to cum just yet. You felt embarrassed doing it so quickly.

Seeming to notice your hesitance, Tokoyami used the hand not messing with your clit to press against the back of your head again, forcing your face deep into the cushions as he spoke. “Cum for me.” He didn’t leave any room for argument as he slammed his cock deep insides of you, his fingers against your clit never letting up so you wouldn’t be allowed a second to relax.

Your body jerked and you let out a loud broken sob as your orgasm finally came crashing down. Your legs were shaking through the pleasure as the only thing keeping you up was his arm wrapped around your hips as he rubbed your clit through your orgasm. He only lasted a few more sloppy thrusts before he was cumming as well, groaning softly as he pumped you full.

“Shit��”

He hummed softly as he slowly pulled out of you so he could gently flip you over. He smiled softly when he saw your face, moving the hair from your forehead and placing a soft kiss as you looked up at him, still completely dazed from your orgasm. You couldn’t help but smile back as the soft gesture made you feel more loved than you wanted to admit.

“So…Was that how you wanted it done~?”

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Call of the Ocean Chapter 30: So Ariel is Real Now?!

Pairing: CEO!Mechanic!Dean Winchester x Mermaid!Reader

Word count: 7180

Chapter summary: Roan and Thasman are finally back together and things are looking great for everyone... until a close call results into Dean finding out the big secret.

Series summary: CEO of Winchester Auto Dean Winchester has had enough of the office life. With his father keeping him from what he wants to do, which is work on the plant floor, Dean decides to leave for a quiet life. In Matagorda, Texas, he finds something he never thought he would, a chance encounter with a mythical creature.

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A/N: CHAPTER 30 Y’ALL!!!!!! Who else is excited?! This series is a collaboration with @flamencodiva . Text dividers were made by the awesome @talesmaniac89

Next chapter will be posted on Wednesday, December 9th :D

It had been a week since the barbecue and everything seemed back to semi normal. With still no word from Liara, it was not to say that the young merpeople weren’t worried, but it was unsettling. All they could do was hope that the goddess of the sea and Poseidon were watching over their fellow merpeople and keeping them safe. Y/N and Roan found a comfortable routine at the diner, making money and working hard. On some days they would go to the garage to deliver lunch for everyone. And on other’s the boys would eat at the diner.

Thasman fit in with the guys at the garage, quickly learning his way around the cars. Every three days, Roan would go to the cave alone while Thasman would opt to go later giving the excuse that he needed to work on the cars to learn more about them. He would always assure his boyfriend that he would take a dip with Ellen watching, making sure he was safe. On this particular day however, Dean decided to take Y/N to the Texas State Aquarium. It would be like their Houston trip.

“Are you two sure you don’t want to come?” Y/N asked Thasman and Roan.

The two mermen were sitting at the kitchen table eating the breakfast Ellen had taught Roan to cook.

“Go be with Clownfish!” Thasman joked. “You two deserve to have a nice day out. Besides,” Thasman paused to take a bite of the pancake Roan had made. “He’s been planning this for a good couple of weeks,” he admitted. “Plus when you come back, we need to take a dip in the cave.”

Y/N gazed at the cuff that had now permanently adorned her wrist. “I still have a few days to get by, but I'll gladly join you at the cave. You two have any plans for today?”

“Thas is going to show me a movie about a human called Mr. Bean,” Roan called out from the stove, giving a flip to an almost done pancake.

“Just be safe and don’t get into trouble,” Y/N teased. “It was enough that you were almost caught in the storage room of the garage. That was not appropriate, Thasman.”

“Me?” Thasman exclaimed. “Roan’s the one who kept flirting and putting on his charm. Not my fault I couldn’t resist.”

Said merman let out a mocking chuckle at Thasman’s words. “Don’t blame me for your lack of restraint, Stingray. I heard that royal guards were supposed to be more professional.”

Y/N had to laugh at how the two mermen now were inseparable. She was glad Thasman was happy. Taking a banana from the small stand Ellen had and ate the small fruit reveling in its sweet taste. It wasn’t long before a knock could be heard and Y/N smiled brightly.

“He’s here!” Y/N smiled. “Jai-quay’” she said as she opened the door to leave the house.

“You look as gorgeous as ever,” Dean complimented.

Y/N blushed and kissed his lips, “Thank you. Tala em ffuuhii.”

“Wait, don’t tell me,” Dean thought about her words, “You are excited?”

“Yes,” Y/N smiled. “You are doing very well learning Sindartan.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I have such an amazing teacher.” Dean opened the door to Baby for her and smiled as she slid in. “So the trip is going to be two hours. So I got us some snacks and good music.”

The drive was quiet as they enjoyed just being close to one another. The songs filtered through their silence. As usual, Y/N had slid over towards Dean, close enough to place her head on his shoulder. Dean was content to have her there as a permanent fixture.

When they got into the aquarium, Dean watched once more as Y/N marveled at the building. But this time, Y/N was showing Dean all about the sea creatures. Once again, Dean found himself in awe of Y/N, but something caught his eye. He noticed many of the sea creatures seemed to gravitate towards Y/N.

“Oh my,” she giggled. “These sea horses are very playful.”

Dean watched as she pointed to the horses who seemed to follow her finger making a small girl giggle. Y/N looked down at the child and gave a small wink as she moved her finger in a circle. The sea horses seemed to be following what she was doing with her finger.

“Silly chuu-ffeeniis (Sea-horses),” she chuckled.

“You know? If you wanna get up and close to the fish, there’s this area where they let you pet them.” He suggested.

“Oh!” Y/N smiled. “I would like that very much!” Y/N smiled.

“Then let’s go, sweetheart,” Dean smiled as he looked at the map to lead her to where they could pet and feed the stingrays.

As they approached the exhibit Y/N pointed to one of them and laughed. “I never thought I’d see Thasman here.”

“Oh man,” Dean chuckled. “Wanna take a picture with him?”

“Yes!” Y/N laughed. “Then we can show Thasman his twin!”

As Y/N posed for her picture, the stingrays seemed to do something no one had ever seen them do before. Y/N reached her hand out to touch them and many of them seemed to gravitate towards her. She giggled at the stingrays, not realizing what they were doing was not normal.

Dean was astounded by this. His head just kept repeating ‘how’ over and over again.

“Did you take it?” Y/N asked as the stingrays continued to move.

Dean snapped out of his wonder, “Huh?”

“The picture, Dean.” She clarified.

“Oh! Yeah! Just give me a moment, sweetheart.” Dean lined up the camera and took the picture. “Got it.”

Y/N walked over to him after cleaning her hands. “What’s wrong?”

“Huh? Oh nothing, just,” Dean rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ve never seen stingrays do that before. They must really like you. They were pilling on each other just for you to pet them.”

She just shrugged in response, not really knowing what to say to Dean’s comment without getting herself in a tight spot. After all, there was no really easy way to explain that sea creatures could recognize a mermaid, much less a member of one of the royal families of the sea. “Hey, weren’t there more fish here? Do they have turtles?”

Dean had pulled out the map to figure out what to see next before putting it away, flustered. “I’m not sure… Wanna get lost with me?”

Y/N smiled widely, “Okay.”

They wandered their way through the aquarium after that. And Dean kept noticing more and more incidents as they passed or stopped by the tanks. All types of fish would stop whatever they were doing and go to Y/N. If she stopped in front of the tank, they’d gather behind the glass, gaping at her. If she left, they followed until they couldn’t anymore. They’d play, they’d stare, they’d even push each other for a good glance.

He was either dating a freaking Disney princess, or fish just really liked his girlfriend.

But then again, she really was a princess; she came from a place where her people were incredibly close to the ocean. She is beautiful, kind, nice, feisty and aggressive if the situation calls for it, she just completely blows him away in the best way possible.

Of course, there was the thing with the dagger, the mysterious location of her home and now the fish…

“Poseidon mighty!” her exclamation startled him out of his thoughts. She was now standing in front of a tank that contained some pretty weird looking fish. “I have only heard about these from Liara. They are beautiful.”

Dean and Y/N were at an exhibit that housed fish only found in the pacific ocean. Being in the caribbean waters, there were many fish that were not known to Y/N.

Dean smiled at the way she marveled and learned about what they were. Watched as once again the fish swam towards her for her attention. The way she giggled at their actions made its way to his heart. He couldn’t help but smile at what was happening.

“Come on sweetheart,” Dean gently pulled her away. “We have an otter show to watch.”

As Y/N looked at the otters, Dean noticed that the trainers were having a hard time keeping their attention. He followed their line of sight that led to his girlfriend sitting next to him. What happened next, shocked everyone in the otter arena. The smallest of the otters, seemed to ignore their trainer and made it’s way past the barrier and towards Y/N, who stayed as cool as a cucumber.

"Hello," she greeted the otter.

Dean gaped at the calm in her voice as she let the otter climb over her. The trainers could do nothing but smile at how Y/N cared for the small creature.

"You should go back now," she laughed.

To Dean's surprise, the otter seemed to listen to Y/N and made its way back to the trainer. Much of the audience thought it was part of the show. Dean, on the other hand, knew it wasn't. The way the sea creatures reacted to Y/N, really made him wonder more about who she was.

After the otter show, they continued to wander around the aquarium, laughing, talking and taking pictures, though Dean wasn’t completely there. His head was still trying to piece together what the hell his girlfriend had that made the fish basically yearn for her to look at them.

Y/N commented on the weather being hot, fanning herself with her hands and pulling at her hair away from her skin.

“Here,” Dean reached into his pocket and pulled out a black ring. “Andrea was always leaving these things around. You can use it to tie up your hair.”

Just when he thought she couldn’t possibly be more adorable, Dean watched her stare at the hair tie, pulling and playing with it. “I don’t know how to use this.”

“Here,” Dean ran his fingers through her hair collecting it in one mass before stretching the small elastic ring around it. “A nice ponytail.” He let his fingers graze her neck when something caught his eyes. “You have a tattoo?”

Her free hand rose to touch the mark instinctively. “It’s the royal mark.” Y/N explained quietly. “Every member of a royal family has it.”

“So they marked you?” Dean raised his eyebrow. “I mean it must have been painful. How old were you?”

“I’ve always had it.”

“You were born with a mark of Poseidon on your neck?” Dean let his fingers dance over it. It was lucky he paid attention in Greek Mythology class back in college.

“Yes,” She confirmed casually. “My family has the mark of Poseidon. One of our allies in the east has the mark of the Goddess, and so on. Only the royal families have those particular marks.”

“Huh,” Dean nodded.

Y/N turned around to face him, arms encasing Dean and pulling him close gently. “What are you thinking?”

“Just,” Dean caressed her cheek. “Never seen a birthmark like that before. It’s unheard of,” he breathed. “You are a big mystery, Y/N. I just hope you trust me enough to let me in.”

Although he was one to talk. She still thought his last name was Campbell. He had yet to tell her his real last name and the legacy his family had.

“Maybe one day,” murmured Y/N. “I’m not ready to tell you and I can’t make any promises.”

“Okay, sweetheart,” Dean said as he kissed her forehead. “Just know that you can tell me anything. I won’t judge you.”

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The next day, Dean found himself under the hood of a car. He seemed to be working on it non stop. Everything that happened at the aquarium was strange. From the way the fish acted, to how Y/N seemed to think it was no big deal. And what Ketch told him last week was still very unsettling. He hadn’t told the guys about it yet and he wasn’t sure how to.

“Dean?”

He continued to focus on the car, not really listening to Benny calling him. His thoughts still on what mystery that had Y/N wrapped up in a cocoon. Dean continued to tinker with the car, tightening bolts and making sure everything was connected. She lived on a secluded island, her language was one no one had ever heard of, a dagger with marking Ketch had never seen, and a birthmark symbolizing a god of the sea. It was just one mystery after the next.

“Dean!”

The shout from above the car made him startle, bumping his head harshly against the hood of the vehicle.

“Goddammit, son of a bitch Benjamin!” Dean rubbed his head. “What?!” he growled.

“It’s about Mrs. Bronson’s car. Seems the engine might need to be rebuilt,” Benny handed him the specks as they walked to the car.

“Oh,” Dean breathed. “Sorry, mind is somewhere else today.”

“No, really?! I couldn’t tell.” Commented the cajun sarcastically. “What happened? Did something happen with Y/N? Or did your old man try to call again?”

“Just got stuff on my mind okay,” Dean breathed. “Let’s take a look at Mrs. Bronson’s car and see what needs to be done.”

Benny knew Dean was hiding something. Whatever it was, he hoped that it wouldn’t last long. Both Benny and Dean found themselves elbow deep in the car. Dean having pulled out the engine to try and figure out the problem only to find a rat.

"Well, there’s the problem," Dean sighed as he shook his body in disgust. "This thing died in there."

"Guess we can clean the engine up and put it back. She's going to need a loaner though," Benny said. "Everything okay, brotha?"

Dean sighed and hugged, "just… the mystery of Sindarta and Y/N. I got a call from Ketch just last week during the barbecue."

"What did he say?" Benny asked.

"Kinda want to talk to you, Cas and Sam about it. See what they think," Dean breathed.

“Well how about after work?” Benny suggested. “Let’s get all these cars done, I’ll tell Andy I’m spending the night and we can talk about what’s bugging you.” Benny slapped his shoulder, “How does that sound?”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you're the boss,” Dean smiled. “Good thing I made you co-owner.” Dean said, catching Benny by surprise.

“What? Dean, this is your business, I can’t–” Benny began.

“You can and you are. I already got the paperwork from Sam.” Dean walked over towards the counter and walked around behind it to a filing cabinet where he opened the draw and pulled out a contract. “Fifty-fifty, partners.”

“Cas knows, right?”

“Yes, Benjamin. He knows. And he’s okay with it.”

“I--” Benny looked at his friend. “I don’t know what to say man. I just came with you expecting to be a regular mechanic not part owner or partner… Thank you.”

Dean stepped up, arms wide open for the cajun to get in there. “No need, brother.”

As Dean was going over the contract with Benny, Andrea’s voice echoed in the workshop making the two men look up.

“You are not allowed back here, you two timing hoe bag!” Andrea chased after the brunette who seemed to be making a beeline for Dean.

“Your time is running out,” she growled crossing her arms. “Do you know what’s at stake if you don’t sign?” she shook her head. “What kind of CEO goes practically two months without signing an amazing contract as what our corporation has drawn up?”

“Mr. Winchester is no longer the CEO of Winchester Auto, Mrs. Braeden. You have no business to attend here.” Andrea reminded her.

“Not exactly,” She pulled out the contract with John’s signature. “At the time this deal was drawn up, he WAS CEO.” she smiled. “You see, the contract doesn’t need him to officially be CEO when he is already the heir and is still technically CEO being a Winchester.”

Dean stopped dead in his tracks midway to hide in the back of the building at those words. “Oh no.” He groaned to himself and turned around, heading out to the front to confront her, all but snarling at Lisa by the time he got to the counter where Andy worked. “You fucking bitch.”

“I may be a bitch, but,” she leaned over the counter and trailed her finger along his jaw. “Mr. Pellegrino gets what he wants, and so do I.”

“How did you get my father to sign this fucking thing?”

“It was easy really,” she played with her nails and smiled. “Told him that if he didn’t sign we would reveal his ugly affair from when he was a filthy mechanic. I believe your parent’s were apart for a few months when you were around what, 10?” She pulled out an envelope and tossed it at him. “It’s all there, a half brother who works as a mechanic in some podunk town.”

“You’re lying,” He sneered. There was no possible way she could have dug that out.

“It’s all there in the envelope,” she pointed to what she threw at him. “If not you could always call daddy and ask him,” she paused to gasp. “Oh, wait… you aren’t speaking to him.”

“You have ten seconds to get the fuck out of here, Lisa.”

“Or what?” she challenged.

“I’m just sick of seeing your face is all.”

“But you like the face of that diner bitch,” she laughed. “Guess she must be easier than me. Must be a good cunt if you are resisting me.”

The temptation of standing up for his girlfriend and telling Lisa how much she was wrong was incredibly strong. Almost irresistible. But Dean had known this type of argument for a while now. She was just trying to rile him up, do something she could use against him so he would have to sign.

His fists clenched tightly at his sides as he took a big breath to reign himself in. “Please show her to the door, Andrea,” He growled.

“No need,” she sighed. “I can see myself out.” she began walking before she stopped and turned. “One more thing,” she quipped. “If you don’t sign in two months, we will release everything about your half brother.” she gave a devilish smile. “Bye Dean. I hope you think carefully about your decision.”

Dean stayed frozen in place as Lisa walked (or more like stormed out) of the establishment. He didn’t allow himself to move until he was sure Lisa was out and far away.

He snatched the godforsaken envelope, “Andy, I’ll be in the office. If anyone calls, I’m swamped. Benny can take care of them.”

“Got it Dean,” Andy sighed with a sympathetic smile.

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After a few phone calls to Sam and still a refusal to talk to his father, Dean, Cas, and Benny made their way to Dean’s house. Andrea was more than okay with having Benny stay at Dean’s house for their guys' night. It gave her a chance to do some wedding planning of her own without Benny being a sourpuss about it. Once at the beach house, Dean grabbed a few beers, some hard liquor and glasses while Benny ordered pizza.

“Fucking Lisa is a piece of work,” Dean grumbled.

“Damn, woman would drive anyone to madness,” Benny grumbled. “You okay brotha? I know her barging in and spewing all that bullshit, riled you up.”

“Fine,” Dean sighed, running a hand across his face. “Sam said he was taking Pops’ private jet to be here. I hate taking him away from Jess but--”

The knock on the door interrupted the conversation. Cas got up from the couch and answered the door. The sound of rushed footsteps echoed as Sam rushed in.

“Where is it?” He asked and reached for the envelope Dean held out for him. “They have some nerve doing this. And-- fuck Dean, I know you’re pissed at the guy but you have to call him. At least about this shit that’s being pulled on you,” Sam pleaded.

“Dad’s gonna be a last fucking resort in this. I’m not calling him.”

“Well then at least call Mick!” Sam growled. “This needs to be squashed. I’m trying to find anything that can get dad out of what he signed and the only thing I can see is if he--”

“Goes public,” Dean breathed. “Adam’s not going to like that. He likes not being known.”

“I don’t think he has a choice,” Sam ran a hand across his face.

“Look there’s something else I need to talk to you guys about,” Dean sighed. “This thing with Lisa is going to be handled. There is no way in hell I’m ever signing that contract.”

“I think that’s something we can all agree on.” Sam said as he settled in on the couch. “So I’ll be here two days tops before I head back. Jess wants us to try cakes but I wouldn’t mind having a wedding cake from Al’s. They’re the best!” Sam smiled, changing the subject.

"Ketch got back to me," Dean mentioned as he took a sip of his beer.

"What did he say?" Sam asked.

"Why did you contact Ketch?" Cas asked.

Benny nodded his approval at their friend’s question. “And why didn’t we hear about that?”

Dean sighed. "Ketch said that there is no civilization close to it. No distinctive markings or language he recognized."

"What?" Sam said on the couch. "Nothing resembling it or familiar?"

“I’m telling you, man. Nothing.” Dean said as he took another sip of his beer.

“No. Hold up there, boss,” Benny said as he settled down on the couch. “What did you send to Ketch? What the hell are you talking about?”

Dean sighed, “The night Thasman kicked my ass and he used that balm on me from his dagger?”

“Yeah?” Benny urged him to go on.

“Well,” Dean sighed. “I found it under the couch, took some pictures of it and sent them to Ketch so he could try and give me more info about where they’re from.”

“And you’re sure he found nothing?” Sam asked.

“I’m telling you,” Dean huffed. “Ketch says that there isn’t ANYTHING like what I sent him. Nothing, zero, zip, nada.”

“So maybe the dagger isn’t that old,” reasoned Castiel. “As far as we know, their island was closed off to the world.”

“But all cultures have SOME semblance of interaction,” Sam interjected.

“From what they mentioned, they kinda had an idea of what the outside world was, they have some information… it’s just… outdated?” Dean grunted. “But that doesn’t change the fact that before we met Thasman and Y/N we never heard about Sindarta or anything that resembled their language.”

“Where did they say their island is located?” Benny asked.

Dean sat back and sighed, “Close to Cuba, in the Gulf. Why?”

“Take out your laptop. We need Google Maps.” Sam gave Dean’s thigh a pat before smiling.

Dean grabbed his laptop and logged in. Within a few minutes Dean had the browser open to display the interactive map. He started by typing in Sindarta, only for the shop he had first found to be displayed. He tried a variation of combinations to come up with no result.

Sam shook his head and grumbled, “Zoom into the Gulf, would you?”

As Dean zoomed in they could see the other Islands that surround Cuba. The Cayman Islands, Jamaica, Haiti, the Turks and Caicos Islands. But no Sindarta.

“Did they say how close to Cuba?” Cas asked, moving in behind Dean.

Dean shook his head, “I don’t think so.” He began zooming in closer, finding smaller islands, but they all had names. “I mean there is nothing on here that isn’t named or remote. If you think about it most of these places all interacted with each other in some form. It would be very rare that their Island is uncharted.”

“This calls for Chinese food,” Benny said as he walked towards the kitchen to place an order.

As the research continued, it seemed more likely that the site they had found that was for the island, seemed to be a bit made up. Dean closed his eyes and clenched his jaw. He wasn’t going to be made a fool of, not again. No matter how pretty or innocent she seemed, Y/N was not going to hurt him like Cassie did.

“I need to go talk to Y/N,” Dean said as he put on his boots.

“Just don’t do anything rash,” Cas tried to reason. “Maybe her secret is something big. Just try not to jump to conclusions, okay?”

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Thasman was helping Ellen grilling steaks for dinner. He had spent the day in the garage and had been a small witness to what Lisa had done. Upon telling Y/N however, the princess became enraged.

“The nerve of her,” Y/N spat. “She is nothing but a sea snake.”

“I agree,” Thasman chuckled. “But Dean did seem to handle her well,” he smiled.

He was sure it was due to being close to the hot grill, but Thasman was feeling a little too warm for his liking. Moving back, he removed his shirt and sighed, but still felt no better.

“Thasman, are you alright?” Y/N walked up to him and placed her hand on his forehead. “You’re burning up. Have you been taking a swim in the cave?”

“I’m fine,” Thasman brushed her off. “I’m sure it’s just how close I am to this grill thing. I promise I feel okay, just hot.”

Y/N responded by taking hold of his arm and guiding him to a chair to sit down on. “You don’t look okay.”

“I’m sure it’ll pass. Don’t worry, Y/N/N.”

“Stay there.” Ordered the princess, heading out of the kitchen and calling for Roan to come down. The sound of two sets of rushing footsteps caused Thasman to groan. He was fine! He just needed a little break.

Roan entered the kitchen with a concerned expression and a slow pace, Ellen and Y/N entering close behind. He kneeled in front of Thasman, extending one hand to touch the merman’s forehead and the other one to take one of his hands.

“How are you feeling, my Stingray?”

Thasman smiled tiredly at the nickname. He had missed that silly nickname so much in that month where they hadn’t been on good terms. It still caused a wild current to settle inside of Thasman’s belly. “Hot. A little tired. Mostly hot.”

“When did this begin?”

“Not long ago.”

“You shouldn’t be feeling like this,” Roan frowned. “I’d say you’re drying up, but you went to the cave yesterday.”

“I didn’t,” Thasman gasped. His breathing grew heavier with each word as he gave Roan a pleading look. “Ellen and I. We had to know how long. I’m so sorry.”

“How long, what?” Y/N looked between Thasman and Ellen.

“How long I could last outside of the water,” Thasman took in a shallow breath. “We had a bit of a theory. Liara mentioned my mother loved a human, so we thought that I might be a halfling,” He explained.

“You should have told me, Stingray,” Roan said gently as he pushed a few strands of hair out of Thasman’s face.

“I know. Didn’t want to worry you.”

A look of determination settled on Roan’s eyes. “We need to get to the cave. We can get there in time if we leave right now.” He let out a groan at the effort of helping Thasman stand up, already trying to walk them out of the house. “What else haven’t you told me?”

“I promise that’s all,” Thasman weezed as he tried to breath.

Outside the house, Dean pressed himself up against the wall as he watched Ellen, Roan, and Y/N usher Thasman towards the beach. He could tell that Thasman wasn’t doing so well as Roan seemed to be practically carrying the guy. He kept his distance and made sure to shadow them as he watched them approach a cave he hadn’t seen in his occasional walk on the beach.

“Why are they coming here instead of taking him to a hospital?” He muttered to himself as he watched Y/N and Roan undress while Ellen helped with Thasman. The first two were talking amongst themselves in Sindartan, a tone of urgency clear as a bell on their voices.

“Thasman bi hhu-huu,” Roan hissed. (Thasman is hot). “Ellen, fimra tre.”

The woman grunted, trying to settle Thasman down near the edge so she could take off his pants and shoes. “Not a mermaid, boy. Can’t understand ya.”

“Mermaid?” Dean whispered as he tilted his head. ‘What are they talking about?’ he thought. ‘Mermaids aren’t real.’

“It means help,” Roan said gently. “Please, help us, Ellen.”

“I’m trying, sweets. Just this sock and it’s done. There we go, Thas. That’s it.”

Dean couldn’t exactly see how Thasman was doing, but the guy seemed to be having trouble moving, and his speech was slurred. One of Thasman’s hands rose in what he must have thought was Roan’s direction, but was actually reaching out for a rock. “Tala bi kila, mortum.”

Roan jumped into the water, followed closely by Y/N. As soon as they surfaced, they swam to the edge where Ellen was sitting up their friend.

“Into the water now, boy. Come on.” Ellen grunted, pushing Thasman closer to the water.

Roan let out an impatient and scared grunt as he grabbed both of Thasman’s ankles and pulled them into the water with him and Y/N. Dean froze in his place, not ready to make his presence known.

What the fuck was happening, though? Taking a swim with a barely conscious Thasman wouldn’t help in anything. In fact, they might have just dragged him in there to drown him. He waited for a few seconds, watching Ellen gather and fold the scattered clothes only to place them in a rock near the edge.

A full five minutes went by. Ellen had sat herself down and taken out her phone, occasionally looking worriedly at the pond of salt water. Neither of the three had surfaced to get air yet. Dean bit his lip as he watched Ellen do nothing while Roan, Y/N, and Thasman remained underwater. He was about to barge out of hiding and dive in when the water broke and Thasman emerged. All smiles and in a good mood, nothing like the man Dean had seen just barely seven minutes ago.

“Hi, Ellen.”

“Well,” Ellen sighed. “At least we know that a week out of the water is your limit, Thas.” She sighed. “But I did not like how that was learned. We should have been more careful.”

Thasman nodded his agreement, but still smiled widely. “I’ll just come here every two days with my boy–”

He’d been pulled down before he could finish his sentence. Ellen seemed to get worried at that, and leaned over the edge. “Thas?”

This time, it was Y/N who emerged. “Sorry Ellen, Roan has to talk to Thasman real quick.”

“Let me guess,” Ellen chuckled. “Roan is going to withhold bacon from the boy?”

Y/N nodded with a smile before responding. “And pancakes. And probably cuddling.”

“Poor Thas,” Ellen sighed as she took a small stretch.

The surface of the water broke again to the cave echoing with a slew of fast mermish. Roan growled at Thasman who seemed to try and keep the other man calm. Dean could only hear Y/N’s giggling at the two men. He glanced inside and wondered if he imagined the word ‘mermaid’.

“I’ll do whatever you want,” Thasman promised. “But let me cuddle you.”

“Toh,” Roan huffed. “Tala hrone not daahuu!” (I am not amused.)

“Please, my taafoowii,” Thasman pleaded (Love). “I swear, that is the only thing I have kept from you since we got back together. Now we know I’m a halfling. I promise, I haven’t kept anything else from you.”

“Then both my aunt and your mother fell in love with humans?” Y/N wondered as she swam around. Her tail still plunged under the water's surface.

Thasman swam slowly towards Rowan, guppy eyes fixed on his boyfriend’s as he opened his arms in invitation for Roan to swim in. “Seems like it.”

“Then we should find him,” Y/N said as she watched Roan swim slowly towards Thasman.

“You are not off the hook, Thasman,” Roan said. “But I do understand your curiosity for wanting to know more about who you are.”

“I’ll make it up to you, taafoowii.” Thasman promised quietly, inching closer and closer with arms still open. “Does this mean I can finally hug you?

Roan rolled his eyes and snuggled into Thasman’s open arms. “Just please, stop making decisions without me, you stingray.”

Thasman’s grip tightened as he laid an affectionate kiss on top of Roan’s head. “This was the last time.”

Y/N smiled at her two friends. It was good that they were happy. She didn’t want their happiness to ever end. With a mischievous glint in her eye she swam a few paced back and lifted her tail before bringing it down to the water. Both Roan and Thasman gasped as they were splashed by the princess.

“Oops,” she smiled innocently. “Couldn’t resist. You two seemed to be heating up and needed to cool down.”

Dean’s mouth hung open at what he saw. The tail, and not just any tail, the purple coloring, the swirl patterns. It was the tail from his dream. Y/N was the thing he saw on his first night in Matagorda. She was the mermaid that haunted his dreams. The way the dreams had her pulled into the ocean by a black cloud. Turning away from the mouth of the cave, Dean closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing. It couldn’t be. Mermaid’s aren’t real. He had to be hallucinating. Or having a stroke.

“You’re dreaming, dude. Come on!” He grunted to himself, pinching his arm and slapping himself in the face as an attempt to wake himself up.

But it was no use, both those things hurt. And worst of all, his girlfriend was half fish. Well she was hot, but still she kept this secret from him. Did that mean she couldn’t trust him? What caused her to think he couldn’t be trusted with her secret? Sure, she was technically a humanoid, but there was no doubt that he loved her. She was kind, funny, adventurous. But what did that mean for them now that he knew? Would he expose her? Or would he allow her to tell him her secret when she was ready?

Mermaids are real.

Holy fuck, mermaids are real! And he’s dating one!

He turned back to the cave. Dean just had to. He had to be sure that what he had seen was real. And fair enough, all four of them were openly laughing now, having a splashing war of sorts with tails, or in Ellen’s case, her feet. The panic was starting to come back in full force, and Dean had to force himself to take deep breaths in order to stop himself from falling into hysteria.

So he ran, he ran as fast as he could back to his house and ignored his friends' and brother’s calls for a full report on what had happened with Y/N when he entered his house, making a beeline for his room and only wishing them good night before closing and locking the door. He could deal with them later.

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Thames stayed behind a rock waiting for the unfamiliar guards to change posts. For over a month she had been scouring the oceans trying to rally their allies. Many of them had heard of Michael, and it was a danger to confront him. But why he chose now to show himself was a mystery. Once the coast was clear, Thames swam as fast as she could towards her room. As she rounded the last corner an arm grabbed her.

“The king has been looking for you, scroll keeper,” the guard sneered.

“What for?” Thames asked, putting on her Liara persona. “I have been doing nothing but the research I am destined to do.”

“I will not tell you again,” the guard growled holding his trident towards her.

Thames composed herself, trying to push down any nervousness she was feeling. Had someone figured it out? Did someone catch her true identity? With a sigh she rolled her eyes at the guard. “Very well, take me to him.”

As Thames neared the throne room, she couldn't help but feel disgusted in what she saw. Many of the maidens were hanging on the false king. She recognized many of them as the mermaids who despised the princess. But here they were trying to gain the favor of the man who would turn them into nothing but slaves.

“Scroll keeper,” Michael chuckled. “Come, enjoy. Have a drink.”

“No thank you, your grace,” She gave him a tight thin lined smile. “I have important matters to attend to. Is there anything else you wish of me? Or is it only to partake in the debauchery?”

“I wanted to know how your trip to the south went.” The prince mentioned casually.

“I don’t know what you mean, your grace,” Liara kept her eyes downcast as Michael swam towards her. “I have been visiting ancient-”

“LIES!” Michael bellowed as he took hold of her chin in his hands. “You have been gathering allies for your decrepit king.”

“I assure you --”

“Silence from you, traitor,” Michael seethed. “Where are they? Where is the princess and that pitiful excuse for a guard?” Michael gave a sinister smile, “Not to mention that dolphin trainer. Don’t think I didn’t see how that guppy looked at the guard. Eyes full of desire.”

“I don’t know where they are,” Thames growled. “I don’t know what you think is--”

The slap Michael gave her stung. Eyes full of anger, Liara tried to control herself.

“I want the truth, scroll keeper. So think carefully about what you say next.” Michael drawled.

"My king," Thames said. "I do not know where they are." She repeated.

"Guards," Michael chuckled. "Seize her."

Thamse's eyes widened as two guards held her arms. She tried to squirm away, but they held her firmly. She watched as Michael reached for his sword.

"The kingdom will never be yours," she spat.

"That is where you are wrong scroll keeper," Michael let out a laugh. "It already is. And once I find your princess," her locked his lips. "She will be mine. And she will produce my heirs, before I kill her."

"You will never get your fins on the princess!" She growled feeling her power flow as the current began to shift. "I will fight till my last breath for this kingdom. Those who are truly connected to the god Poseidon!"

Using the current, Thames was able to overpower the guards. She used her power to create a small whirlpool, causing the guards holding her to retreat in fear. The water surrounding her grew in strength and speed, pushing the prince and guards to a wall on the other side of the room.

“What are you doing?! Get her, you idiots!” Michael growled as he pushed his guards after her. Grabbing his sword he joined in the chase.

Rushing to her room, Thames grabbed everything she could, anything she could get her hands on. She looked at the secret box of human relics and reached for it, shoving it in the bag. She looked around frantically as she moved a bit of the furniture and reached inside for an identical cuff that she had Thasman retrieve for Y/N. Putting the piece of jewelry on, she took one last look before grabbing something to defend herself from the guards after her. Making sure the coast was clear, she made her way down the hall and out towards the palace gates.

“There she is!” a voice called out. “After her!”

Thames cursed and used her powers to propel her forward. But not before something blocked her path.

“You are no scroll keeper,” Michael sneered. “Who are you? Only royals have powers bestowed to them by the ocean gods.”

Thames stayed silent as she held her dagger and gauged her attackers. Swirling around she created a large push of water giving her distance from them. With a wave of her hand she placed two of the guards in small whirlpools while she charged at Michael. She swiped at him and smiled when she drew blood.

“I am going to slice you the way you sliced at my son!” she growled.

“Son?” Michael asked as he raised his eyebrow at Thames. “I thought he was an orphan?”

“Wrong,” she growled moving quickly and once again having her blade make contact with his skin.

Michael grunted in pain, but swung back his sword to strike right back. Thames failed to counter and got herself a big wound on the side of her ribcage as a result. The frustration kept escalating inside of her; what was she doing fighting some sea scum when she had to swim as fast as she could to prevent herself from getting killed?

Her heart broke when she figured there wouldn’t be enough time to say goodbye to Nereus.

Desperate, Thames conjured up all her strength and shifted the currents. Sending Michael in the opposite direction of where she was going. She would have to hide, just like her son, in the human world. She made sure to change the currents behind her, calling all of the magic she could to make sure she was not being followed. Just as she changed the currents to help Y/N and Roan usher Thasman away to safety. As she neared the cave, she made sure to calm the currents behind her as she made her way into the cavern leading to the lagoon. Her vision blurred as she made her way to the small shore leading to the mouth of the cave. She was naked, no clothes to cover herself as she held onto the cloth she used to patch up her wound.

Looking around she smiled finding a dress that she could throw on. She wasn’t sure where she would go, she didn’t know where this Ellen person lived. But all she could hope for was someone finding her and helping her out. Making sure she had everything even with her body in pain she kept one thing on her mind.

‘Thasman’

That is what she kept repeating, her son’s name in her head over and over.

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fuckingthefictional · 4 years

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Shelby’s stick together

A/N: requested by @shady80smusicsingercolor hope you enjoy, sorry it took so long- I’ve been super busy was college work! Xx

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Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Sister! OC

Warnings: swearing, racist slur used in historical context, super fuckin long.

Olivia Shelby and Linda Shelby did not get on. Plain and simple.

They didn’t get on one bit.

Liv maintained that Linda had barged her way into the family and had forcibly changed Arthur into someone he quite simply was not.

Linda however maintained that Liv was just being bratty and selfish and that she was hogging her brothers all to herself and never wanted them to be happy.

Which was wildly untrue. After all Esme was Liv’s other sister in law and Olivia got on like a house on fire with her.

When they had first met they had only slightly clashed, it wasn’t a big deal.

Arthur strolled up the blackened streets of Small Heath, Linda grasped onto his arm out of what must’ve been fear or anxiety.

To Arthur however he owned the space, people feared him and this place was his home.

He had no issue with the workers or the fire fuelled factories, or the children running barefoot in the streets together- it was as normal as could be, even the whores that littered the corners didn’t cause him to bat an eye.

This was Small Heath. His safe haven.

Linda however was tense on his arm, her eyes shooting around frantically.

It was clear she was afraid of meeting the one and only Olivia Shelby.

Everyone else had been civil to Linda (for Arthur’s sake) but Olivia was another story.

Polly claimed that Olivia had the Gypsy blessing of judgement.

Or being able to tell what a person was truly like- or what their true thoughts were at first glance.

Making Olivia unpredictable in her reactions.

And that was where they first disagreed, The Shelby’s called this power a ‘gift’ or a ‘blessing’, Linda called it Witchcraft and blasphemy in the highest.

Unfortunately it didn’t take long for Arthur to locate where his youngest sibling was (thanks to Jeremiah)

She was down by the cut with Isaiah (which was unsurprising considering the two of them flirted back and forth continuously)

It wasn’t long before the eldest Shelby heard the giggles of Olivia, and the chattering of Isaiah.

“Now what are you two doing out here alone?” Arthur boomed teasingly, purposefully trying to frighten the teens.

“Shit!” Olivia jumped, tumbling backwards and landing with a splash in the river, “Arthur you fucker!”

Linda flinched at the language being used as the other boys laughed heartily and dragged Liv out of the murky depths.

“Liv, this is Linda.” Arthur gestured to the woman stood awkwardly on the bank, “My fiancé.”

Olivia took the woman in, she didn’t like the judgement that lay in her eyes. The slight frown that she tried to keep hidden suggested that she had negative ideas of Olivia already.

Liv was clear on one thing- she didn’t trust Linda one bit.

It was frustrating to Liv. She had always been feisty (courtesy of the Shelby genes and the Gypsy blood running through her veins) but when this ‘good Christian woman’ was around she couldn’t help but make snarky comments.

But that didn’t mean Linda couldn’t hit back with harsher, nastier comments.

The needle that broke the horses back occurred the day before- resulting in Olivia to purchase a train ticket to London to stay with Ada for a while.

She was desperate to get away. The comments coming from her sister in law were enough to beat her down day after day. Liv was certain that Tommy had noticed a difference in her, after all she was closest with him.

All Olivia did yesterday was glare slightly at her sister in law, and in return got a mouthful of insults from the devil blonde.

It hurt, it was embarrassing, and even worse it had hit a sore spot in her heart.

Because Linda had mentioned the Shelby’s mother- more specifically how Olivia was the cause of her own mothers death. How it was all her fault.

That one hit close to home.

And now here Liv was, sat on a train that was heading to London. A train that her family (minus Ada) had no idea she was on.

Tommy was stood at his sisters bedroom door, his fist pounded insistently at the slab of wood.

Every knock that he made were all answered by silence. It made him feel anxious- Liv always answered the door to him. Always.

“Liv?” He presses his ear against the door, “Liv let me in please?”

Tommy twisted the knob again, but the cool metal was still locked against the latch.

If there was one thing that Tommy prided himself on, it was being patient with his youngest sister.

Sure, he was protective of Ada and they got on- but they had never seen eye to eye on most things.

Olivia, however was Tommy’s soft spot. Ever since she was tiny, she’d been able to melt his heart. He’d learnt to be patient for Liv, and he’d continued to do so.

But considering Tommy had been knocking for a good 15 minutes to no response, his worry began to erode at his patience.

Weighing his options, Tommy quickly decided on attacking the door one last time...with a strong kick.

The door cracked and flew off the hinges, leaving splinters littered across the floor.

Only one thing was apparent to Tommy however, the room was empty.

The wardrobe was cleaned out and Liv’s one and only stuffed animal which she slept with was nowhere to be seen.

Tommy’s heart was thumping out of his chest painfully. Olivia wouldn’t just...leave.

Unless she felt as if she was a intruder in her own family or was being pushed away.

He felt his feet thump on the floor, a sign that Tommy was in fact walking away from the room. Moments later he found himself in the betting den.

Esme, Linda and Lizzie were sat at their desks chatting away- as John, Arthur and Polly were crowded around one of the many finance books out of Tommy’s office.

Nobody had seemingly noticed his presence- until he spoke loudly.

“Would anyone care to tell me why the fuck Olivia’s room’s fuckin’ empty and her shit‘s gone.”

Everyone’s head turned sharply at this. Esme, John, Arthur and Polly paced forward- clamouring in confusion and fear.

The only person who was sat still and unbothered was the small figured blonde who perched on her chair, a smug expression painting her lips.

Kings cross station was always busy- it didn’t matter what time you arrived. It was always crowded.

So it was a blessing in disguise that Olivia Shelby was short in stature and could slip through small gaps in the crowds.

Liv didn’t have a plan if she was being honest. She had enough money for a taxi- maybe a hotel room if Ada wasn’t home.

With these new thoughts in her mind, Liv picked up her pace and rushed to the street outside.

It may have been just past 11 o’clock in the morning, when the taxi dropped her off at the street corner where Ada’s home was located.

Olivia, tired and mentally drained, ambled to the front door. She rung the doorbell, waiting as she heard the excited screeches coming from Karl on the other side.

Seconds later, Ada’s face appeared as the door swung open- immediately Liv embraced her older sister, trying to find some comfort.

She was upset and just wanted some peace and time away from the hurtful comments.

When evening fell and the sun crept beyond the horizon, Olivia was awoken from her slumber by the sound of the front door being opened and heavy, rushed footfalls running up the stairs.

Liv could feel her heart rate spike in fear, as she hid under the covers like a young child.

“Livvy?”

It was Tommy, immediately she came out from the linen sheets, and stared at her brother who came forward and embraced her in a tight hug.

“Thank God you’re okay,” he mumbled into her shoulder, “I thought something bad had happened to you.”

“I’m okay.” Liv whispered back, although it sounded like she was trying to convince herself as she spoke.

Tommy broke the embrace, as he cupped her face in his hands- searching her eyes for truth.

The moment she looked into her older brothers calculating gaze, Liv just found herself breaking down into floods of tears.

The older man perched on his little sisters temporary bed, scooping her up like she weighed nothing and cradling her in his lap- like he did when Liv was little.

Tommy continued to rock his sister comfortingly, it pained him to see someone he loved so much this upset.

Finally the question arose, “Livvy, What’s got you in such a state?” He asked unsure of the response he’d get.

Olivia took a deep, shuddering breath before responding, “Linda, we’ve been arguing for a few months now. I don’t trust her and she doesn’t respect me. I hit her with snarky comments and she hits me back with ones that hurt twice as much.”

Tommy nodded along, it was obvious the two girls didn’t get on. But Olivia just grit her teeth and bared it for Arthur’s sake.

“And for months she’s been saying this horrible stuff, ‘you’re ugly’, ‘you have witches teeth’, ‘freckles make you look like you’re permanently ill’, ‘it’s not surprising that the only boy who’s attracted to you is a negro’, and then yesterday she told me it was my fault that Mother died- that I killed her.” Olivia cried, tears breaking again, “And I hate myself Tommy, I’m unlovable- it should have been me that died not Mum.”

“No.” Tommy said firmly, “Don’t you ever say that- never say it again. You are my little sister, my little gypsy princess.” He stared at his young sister, “You are kind, brave, smart, loving and beautiful an’ Isaiah is lucky to have someone like you to love.”

At this point Olivia had tucked herself into the crook of his neck, almost as if she was hiding from the truthfulness in his words.

“An’ most importantly, you were not the cause of our Mothers death. You and Finn had no part to play- she was sick Liv, if she hadn’t of died when you were born then she would’ve died a day later.”

“I’m sorry for worrying you Tom.” Liv said in a apologetic tone, “And making you drive to London in a panic.”

“I’d do anything for you Livvy, you know that,” Tommy replied, hugging her tighter and kissing her forehead, “You’re a Shelby- and if that’s not enough for Linda then she can kiss goodbye to our family and Y’know why?”

Olivia smiled, “Because us Shelby’s stick together.”

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bobasheebaby · 4 years

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Love You’re Born to Find- Cordonian Ruby chapter 6

Pairing: Olivia x Bastien; Ruby Rys x Beau Larkin; Galen; Lovett

Word count: 2,015

Warnings: presumed heartbreak, angst, mention of dead parents, it’s another tear jerker grab those tissues.

Summary: Ruby has made her decision, she just has to loop in her brothers ... and Beau.

A/N: This takes place immediately after the end of chapter five. I know you guys are excited to get to Cordonia but it’s gonna be a few more chapters until they leave. They have to plan, do this safely, two minors are involved and they aren’t going to be leaving them behind but safety measures have to be discussed.

A/N2: A major thanks @sirbeepsalot for all your graping, prereading, editing, and telling me when to let go. I love you boo! Thank you to my snippet reader @loveellamae who screamed appropriately.

Series warnings: character death, blood, surgical procedures done by non medical personnel, may go NSFW in the future. May contain gun violence, knife violence, threats, not sure how dark this will go. By requesting to be tagged you acknowledge you are at least 18 years of age.

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Disclaimer: I own Ruby, Galen, Lovett, and Beau, I’m borrowing Bastien and Olivia from PB.

Ruby nervously chewed her thumbnail as she paced the floor. Her response had been automatic, the answer slipping past her lips with barely a thought.

She stood by her decision, though she was nervous now that she had to explain everything she’d learned to Beau. How do you tell your boyfriend you are really royalty and meant to rule a country? Her stomach twisted in knots, she didn’t want to leave him, not when she wasn’t sure if she’d ever be coming back. She thought of inviting him to go with her, would he want to go with me?

Even after five years together she questioned if he’d be willing to leave everything behind for her. Could I really ask him? Could she actually bring herself to ask him to leave behind his family and risk his life for her? Would it be kinder to say goodbye and shatter her own heart into a million pieces?

Her heart pounded in her chest, he was the only guy she’d ever dated. He was her first love, until this morning she had thought he’d be her only love. Five years, and now she was standing at a cliff trying to decide if she should free fall or dive with him by her side. Maybe it would have been better if Mama and Papa hadn’t allowed us to stay in Texas so I could be with Beau.

The thought made her throat grow tight. She loved him more than she had ever thought possible and she never wanted to think of not being with him, I might still lose him. I can’t ask this of him, can I?

“Ruby, are you really a princess?” Lovett questioned pulling Ruby from her fearful spiral.

“Lovett!”

“What Mama? I want to know.”

“Eat your apples,” Olivia slid the plate of sliced pink ladys across the table to her youngest. How he could eat those overly sweet monstrosities she’d never understand, for now she’d be thankful they could bring a moment of silence.

“I was just wondering what it means for me!” Lovett pouted as he picked up an apple slice.

“We’re waiting for Beau, and then we’ll explain. Just be patient, Little Wolf.” Bastien gently ruffled his son’s dark auburn locks, earning a grunt in response. Patience was not Lovett’s strength.

“I’m gonna go wait for him outside,” Ruby said. She felt as though she would suffocate if she waited a second longer, the walls slowly closing in with each passing moment.

“It’ll be okay Goose.”

I really wish I could believe that Papa. She rushed outside, sighing in relief as she watched Beau exit his old blue and white pickup.

“Ruby is everything okay? I thought I was coming by later.”

“I — let’s go to the kitchen and I’ll explain.”

“Wait.” He rested his hands on her shoulders, his hazel eyes imploring her sapphire blue. “Is everything okay?”

Tears welled up in her eyes. She wasn’t sure, she had no idea how he’d react to her news. Only after she told him could she truly know if she was okay or not. When did I become some lovesick girl? “I don’t know.”

He pulled her into his arms pressing a kiss to her hairline. “Whatever it is Ruby, I promise it’ll be okay. I love you and I’m not going anywhere.”

She shook in his arms at his words. Don’t say that. You don’t know. She looked up giving him a weak, unconvincing smile. “I know.” Do I? I know he loves me, but this is life changing.

Every step towards the kitchen made her heart beat faster and her throat constrict. The fear of losing him because of something she couldn’t control had gripped her so tight she couldn’t breathe. She was sure she would strangle from the worry alone before she had explained.

“Beau’s here!” Lovett exclaimed, “can we talk about Ruby being a —”

“Lovett,” Olivia shot him a stern look full of warning, “let your sister speak.”

“Ruby, you’re scaring me. What’s going on?”

“That’s what I want to know!” Lovett quipped. “Ow!” He pouted as he rubbed his shin where Galen had kicked him.

“Ruby are you sick? Please talk to me.”

“It’s nothing like that.”

Beau's eyes darted around the familiar faces of Ruby’s family, desperate for some hint of what was going on. “Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out.”

Ruby nodded as tears streamed down her face. Please let that be true. “M—mama and Papa g-gave me this this morning.” She struggled to get the words out as she pulled the letter from her pocket.

How do I begin to explain? Do I just blurt it out? “M-maybe it w-would be b-best if y-you r-read it …”

“Okay.” Beau responded, still struggling to understand what was going on. Lovett was his normal overexcited self, Galen was calmer and more subdued watching as always. Ruby, his beautiful, strong, confident Ruby was shaking like a leaf and shedding more tears than he’d seen over their five years together.

Beau carefully took the creased paper and sat at the table, slowly unfolding it revealing an elegant script he’d never seen before. “Ruby, what is this?” He asked looking up at her.

“Read it, then I’ll explain.” Hopefully you will still be able to look at me.

“I want to see!” Lovett said, jumping from his seat.

“Lovett, sit. Give Ruby a minute. If you interrupt again you will go to your room until after she’s explained.”

“Fine …” Lovett grumbled crossing his arms over his chest.

Ruby turned away, unable to watch Beau read the words she now had memorized. She wasn’t ready to see the moment that he could no longer look at her. Please don’t hate me.

“Ruby, is —is this from your parents?”

“Yes.” She replied, back still turned to him.

“Okay, I’m more than a little confused.”

Ruby spun around, her brow knit together in confusion. “Why are you confused?”

“I’m just trying to understand how one letter from your parents could make you this upset.” Beau glanced back at the letter. “Your parents were royal, I just don't know why that made you so upset.”

Ruby swallowed as she took the seat next to him. “Mama and Papa explained to me after I read this,” she pointed to the letter that turned her world upside down. This was not how today was supposed to go. When she woke up she never would have expected that she would end up explaining to Beau that she was a queen and had to leave. “They explained that my parents died in a car accident and that Papa is the only reason I survived.”

Beau carefully took her hand into his, brushing the back of her hand with his thumb. His hazel eyes were soft as he gazed into her tearfilled blue. You’ve got this, you can tell me.

She smiled weakly, would he still be so calm and sure once she was done bringing all their plans for the future tumbling down around them? “The accident was caused by the king of a neighboring kingdom … he —he wanted an alliance with our country that involved marrying me off, my parents refused. So he killed them and took the country.” Her voice shook as she recounted the details she’d just learned that morning. “Cordonia, my country, it’s destroyed … the king has destroyed as much as he could … I’m their queen,” she held her head a little higher despite the pain threatening to pull her down. “I need to help them … I have to free them.”

Beau’s hand brushed her cheek, “alright.”

Ruby squeezed her eyes shut. “I—I don’t know if or when I’ll be back.”

“Oh.”

Ruby’s eyes sprang open, her heart leaping in her throat as she caught a glimpse of heartbreak on Beau’s face. Can’t he see how much it’s breaking me?

“I just thought … what about our plans?”

“I —”

“Can we go back to Ruby being a queen?” Lovett asked, his fingers drumming the table excitedly.

“Okay boys. I think it’s time to give your sister some space.”

“But I want to know what’s going on!” Lovett whined.

“We’ll all talk later, I think it’s better we give Beau and Goose some space.”

Ruby gave her father a tiny smile as her brother’s exited the room. “I promise, everything will work out, Goose.” Bastien said, giving Beau a small nod as he left the room.

“RuRu, tell me what’s going on.” Beau said wiping the tears from her cheek.

Ruby cracked a half smile, “that’s not fair, you know I can’t help but laugh when you call me that!”

“That’s why I said it.” He knelt in front of her taking both her hands in his. “Talk to me.”

“I love you so much and I don’t know what’s going to happen and I can’t ask you to give up everything for me.”

“Ruby,” he looked down at their clasped hands, “this isn’t how I was planning …” He released her one hand brushing her blonde waves behind her ear. “Ruby, you are the strongest, most amazing woman I ever met. I never would have guessed the day I met you that you would have become so important to me.

You are smart, feisty, and never afraid to speak your mind.

You have taken me by surprise from the very start. You were always so confident, but with me you tried to shield it.

I’ve tried more than once to pinpoint when you claimed my heart and I honestly think it might have been that first date when I took you shooting at Nana and Pop’s.

Any other girl would have complained that shooting isn’t a date, but you just pulled back your hair and definitely beat my ass.

You never seem to be afraid, you just go into everything headfirst and so self assured.

When I think about my future, all I know for certain is that my place is by your side. I don’t care where we are, here in Texas or across the ocean saving your country from a tyrant; none of it matters as long as you are by my side.”

“Beau, I can't ask you to leave.”

“You aren’t asking. I know you, you would never ask. You would rather take a million hits yourself than allow anyone you care about feel a second of pain. You always put those you love first. I know you don’t want me to feel like I have to go, but Ruby I do.”

“Beau …”

“Ruby, as much as you can’t stand to see others in pain … I couldn’t stand not knowing what happened to you if you left. I know there are no promises, but in life there never are. I also know that when it comes to you, there isn’t a damn thing you can’t do if you put your mind to it.” He paused collecting his thoughts. “Ruby, I have never been happier than I have with you. I can’t see a life without you by my side.”

Ruby swallowed. “Beau … what are you saying?”

“Ruby, I don’t care that you are a queen, I love you for you and nothing would make me happier than being your husband.”

Ruby’s lip trembled. “Beau.”

“I’m saying … I’m asking … will you marry me?”

Ruby nodded as fresh tears streamed down her cheeks.

“Yes?”

“Yes.”

His hand cupped the back of her head as his lips met hers in a tender kiss. “God I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

“Do me a favor RuRu, stop scaring me like that.”

“Stop calling me that ridiculous nickname!” She playfully slapped his chest.

“Nope, it’s staying for the rest of our lives.”

“Nana and your mom are gonna kill me,” she rested her head against his shoulder, “taking you away and putting you in danger.”

“They’ll get over it.” He pulled her closer, pressing a kiss to her hair. “They love you way too much to stay mad forever.”

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KBTBB x OC Prologue

Hello all! My first go at writing on here, no smut yet but just wanted to build a base background slightly different to the actual story! Ending with your choice of character, so please let me know if theres a preference! Enjoy and I’m super excited to build this, especially with a more strong held character, also much smut to come for all!

OC does smoke lightly in this, but its to gain slight connection whilst writing Mamoura’s part!

Abit of difference and twist to the storyline, still being brought by the bidders but quitting you of your maid job, you are now confined server in the penthouse where you also reside. The MC is unlike the story as she’s feisty and not as submissive as the traits of the story, she has a fight in her along with other skills.

‘So, you’re telling us, you get to live here, FOR FREE, with 5 beautifully stunning men and there’s no catch?” Your best friend Rachel asks you, still shocked at the news you just told her. Pressing yourself you move from the lavished cream couch and head over to the immaculately clean open-spaced kitchen.

“I mean, I wouldn’t say no catch,” You reply, you certainty wasn’t going to them you was brought in black market auction and these men now (as they repeatedly liked you to remind you) owned you.

The reality was you was a maid at the hotel, about 2 years into the job, you joined at the ripe age of 20. It was never meant to be a long-term thing but the pay cheque was nearly triple the other monthly wages in the city and you were desperate for the money. Taking all the overtime you were able to became a bad habit over yours, working your fingers in the hotel. But the cruelness of the other staff at times had tempted you more than once to leave your job, especially Erika and Rina and Kana (or as you often referred to them Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb). The constant remarks and degrading attitude they had towards you brought you tears at times though a cruel word towards them never left your mouth. You were better than that. Not to mention the often statements and remarks you received from hotel guests, most days you were cat called by men staying at the hotel and many offered payment to spend a night with you. You had always declined.

The attention you received you was mainly due to these pesky uniforms Mr Ichinomiya had stated mandatory for the staff. A tight white button up shirt clung to your chest which tucked into a skin-tight black skirt which settled mid-way down your thighs but had a strong tendency to rise when you walked and bending over in this was mere impossible. You wouldn’t say you wasn’t attractive, but you also wouldn’t say you was beautiful either. You were quite pale, with naturally thick straight blonde hair that cascaded half way down your back with light blue eyes to match. You blame your paleness of the fact you were British, moving from the country to Tokyo at the age of 18.

So how did you end up in this position of living in one of the city’s most expensive penthouses with five handsome men to keep you company? It started like a normal work day, running out of your apartment throwing your hair into a sleek high ponytail trying not to be late. That was getting harder since the new uniform came into place, tugging at your skirt trying to keep it down. You reached the end of the corridor to the staff elevator and spammed the button, waiting for the doors to open. Come on, come on you cried in your head watching the numbers slowly reach your floor. If you was late again Erika would have your head! When the doors finally reached and opened you ran into the lift and waited for it to take you to the lobby. You arrived with a minute to spare before your shift and let out a sigh of relief. Your shift manager, Mr Ren, was at the front desk waiting you.

“I’m not late” You say to him before he can even make a noise. He shook his head and chuckled.

“No, you are on time, but there’s some new changes I need to go over with you, since it’s a big weekend and you know you’re working on introducing guests and presenting them to their rooms, Mr Ichionmiya has requested another uniform change,” He said before reaching behind the desk. Shit, you forgot this was the big poker weekend for the casino in the hotel and that you was introducing guests. Your eyes light up when you saw what Ren had pulled from the desk, a beautifully stunning pair of black stilettos, you dare think how much they had cost most likely more than your weekly salary.

“Size 5?” Ren said seeing the twinkle in your eyes. You nodded and sighed kicking of your normal pumps and slipping your feet into them one at a time. You tried not to curse at the pinching sensation in your feet. Today was going to be long you thought to yourself.

“So, what’s the plan?” You asked Ren, trying to find a balance in your new added height. Pulling out several ID cards and sliding them to you, he replied “Mr. Oh, Mr. Baba, Mr Kisaki and Mr. Kishi, will all be arriving in the next hour. You need to greet them and bring them to Mr Ichinomiya penthouse suite where they will be residing, use this key in the elevator to take them to them their”. He slides along a gold-plated key card. You nod and take all that has been passed to you.

“Oh, and these are here by Mr Ichinomiya special request, whatever they do, act or say to you, just remember these are the CEO’s friends. I heard rumours one is a high superior of a gang, just smile, be nice and don’t get fired,” Mr Rem added giving you a slight pat on the arm before turning away to maintain the rest of the hotel staff.

Taking a deep breath, you walked into the middle of the lobby and put on your best *fake* friendly smile and waited for you guests to arrive. It must be have been 10 minutes before the first two arrived together and from their appearance you guessed it Mr. Oh and Mr. Baba. You felt your eyes watching them checking to the front desk before being pointed in your direction. You gave a friendly smile and walked towards the men, the one had an unimpressed stern look whilst the other had a friendly smile.

“Mr. Oh and Mr. Baba, welcome I’m (YN) and I’ll be escorting you to Mr Ichinomiya suite,” You say sweetly holding our hand to be shaken. Mr. Oh tuts and ignores whilst the other bows, taking off his fedora hat and presses your hand to his mouth. You blush at the boldness of this stranger and try to brush it off.

“The pleasure is all mine princess,” Baba says before gently releasing your hand resulting in an eyeroll from his friend. You felt slightly flustered at the gestor and regain yourself.

“Um, is it just the two of you?” You ask before you see a young man, running and panting through the lobby.

“I just saw the cutest dog,” He said through pants before leaning on Mr. Oh who to say the least did not look impressed and tutted loudly pushing the younger man off him. The young man who entered was Ota Kisaki and you was trying extremely hard to have a fan-girl moment, he was a star in the arts world producing paintings that would sell for more than you could count. He finally caught his breathe and looked at your eyes wide open.

“Dear god, I didn’t get to pet the dog outside but the gods have gifted me with this,” He said quickly taking your hand. You were slightly star struck, mainly creeped out by the young man and his comments. You wanted to jerk your hand back and give him a good scolding but Ren’s words stayed in your head ‘just remember these are the CEO’s friends’. Giving a smile through gritted teeth you reply, “Mr Kisaki, pleasure to meet you, I’m (YN). I’ll be escorting you to the suite,”. He finally let’s go of your hand and you pass the ID badges you were given to all of the men in front of you.

“These are your ID’s, they grant you access to the casino event and must be worn at all times during the event,” You say. You realise you still have one pass left for Mr. Kishi.

“Is Mr. Kishi with you gentlemen?” You ask, realising all three men have been looking you up and down whilst explaining to them. Typical men.

“God damit, you didn’t say he was coming,” Oh said through gritted teeth turning to Baba, his eyes going a dark shade. Baba chuckled slightly behind patting his friend on the back, “It’s okay old friend, I’m sure you can get on for this time, is he coming but not with us so if we could go up,” he said turning his attention to you.

“Of course, gentleman if you will follow me,” You said before turning your back to them and strutting towards the elevator. You didn’t hear them following so you stopped and turned your head over your shoulder. All three of them had been watching your ass sway, mesmerised and in a state like trance.

“Boys?” You said watching them snap out of it and chase behind you.

“She talks to me like that again, I put a bullet through her,’ You heard Mr. Oh whisper to one of them, making your heart almost stop.

“I’ll put something in her, repeatedly,” You heard Mr.Kisaki reply earning a chuckle from Mr.Baba. Pigs you thought to yourself, but you bite your tongue and dared say anything in retaliation. One for the fear of one shooting you and two your job, you was being paid nearly double time for this weekend.

‘Don’t be so crude to my beautiful princess!” Mr.Baba chimed in. Reaching the elevator, you inserted the gold key card into a slot and watched the three other men clamber in. It was a tight squeeze, 3 grown men, a woman, three full suitcases and an extra-large duffle bag which Mr.Oh kept extremely close to him. Scuffling around you ended up with your back being pressed into one of the chest of the men, your plump little behind pressing against their front. You felt a slight heat rising inside you, you hoped it was just the embracement of the situation.

“Hey no fair! Mr, I hate women is getting her all to himself,” You heard Kiaski whine and pouting.

“Shut up Kid,” Was stated, through gritted teeth behind you.

You flushed as the comment made you realise you was pressed up against Mr.Oh.

‘So, my pretty, where has Mr Ichinomiya been hiding you,” Mr. Baba said taking your chin in his hand and forcing you to look up at him. Your lips slightly parted and a blushing tint was rising on your cheeks.

“I…I’m just a maid,” You reply to him, his eyes glistening and burning into yours. Your gaze is broken by an abrupt stop and fall forward onto his chest. The lift had jolted to a stop before carrying on up the 52 floor of the hotel.

“Mother fucker,” You curse due to losing your balance from these heels before you gasp, realising you was pressed against Mr.Baba chest and your strong choice of words. Pushing yourself off him, you heard a chuckle from all three men.

“I’m so so sorry, the shoes are new,” You mutter, your face quickly rising in colour. I knew this would be a long day.

“No worried princess, feel free to fall for me anytime,” Mr. Baba replied giving you a cheeky wink. You heard a few murmurs of protest from Mr.Kisaki, you was positive you heard the word pet escape from his mouth. The rest of the journey up is silent and as the elevator finally reaches it stop, it shunts forward again but rather sending you forward again into the welcome arms of Mr.Baba, a strong arm wraps around your waist keeping you in place. Surprised at the arm around you, you fall back ever so slightly pressing your behind strongly against the front of Mr.Oh and a quiet but deep growl escapes from his throat. Highly embarrassed by the situation you aim to get out of the elevator as fast as you can. Whispering a quiet thank you to Mr.Oh you race out of the elevator and wait for the men to follow. Walking forward a few steps you feel the gaze of the men burning into your backside once a again.

Reaching the marble coated double doors, you knock and wait for a response.

“Tsk,’ Mr. Oh says before opening the doors and allowing himself to enter, followed by the two other men. Unsure what to do, whether to leave them men or follow suit, you feel a wrist wrap around yours and tug you into the suite. It was beyond beautiful inside, coated in marble and gold with the most luxurious furnishing inside. It almost took your breath away. It was Mr. Kisaki who had pulled you in and let go before wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“Eiiiiiisuke!” He yelled, his voice echoing through the suite, “We want to thank you for the gift,” he added. You wanted to protest, you wanted to leave but you couldn’t. You was normally a ruthless person, taking no shit from anyone but the fear insulting one of your CEO’s friends, in his suite, with him somewhere inside was more powerful.

“Well, well, well,” A voice said. You looked around and saw a deviously handsome man strutting down the marble staircase which lead down to the open plan kitchen. It was him, Eisuke Ichinomiya, the king. You almost stopped breathing, your breath caught in your throat at the sight of him. His long legs strutting down the stairs before making way over to you, ignoring his guests. As Mr.Baba had done earlier, he took your chin in his hands and pulled your face up to meet his gaze.

“And who are you?” He said, his mouth forming a cheshire smile. You was lost for words gazing at your CEO.

“Don’t make me ask twice girl,” He said in a harsh tone and gripped your chin tighter.

‘I… (YN), I work here, I have the honour of greeting your guests sir,” You say. You wasn’t sure what you said but his face smirked and you felt the other men’s gaze burning at Mr Ichinomiya.

“Honour of greeting my guests? If you consider that an honour, what would you call being bedded by me?” He says smugly. What an asshole. What a unbearable smug git he was.

“Hands off shes mine!” Mr. Kisaki whines pulling me away from Mr Ichinomiya’s grip.

“No way, this is my princess, I saw her first,” Mr Baba joins in, tugging me into arms. Dear god what is happening, am I dreaming?

“Hands off the goods,” You hear Mr Oh say and feel the grip around you loosen. You met Mr.Ohs gaze and see his pointing a gun at Mr Baba. Seriously, what the fuck is going on, like there is a gun. Being pointed. At another man’s head. And he’s joking around all calm. WHAT IS HAPPENING you cry in your head.

“Well it seems Miss (YN) that you’ve had an extremely positive effect on my men here, if you affect them anymore I think I’ll have lock you away for only my eyes,” Mr Ichinomiya says holding his hand to Mr.Oh a signal to lower the gun which he does. He takes a step towards you, but you step back as he does. Forgetting about these sodding heels, you lose your balance slightly and feel your back collapse against the wall behind you. Taking advantage of the situation, Mr Ichinomiya presses a hand next to your face and learns forward pressing into you, you could feel his breath heavy on yours. The scent of him was intoxicating and made you feel slightly dizzy.

“So tell me why I should let you go,’ He whispers into your ear. He was the most glorious sexy bastard you had had ever laid eyes on. Your face was burning hot and you were speechless. Unable for words, you tried to mutter something, anything but nothing came on.

“Eisuke, don’t torture the poor girl, she still needs to collect that sloth you decided to bring for no reason,” Mr.Oh said but was meant with a daggering flare from Mr Ichinomiya. Seizing the opportunity of his attention being diverted from you, you duck under Mr Ichinomiya arm and scutter to the door.

“I’ll be with back Mr. Kishi when he arrives,” You say quickly and dart to the elevator as fact as the heels will let you. You heard several remarks about your behind coming from the men you had just left. Escaping into the elevator, your mind raising about what had just happened and trying to piece together the events. Reaching the lobby floor you scan the room in case Mr.Kishi had appeared but he had not. Your cheeks were flushed and you felt the heat from within you rising.

Seeing as your guest had not arrived yet, you head outside the hotel to try cool down and think about what really happened. The cool air hits you, leaving slight goose bumps on your skin and you inhale, breathing in the fresh air. Whilst outside a man in a long detective style coat had just sparked up a new cigarette and you couldn’t take your eyes off it. You use to smoke, not as a regular but you found it happened when you felt stressed or in uncomfortable situations.

“It’s rude to stare kid,” You hear from the man who turns around and walks towards you. He had a roughed attire to him, his cigarette handing from his mouth.

“I… I’m sorry!” You said, take back slightly from words, he wasn’t even facing you when you was staring. He stretched out his pack of cigarettes towards you, guesting.

“I… I shouldn’t,” You say looking at his out stretched arm.

“Sweetheart, I can tell you need this,” He says and slowly takes one and puts it into your mouth. You inhaled as he hit lit the end.

“Fuck,” You say slightly louder than hoped and the man chuckles. His eyes followed your hand and mouth inhaling and exhaling, moving the cigarette expertly in your hand. His eyes lit up as he watched your lips perfectly hold the cigarette between them and ever so softly suck the bottom of your lip when you exhaled.

“Thank you, honestly I can’t begin to explain how much this is needed,” You say to your detective styled hero. His hair was slightly messy with a goatee stubble perfectly trimmed, he had a sleepy look in eyes.

“Rough day sweetheart? I find nothing beats that than a nap,” He said, the words nap seemed to make his eyes sparkle slightly.

“Aha, I wish, I’m waiting for a guest to arrive for Mr Ichinomiya but after from up there, I don’t really want to go back up,” You say with a slight defeat in your voice. Before your mysterious stranger can say more, you stub out your cigarette, you’d be in such trouble if you had been caught.

“Thank you again, true hero detective man,” You say with a slight chuckle and run back inside the hotel. Walking over to reception, you ask if your last guest had appeared but nothing so far. At least it meant you had longer without being in that room of men.

Your eyes flickered as you saw your humble stranger from outside enter into building and head to reception, maybe you would be seeing more of him you thought. Deciding to look at your final ID card, your face went pale slightly and you wanted to curse. Of couse the handsome stranger was Mr.Kishi. Fucking brilliant. You saw him chuckling as he headed over to you.

“Mr. Kishi, welcome, please forour brief encounter outside, I had no idea you was a guest of Mr Ichinomiya,” You said, your eyes slightly pleading to him. You felt so embarrassed by the situation from outside, you hoped to god he wouldn’t tell Mr Ichinomiya.

“It’s okay darlin, I wont say anything if you don’t,” He said his eyes gazing into yours and gently strokes your face. Another one, dear god why. Handing him his ID card you guested towards the elevator. He keeps his distance slightly behind and as you enter the elevator you catch him in the reflection checking you out. This uniform was the worst thing to ever happen in this hotel. Slotting the key card in, you feel the lift begin its ascent to the suite, you felt dread slightly come over you.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I wont let them touch you,” Mr Kishsi says stepping forwards slightly towards you. You gave up at this point and smiled back. He didn’t seem like the pervy kind like the others, maybe he was nice. Learning from your previous mistakes, you hold tightly to the rail to keep your balance. You see the man opposite you leaning against the wall, his eyes shut, is he asleep? No, he can’t be possibly. As the lift comes to a stop, his eye don’t open but falls forward like I had in the previous time up. Not realising the flailing man in front of me I pulled my skirt down as much as I could before entering that wolf-stricken suite. He fell forward and his eyes flung open, his arms out forward to brace the fall. He fell onto me causing me to lose balance and tumbling to the floor with him ontop of me. You gasped with the man ontop of you and the doors to the elevator open for you to see on the other side three of the men who you previously left, smirks on their faces. Your face burned red, the man ontop of you floundered and got off you as fast as he could.

“If you seduce any more of my men, I’m going to lock you away where no-one can set eyes on you again,” Mr Ichinomiya says with a smug smirk on his face. The other men behind in chime in with comments and unfair whines of how close Mr Kishi was. I watched their gazes skimming over me, most of their gazes stopped as they saw the skirt had hitched higher and was barely coming yourself. You pulled it down as quickly as you could and saw a hand stretched out to you. You took with it without hesitation and was pulled to your feet by the man who had knocked you down. You mouthed thank you to him and slowly felt the heat rising down from your face. You stepped out the elevator brushing yourself off and avoiding the gaze of the men surrounding you.

“Mr Ichinomiya all your guests are here, I’ll leave them in your care,” You say turning to Mr Ichinomiya. His smirk turns to a serious face.

“Did I say you could leave?” He says. You look a little stunned.

“No but… I thought…” You said slightly confused.

“What happened to that obedient girl from before, has too much time with other men distracted you?” He questions, crossing his arms.

“Mamo, you brooooke her,” Whined Mr Kisaki with a wide pout.

“Shut up,” Mr Baba says through gritted teeth elbowing the young man in the ribs. You wasn’t sure what to say.

“Go easy on the kid,” Kishi said placing another cigarette between his lips. Mr Ichinomiya is the only one not to react, his expression unchanged. He grabbed your arm and pulled you close.

“I told you once. I will not tell you again little girl, do not make me ask twice,” Mr Ichinomiya said still clutching your arm. You look slightly confused still, just wanting to escape.

“No Sir, I was only told to present the guests, I thought my dutys stopped there,” You whisper back. You were slightly terrified of what might come out of his mouth next, you felt the gaze of all men on you. Mr Ichinomiya let go and pushed you slightly in front of him and the other men, so that you was facing the doors to the suite.

“Walk. Slow,” He muttered to you. Taking a deep breath you headed slowly towards the doors. You knew why, you felt all four of the men present staring at your ass once again. You felt slightly humiliated at what was happening but you was a big girl, you knew what men was like. You knew Mr Ichinomiya was known for his womanizing ways. You almost reached the doors when they burst open and Mr.Oh came flying out, the doors swinging wide open. Your eyes widened seeing the inside of the suite, masses of guns were lying about, with more poking out of the duffel bag he had brought out. So the rumour was true, he had some relation to a gang. He again had a gun in hand and it was pointing at you, his face stern.

“Eisuke, what are you playing at, you know what’s happening in here,” He hissed, keeping his posture. You didn’t know what to do, the men behind you had walked to your side whilst the man in front of you kept his gun pointed at you.

“Don’t hurt my princess,” Baba said, wrapping his arms around you, almost trying to shield you.

“Go. You forget what you saw here, you speak of this to no-one or we’ll come after you,” Mr Ichinomiya said stepping in front of you. Without hesitation, you free yourself from the grip of Mr Baba and scurry into the elevator trying to erase your memory of the last 10 minutes. You heard the whining at your lack of present and stating Mr Ichinomiya was a pure kill joy. Your breathing was frantic and you felt your heart in your stomach of the events. As you watched the numbers slowly descent, you realised the lift never stopped at the lobby, instead it went down future. You sighed and repeatedly pressed the lobby button but it kept going down. Dear god what now, you sighed and slumped against the elevator wall. Once it came to stop you didn’t see anyone outside the lift so you stepped out but as you did you bumped into a figure you never saw and heard a horrifying smash. You gasped and saw two figures who had been holding something that looked like a statue was smashed into pieces on the floor. Fuck sake.

“Ohmygod Im so so sorry,” You cry unsure what to do. The figures grabbed your arms tight and pulled you down the corridor.

“You idiot that was an irreplaceable statue!” One screamed. You tried to free yourself but it was no hope you were too weak against the men.

“I guess we’ll have to take her instead,” The other replied. You thrashed against them but to no use. You were shoved into a dark room and flinger into a small cage. They left you in the darkness and tears started streaming down your face. What was this day, what was happening?

You had no idea how much time passed before you felt like the cage you was in was moving and before your eyes you was left on a stage, thousands of masked people in the audience gazing at you. You wanted to scream for help but that was when you heard it.

“Sold for 20 million to you sir at the back”. You chocked. You was being sold like cattle at market, you’d just been sold in a black market auction.

The cage you was in was covered up and you felt it moving again, you couldn’t stop the tears from falling but you refused to let who was moving you hear you cry. Exhausted from your tears and slumped against the bars of your cage waiting for this nightmare to be over. You wasn’t sure you travelled far, but then again you had no idea where you was, until you heard a recognisable voice. No scrap that, five recognisable voices. Are. You. Serious.

The cover was removed and there you saw them. The five men you had encountered that morning standing on the outside of your cage.

“I told you, I’d lock you away for only me,” Mr Ichinomiya said smirking. This was his doing? “She’s not just yours, she’s all of ours!” Pouted Kisaki making puppy eyes.

“None of you touch my princess, please let us get her out of that cage,” Baba says looking innocently at you.

“She looks like a pet!” Chimed in again from Kisaki. This was the most degrading experience of your life. You finally mustered up the courage to say something. “W…whats happening?” You say with more tears in your eyes looking hopelessly at the men around you.

“We brought you, we own you, us,” Mr Ichinomiya said, he emphasised own more than anything else.

“The five you…?” You whispered back, seeing each of their hungry eyes on you, eyeing you up like a piece of meat.

“You belond to us, all five of us, we brought you for a share each and now you have to obey what we say,” Babe says with a devious smile. Your eyes meet the rugged detective styled man from earlier, once again a cigarette handing from his lips, his eyes focused on you. Your head ached and you felt cramped inside the cage you had been thrown into earlier.

“Can… can I please get out this,” You asked, your voice just above a whisper. You hear a small chuckle from some of the men, you don’t know who but you hope they heard your plea. You see Mr Ichinomiya learn forward and unlock the cage allowing you to be free. You don’t hesitate to spring from the cage, your legs slightly week and once free you fall a little unable to keep your balance only to be caught by several pairs of strong arms, each man had lunged to keep you from falling. Guiding you to one of the cream sofas you sat down, whilst the men placed themselves around you, Kishi sitting on one side of you.

“So… so you brought me? Why? I’m confused what’s happening,” You ask.

“Who could let such a thing of beauty go?” Kishi finally speaks, taking your face in your hand. You flustered at the movement.

“You need to decide a place to stay, one of us as your master,” Mr Ichinomiya said from a separate armchair, crossing his legs. You started to laugh. But none else did.

“Wait, your serious…” You said, looking at all the men’s stern faces. Babe fell to the floor and crawled to you, placing his hands on your exposed knees.

“I’ll treat you like a princess, the princess you truly are,” He said burrowing his hazel eyes into yours and slowly moving his hands up your thighs. You feel your face turn in one powerful swift to face Kishi who was inches away from you, he smelt strongly of whisky and cigarettes.

“I’m a detective, I’ll keep you safe,” He whispers against your lips. Before you can register what’s happening your swept of your feet and held into an embrace by Kisaki.

“Be my precious pet,” Kisaki said brushing your hair out of your face. You were once again whipped away by another strong pair of arms and held strongly against Mr.Oh’s chest.

“Women are a waste of time, but for you I’ll make the acceptation” He spoke softly into your hair. Before finally, you pulled down onto the lap of the king , Mr Ichinomiya. Your back pressed firmly against his chest and he leaned against you snaking his hands over your waist.

“Stay with the king and be treated like a queen,” He whispered into your neck. You felt dizzy, the staring of each men burning into you whilst the hot breath of Mr Ichinomiya tickled against your neck.

“I… I have an apartment here, can’t I just st-“ You started but was cut off with a no from almost everyman.

“What if we propose a new deal then,” Baba said walking over and stroking your face. A rival growl from Mr Ichinomiya was stated from behind you. Almost like a look, don’t touch.

“I’ll stay here,” You pipe up before any other men can stay anything. A chuckle comes from behind once again and he places a kiss against the back of your neck causing a slight shiver to run down your back.

“Boss wins again,” Sighs a defeated Kishi .

“God damit” Oh mutters. You feel daggers staring at Mr Ichinomiya who’s still chuffed with the result.

“I said here, not him,” You state and try to stand up but the hands around tighten.

“Don’t toy with me girl,” Mr Ichinomiya whispers into your ear.

“I… I’m serious, I don’t know you, any of you, if you own me I’ll be here, but I belong to all you not just one,” You say after mustering all you can. You was done, you was tired, no exhausted. Enough of this, enough of all of this.

“I mean, I can share my princess here but if any of you touch her…” Baba starts.

“I swear to god, I will shoot one of you if you break her,” Oh adds, his hand in his blazer. A deep sigh comes from behind you but there’s still a tight grip around your waist with one placed now placed on your thigh.

“I’ll be here all the time, just more time to myself,” He says squeezing your thigh.

“I…um, I need to get back to work,” You say before pushing his hands off you and standing up pulling down your high risen skirt.

“You don’t leave.” A stern voice said. You wasn’t sure who said it but you heard it.

“I… I have a job, I cant just-“ You start but was interrupted.

“We’ll look after you, but as part of this you do not leave, not without one of us,” Kisaki says walking over to you and holding your wrists gently. You look over your shoulder to Mr Ichinomiya.

“S…Sir?” You ask, regardless the others he was the CEO of where you worked. He smirked.

“Look at me like that again and I will have you pinned against a wall faster than you can Sir, but yes. You live here, your life is here, you serve us now and if you leave you will be ended,” Mr Ichinomiya said his eyes glazing with a darkness.

“O…okay,” You finally surrender and the men give me devilish smirks and smiles.

The penthouse was exquisite, beautiful in every way. From the living area was joined with a open kitchen which had a marble staircase leading to a upstairs full of rooms. Each man had his own suite and bathroom, Mr Ichinomiya had his own office and you were finally taken to your room. It was bigger than the whole of your apartment you lived in and beautifully detailed in every way. You also had your own en-suite with a spa bat-tub and wall to floor shower. You gasped when you saw it, a smirk appeared on Mr.Oh’s face. “Impressed by this? We have so much more to show you darlin,” Kishsi said gently wrapping his arms around you much to the protest of the fellow bidders.

A few hours had passed and you spent them in your room still confused of the events that had happened today. You was owned by these five men, no choice, no escape, no home to go back too… You ended up passing out from exhaustion on the silk bed in your room. When you woke you found the stuff from your apartment had been placed inside and you realised this wasn’t a nightmare or a bad dream, it was all real and happening. Walking into the bathroom you looked at the state of you in the bathroom and sighed, you looked a mess. You skirt was hitched up from your slumber, barely covering your ass, your shirt was messy and untucked, your sleeked ponytail was messy and falling out and you still had the toe pinching heels on. Stripping off, you stepped into the shower washing away the humiliation you faced from today away. You used the lotion already stacked in the shower, making your skill smell of vanilla. Drying yourself off and stepping into your room, you found your lounge wear in the pile of stuff brought to your room. Sliding into your lacey low-cut tank top with your black lace shorts, not your best clothing option by far but it’s all you had I mean you never expected to live with a group of five men. Grabbing the secret stash of cigarettes, you kept hidden in one of your coat pockets and retying your hair back up and slipping on your flower kimono you take a deep breath and exit your room.

You was greeted to a cheerful sound of men and the mixed smell of alcohol and cigarettes greeted your nose. It was a smell you wasn’t use to but it’s a smell you finally get use to and call home. A round of whistles filled your ears when you stepped down the marble case gaining all of the bidder’s attention. This was something you would never get used to.

“Well, look whos finally come to join us,” Mr Ichinomiya said sitting in the same chair as earlier, a whisky in hand and that smug smirk on his face.

“Yes, yes enjoy the show,” You say and twirl before walking into the kitchen, all eyes on you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Mr Ichinomiya says to you rising an eyebrow. Looking confused.

“Getting a drink…?” You respond.

“Did we give you permission?” He responds. You scoff and grab one of glass flutes before picking up the bottle of champagne and pouring a glass.

“You can’t be serious,” You say shaking your head but the next minute your slammed up against the fridge Ichinomiya pressed inches away from your face. His hot breath pulsing against your next and your hands pinned to the side of your face.

“Do not test me, you obey me, you answer to me with sir and if you don’t do what I say within 5 seconds, I will bend you over the nearest thing and fuck you there and then,” He says whilst pressing his lips against your neck. You cant help but let out a sweet moan at the sensation and without realising you respond, “Yes sir, sorry sir,”. You feel the smirk of his mouth pressing against your neck before he pulls away. Your face is slightly flustered and you feel the drink you previously poured pushed back into your hand.

“Good girl,” He mumbles, watching you walk away. The men had moved to a poker table sitting around and you sat in the free chair next to Baba, which you didn’t know was the best option.

“So princess how are you.” He says and places his hand on thigh and squeezes it gently. You give a simple smile and look around the table feeling the gaze of the bidder either on your face or your chest. You sipped away at your drink whilst watching the men engage in their game of poker. Every time you found your glass empty, one of the bidders had filled your up glass up almost instantly.

“So sweetheart you playin?” Kishi asked before popping a cigarette into his mouth whilst shuffling some cards. You licked your lips slightly watching him fondle the cigarette in his mouth before you took yours out to the gasps of the other men.

“If you like the look of his mouth, wait til you see what mine can do,’ Kisaki whispers into your ear, Baba’s hand still squeezing your thigh. It was like a competition of them for your attention…

“Yeah, fuck it,” You replied, before placing the cigarette between your teeth and raising your eyebrows to Kishsi gesturing to his lighter. Instead he shifted from his chair and shoved Kiaski out of the way taking his place. He leaned in close to you placing the end of his lit cigarette to yours and mumbles for you to inhale which you comply. Your eyes lit up watching the end spark up. You rolled it between your lips and lean back in your chair and cross your legs with your drink in the other. You hear muttered curses and comments from the others.

“God, I wanna see what else you can do with them lips,” Oh says watching your every movement.

“Let me put something better between those lips,” Ichinomiya says with a smirk. You wasn’t sure if it was the attention you was receiving, the drinks you’d had or a mix of both because you started to feel more confident.

“So we playing boys or what,” You say leaning forward, before seductively sucking the end of your cigarette and slightly licking your lip. You heard a low grown from the bidders, unable to place the groans to each man. This could get interesting you think to yourself, inhaling, exhaling, your chest rising to each movement. You knew the men were watching anticipating your next move, but there was none. You leaned forward for Kishi’s ashtray and stubbed out your cigarette.

The cards were dealt and a round was played, losing within the first few minutes of the game.

“Shall we make it more interesting?” Ichinomiya says smirking behind his cards. All eyes were on him, except for mine, I was far more interested in topping up my drink, since we started playing the men stopped catering for your needs.

“For her.” He states shortly and quickly with the other bidders in unison. Realising what was said you almost chocked on your drink. You wasn’t dumb or naïve and you knew what that meant and by god was you going to let one of these men win you like a prize. Looking for an escape on this, you watched as Baba loosened his tie and it hit you.

“Or…” You start and finishing your drink for courage, all eyes back to you.

“Strip poker, winner gets a kiss…” You breath out after a deep exhale. You hear Kisaki clap and rub his hands together, sitting opposite you in Kishi’s original chair. Oh winks at you before diverting your gaze and you feel Baba had snaked a hand around your waist giving you a tight squeeze. Kishi gently took your wrist before placing a small kiss to your palm sending a heat of excitement through you. Ichinomiya gets up and walks to you and pulls you back by your ponytail gently, he leans down and places a kiss against you neck, sending you slightly breathless.

“You better get that pretty mouth of yours ready to kiss me all over,” He whispers into your ear before releasing your hair and returning to your seat. Slightly intoxicated with the situation at hand you regain yourself and smile.

“Game on boys” You say.

Surprise, surprise you lost the first round so you lost the kimono, leaving you in your tank top and shorts.

You didn’t lose the next few but you watched, Oh Baba and Kishi all lose an article of clothing, mainly ties and fedoras. But then you lost again and you had to decide on what went. Sighing and mustering your courage, you slowly removed your tank top thankful you kept your white lace bra on but it left little to the imagination, your slight erect nipples poking through the material. Kisaki and Oh’s jaws dropped, Baba placed his hand back onto your waist before slowly tracing it up your side, Kishi who had nearly fell asleep was now wide awake and his eyes burning through your chest. A recognisable growl came from the king, the same kind you heard earlier when you was sat on his lap. This was the first moment you realised the full effect you were having on these men but also the effect they was having on you.

“Okay boys, pack it in,” You saw with a new confidence and throwing you shirt at the table. You play two more round, winning both and watching Ichinomiya lose his jacket and Kisaki his shirt, he was hiding a beautifully tone chest under there.

It was the last round, a make or break for you. You lost the first half much to your disagreement but you sucked it and teased the men watching you. Standing up, your first traced your hands up your stomach but moved them down to your shorts meet with anticipated breath from the bidders. Slowly you tug your shorts down just a little reviling the hem of your lacy panties. Slowly you push them down, using your other hand to keep up your shorts. Met with gasps and you catch Kishi drop his cigarette his mouth gaping open. Sitting back down, you extend your leg out pulling your panties full off and placing them on the table. You was met with a stunned silence and felt extremely proud of your power move.

The final cards were dealt and you could cut a tension with a knife, the bidder slowly revealed their cards, all but you and Mr Ichinomiya. He smirked and laid out his cards, “I want all them clothes gone for our kiss,” he says smugly. You look at your cards and give him a defeated look before sighing. He knew he had won, until you laid your cards out.

“I call that a royal flush, sir,” Your purr, seeing his eyes widen and that cocky grin wiped off his face. You raise a brow at your defeated opposition and watch him slowly lose his lavender shirt. His chest was chiselled and you felt it hard to keep your cool.

Regardless of his dick attitude, he was a sight to behold. You licked your slightly parted lips at the sight but a comment from Baba brought you back to reality.

“So winner…” He said leaning into you neck. You already knew who you wanted to kiss… right now it was all of them. Each one brought a sexual tension and with your confidence and high of winning you was ready to explore.

“Since you all share me, I want a kiss of each of you, you know please all my masters,” You say with a cocky grin on your face.

No-one complained or whined infact they were rather submissive. Each kiss was different, Oh’s and Kiski were sweet and delicate, Kishi’s tasted like an ashtray (but you enjoyed the taste), Baba however was gentle with a tight grip on your waist and sucking delicately on your bottom lip. And Mr Ichinomiya, he pulled you into his lap and kissed your cheek before moving closer and kissed the corner of your lips, instantly you leaned to him but he pulled back and then you heard it, the words beg fell from his mouth and formed a declivous smile. You couldn’t believe this prick.

“Kiss me,” You muttered against his lips. He pulled back again.

“Kiss me who?” He said cocking an eyebow.

“Kiss me, sir,” you said and his lips came crashing onto yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth, showing his dominance. He pulled back leaving a string of saliva connecting your lips. Feeling heavily intoxicated with passion and lust, you bid the bidders fair well before retrieving your top and kimono and bounding upstairs.

“Aren’t we forgetting something?” One of them yells up, your panties still in the middle of the table.

“Keep them,” You respond, hearing an argument breaking out between them. You reached your room, shut the door and sighed, what had you got yourself into?

“So what is the catch?” Your other friend Gemma asked, perking up from the sofa still marvelling at the fact she was in the penthouse of the Hotel Tres Spades. Grabbing a fresh bottle of champagne from the grey-metallic fridge you place it on the counter and lead forward pressing the palms of your hands flat against it.

Taking a deep sign, you reply, “I mean my freedom in a way, I’m a private maid for the penthouse, I’m not allowed to go freely out of the building without informing anyone of where I’m going, my apartment is gone I can only stay here, I guess I can kiss a love life goodbye, not that there really one,”.

“I mean the last time you last got laid was when you were 17 wasn’t it,” Rachel said, both her and Gemma giggling.

“Shut up!” You yelled, lobbing a bag of peanuts at her head and trying not to go the colour of the perfectly red apple sitting on the counter. She was right though, it had been five years since you last had any sexual connection with a man. Not that you hadn’t had the opportunity, but the first and last time you had sex, you were lied too, tricked into thinking you and he was in love but really all he wanted was your body. You never told or spoke to anyone about it because you felt embarrassed, ashamed of your naivety but you were young, you thought you was in love.

Pouring yourself and the two others a drink, you waltzed back across the room.

“To Miss (YN) new lavish lifestyle!” Gemma said raising her glass and waiting for us to join in.

“To no catches!” Rachel chimed in causing a giggle from all three of you.

“So come on, what’s the real gossip, what are these men like?” Rachel ask you, wiggling her eyebrows. You took a sip of your champagne and though about your response. You knew no-one was in the penthouse, or you hoped at-least, you was still getting use to everyone’s schedules even though they never really stuck to them. You gave your friends a brief description to your friends of them ensuring to leave out details from the poker night, that only happened 2 nights ago.

“They all sound devious but come on, if you had, which one would you screw?” Gemma asked and you had to think.

The smug and demanding yet charming boss – Eisuke Ichinomiya

The mafia leader – Soryu Oh

The flirtatious thief – Mitsunari Baba

The young artist – Ota Kisaki

The ruggedly handsome detective – Mamoru Kishi

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“You are a feisty little thing, aren't you?” - (Single Dad)Roger x Reader (smut)

Summary: Mr. Taylor hires you to babysit his two kids. (For argument’s sake, Reader is 18/19/20… whatever you want her to be, so she’s legal. If I don’t clarify this someone will have something to say.)

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TURN AROUND RIGHT NOW IF YOU ARE UNDER 18. Language, smut, age gap.

Word count: ~4.5k

[A/N: Hey, @culturefiendtrashqueen. Cheers!🥂 OH! And yes - the 300 notes rule still applies. No Part 7 until then.]

The boredom was almost unbearable. Okay, so it was actually unbearable. You weren’t even trying to hide it anymore, much to your mother’s chagrin. Ruth and Margaret, your mother’s friend and her daughter – everything about them oozes ostentation, and you’re trying hard to refrain from screaming whenever they start to talk about their horses or their tea or their last trip to their cottage in Cornwall. You don’t care about Margaret’s studies or her boyfriend. “I don’t even know why she’s even worrying herself with school,” Ruth giggles. “Geoffrey will provide for her just fine.” Margaret holds her hand out over the table and does that annoying happy screech she does and you hear your mother gasp with excitement.

“Look at this ring, Y/N!” she says, grabbing your arm to get your attention. “He proposed!”

“Yeah,” you say with a fake smile. “Congratulations.” Your tone is unamused, but you keep the smile on your face anyway before diverting your attention elsewhere. Where is he? you groan to yourself. He’s late. He’s supposed to rescue you, his damsel in distress, from these beasts who are holding you prisoner.

“Don’t mind her,” your mother says to them, quietly, but still loud enough for you to hear. “She’s still trying to move on from…”

“I’m actually not trying to move on from anything,” you snip. “I’m perfectly happy with where my love life is, thanks.”

“Love life?” she laughs. “What love life? You’re not seeing anyone.”

“Maybe she’s happy with the lack of one,” Margaret jokes. “Not all of us are lucky enough to have someone like my Geoffrey who changes our mind about love.”

Every ounce of politeness you’ve forced yourself to have drained out when you had to pretend to be happy about her engagement ring. “Some of us don’t need some stupid ring and a boyfriend from some pretentious family to be happy, Margaret.”

“He’s my…”

“I’m sorry. Fiancé. Whatever,” you interrupt before she can even fully protest before turning to your mom. “May I please leave?”

“No,” she fusses in your ear. “Stop being a brat.”

A brat. Ha. The last person who called you a brat was… walking through the door right now with his two girls. Finally. Liv spotted you immediately and ran over to you. “Y/N! Daddy Y/N’s here!” You bend down to greet her with a hug and she quickly jumps in your lap. “Why are you here?”

“Clearly she’s here to eat, Liv,” Roger chuckles as he walks to the table with Birdie in tow. “Mrs. Y/L/N, it’s nice to see you again,” he greets your mother with a smile. “And it’s always nice to see you, Y/N.”

You introduce him to Ruth and Margaret and turn your attention to the girls. “You are both looking lovely today,” you smile. “What’s the special occasion?”

“Daddy said he wanted to take us on a date,” Birdie giggles. “But I told him this isn’t a date. Because real dates are when…”

“That’s enough, Birdie,” he says as he taps her on the head.

“Y/N helps Mr. Taylor with the girls,” your mother explains to Ruth and Margaret.

“Oh? You’re an au pair?” Ruth asks.

“No, she’s a princess,” Liv chirps. “She’s not a oh… whatever.”

“A princess?” Margaret giggles. “Where’s your tiara?”

“Daddy says she doesn’t need one,” Birdie says. “But she has a wand. We haven’t seen it though.” You and Roger both smirk at each other, knowing the whole secret of the wand. “Daddy says she’s good with it though.”

“Alright,” he says as he tugs Liv’s arm to get her off your lap. “Let’s leave these pretty ladies alone.”

“Y/N’s the prettiest one though, isn’t she Daddy?” Liv giggles. He grins at you and starts to walk away, but she’s not moving. “Well aren’t you gonna kiss her?” Immediate embarrassment. Immediate and total embarrassment. All you can do is hold your hand to your mouth to stop the embarrassed laughter that is fighting to come out. Roger bends down and gives you a quick kiss on the cheek, but when he starts to walk away, Liv opens her mouth again. “No, Daddy. Kiss her like you always do.”

You close your eyes and throw your head in your hands, trying to will yourself into a black hole. “Not in public,” you hear him whisper to her. You don’t hear anything else so you assume they’ve walked away, which you see they did when you finally muster up the strength to raise your head back up.

Ruth and Margaret are smirking, but your mother? Her face is tense. Her lips are pursed and her eyes look like they want to stab you. You’re not sure if you should say anything or just let her continue to imagine your death right there at the table. What’s shocking to you, though, is that you don’t care. You don’t feel ashamed. You’re not terrified of what she’s going to say, but you know she’s going to say something. Maybe not right now, because your mother would never cause a scene in public, but she will say something to you as soon as she can. All you can do is look back at her and smirk a smartass smirk, because you know she’s incredibly angry with you right now. But you don’t care.

“Isn’t he… married?” Margaret whispers.

“No. He’s not. Never was.” Your eyes never leave your mother’s, and the smirk never leaves your face. “He’s…”

“Way too old for you,” your mother says. “This will not continue.”

“Yes it will,” you say. “You can’t exactly control that.”

She’s not angry anymore. She’s looking quite heartbroken, actually. “Why are you doing this?” she whines. You tune her out as much as you can, only hearing bits and pieces of what she’s saying. “Is this payback for something your father and I didn’t do?” and a “why are you doing this to us?” paired with a “what will people say about us?” is what pushed you right to that delicate point where if you were nudged just another inch, you were going to explode.

You grab your mother’s martini and chug it down like you’re taking a shot. “I’m much too sober for this,” you groan before putting the glass back down on the table. “None of this is about you, mother dear,” you say in a sarcastic tone as you stand up from the table. “I won’t be at the house for dinner tomorrow night. I have a date.” You look at Ruth and Margaret and smile the same fake smile you’ve thrown at them this entire lunch. “It’s been a pleasure, as always,” you tell them before rushing to the table with Roger and the girls.

Their faces light up when you get to the table and sit down. “We didn’t even get to follow through with the plan,” he laughs. “Wasn’t I supposed to come back over there?”

“No need,” you sigh. “I’ll tell you later.”

“Okay. What happened? Did Liv get you in trouble?” he jokes after the four of you walk in your flat. The girls wanted to see where the princess lives when they dropped you off, so you invited them in to see.

“Let’s just say that you’re way too old for me, according to my mother. And clearly this is only because I want to hurt them or something.” You groan and throw yourself on your sofa. “I don’t know.”

“Ah, I’m being used for revenge,” he jokes as he sits next to you. “That’s okay. According to their mother, I’m using you for revenge, too.”

“Well it’s a good thing we’re on the same page.”

“It’s a very good thing. Because I told the boys they were going to get to meet my new lady this weekend.”

“Yeah?” you ask with a smile.

“Mmm hmm.”

Birdie runs over to you. “I like your flat, Y/N. Can I spend the night?”

“Yeah, I wanna spend the night too,” Liv echoes.

Roger chuckles. “I wanna spend the night too.”

“While that would be fun, I have my exams tomorrow,” you sigh.

“Yes, you do. That’s why we’re going to be leaving now,” Roger says as he starts to gather the girls to leave before walking close to you so only you can hear what he’s saying. “Hey, they won’t be home tomorrow night, so why don’t we have a long weekend, just the two of us.”

“You can’t play with that Liv!” Birdie yells as she snatches the figurine Liv took from a shelf away and puts it back.

“With no interruptions,” Roger grins. “Here,” he says as he takes a key out of his pocket and hands it to you. “This way there won’t be any need to knock.”

After giving him a smile, you all walk to your door so they can leave. “I’ll see you tomorrow, beautiful,” he says quietly with a wink. And when he opens the door, there they are.

Your parents.

“Just go,” you groan to Roger. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He nods and smiles, saying nothing as he escorts the kids out, not really sure if he should leave, but you give him reassuring smile and he walks away.

Your parents invite themselves in and take a seat on your sofa. “So it is true,” your father says. “You’re a harlot.”

Your mother’s face falls and she lets out a shocked gasp.“Y/N, what your father means is that…”

“I know what he means,” you snip. “I know what you both think, and you’re both wrong.”

Your father is angry, heated. His face is even tighter than hers was earlier at lunch. So when he yells at you, you’re not even surprised. “Well what else do you call a girl who…”

“Who is involved with someone her parents don’t approve of?” you laugh. “I call her normal.”

“Are you doing this for the money? Or the thrill?” Normally, your father asking you this would have offended you to tears, but nothing about your life has been normal for almost two months now. You take no offense at all. Instead, you get angry.

“We’re worried about you, Y/N,” your mom says, grabbing your hand and tugging you down to sit next to her.

“No you’re not. You’re worried about what people will think of you.” You snatch your hand back from her and lean back on the sofa, a cheeky grin on your face. “But if you really are worried about me, don’t be. He takes good care of me.”

“Do you have any idea…” your dad starts to talk, but you calmly interrupt him.

“Real good care of me.”

“He’s a bad influence,” your mom says, trying to reason with you. There’s no reason she should think he’s a bad influence, but…

“He absolutely is. And I adore him for it.”

After what felt like the longest day of your life followed by a quick drink with your friends to celebrate the end of the semester, you drive to Roger’s house, completely exhausted. He said he gave you the key so there would be no need to knock, so after raising your hand to knock on the door out of habit, you chuckle to yourself and unlock the door.

When you walk in the house, it’s dark. And quiet. You know the girls aren’t but you can’t find Roger anywhere. You call out for him, but he’s not answering. Maybe he went somewhere. No need worrying. What you want is to put on baggy clothes and not use your brain until next semester.

You walk into the bedroom and notice the light is on in the bathroom, and when walk in to turn it off, you see Roger sitting in the garden tub, up to his chest in bubbles. “Hey there,” he says with a smile.

“What are you doing?” you giggle. He waves you over to the tub, and you smirk, taking your clothes off as he watches.

“Knew you’d have a tough day,” he says, offering his hand to help you into the tub. “Wanted to make sure my girl gets to relax.” The hot water instantly relaxes you as you slowly lower yourself in. He motions for you to turn around and put your back to him, and he pulls you close to his chest, wrapping his arms around you. He gives you gentle kisses on your neck and shoulder then up to your ear.

“I could get used to this,” you giggle, closing your eyes and resting your head on his shoulder.

He lathers up a washcloth and pushes you to lean up, softly washing your back. “So could I,” he murmurs. He moves around to your shoulders and chest, then gradually down to your breasts, grazing your nipples, slowly circling each one. He drops the towel, deciding to use his finger tips instead, his hands gentle as he caresses the flesh beneath his fingers. Jolts of excitement run deep down to your lower stomach with every rub and pinch. “Just relax, babe,” he whispers. He picks the towel up again and starts washing your legs from your thigh, to your calf and back up again.

You look up at him and he leans down to kiss you as his hands are still wandering on your thighs. In the middle of the kiss, you feel his fingers graze between your legs, finding your clit. Your body nearly explodes as he touches you. You arch your back against him as he rub circles around the sensitive nub, pleasuring you slowly.

“I’ve waited all day to touch you,” he growls softly, kissing your neck with more passion, scraping his teeth gently against your skin. He slips his fingers inside you, pushing them in and out gently as his other hand concentrates on your clit. You can feel his rock between your bodies, and you reach behind you so you can stroke his cock at the same pace that he’s pleasuring you with his fingers. “I want you now,” he whispers in your ear, nibbling on your ear lobe. “I want to tease that sweet little clit with my tongue, taste you on my lips.”

You stand up in the tub and step out, wrapping yourself in the towel that he has set out for you. He can’t take his eyes off you. “Like what you see?” you grin. He follows you out, wrapping himself in his towel at his waist and moves in for a kiss, but you move away before he can and make your way into the bedroom.

“Wait here,” he tells you. “Don’t move.” He rushes out of the door, leaving you there on the bed. It’s dark, and the moon isn’t shining so bright tonight, so you take it upon yourself to light the candles on the nightstand. He said all of this is to help you relax, anyway, so you want to set the mood. When he walks back in he’s carrying a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket and two flutes. “I forgot to bring this up earlier,” he smiled.

He pours you each a glass of champagne before sitting next to you on the bed. “Fancy, Mr. Taylor,” you giggle. “You’re going to have me spoiled by the end of the night.” After a few kisses and a few sips of the champagne, you stand and let your towel drop to the floor and get on your knees in front of him.

You take a little champagne in your mouth and wrap your mouth around the head of his cock. “Oh, fuck,” he gasps, the cool, bubbly champagne hitting his sensitive skin as you swirl your tongue around in circles. You take him in until the head of his dick is close to your throat and swallow, adding even more sensation, causing him to gasp and moan. “Fucking hell, Y/N, you’re being a dirty girl tonight.” He looks down at you, his mouth opened and smiling. “Do that again.”

You suck hard as you move your mouth away, making a pop when you finally release him. “Yes, Mr. Taylor,” you smirk, reaching back for the glass of champagne and taking another sip as you twist your free hands around his length before bringing your mouth back down to oblige his request. Excruciatingly slowly, you flick your tongue on the head of his cock as you slowly stroke the shaft. You keep your eyes locked with his and feel his fingers sink into your hair. You watch as his eyes close and his breathing becomes ragged the faster you go. With your free hand, you cup his balls and feel them tighten, knowing he’d be close soon if you continue, which is confirmed by his own low growl.

He grabs a handful of your hair and pulls your head back, forcing you to make eye contact. “Get up here,” he grins. Of course, you do as he says, and when you lay back, he nudged your legs open and grabs your hand. “Feel how wet you are,” he whispers, guiding your hand down to your core. “Rub your clit for me.” He kneels in front of you, not diverting his eyes from your hand as you rub your fingers on your bud. “Like that,” he murmurs, stroking his cock as he watches you pleasure yourself while taking a sip of his champagne. “Just like that.”

You sit up, never moving your hand away, and bite your bottom lip. “You like watching me, Mr. Taylor?”

“Mmm,” he grins and moves close to you. “I do.” He looks back down to watch you, and you look down to watch him, but he quickly takes his hand away and takes another sip of his champagne and licks his lips. “Dirty girl,” he smiles, leaning in for a kiss. He grabs your wrist and brings your hand to his cold mouth, chilled by his champagne, wrapping his lips around your wet fingers. He sticks his tongue in between the two, closes his mouth around them, and sucks slowly all the way to the tips, making sure he gets them all clean. “So sweet,” he grins. “I want more.” He gently pushes you to lay back on the bed as he places soft kisses from your knees to your thighs. He takes one more quick sip of his champagne and throws the glass on the floor. You gasp and moan as his mouth reaches your cunt, carefully making sure that he can give you the same beautiful torture you gave to him.

He holds your clit between his cold lips, slowly moving his tongue to graze until you give him the involuntary, subtle buck of your hips that lets him know he’s doing everything right. He reaches his hands up to yours, enlacing your fingers together. A moaning gasp escapes you, your breathing slow and deep, as Roger works his tongue on your pussy like the master he is, knowing just where and how you like it. He lets go of your hands so he can play with your tits, squeezing them and pinching your nipples while he feasts on you. His tongue starts to flick faster and faster on your clit, your back arching as he inserts a finger deep inside you, massaging, sliding it in and out. He inserts another finger, fucking you with both, your head buzzing from the emotional, sexual ecstasy.

You grab the back of Roger's head, holding his hair in your fist, mashing his mouth on your clit, as his fingers steadily slide in and out of you. Your eyes bore into those pretty blue eyes peering over your pubic mound, and you can see him smile as he looks into yours, sensing your orgasm approaching. “Please, please, don't stop, please,” you desperately beg, your eyes frantic with the oncoming orgasm. It crests, then breaks and crashes down on top of you, a sonic draft of orgasmic fire, squeezing your eyes shut and squealing as wave after wave pulses through you. Roger doesn’t stop. He keeps licking and fucking your pussy with his fingers, somehow managing to hang on through your thrashing. You want to beg him to stop, but you can’t get the words out. He knows you perfectly, and he knows you can’t handle any more. He slows the tempo of his licking and pumping so your body can calm itself from its erotic fire. Your heavy breathing is the only sound in the room. You barely feel him remove his fingers. You shudder softly as he gently kisses your clit, your mound, your hips and stomach. He gives you a seductive suck on each nipple before tenderly kissing your neck and cheek.

You lay there with eyes closed, panting, exhausted, unable to move as Roger nuzzles his nose into your hair, your chest rising and falling as you try to catch your breath. You reach for his face and cup his cheeks, tasting your juices on his tongue, sucking on it and giggling. “All relaxed now?” he jokes.

“Mmm hmm,” you smile. “But something tells me we aren’t done yet.”

“My sweet girl,” he chuckles, “you know we aren’t done yet.” You can see in his expression that a new idea suddenly burns in his mind as he looks over to the nightstand with the lit candles. “I'm not done with you.” You think you know what he’s implying, but still gasp aloud with shock when he snatches one of the big candles from the nightstand and hold it above you, the top full of liquid wax, a little of which has already trickled down the side. He raises his eyes questioningly and you stare back with curious apprehension.

“You wouldn't,” your giggling words say, but the flicker of a smile on your lips dares him to do it. He slowly tips the candle and hot wax falls across your stomach. You take in a deep breath, sucking in air as the sensitive flesh draws all the heat from the searing liquid and forms itself into a hard crusts. “Oh… Oh God…” Your whole body bucks in reaction, your stomach tightening as you absorb the extreme sensation. It took a moment for your body to register the steady hot drip-drip-drip down your sternum, over your stomach, down to the area just above your most sensitive spot. Your eyes widen as you see it hover over your pussy, hot wax still pooling at the brim. “No, no, no, Roger,” you gasp, and start to giggle once he smiles.

Enflamed with lust and perhaps even a little shocked by what he had just done, Roger hovers back over you, putting the candle down before he starts to kiss you insistently, thrusting his tongue into your mouth. You grab hold of him and return his fevered passion, both of you desperately needing each other. He nudges your legs further apart as he grips his cock and rubs it against you as you spread your legs wide and lift against him. "You want me?" he asked, jokingly with a husky tone as he rubs against your clit. Your eyes cloud with desire and you pull his lips to yours, kissing him hard as you rub against him. He moan so into your mouth and pushes his cock against your entrance, wrapping his arms around you as he pushes into you, slowly rocking in and out.

You wrap your arms around his neck and press against him as you rocked your body with his. He pushes far into you and you whimper as he leaves you, only to push into her once more. He keeps his thrusts slow and you wiggled against him. You pull your lips away from his and cry out. “Please go harder. Fuck me hard I can’t take this,” you whimper, wiggling beneath him.

But Roger keeps his movements slow as he nibbles at your neck. "Easy, love. We have all night. I want to savor this."

He kisses you again, his lips teasing against yours as he pulls you tight against him. You moan against his lips, still writhing under him. You want him to pound into you but he keeps his strokes agonizingly slow. You yell out in frustration and slam your body hard against his. He chuckles against your neck and slides in you a bit faster.

“You are a feisty little thing, aren't you?” he murmurs against your neck as he continues to tease you. He speeds up in you until you start panting and throwing yourself against him only to slow down until you want to scream with frustration. When he does push you over the edge, you feel as if your body was breaking into a million pieces. You come harder than you ever had before and you hold on to him tightly as the waves crashed over you.

Roger seems to finally tire of this game he’s playing, because he starts to pound hard and fast into you, his balls slapping against your ass as you cry out and rock beneath him. He bites at your neck and sucks at the flesh as he beats into you hard and fast. “Fuck, Roger!” you yell out over his grunting moans. “Cum for me,” you demand. “Do it!”

He pounds you hard and deep, then growls and kisses you hard as he slams hard into you one final time and let’s himself go. He collapses on top of you and kisses you softly. "Oh yes, you are such a feisty little thing,” he chuckles as he brushes your hair back from your face. You just lay there looking up at him as you try to catch your breath, reaching up and running your hand over his face. He kisses your palm as he pulls out and pulls the covers down. He snuggles under the sheet and pulls you into his arms so you lay on his chest. “Get some rest,” he says, softly stroking your back. “We still have all weekend.”

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to-write-ornah · 5 years

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Melty

A/N: so the prompt was ‘tough as nails, but around each other they melt’ and I don’t remember who posted it so if anyone knows pls tell me so I can give credit! Other than that, enjoy! (Also it’s kinda just a blurb)

Word Count: 823

Warnings: swearing, some blood (minor description of wounds) and cute fluff

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

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Sweet Pea crossed his arms, firmly planting himself in front of the Ghoulie trying to hightail it out of the South Side High locker rooms. The kid hit Sweet Pea square in the chest and fell back with a dazed expression on his face. He looked up from the floor, face dropping when he saw who was in his way.

“Shit,” he cursed, scampering backwards as Sweet Pea stepped up to him, grabbing his shirt collar and pulling him roughly to his feet. He slammed him against the wall and flipped out his switchblade, the whooshing sound of the blade clicking into place making the other boys eyes widen in fear. Sweet Pea kept the knife a few inches from the boys neck as his hard eyes scanned his face.

“Hey Ghoulie. How about you and me talk about what your gang did to Sunnyside trailer park last night?”

It wasn’t a question, and the kid quickly nodded, gulping as he eyed the blade. Sweet Pea smirked. Easy as pie.

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You pulled your hand back, wincing slightly as you shook it out. You huffed as you wiped the blood off your knuckles.

You weren’t too beat up, however you couldn’t say the same for the Northside kid laying in a bloody, bruised mess at your feet.

“Bitch,” he choked out, blood and spit dripping onto the ground from his split lip.

You quirked a brow as you squatted beside him, working your fingers into his hair and yanking his head up so he was looking at you.

“I’ve been called worse by better, Northsider. You don’t get to come to my side of the tracks and harass kids.”

“You’re gonna pay for this,” he seethed. “You slu-“

You quickly pulled your arm back and landed one last punch square on his nose, smirking in satisfaction when his body went limp against the ground. You wiped your bloody knuckles on his letterman’s jacket before standing up and stretching.

Easy as pie.

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Sweet Pea stepped into the Whyte Wyrm, eyes immediately scanning the bar. They locked on a booth in the back and he quickly began walking in that direction.

“Honestly, Topaz, it’s not that bad.” You said, rolling your eyes as Toni finished wrapping your knuckles with gauze.

She quirked a brow and gave you a look that clearly said ‘bullshit.’

“Y/n?”

Your head instantly whipped around to see Sweet Pea. His normally stony expression was soft as he rushed to sit next to you. The annoyed expression you’d been sporting was completely gone, replaced with a smile.

“Hey baby,” you said as you moved closer to him. He gently grabbed your hand, cradling it carefully in his large one.

“Princess, who the hell did this to you?” His fingers danced around the bruised skin at the edges of the gauze. You gave him a soft smile, about to answer when something caught your eye.

“You’re one to talk Sweets,” you said, fingers gently grasping his chin to turn his head toward you. “Baby, what happened to your eye?”

He dipped his head and pressed a kiss to your fingers, giving you a proud smile.

“Ghoulie. We had a little chat about what happened to Sunnyside yesterday. He got feisty.” He reached behind you and pulled you closer to him so you were snuggled against his chest, still gently holding your bandaged hand. “Your turn, babygirl.”

You sighed, leaning into him. “Northsider. Harassing some kids.” You grinned up at Sweet Pea. “You shoulda seen the other guy. He was in much worse shape than me.”

He smiled proudly, pulling you in for a kiss.

“I know he was baby.”

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|bonus scene|

“That’s disgusting.” Toni said distastefully, downing her drink. Fangs nodded as they continued to watch the couple from their place at the bar.

“Betcha they didn’t even notice I left,” she continued, pouring another round for her and Fangs.

“How is it the two most badass people turn to mush when they’re together? I mean, one of ‘em could probably take down a handful of Ghoulies all on their own, and here they are being all cuddly in the corner!” Fangs shook his head in bewilderment and threw back his drink, slamming the glass on the counter. Several people glanced at the bar, while Sweet Pea and Y/n continued to be in their own bubble. Toni laughed.

“Don’t break the glass, Fogarty. They probably wouldn’t hear you if you were screaming.”

“I just don’t get it.”

“It’s cute,” Toni shrugged, smiling. “Let ‘em have it.”

“Yeah, I guess so- hey! Would you guys stop making out?!”

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snarkwrites · 4 years

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FFT: gingerbread family; sam and dean winchester

Notes:

So, uh.. Idk where this came from but.. It was fun to write. And maybe one day, I’ll go further with it, idk. I just really wanted to make sure it wound up on here when I started moving fics.

Summary:

What if Sam and Dean woke up one morning and their lives were.. Semi normal? Or as close to normal as it can reasonably get for the two of them? What would they do? Obviously, here, they rolled with it.

Pairing:

Sam Winchester x OFC, Raine, Dean Winchester x OFC, Jenn

Warnings:

total au - not even a little bit canon compliant here, tbh. mentions of alcohol, angst, fluff... a groundhog day but make it christmas plot?

The bleak sunshine beamed through the window right into Sam Winchester’s eyes. His response was to shove his head beneath the pillow and try to burrow deeper down into the bed.

From somewhere nearby, the television turned on. He could hear the opening strands of a cartoon theme song and he grumbled to himself sleepily. “Dean, turn it off, man. It’s too early.” he mumbled.

He realized that he wasn’t at a hotel or the bunker around the same time that an arm slipped over him and the soft warmth of another body pressed against his bare back from behind. Sam’s eyes popped open wide and he felt himself starting to go into fight or flight mode, but from behind him, lips brushed against his shoulder.

“Will you be still, Sam?”

Sam sucked in a breath and after a count to 3, he rolled over, preparing himself for what he might be about to come face to face with.

… The blonde from that bar?…. He remembered Dean sending him into the bar in town to pick up these subs they started selling… And to hang around, make sure that the blonde bartender was okay.

Which had lead to Sam talking to said bartender… And realizing that it was Raine, a girl he’d met a few years back.

He tried to push himself to remember more, but nothing came for a second or two.. And then suddenly, it all came in a rush, memories that didn’t make any sense, things he knew couldn’t possibly have happened were bombarding him. As he tried to pick through what he knew and what he was ‘remembering’ as he lie there on his back with her draped over his body, the bedroom door swung open.

“Daddy, Uncle Dean’s on the phone. Are you and mommy gettin up?”

Sam swallowed hard as his eyes fixed on the 6 year old in the doorway, clutching a galaxy colored unicorn against her as she stared at him.

Her eyes were the exact shade of his own.

“Yeah, I’m getting up.”

Beside him, the blonde stirred. “Bed is warm. You’re warm. If you get up… It’ll be cold.”

And then he caught sight of her finger when he went to raise her arm so he could slip out of bed.

And he saw an engagement ring and a wedding band.

His eyes darted around the room as he rose to a sitting position, making a show of stretching and waking up.

Something in this room had to spark some shred of memory. Real memory. Not whatever those memories were earlier.

On the other end of the phone line, Dean sat at a kitchen table that apparently, he’d built with his own hands. In the background, a woman named Jenn that he remembered Sam telling him about while he was talking to Sam on the phone, who was apparently now his wife was in the kitchen with their son, making dinosaur shaped pancakes and laughing. It’s A Wonderful Life was playing on tv and the irony in the movie’s plot and it’s similarity to what Dean Winchester woke up smack in the middle of was not lost on him, either.

Dean would never admit it, but deep down, he wasn’t even sure why he was calling Sam about this. Every part of him wanted to hang up, go into the kitchen and just… Enjoy whatever this was.

But he had to know if he was the only one.. He had to know if Sam was alright, if this was happening to him too.

“ Hey, darlin?” Dean called out. The red head peered out of the kitchen, flour on the bridge of her nose. “You rang, grinch?”

“Oh haha.. What are you makin in there?” - it wasn’t what Dean was wanting to ask, but it was just a question to distract his racing mind. He was currently in problem solver mode on his end, wondering if Sam were ever going to pick up the damned phone.

“Dinos and snakes.”

Dean’s brow raised and Jenn laughed, shaking her head. “Not literally, Winchester. Pancake form. Our son and his thing with dinosaurs, remember?”

“Ah, oh yeah.” Dean cleared his throat because fuck no, he did not remember. And the sooner he got to the bottom of this, the better. Jenn eyed him. He’d been acting plain weird since they woke up this morning.

Almost like he was out of it, like that one time he tangled with a pack of shapeshifters in New Mexico and wound up with a bit of a concussion.

“Dean?”

“Yeah, hon?”

“You’re good, right?”

“I’m fine. Promise.”

Jenn stared at him a few seconds and then nodded to the tv. “No football?”

“Nah, this is kinda… Amusing to me.”

“Okay then.” Jenn lingered a few seconds, the back of her hand on his forehead.

“I mean it, darlin. Totally fine. Is there any chance we’re gonna have pie today?”

His statement about pie seemed to convince her. She smiled and leaned in, brushing her lips to his forehead. “Possibly… If you’re gonna save some of that whipped cream spray for a little later?” she met his gaze with an intent and hungry look in his eyes and he gulped, nodding.

“Definitely.”

… okay, Sammy, c’mon, pick up the damned phone…. He thought to himself as Jenn disappeared back into the kitchen and his son ran out, climbing up into the chair with him, chewing noisily.

…. Okay, so maybe… he thought to himself, stifling the urge to grin as he watched what was apparently his kid, take a bite of food similar to the way he tended to chow down when food was nearby.

“Hey, whoa, champ… You’re gonna choke.”

“But daddy, you eat like this.”

“I’m big, little guy. You’re not.”

On Sam’s end of things, Sam was getting out of bed. His daughter climbed onto his back, talking a mile a minute about how excited she was that it was Christmas and wondering if Grandma and Grandpa were going to come by later.

When she mentioned that, Sam stopped for a split second and tried to search his mind… She had to be talking about Raine’s parents.

Both of his were dead.

They got to the cordless phone in the hallway and Sam picked it up, all the while, preparing him for what version of Dean he might be getting. Dean spoke up quickly.

“Hey, yo… Sammy.. Everything okay?”

Sam hugged the little girl and told her with a smile, “Go in and sit by the tree. Don’t start opening presents yet, princess.”

“I promise, daddy. Oh, I hope one of ‘em is the unicorn I wanted! Or the chemistry set!”

Sam picked up the phone again, peering out to make sure no one could overhear. He hadn’t… Exactly been able to bring himself to tell Raine that he didn’t exactly.. Remember the last decade they’d apparently been together.

“Dean? Is that really you?”

“ Oh thank God, Sammy.. You’re good, right? Nothing wrong?”

“I mean aside from the fact that oh, apparently, I have a wife and daughter that I didn’t have last night?”

“Oh thank god. I thought it was just me.”

“Wait, you too.. Right?” Sam caught sight of a photo sitting on the console table next to the phone’s base. He picked it up, snickering.

“Your wife is familiar….” Sam trailed off and Dean muttered mostly to himself, “Well, that makes one of us because I haven’t seen her before.. I mean… that red head you mentioned on the phone last night… But I didn’t see her….”

“That’s right, she worked at the bar too. Remember? She was the feisty one, the one who twisted that drunk frat boy’s arm behind his back when he tried to grab her ass as she walked by.. I did tell you about it when you called to tell me you changed your mind on the sub…”

“Yeah, now how’d I wind up the lucky bastard married to her, because damn…” Dean cleared his throat and peered around, closing the bathroom door behind him as he stepped inside. “That still doesn’t explain any of this. Think, Sammy… Did you come in contact with anything weird? I know I didn’t.”

“I don’t think I did.. I mean.. Raine and I were talking before I took her home and we were talking about where we thought our lives might be if things worked out differently.” Sam watched Raine and their daughter as they flipped through the tv set, stopping on the Christmas Parade. The little girl’s joyous laugh had a smile tugging at Sam’s lips and he sighed.

“Oh… Oh hell.” Dean finally managed to snag one solid memory of the night before that didn’t feel false.

He was sitting in the bunker, about an hour before Sam finally made it in from his ‘mission’ down at the bar. The bottle of Jim Beam was sitting in front of him and he’d had some classic rock station playing.

He’d just been sitting there, drinking. Trying to imagine what their lives would be like if they weren’t always in danger. He couldn’t see himself ever not hunting, but maybe on a lesser extreme basis.

Only taking cases he was sought out for or something like that.

He’d just talked to Sam on the phone - Sam had been telling him about the red head he suspected was currently in the kitchen right now.

Dean rubbed the back of his head.

“What do we do?” Sam’s question broke through Dean attempting to piece together what might be going on.

Dean rubbed his chin and took a deep breath. “I’ll stumble through the whole present opening thing and then I’m comin over. We’ll try to figure out something then.”

Just as Sam hung up, he felt a gentle tug at the leg of his plaid pajama bottoms. “Daddy?”

Sam knelt down to her level. “Yeah?”

“Can we please, please please open presents now? I really wanna give you yours.”

Sam smiled and even though he was half afraid he’d wake up at any second and discover this was some kind of dream or something, he pulled her into a hug. “Yeah, let’s go, princess.”

She grabbed hold of his hand, attempting to drag him into the living room and Raine eyed him.

“Everything alright? You seemed kind of out of it earlier.”

“Huh? Yeah. It’s good, everything is good. Dean was just calling to let me know he made it back and that they were gonna come over later.”

God he hoped that in whatever version of reality this was, Dean just popping in was a normal thing, he thought to himself, otherwise, he was not going to just be able to explain it without raising any concerns.

Raine eyed him and leaned in, feeling his forehead with the back of her hand. “Your brother and Jenn and our nephew come over all the time.. What’s going on, Sam?”

“Nothing.”

Raine eyed him. He almost acted like the time he got hexxed by a witch in Vegas.. When the witch tried to make him forget he already had a wife and tried to lure him to a 24 hour wedding chapel to marry her instead. She bit her lip, opened her mouth to say something, but something in her kept quiet.

She closed her mouth and leaned against him, grabbing for a box. “Oh here. This is yours, daddy..”

Sam eyed her, then the box, biting his lip as he caught on to the special emphasis on the word Daddy.

“Well? Are you gonna open that or not?” Raine was fidgeting, heart racing a little bit. Having another kid wasn’t really something she and Sam talked about. They had both mentioned at odd and off hand times that they wanted another kid, but they never actually sat down and talked it over or planned it out.

Which worked better in Raine’s opinion. Happy accidents were better than planning and stress and frustration when things started to prevent what they wanted to happen from happening.

Sam tore open the box and as soon as he saw the EPT sitting there, he tried to pull himself together.

Parts of him were really really wishing this was real and parts of him were waiting on the other shoe to drop, waiting on demons to burst in or Chuck to show his snivelling face.

“Okay, you’re freaking me out here, Sam.” Raine was sitting next to him, taking shaky breaths as she stared at him waiting on some kind of reaction.

Sam pulled her into his lap and hugged her. “When did you find out?”

“ Earlier this week..” Raine pulled him closer and eyed him. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. This is great.”

…. Maybe I can just sort of go with it.. Until something happens.. And I know it will, it always does… Just once… Sam’s mind was racing as he tried again to pick out anything tangible in his mind that might indicate what was going on or when the other shoe was going to drop.

“ Layla, why don’t you bring daddy what you got him?” Raine told their daughter. She leapt off the floor and went racing out of the room, coming back with a book that looked almost as heavy as her.

Sam chuckled. “What’s this, hmm?”

“Just look!”

Sam chuckled as he took the book, opening it to the first page. He pulled her onto his lap and hugged her close. “I love it, sweetie.”

“You’ll read it to me, right?”

“Yeah.” Sam promised as he reached for a box nearby, recognizing his own handwriting immediately. He held it out to Raine, giving his best smile because he had not one single clue what was actually inside the box.

“Sam, I told you…” Raine took the box and bit her lip as she unwrapped it carefully, bursting into laughter.

“You seriously… went and bought the matches to my purposely mismatched socks.” Raine was about to put the box away, but she caught sight of something silver in the bottom and when she pulled it out, she gasped.

“Oh.. Oh… Sam.” Raine moved to sit in his lap, cupping his jawline with her hand, pulling him into a deep kiss. “How in the hell did you get a picture of me that night?”

Sam coughed, raking his hands through his hair. He knew she was waiting for an answer but honestly, given the situation, he didn’t really have one..

“I took it earlier in the night and I kind of… I’ve kept it all this time. Then I saw that locket.”

“I helped, Mommy!”

“And she helped.” Sam added quickly, praying to fuck that Raine didn’t question it. He let out a breath when she did nothing beyond snuggle even closer to him.

“I’m glad you like it.”

“I love it, Sam. It’s.. I… I’m gonna cry now, damn it.” Raine giggled as she wiped at her eyes.

XXX

He couldn’t get over it. Every look around the place revealed something totally new. Dean wasn’t very good at hiding it, either. Jenn eyed him as she saw him standing there, holding their first “family photo” in his hands. She made her way over, leaning against him.

“You know I told you not to get him that dirtbike, right?”

“Yeah, well…” Dean shrugged, chuckling. It was a little too easy to just go with the situation he found himself in. Every part of him really did believe that had he chosen… Had he been able to choose.

He would have definitely chosen Jenn.

His arm slid around her and he admitted quietly, “Just kept thinkin about how Dad, he… He kept saying we’d get one, but we never really got around to it.”

Jenn sighed, nodding as she stared up at her husband. “I know. It’s okay. We’ll just have to teach him how to be careful on it. I knew you were going to go back and get it.”

Even as she said it, while she watched their son sitting on the orange and black dirt bike replica, she still got this feeling that something was off with Dean today. She tucked her fingers beneath his jaw, guiding his gaze down to her own.

“Level with me, Dean.. Are you really okay? Because you’ve acted a little off since we got back last night.”

Dean took a deep breath. He was just about to tell her the truth, all of it, but when he opened his mouth to do so, it just wouldn’t come out.

The song on the radio had him kind of biting his lip and thinking real long and hard about what the song suggested, ‘Let It Be’.

Maybe until he and Sam figured things out, letting it go -and going along with it wasn’t too bad, right?

He just had to hope this didn’t come around and bite him right in the ass like so much other stuff in the past had. Jenn was eyeing him again with that look. Dean put his arms around her, hands slipping down and squeezing her ass. “I’m fine, Jenn. I mean it, okay?”

“Okay.”

Dean couldn’t help but relax a little when she seemed to believe him.

“Let’s go finish opening presents, hmm darlin?” he muttered the words against her mouth and she playfully walked her fingertips up the front of his tee shirt. “And then maybe I can open up a little somethin else, hmm?”

Dean swallowed hard, coughing a little, but he gave a wink and smirk in response. “Maybe so.”

XXX

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Raine asked the question and Sam nodded. Raine eyed him suspiciously, but she shook her head and muttered something about horomones and past close calls he’d had.

It hit him then. He knew by now that he still hunted. That Dean still hunted. So, it went without saying, he’d most likely kept hunting throughout the beginning stages of their relationship.

But did she hunt now too?

After a few seconds of watching her watch their daughter through the bay windows in the living room, he made his way over, standing behind her, his hands at her hips. He turned her around. “I’m fine, Raine.”

“ Okay.” she seemed a little more convinced. The Impala came to a stop in their driveway and Sam chuckled as he watched his daughter dart straight for it. He honestly thought it’d be Dean and his wife and their child getting out.

He swallowed hard, mouth opening and closing when his mom and dad got out instead, his dad with a pile of presents so high that the man couldn’t really see over them and as a result, was having to look around.

“Daddy! Grandpa and Grandma are here! They did come! I told you they’d make it back from Arizona!”

Sam walked to the door, leaning in it’s frame, rubbing his hand over his hair. A red Impala similar to their father’s pulled to a stop behind where John parked and then with a squeal, Sam’s daughter took off at a run for Dean’s legs.

“Oh! Uncle Dean, did you get those bad wolves? When you went huntin?” his niece was looking up at him, that same look in her eyes that Sam used to get whenever Dean told him the plot to some movie as a bedtime story when they were kids and left behind in the hotel.

Dean swallowed hard, trying to take everything in. Apparently, his parents were still alive in this alternate universe. And apparently, hunting truly was a family affair, because on the way over, he’d gotten into a conversation with his son about his last hunt.

All he could think at the moment was that at least he was doing it right. From what he gathered from Jenn and his son, he and Jenn and Sam and Raine alternated. Whoever wasn’t on the case stayed by phones and kept in touch. And kept the kids safe.

It wasn’t the way his father had done things when he took it up, not at all.

And then it really hit him.

His parents were still alive here. He had his whole family.

They finally had their entire family.

Sam made his way over, laughing when his daughter climbed up and into his arms. He leaned in and whispered to Dean, “What’s the verdict?”

“Remember the last time this happened, right?”

Sam nodded. They’d all been together in the bunker. But everything around them had been totally different.

This time, aside from their own personal lives… Nothing really had been so far. Nothing so catastrophic that they’d want to just keep poking around for answers.

“Yeah.. You don’t think?” Sam asked, staring at his brother intently. Dean eyed everyone and green eyes darted around the cul de sac his brother lived on. “No.. I mean, nothin’s obviously wrong.”

Kids across the street were outside throwing a football back and forth. Further down the street, a few older kids and one or two teenagers were heading towards the diner a few blocks away.

Everything felt okay. There wasn’t this air of something horrible waiting to happen. Despite that being the case, both Sam and Dean had their guard up. And things got even further interesting when John and Mary wandered over, talking quietly amongst themselves.

“Okay, now you both know how I feel about makin deals..” John started, with Mary nodding in agreement, glancing back and forth from son to son. Dean and Sam shared a look and shook their heads, raising their hands.

“I swear neither of us did.”

“I know neither of us did. We were just going about Christmas eve normally… Workin a case here in town.. I ran into Raine at the bar and I was actually telling Dean about his wife Jenn when we talked on the phone.” Sam was quick to say it and John rubbed his hand over the back of his head.

“They all think everything is fine. But we all know there’s somethin at play here..”

“John, it doesn’t feel off like last time.” Mary’s hand closed around her husband’s arm as she took a deep breath and watched their grandchildren running through the yard.

Dean chuckled, nodding to his son. “He’s got a pet snake.”

Sam nodded to his daughter. “She pouted a little earlier because we didn’t get her an exact ‘big girl’ chemistry set. Raine said something about her last experiment and the way it exploded on the kitchen ceiling..” and he took a deep breath. “And Raine is pregnant.”

Dean chuckled, nodding to Jenn. “We were talkin about that on the way over here. You took it okay, right?”

“Considering I literally just woke up in the middle of all this today? I hope I did. I tried to.. I just…”

The four of them muttered at the same time, “Don’t wanna leave this all behind.” as Mary hugged her sons. “ I know. I definitely know that feeling.”

“So what do we do?”

“Keep our eyes open. Let all of this ride it’s course. See what tomorrow brings.” John said it quietly and all eyes shifted to him.

“This is all I wanted, from the start. Now I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m gonna roll with it. Everything I’ve seen so far indicates that we’re still in the game, we’re still doin what we’ve always done. Maybe this is finally a reward for all of that.”

“Careful Dad.. you sounded kinda optimistic just then.” Dean watched the kids and called out to his son, “Hey, whoa buddy… Slow down and don’t go so close to the street.”

“Okay, sorry.”

“In the meantime, let’s just get inside. I’m freezing my tits off standing out here. And this cold can’t be good for the kids.” Mary smiled at her sons and made her way over to where her granddaughter sat on the edge of Sam’s porch, hugging herself.

“You cold, sweetie?”

“Mhm. Is everything gonna be okay?” the little girl asked, the question catching Mary off guard for a split second.

Remembering the situation, she plastered on a reassuring smile and hugged the little girl tight. “It is, sweetie. C’mon little man!” she called out to Dean’s son who ran over, grabbing hold of her hand.

“I’m starvin. Can’t wait to get inside and eat.”

Mary laughed softly.

John caught up to her, laughing as he told the kids, “So… who wants more presents, huh?”

“I do!”

“I DO!”

Sam and Dean lingered outside for a little while and Dean finally cleared his throat.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what, Dean?”

“Don’t do that thing you do where you overthink. I’m tryin not to myself.”

“Careful, Dean, you almost sound like you want things to stay this way…” Sam chuckled and Dean mulled it over, waving at Jenn, who came to the doorway with Raine in tow. “Will you two hurry? A Christmas Story is on and the turkey is almost done.”

“Comin darlin!”

“I’ll be right in, sweetheart.”

The brothers shared a look and took a deep breath.

“I think maybe Dad is right… I mean stoppin for gas on the way over here and there were no weird headlines…” Dean said it, Sam letting out a ragged breath as he pointed out also, “Look… We’ve both always wanted this exact thing.. So the way I see it? If it works and nothing is broken, we don’t try to fix it.”

“We just be really careful.”

“Super careful.” Sam echoed, chuckling as he saw Raine and Jenn waiting on them to come in. “I mean… we’ve always said we can’t have both.. And… we have that here. I want it, Dean.”

“So do I. Let’s just roll with it and see what happens.”

And on that note, the brothers made their way into the house just as Raine and Jenn and their mother were starting to put food out on the dining table.

And as they sat around, laughing and talking and eating, they both felt genuinely happy for once.

A true Christmas miracle, if you will…. Now, they both just had to hope that this miracle extended beyond Christmas… That somehow, this was their life.

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Aloha Oe X Edith Nox Crossover Special Ep. The Wedding Of Edith Nox Part 3

Part 3 Here we go!

TAG: @cometworks , @coloursintheblur

FADE IN.

INT. THE DOWNWARD. THE PRISON

There was a skirmish between the Fire Demon Army and the team of heroes. Defeated by them. A small camp near the throne of the Downward, held JUSTIN, EDITH, NOEMI, and VIOLET. Along with other individuals, all their hands bound by rock and trapped within a cage.

JUSTIN & EDITH

Edith! Justin!

NOEMI & VIOLET still unconscious, and surrounded by Fire Demon Guards. There was no plan to escape.

EDITH

What do we do?

JUSTIN

We have to wait. I sent a distress signal to the devices I’ve given to Berry, Argento, and Peri.

EDITH

Wait… wait for who?

JUSTIN

The B Team.

CUT TO. ABRICOT. SOL STUFF.

ARGENTO & PERIWINKLE are watching the shop.

ARGENTO

Peri, have you done your homework?

PERIWINKLE

Yes, Argento!

The distress device they both received had begun to beep. ARGENTO picks up the device concerned.

ARGENTO

Peri?

Looking to her quickly, she was already wearing armor and carrying dangerous weapons in her hands.

PERIWINKLE

Let’s go save them!

She said in what can be described as a Badass.

ARGENTO

Okay, I’m proud of the fact that you’re always ready young lady. But how in the Fates did you find all of the dangerous weapons?

PERIWINKLE

A hero never reveals her secrets.

(ARGENTO gives her a look, eyebrows raised.)

I found Noemi’s key to the weapon’s artifact room.

ARGENTO

Okay, we’ll talk about this later. Put the weapons back and grab your wand, sweetie.

(Suddenly noticing the charm around PERIWINKLE’S neck. She grew concerned.)

Where did you find this?

PERIWINKLE

Oh uh… nothing.

(She tries to hide it)

ARGENTO

Peri, that’s one of the Talismans of Acheron... how? Those are one of the most powerful charms of Necromancy. How did you get it?

PERIWINKLE

Don’t tell Noemi that I told you but… he found it when he went on that expedition earlier this year… he was gonna surprise you for your birthday.

ARGENTO

I promise I won’t tell but we’re gonna use it to help save Noemi and the others.

(She kisses her forehead)

CUT TO: EDITH’S HOUSE. EDEN

The device given to BERRY had begun to beep. Reacting immediately he created his physical form.

BERRY

I’m coming, you guys!

LOCATION: EDITH’S HOME

Running out of the enormous greenhouse, The Eternity had landed in front of EDITH’S Home. BERRY stood waiting and ARGENTO & PERIWINKLE had flown in ready to board.

BERRY

Argento! Peri! I got the signal.

ARGENTO

We did too!

PERIWINKLE

Let’s save them!

The door had opened and ENOCH was standing ready.

ENOCH

All aboard!

CUT TO: THE ETERNITY. THE BRIDGE.

ENOCH leads the B Team to the bridge.

ENOCH

I have protective armor ready for Argento and Periwinkle. Berry, I presume as the king of the dryads... you already have armor in mind.

BERRY

Yes, I do!

His arms spread out and fists clenched. His physical body changed into wood-like armor. Intricate in design and blended with the nature aspect.

ENOCH

Impressive.

Suit Up:

PERIWINKLE wears a dress-like armor. Composed of a simple pink breastplate joined to a collar made of feathers that ring around her neck and a crown that protrude like horns from her head. A beautiful, white skirt up to her knees.

PERIWINKLE

I’M A FAIRY PRINCESS WARRIOR!

ARGENTO dons a black dress with a white stripe running down the center and across the collarbones with the Talisman of Acheron hanging along with her neck. A scarf wrapped around the waist and draped over long, white leggings.

ARGENTO

I look so badass!

Now ready for their mission to save the team of heroes. The Eternity had taken off immediately and zoomed straight for space. ENOCH was in the captain’s seat, while the rest of the B Team were in the back seats.

CUT TO: INT. THE DOWNWARD. THE PRISON.

JUSTIN had simply sat down and waited patiently. Meanwhile EDITH, NOEMI, and VIOLET stand around chatting.

EDITH

We have to wait for the others.

VIOLET

Wait?! We can’t! The longer we're here, we’re letting Liberius and his army get ready to take over the kingdom then the world.

NOEMI

Why is Justin just sitting and meditating?!

EDITH

He’s waiting for The B Team if ever we landed in a trap. He had distress devices to alert others that we need help.

VIOLET

We can’t wait any longer.

Clenching her she tries to make a fist of ice, but the heat of The Downward has weakened her and melted away the fist. Feeling dizzy, EDITH catches her from falling.

EDITH

Honey, you can’t use your magic. It’s too hot here.

VIOLET

I have to try Sweetie.

EDITH

You’ll overexert yourself, just calm down.

CUT TO: THE DOWNWARD - THE CAVE

The Eternity enters through the portal to the pocket dimension. The B Team, now armed with their charms of magic and weapons we’re ready to fight. ENOCH stayed behind on the ship while, ARGENTO, NOEMI, and BERRY went out into the Downward.

CUT TO: THE DOWNWARD - THE THRONE

LIBERIUS had looked upon his rising ranks of Fire Demon Soldiers.

LIBERIUS

Ooh, I love this so much! Once that little kingdom falls... I’ll take on the Fates and then the world!

He looked over to the prison as the Warriors and the Hero could only sit around and watch. He smiled with such glee,

LIBERIUS (Cont’d)

GUARDS! Bring me the prisoners! Let’s have an old fashion execution!

A Fire Demon Guard had nodded to his request.

CUT TO: THE DOWNWARD - THE PRISON

The Fire Demon Guards, drag JUSTIN, EDITH, NOEMI, & VIOLET out of the prison. They are brought back to the throne.

CUT TO: THE THRONE.

Thrown on their knees, they look at LIBERIUS.

LIBERIUS

Good to see you all again, children.

EDITH

What do you want?!

LIBERIUS gave her a certain look, as he was intrigued by her feisty remark. Getting up close near her face, he smiled as creepy as it was.

LIBERIUS

What I want was a good old fashioned execution. But I HAVE HAD (He screamed in her face) an amazing idea! (His voice went back to normal)

(He trotted back to his throne and grabbed the Creation thread.)

You see... I’ve seen your story, Savior! How you wanted to be an o so gardener at home. How you never wanted to be a slave to the Fates prophecy! Yet you... after defeating the Black Beast, The Shadow Goddess Neydolya! Everything’s that has happened to you. Look where it led you... to this very moment.

EDITH

What’s your point?!

LIBERIUS

THE POINT! Is... I loved your story... so very very much. But I do love the fact that every story. Well, not every story... but the classics always have a hero against a villain. The Savior against... The Darkness... (He laughs creepily) But I do love heroes along with their VILLIANS.

(He stood from his throne, with the Creation Thread in hand)

But in your case, I loved... The Black Beast. (He said slowly)

JUSTIN had realized his plan.

JUSTIN

No! No don’t you dare!

LIBERIUS

SILENCE THE ALIEN BOY!

A Fire Demon covers his mouth, only spouting muffled noises. LIBERIUS had pulled from the small spool of the Creation Thread.

LIBERIUS

And what better way to have an amazing story... by combing my two favorite characters together?

EDITH shocked by his plan, she tries to break free from her bonds but it was no use. The thread he cut, had dropped to the ground, blackening and what was created as a black ooze. Forming a humanoid form taking on the appearance of EDITH but a darker version created from the very essence of the Black Beast.

LIBERIUS

Meet your opposite, The Dark Savior? Hmm no, The Destroyer. The opposite of saving is to destroy or kill. Sounds perfect. Destroyer?

DESTROYER

Yes, Lord Liberius?

He jumped for joy as the being was at his command.

LIBERIUS

Destroyer, stand by my side near the throne.

DESTROYER

Yes, my lord.

The DESTROYER from the kneeled position stands and makes her way

EDITH

You can’t do this!

LIBERIUS

Oh but I did, Savior. I’ll take over your little world because of what the Fates did to me. I’m writing this story while your gods cower behind the veil of their realm and no one... no one will stop me. Not even you, but I have a copy of you at my side.

(He looks toward JUSTIN)

Then when I find your ship... I will take on the multiverse.

JUSTIN

How do you know?!

LIBERIUS

How do I know what? You? The multiverse? Well, I suppose you do deserve an answer... what do you know of The Malestrom Cathedral?

JUSTIN’s heart sank... his eyes widened in great fear.

JUSTIN No! That’s impossible, they were destroyed.

LIBERUS

By you, no doubt, but one survived and found his way here after you.

EDITH

Justin?

JUSTIN

Chaos Lords... they took pleasure out of creating chaos and they’re pure evil.

LIBERUS

Now... let’s get the execution started! GUARDS!

Four Fire Demons grabbed the Warriors and The Hero. Making them all stand.

LIBERIUS (Cont’d)

Let them burn where they stand. At my ready!

The four Fire Demons that stood at a distance, raising their arms and opening their palms.

JUSTIN

Hey! Any we get any last words?

LIBERIUS

Of course, I am not a cruel man, get your affairs in order.

JUSTIN

Edith, thank you. I’m glad to have met you, another hero of another universe. Noemi, I’m glad you’ve become stronger and found happiness. Violet, you are a great warrior.

EDITH

Justin, you are a great hero and a great friend. Noemi, you were always a big brother to me. Violet, my love... I love you forever and ever.

The B Team had rushed in!

The FIGHT:

BERRY with his arm stretched and hand turned into a gigantic wooden shield. They were all running together, with ARGENTO and PERIWINKLE beside him. They battered and rammed away the Fire Demon Soldiers. ARGENTO’S wings unfurl and she flies into the air.

The Talisman of Acheron glows that dark and mystic green. Her eyes glow the same color and the aura summoned to her hands. She fires necro blasts at the Fire Demons soldiers. PERIWINKLE joins her in the air, her wings made of her magic, her wand in hand. With a simple twirl, a tornado is summoned from The Downward’s winds.

The heat of the wave caused a fiery tornado to come true.

PERIWINKLE

LET GO OF MY FRIENDS YOU ASSHOLES!

ARGENTO & NOEMI

PERI!

PERIWINKLE

Sorry!

BERRY grows a branch and breaks it off as it became a sword. The oncoming Fire Demon Soldiers attacked him but quickly and furiously. He took them down one by one, then sprouting sharp thorns and firing at the oncoming wave.

LIBERIUS laughs then snaps his fingers. The DESTROYER moves quickly toward BERRY, tackling him to the ground. Looking toward ARGENTO & PERIWINKLE, her eyes turned bright red and fire came from her hand. Throwing the ball of fire at ARGENTO knocking out of the sky. PERIWINKLE dodge her second fireball and kept up the fight. She was too quick in the air, sending a swirling blast of air, her form made of thick black ooze.

It knocked her back and turned into bits of the black ooze. She lands and creates the ground blast of air knocked several Fire Demon soldiers on the ground. LIBERIUS suddenly teleported in his hellfire, behind her and grabbed ahold of PERIWINKLE’S collar. Grabbing her wand, immediately.

LIBERIUS

That’s enough from you little caster!

She throws her on the ground and a Fire Demon bounds her hands. A hut ARGENTO & BERRY are brought in by other soldiers.

LIBERIUS looks toward JUSTIN

LIBERIUS

If that was your feeble attempt for back up! Then you have most certainly failed! Say goodbye to your friends! One last time! START THE EXECUTION!

The Fire Demon Soldiers ready their arms, palms open, fire burning in their hands.

LIBERIUS

(Standing together now. They close their eyes to meet their fate. Except for JUSTIN who was smiling.)

2! 1!

They fire their magics at the heroes, burning them instantly.

BUT!

As their eyes were closed, except JUSTIN there stood two figures. Their hands out absorbing the fire.

The woman in a tight black suit with red accents, with armor on her chest and along her arms. As well as a skirt that curved like a fiery flower.

The man clad in a black suit, complimented in red armor. Covering his chest, arms, and legs. He had a katana and wakizashi along his back. A red mask and hood covered his face.

MAN & WOMAN

Don’t you just love fire?

(They both looked to the heroes that were saved.)

EDITH & VIOLET looked at the girl with such shock. JUSTIN smiled at them both.

VIOLET

Clementine?!

JUSTIN

Well, it’s about time!

RYOTO

Couldn’t just let one of my best friends be burned.

RYOTO slices the stone cuffs around his hands and given him his katana. JUSTIN goes to free EDITH, NOEMI, and VIOLET. Helping up ARGENTO, PERIWINKLE, and BERRY.

LIBERIUS was shocked by the sudden appearance of these two unknown figures.

LIBERIUS

GET THEM!

His army following order, CLEMENTINE & RYOTO draw their swords. Taking down every single one that came at them. Time freezes slowly as JUSTIN snapped his fingers. VIOLET hugged CLEMENTINE instantly,

VIOLET

How? How are you here?

CLEMENTINE

I’ll explain later, I promise Vi.

JUSTIN

We have to go now! I can only hold this for a short amount of time!

RYOTO

Let’s move everyone!

ENOCH (V.O)

I’m coming to you!

The Eternity flew upwards and breaks through the roof of the cave. Racing to the heroes as they run toward the ship. NOEMI, ARGENTO, and PERIWINKLE flew through the air, NOEMI picked up EDITH, ARGENTO picked up VIOLET, and PERIWINKLE grabbed onto BERRY. CLEMENTINE boosted herself like a rocket through the air, propelling herself with her fire magic. JUSTIN & RYOTO had jet power, as JUSTIN pressed a button on his belt activating his jet-powered boots.

RYOTO had a jetpack ready and pressed a button on his wrist, activating the device on his back letting him fly as well. The rooftop of The Eternity opens, allowing all the heroes to enter the Bridge. JUSTIN pressed the button to turn off the jet boots and rushed to the Captain’s Seat.

JUSTIN

ENOCH! GET US OUT OF HERE!

ENOCH (V.O)

Right away, Captain!

The Eternity fires photon blasts at the army and turns immediately back to the entrance portal. The Eternity makes it’s way out, returning to the Earth.

LIBERIUS stood in front of the portal, angry at their escape. He screams in rage,

LIBERIUS

NO!!!

FADE TO BLACK

TBC... In Part 4

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Merry Christmas to @rkxminhee | from @rksxngyeol

The Executioner’s Queen || A HyukHee Royalty AU (Princess x Pirate) ||

There stood a large castle overlooking the sea and the town below. Behind the stone walls, lived a young princess. She was fifth in line to the throne and even that got further and further away from her with every marriage of her siblings. Soon her turn would come, and she would go and live in another castle as the wife of some foreign prince. For now, she was still free to explore the castle as she wished but she wasn’t allowed to go outside. Her brothers stated that it was because she was a free spirit and that life behind the palace walls was safer, but that’s all Minhee ever wanted. She just wanted to go outside the palace walls and explore the village below. Her father tried to keep her in the castle since there had been pirates terrorizing the neighbouring towns and kingdoms and he just wanted to keep her safe for as long as he possibly could. “But I can handle myself!” she would exclaim.

“The pirates are dangerous… especially their captain… “the king stated. Minhee was very hesitant but she listened to what she was told and stayed in the castle.

On the seas during this time, a ship rolled along the waves. The Executioner was a grandiose ship, suitable for the tastes of their captain. Taken from the Royal Navy and redubbed a new name, the galleon sported black sails and a blag flag with the skull and crossbones. Of course, when they were in port, the Executioner looked like a normal merchant vessel because the captain knew how to hide in plain sight and he often encouraged his crew to do the same, but they never did. They stayed on the docks, in the taverns, while their captain made his way into the town and close to the castle. What would the foolish king do when he found out that the dreaded pirate captain gallivanted outside his walls while his crew took pleasure in ransacking the docks? “Captain, when do we sail again?”

“You have a few days. But remember on your best behaviour…I value my neck,” Minhyuk stated looking at an expensive necklace. When the seller turned around, the necklace went into Minhyuk’s jacket and a few coins lay in place. “We keep a low profile while we restock and then we shall set sail again…Relay my orders to everyone else,” he added, walking off into the depths of the town. His first mate nodded and ran back to the docks to relay said command. Minhyuk watched him and hoped that this visit wouldn’t be as uneventful as always.

The young princess finally after so long saw her chance to see the town and escape the palace walls. She would enlist the help of one of her close friends and hopefully he would cover for her. Of course, the brunette male was very hesitant at first but acquiesced to his friend’s request. “Alright, I’ll cover for you. I’m sure I can spin some sort of tale.” he stated, crossing his arms and letting her borrow one of his costumes.

“Thanks, Jongsuk. You’re doing me a great favor!” she exclaimed, getting changed. Jongsuk simply pursed his lips and huffed in an annoyed admiration. “Be safe.” He added. She nodded and ran out the side door used by the servants. It was a rather steep incline down to the town, but she managed down it easily. The incline went down to the market and the princess stood there to admire the hustle and bustle of the market. Everyone was there, selling and buying their goods, and crafts. It was all so fascinating and so new to her. She was glad that she persuaded her actor friend to help her out. Of course, she could have absolutely persuaded him so much earlier, but she was young when her desire to go beyond started. Now that she was older and more mature, she could handle herself with ease and grace.

Everything seemed so nice and shiny at first glance, but she could see the struggles some people had. There were elderly people trying to support themselves, but thieves would just steal everything. The royal guards patrolling very street. Wanted posters for criminals graced the empty spaces where should have been a beautiful mural of some sort. Minhee hadn’t realized that this was so bad. She wondered if her parents or siblings ever left the castle. Surely, they did, and surely, they knew.

As she wandered the market, she heard snippets of conversations. However, she had zoned out in her wanderings and didn’t realize that she had run into some bad people. She looked up and went to apologize, as one would, but the leader, a big burly man with an eyepatch and knives all over his body, grasped her wrist and brought her close. “Look fellas. A pretty bird fell into our trap.”

“haha, what should we do with her, boss?”

“What we always do. Kid-”

“Let me go! I demand you release me at once,” Minhee exclaimed, placing a well aimed kick towards her captor. She began attempting to wriggle out of the grasp, but even the kick didn’t seem to phase the big leader who simply held on tighter. “Ah…” he began, wincing in pain from the kick, “she’s a feisty one.”

Minhee kept struggling and kicking, since she figured might as well delay them the satisfaction and even with all the noise she was making, she hoped that the guards would come, and recognize her and save her. But alas, her savior came before the guards with the sound of a pistol getting cocked. “The lady said to let her go. I won’t hesitate to blow your stupid brains out,” she heard and blinked in shock. That was rather macabre. The big burly captor turned with her in still his grasp. He laughed. “Who are you to tell me what to do, boy?”

“I’m the man who currently holds a gun to your head. Now, shall we play a game? There are three bullets, five spaces. Is it empty or a bullet?” he said. Minhee took this chance of banter to analyze her supposed savior. He was tall, brunette and very handsome. She almost would have mistaken him for royalty, was it not for the many braces adorning his wrists and the dual swords peeking out from the jacket.

“How dare you attempt to play games with me?!”

Her blonde savior leaned close to the thief leader and whispered something that made all the color drain from the other’s face. Minhee wanted to know but she hadn’t had the time to ask, when she was rudely let go of and her captors ran away. Before she could fall back from the sheer effort of the push, she was caught by the brunette savior. “Are you okay?” he asked.

She nodded. “Yeah. I should thank you for coming in when you did,” she said. “May I at least have your name?”

“Yeah. I’m Minhyuk.” He stated, grinning at her, setting her on her feet. “I’m glad that they didn’t hurt you too bad. The town is a bad place as of late for a noble lady like yourself. There’s pirates and thieves and murderers….” He said, trailing off. Minhee took a deep breath and she straightened up. “I could have handled them,”

“I did see your kicks. Well placed. Good technique,” Minhyuk laughed, in agreement with her. Minhee fell into step with him as he continued his walk through the market. “So, what do you do, Minhyuk?” she asked.

“I sail. Come into port to restock and then off to the seas again. I could have stayed home as a kid, but nah, the sea called me, and I just took the chance, hopped on a ship and never looked back.” He said, with a proud tone to his voice. Minhee wanted to know how that felt.

“Was it easy?” she asked.

“No. It wasn’t. My parents weren’t very into the idea. And leaving the comforts I had grown up with…well, that was the hardest adjustment. But it’s been a few years and I have no regret.”

“I wish I could do that,” Minhee started, hiding more in her coat. “But I’m not even sure where I would even go or start,” she stated. Minhyuk stopped and looked at her. “Come with me, then. My captain will be good to you and I’m sure the crew will love you as well.” He said, holding her hand. She pulled it back and shook her head. “I can’t.”

“If you change your mind, we sail the day after tomorrow. And then we’ll probably come back in a few months.” He stated. “The offer is always open.” They talked for hours on end after that and Minhyuk found himself falling for the girl he saved but god, how to tell her without ruining everything.

At this point in the conversation, Minhee had realized that it was getting late and she had to rush back. She bid her farewell to Minhyuk who demanded to know her name. “It’s Minhee!” she exclaimed. At her reveal, Minhyuk’s eyes went wide as he realized that he had just been walking with the princess. He made it a point of knowing all the nobles and royal families in the area since he was often on the seas. He went back to the ship to check on the status of the restock. They could probably set sail almost right away, but he had promised his crew a few days, so they would sail in a few and he may dream and wish that the princess he met would join, although that was highly improbable. He settled in his quarters, feeling safe on the slight rocking of the ship.

How had she fooled him? He could have kidnapped her himself but that wasn’t his way. He gazed towards the castle with a smile. Had she known everything? Would she come?

Meanwhile, Minhee had rushed back to the castle through the same way that she had left it, meeting Jongsuk at the door. “You were gone a while.” He just said.

“Well, I explored a bit and met someone. He seemed nice and invited me to sail away with him.” She stated, grinning at her friend.

“And?”

“I can’t. I have responsibilities, a life and family!” she exclaimed, aghast that her friend would even suggest such a thing. Sure, Minhee found the other man attractive and charming, but to run away, that wouldn’t be too good. Her father expected things of her and she had to adhere to her social norms. She just couldn’t run away willingly. “I think it’s all rather romantic,” her friend voiced as she got changed back into her formal dress behind a screen.

“Well, you would!” she laughed.

Jongsuk took the disguise dress from her. “I’m sure you have time still to be wild and free, and I think someone asking you to run away with them is terribly romantic. It’s like Romeo and Juliet without all the death,” he stated, teasing her. Minhee blushed and sighed.

“I’m a princess. Can’t do anything about that,” she stated. Jongsuk clicked his tongue and left her to her thoughts. Her friend did have a point. It was terribly romantic, but she just couldn’t run away with someone she barely knew. That simply how it wasn’t done.

The next two days passed without incident. Minhee stayed inside the castle and studied more and Minhyuk plotted a new course. Maybe he’d go south for a change. Minhee studied more and often got lost in her thoughts staring out the window.

“We’re ready to set sail, Captain.” Minhyuk nodded and exited the captain’s quarters. He looked back to the dock, awaiting the princess for a moment. “She’s not coming, is she?” he asked, almost sad. His first mate shook his head. Minhyuk headed up to the helm and began barking commands. “HOIST THE ANCHOR! RAISE THE SAILS!” he exclaimed. The crew immediately took to commands. “Where are we going, Captain?”

“South. Maybe we’ll come back…” he stated, looking at the compass and taking his spot at the helm. Navigating the ship with ease out of port. The black flag went up. “Let’s go do what we do best…” he stated. Maybe it will help his heart as well, since what chance did he ever have with a princess? After all, he was just a pirate.

Minhee almost left the castle that day. She almost came to the docks. Almost. Everything went against her that day though. Her maid slept in. Her governess demanded that she make up for missed classes of languages and history. Her father insisted that she stay in for her safety. But Minhee almost ran away. Almost followed the stranger to the seas. Almost gave up everything.

Maybe it could have been more.

If only they had more time. If only they met in different circumstances. She was a princess and to her knowledge, he was a sailor. The king would never approve. An advantageous alliance it was not. That was all she was meant for, she had realized.

She had almost become a queen, unknown to her. If only she had come.

#rkxminhee #christmas 2019

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ourhappylies · 6 years

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Reggie Mantle Fluffy Alphabet (Riverdale)

Author: Cherry🍒 Requested: Anonymous. (I’m so sorry for how long this took!)

A = Attractive. What do they find attractive about the other?

Reggie finds your wit, sarcasm and sassiness to be attractive. He loves it when you get feisty and fight back to anyone and everyone who deserves it.

B = Baby. Do they want a family? Why/Why not?

Reggie isn’t a particularly large fan of children so he's never had the desire to have his own. As Reggie grows older and mature, he’d start to grow fond of having a child.

C = Cuddle. How do they cuddle?

Reggie likes to pull you close and sometimes lay on top of you a little bit. He’ll nuzzle his head into your neck, tickling you a wee bit.

D = Dates. What are dates with them like?

Reggie wants to make you happy so he’ll take you wherever you want to go. If you want to go to a fancy restaurant, consider it done. Or if you want to chill at the library and read together, he’s down for it. Your happiness is his happiness. But, Reggie loves to invite you over to his house and he’ll try cooking dinner for you. Try. It usually doesn’t work out very well and the fire alarm starts beeping quite often but it always makes the both of you laugh. The nights will normally end with takeaways and old movies.

E = Everything. You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)

“Y/N, you’re my whole world,” Reggie sighed against your neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent of your perfume. “I refuse to lose you.”

F = Feelings. When did they know they were falling in love?

Reggie knew you were special from the first moment he laid eyes on you so it was no surprise to him when he realised he was falling in love. He knew when he didn’t want to be the guy who “got around” or “could have any girl he wants”. He wanted to be with you forever and never risk losing you.

G = Gentle. Are they gentle? If so, how?

Reggie treats you perfectly, he’s never too rough but he’s also not overly gentle. He knows how to put passion into everything, especially when he’s kissing you. Reggie also loves to leave hickeys littered all over your body.

H = Holding Hands. How do they like to hold hands?

Reggie's warm hand engulfs your own when he holds hands with you. He’ll give your hand a light squeeze every now and then, especially when he wants your attention.

I = Impression. First impression/s?

Reggie was gob-smacked when he first met you. He was consumed with intrigue when he first saw you. He heard you chatting with one of your friends, the witty comments you made entertained him from where he stood. He watched the way your eyes glimmered and your hair shined in the bright sunlight. He introduced himself first chance he got.

J = Joker. Are they into pulling pranks?

Reggie loves to joke around and pull a few pranks here and there. He would never take it too far to the point where you or anyone else gets hurt. But he does love to have a good laugh, especially if you’re in on the joke.

K = Kiss. How do they kiss?

Reggie knows what he’s doing when he kisses. He’s passionate and intense. He’ll leave you breathless and be wanting to pull him in again. But, Reggie will also kiss you lovingly to show you how he feels.

L = Love. Who says ‘I love you’ first?

Reggie did when he was half asleep. He was staying the night over at your house. He felt you lay down next to him and press a gentle kiss to his smooth cheek. That’s when the words slipped out unintentionally and woke him up from his sleepy state. Reggie was about to try and cover it up when you said “I love you too” back to him, calming his nerves immediately.

M = Memory. What’s their favourite memory together?

Your laugh bounced off the surfaces of the kitchen as you walked in and saw the state of the room. All sorts of food and liquid covered the benches and the tiled floors, there was even some on the walls and ceiling.

Reggie looked up at you from next to the sink, he had a white powder covering a majority of his face and in his hair. He wore a similar expression to that of a kicked puppy. Reggie looked around the room, taking in the sight of it and he rolled his eyes. It was your six month anniversary and he had wanted to cook you your favourite food… except that’s not what happened.

“Oh, Reggie…” you giggled as you navigated your way around the messy kitchen. “Let me help you clean this… mess.”

Reggie sighed deeply, “I’m sorry, Dollface. I… tried to cook for you but fucked it up, dammit.”

“It’s okay, Reggie! Let’s clean and get something delivered, okay?” The feeling of your soft lips colliding with his calmed the stress he felt from cooking.

An hour later, you were tucked up against him, nibbling on the takeaway and laughing at a silly comedy. The evening was still perfect to him despite his failed attempts at impressing you with his cooking abilities.

Reggie realised at this moment that everything would work out perfectly, especially when it came to you. Even such a simple evening could become the best memory he had with you.

N = Nickel. Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?

Reggie will buy you whatever you want, within reason. He treats you like his princess but he’s also not made of money. He loves to shower you with gifts and make you feel like a million bucks without making himself broke.

O = Orange. What colour reminds them of their other half?

Dark blue. Reggie lets you wear his sports letterman jacket whenever you feel like it. Since you started doing so, he always thinks of you when he sees the jacket and a dark blue.

P = Petnames. What petnames do they use?

It’s no secret that Reggie is a big flirt, he’ll call you by all sorts of names that range from sweet and cute to flirty and suggestive; “Baby”, “My love”, “Kitten”, “Sweet Cheeks”, “Princess”, “Foxy”, and “Dollface”.

Q = Quaint. What is their favourite non-modern thing?

Reggie owns and loves an antique leather jacket that he found one say as he was passing an Op Shop. He saw it and purchased it immediately.

R = Rainy Day. What do they like to do on a rainy day?

Reggie likes to watch horror movies. He thinks a rainy day sets the perfect mood for a horror movie, especially if there are some thunder and lightning too. Reggie will enjoy the feeling of you cuddling up to him at every jump scare and at terrifying scenes. Reggie likes to watch old horror movies that aren’t particularly scary.

S = Sad. How do they cheer themselves/others up?

Reggie will never admit that he’s feeling sad but it’s obvious to you just from observing his behaviour. His once boisterous and lively attitude becomes sullen and cheerless. Reggie will watch your favourite TV show with you. He’ll usually watch your reactions to the show and that always cheers him up. Your excitement and happiness when seeing the characters appear always helps to ease his worries and sadness, even if it’s just for a little while.

T = Talking. What do they like to talk about?

Reggie loves to talk about his sports and any upcoming games/matches. He likes to brag and show off to you, he also knows how proud of him you are when he tells you how good he’s doing. Reggie also likes to talk about your hobbies and he encourages you to embrace them more just like how he embraced his.

U = Unencumbered. What helps them relax?

Reggie always finds that a massage from you relaxes him. Despite his cool and charming exterior, he gets very stressed and tense. He’ll ask you to give him a massage every now and then to work out the stress and this always helps him to feel relaxed.

V = Vaunt. What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?

His physique. He’s a cocky teenage boy who is in peak physical condition so he obvs loves to show off how ripped he is. Reggie always feels a bit cockier when he notices you checking him out. He’ll flex a more and send a wink your way just so he can see you blush.

W = Wedding. When, how, where do they propose?

Reggie proposed to you at Pops. He ordered your favourite shake and gave Pop the ring when you weren’t looking. Pop places the kind around the straw and rested it against the top of the glass so it wouldn’t fall in. As he placed it on the table in front of you, Reggie watched as your eyes widened in shock and excitement.

Reggie grabbed your hand and stared deeply into your eyes as he asked if you would make him the happiest man to exist.

X = Xylophone. What’s their song?

‘Do I Wanna Know?’ by Arctic Monkeys. Reggie likes the rhythm, lyrics and pretty much everything about this song. It’s his go-to song for Karaoke.

Y = You. You are the ___ to my ___ (e.g. the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

“You, Y/N, are the lolly to my pop,” Reggie grabs at the lollypop from between your lips and sticking it in his mouth and darting off before you can scold him.

Z = Zebra. If they wanted a pet, what would they get?

Reggie would get a Guppy. He loves the look of the tropical fish and he thinks it would suit his home nicely.

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built-from-nothing · 6 years

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Young and Menace

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Words: 1,840

Warnings: None that I can think of...

A/N: Hopefully the first part of many. Thinking this will span over 5-6 chapters. Had a peculiar time writing this one and would love to know what you think! Love you guys!

Your muscles relax as the hot water pours down your back, washing away the day's activities. No matter how stressful a day may have been, a warm shower always cleansed and renewed your body.

Being raised a hunter guaranteed every day to be bloody and awful, instilling the need for a good shower early on.

Three years have passed since you left your mother to hunt on your own. She had tried to convince you to stop hunting and have a normal life, but you knew better. No one gets out of this life alive.

So one night, you packed your bags and left to travel the midwest working cases. Hunting was all you knew how to do, and god be damned you were good at it. You weren't going to let anyone tell you what was best for your life.

You relish the last few moments of the warm water on your skin, before stepping out and changing into pajamas. The case had proven to be easier than expected: a textbook salt and burn.

Tired from a full day of research, you flop down onto the cheap motel mattress hoping to get a few hours of sleep before heading out to burn the bones.

You nuzzle your head into the pillow, the smell of must and semen filling your nose as you drift off to sleep. God, you hated motels.

You startle awake as the alarm clock blares through the small motel room. You lumber to get dressed, your body stiff from the terrible mattress. You throw on a pair of jeans and an AC/DC t-shirt, pack what little belongings you have, and make your way to the graveyard.

The moon illuminates the sky as you stare at the grave, shovel in hand. Your shoulder muscles tighten at the task ahead. Spirits may be easier cases to undertake, but man did the digging suck ass.

Hours later, your upper arms ablaze, you slam the shovel through the earth, a loud clunk echoing from the ground. Bingo! You quickly shovel the remaining dirt away and pry open the coffin lid.

"Sayonara asshat," you spit, dumping salt and gasoline into the coffin. You light the bones and turn to leave when you see two men walking towards you.

Fuck.

How do you explain salting and burning a man who's been dead for 80 years? You rack your brain for escape plans coming up empty-handed.

"Well Sammy, looks like our job here is done," says a man with sandy blonde hair. "What's a fine lady like yourself doing in a ditch like this?" His gaze cruises your figure, eyes lingering on your chest.

"Dean now is not the time," the taller one, Sammy, starts. You scoff and roll your eyes at their bickering.

"Apparently, doing your job, and might I add in a much more timely manner. Now excuse me, I have a dead man to bury."

You turn back around and begin to shovel the dirt back into the ditch. Dean leaves in a huff, mumbling something about feisty female hunters.

"Here, let me do this," Sammy says, taking the shovel from your hands. "Sorry about my brother Dean. He can be," he shakes his head in disapproval thinking of how to finish the statement, "quite the handful."

"Yeah, I got that," you say. Grateful for the break, you cross your arms and sit down. "So Sammy, I take it you two are hunters?"

"It's Sam, but yeah. And you are?"

"Y/N, born and raised hunter."

He finishes filling the hole and turns to you. "And you're here by yourself?" he asks, the concern flashing in his eyes showing he’s expectant of the answer.

"I've been hunting alone for several years now, it's not a big deal." You avert your gaze, memories of hunting with your mother surfacing.

Sensing your unease, Sam quickly chirps, "Why don't you stay with us? You look like you could use the rest, and it's not safe to hunt alone." Startled by his hospitable nature, you stare with your mouth agape.

"I-I don't want to be a burden. I'm fine on my own, really." He reaches a hand down to help you up.

"It's not a big deal, really," he says his tone mimicking yours. You stare at his outstretched hand for a moment weighing your options.

"A few days then I'm gone," you state, and accept the help up, the grappling of hands like a binding contract. You grab your bag from the car you hotwired and walk over to their ride.

Dean leans against the side of a 1967 black Chevy Impala, his arms crossed. Never have you seen a more beautiful piece of American craftsmanship. Dean's not that bad looking either. You run your hand along the tail of the automobile, awestruck.

"Y/N is going to stay with us a few days," Sam says before sitting in the passenger seat. Dean begins to protest but is quickly shut down by Sam upon entering the vehicle.

A few moments pass as you continue to admire the Impala, the black metal cool on your fingertips.

"Hey princess, I know she's a beauty, but let's go," Dean hollers.

Startled from your trance, you hop in the back seat and lie down, the aches from today's hunt beginning to creep in. You close your eyes and listen to the radio as Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap rumbles through the cab.

You look up to the rearview mirror and meet Dean's gaze. A smile tugs at the corner of your mouth at his choice of music, eliciting a subtle wink from him.

You relax back into the seat and begin to doze off. Guess he wasn't only staring at your breasts after all.

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You pull up outside an abandoned building clad with ivy, the entrance a circular tunnel cut into the hillside. You exit the Impala and walk behind the boys through the door.

"So this is the bunker," Sam says gesturing around. You blink owlishly taking in the vastness of their home.

Most hunters work motel to motel with the occasional one having a permanent place of residence, but this? A warehouse dedicated solely to killing monsters, a hunting palace.

"Wow," you whisper.

"Don't get too attached sweetheart. It's only for a few days." Dean retorts as he descends the stairs. Sam shoots him a bitch-face, sighing.

"C'mon, I'll show you to your room." Sam gives you a tour of the bunker ending at your room. You throw your bags down and sit at the edge of the bed.

"I'm going to go grab some food is there anything in particular you want?" Your stomach grumbles at the thought of food. So caught up in working the case, eating must have slipped your mind.

"Something salty and slathered in grease, please" you reply. He nods and turns to leave, a smirk inching at his mouth. As he turns the corner, the most brilliant idea pops into your mind.

"Oh, and Sam?" He leans back into view awaiting your question.

"Pie. Lots and lots of pie." He shakes his head and smiles, mumbling about dealing with two Deans as he walks down the hallway.

You lay back and sprawl out on the bed. Your bed. Bouncing around from motel to motel since you were born didn't make for the best childhood.

You never had a room to yourself with an inviting bed to curl up in after a long day; a family to take care of you even when you didn't know you needed it. A home.

Knowing the one thing that could make this day a thousand times better, you get up to take a shower.

Once clean and relaxed, you wrap yourself in a towel and step out onto the ceramic floor. You gaze into the mirror and examine your hair. Sammy's shampoo really worked wonders on your split ends.

You reach to grab your clothes, and your hand presses against the porcelain top of the toilet, no sign of your pajamas.

Overwhelmed by all that had transpired within the last six hours, you forgot to take clean clothes with you to the bathroom.

Sighing, you tighten the towel around your body and peer into the hallway. When the coast is clear, you speed to your room and in your haste forget to close the door completely.

Having turned the corner shortly after you sprinted to your room, Dean follows the commotion curious. He approaches your room to check that everything is alright, and steps into the doorway to find you dressing.

Your back turned, you slip on an oversized shirt over a pair of black panties. Every fiber of his being yells at him to turn away, that he is not meant to see this, but he continues to stare studying every inch of your body.

You bend over exposing a glimpse of your panty clad cheeks and pick the towel off the floor.

Dean swallows hard, his heart quickening at the sight of you scantily dressed, and softly knocks on the door not wanting to be caught peeping.

"I uh, y-you were," he clears his throat before finishing, "food's here."

"I'll be right out," you giggle at his momentary speechlessness.

He briskly turns to leave and whaps his head against the door jam, grasping the bridge of his nose in pain.

"Oh my god, are you alright?" You rush to his side to inspect the damage, a small bruise forming between his eyes.

"Nothing I haven't felt before sweet cheeks," he says placing a hand on your bare thigh. "I'll be fine."

Your body temperatures rises, a blush sneaking its way up your neck. You can not be developing a crush on Dean Winchester: playboy extraordinaire. You scrunch your eyes in an attempt to drive your excitement down. Nope, not going to happen.

"We should go eat now before it gets cold," you say, the words stumbling out of your mouth. He grumbles affirmatively retracting his hand, and you head to the map room.

Sam stands near the table pulling burgers, fries, and beer out of a bag. "Dean, what happened to your-?" Sam asks pointing to his nose.

"What?" Dean quickly retorts cutting Sam off. "Never fought with a door before, Sammy?"

Sam drops it and continues passing out the food. You grin widely and dig into a burger, savoring the juicy flavor.

"So good," you moan, your words muddled from your full mouth. "Please tell me you remembered the pie," you tell Sam, skepticism lacing your words.

"Yes Y/n, I remembered the pie,” Sam snaps and slides the desert across the table glaring. Dean snickers half deep in his burger.

"I also think I found a case" Sam adds. Dean stiffens and sets his burger down, one heavy brow slanted in disapproval. "There've been numerous missing persons reports not too far from here and-"

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go," you interject, eyes wide.

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