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gay-dorito-dust · 2 years

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Well for a part two I was thinking it could happen a few years later or something like that. Daemon and reader are married, she is pregnant but she doesn't know that yet. I was thinking it would be sweet for Daemon to figure that out. Maybe Caraxes gets extremely overprotective of reader. They could have a small argument wholr caring for Caraxes and it would turn in the dragon growling at Daemon when he would rise his voice at the reader. It all becomes real when she faints one morning after getting out of bed so Daemon calls the maesters and they confirm that she's pregnant. and maybe the moment of the birth, Daemon holding his first child and getting to place a dragon egg inside the crib. Just general sweetness. I would be very pleased if you'd like to write this ! If not it's perfectly fine ! Thank you !

I love your brain! It’s filled with fascinating ideas. Also I love protective Caraxes. It’s just perfect.

Newsflash: I’m shit at writing birth scenes cuz I’ve never done it by I tried my best despite some possible inaccuracies.

Reader is female per request. Just letting ppl know beforehand before I forget.

Here’s part 1 for those who haven’t read it.

Your love for your Daemon has often left you blindsided to his darker impulses that you had soon became repulsed by your sudden faux ignorance to his crimes you’ve long kept silent about. Yet you found yourself still in love with him as the day you understood the word and shown said love in a multitude of ways that you probably shouldn’t have; so when news of Rhea Royce -Daemon’s bronze bitch of a Lady wife before you- having passed away on a hunting trip, the cause having that been of her horse being frightened by some means, crushing and as an result paralysing the poor woman. Those minor details didn’t catch your eye but what was added onto it oh most definitely did; apparently it was said that her head had been caved in and along with the apt timing of Daemon’s visitation at the Vale almost corresponded perfectly to the time of Rhea Royce’s death also too perfectly to be ignored by the public.

It fell together so seamlessly that it was no longer thought to be an outlandish accusation to assume that Daemon Targaryen, your husband, had killed Rhea Royce out of cold blood. You found yourself at a loss for words, torn between creating a false narrative to save face and protect Daemon’s ‘innocence’ and going mad within your denial of the truth presented before you as clear as day. It was obvious that to live someone was one thing but to defend their unjust cruelty towards others was another. Maegor was called ‘the cruel’ for good reason, given the how history written him to be; as it seemed history held an eternal grudge against house Targaryen and was willing to bury those who bore the name as repercussions for the wars they’ve waged and the homes, families and kingdoms that now laid to ruins because of them. It was only a matter of time before Daemon received similar treatment long after his passing, have his history written through venomous words and accounts from those who only ever spoke ill of him in life and death. It was also a matter of time before history treated you just as equally horrid as it would Daemon, Rhaenyra and Viserys.

Unfortunately you knew that many of the cousin members and even the king would already be privy to whom the most likely culprit was, given how eagerly Daemon was of disgracing Rhea’s name and insulting her beauty by claiming that the sheep of the Vale were prettier then her in front of an audience. You also knew that you’d sooner be caught in the crossfire unwillingly as a means of tarnishing your name along with his for keeping dark secrets concerning the kings brother for as long as you have in hopes of toppling you both and be done with it once and for all. No matter how much you wished to fight by Daemon’s side you have found yourself unable in your current state as of late; you know naught of how or when it came about but it is believed that it had started the first morning after you and Daemon consummated the marriage. Only then did it seem to linger longer then you had hoped days prior and have yet to speak a word of it to Daemon never less the Maesters but that could wait as there were more pressing matters to confront your beloved on firstly.

“Is it true?” Daemon’s ear picked up at your voice as he lowered himself from Caraxes back, “my spouse, you look as radiant as ev-“ “silence your silver tongue husband and answer me, is it true?” You cut him off venomously, not particularly in the mood for his honeyed words. “Why don’t you cease speaking in riddles and tell me what ales you so much to bare the vipers venom on your words.” Daemon began to hate the fact that slowly and surely enough your eyes were beginning to open and see him for whom the seven kingdoms truly saw him as. No longer were you carefree kids anymore and sooner or later uncomfortable realisations would have inevitably been made. Yet Daemon didn’t think that they’d poisoned your mind so quickly as they have and for which he would have their tongues for so they would never speak a word within your presence to doubt his character ever again; because to Daemon you were merely voicing the accusations that the kingdom have made against him, that it was the Seven kingdoms and his own brother that were forcing you into thinking him, your beloved, a villain in means of causing a rift between you too.

Daemon has fought tooth and nail to have you and he wasn’t planning on letting you slip over to their side so easily. Yet when the words flew from your lips and into his skin, Daemon could feel the prickling feeling of ice flooding his once fiery veins. “That you killed Rhea Royce as a means of selfishly securing yourself of the royalties of Runestone.” The air between you felt as though at a boiling pit and a subzero zone simultaneously as it only became increasingly difficult to breath in either conditions. Caraxes seemed to physically stiffen at your words as his eyes shifted from you to the back of Daemon’s head who’s silence didn’t help his case nor hinder; feeling as though you were in danger the Blood Wrym moved to shield you until he practically eclipsed the entrance to the cavern like stable of his. No matter how good natured his actions may have been they didn’t simmer the unease within your chest when Daemon looked at you like a stranger.

“Your believing them too now?“ he says eerily, lingering in the air to further build upon the unsettling feeling within your stomach as everything within you screamed, urged you to run from the one person who sworn to keep you safe since a young age. So when you didn’t and his hand laid upon your cheek felt as cold as ice as your breath hitched at the contact and instinctively pulled yourself away from his grasp and in the the broad front of Caraxes who towered over you silently in thought. “They’re poisoning your mind my beloved, they’ll say anything to cause conflict between use because they are jealous that what we have is real in comparison to them. We made our own choice whilst they did not in they wanted to spend their putrid lives with; they want to see us fight, the want to see us collapse so they may move in and claim whatever they want as their own. What evidence do they even hold over me to stake their claim?” Daemon’s eyes searched your tearful ones only to find that deep down you were at war with your heart. “Your visitation to the Vale is enough evidence, you snide comments is enough evidence, your eagerness to bed another whilst still in relations with her is enough evidence to be made against you Daemon. They have everything you have ever said against Rhea Royce and had it engraved in their memory for moments like this. Your carelessness has brought about your own end my beloved and in due time everyone will know. If they don’t already.”

You felt yourself fighting hard to remain able to withhold your ground during your squabble as your consciousness wavered in and out of focus as Daemon’s words only sounded muffled in your ears as though you’ve been held underwater; yet it didn’t take a fool to not notice the enraged look upon his face as he closed the distance between you two, gripping your wrist a tad too tightly for your liking and along with the anger in his eyes made you all the more fearful that in your moment of weakness, Daemon would take the life of his second victim, his sweet childhood friend, out of fear that you’d betray him like everyone else did. It scared you to think that the one person you’ve loved more then anything held the ability to kill you right then and there without any witness nearby to oversee the curfuffle nor come to your defence. Instead you closed your eyes and awaited the worst when Caraxes leaned his long next over you to shove Daemon away, causing his hand to loose grip of your wrist as he fell on his backside harshly. “Caraxes! What is your issue! You’ve been like this for awhile now!” Daemon yelled up at his dragon who merely roared in his face, silencing the Targaryen quickly.

Neither you nor Daemon were quite certain what had caused Caraxes sudden change in personality because in recent memory the dragon had always been seen more so by your side then Daemon which raised some rumours that have long since been forgotten by mostly everyone. In reality however Caraxes was merely protecting you and the unborn babe within your womb and in turn had be growing protective of you ever since he could sense the additional life next to yours. So when Daemon exuded a threatening presence towards you and in extension his kin, was Caraxes final straw. Daemon had ruined everything in his life thus far and the dragon didn’t want the only consistent in his life since he was a babe himself to face because of his human’s impulsiveness; To Caraxes you were just as much apart of him as Daemon was and to be apart from you was akin to loosing a limb, all though it maybe gone, you can still feel it’s presence episodically.

Whenever moments like the one between you and Daemon were to ever arise, Caraxes felt the need to protect you, his mother, and going against his Targaryen counter part to ensure your safety even if it means harming another to achieve it. “Caraxes.” You whispered faintly before allowing the dragon to encouragingly nudge you out of the stables, allowing you to rest your full weight against him as he escorted you back to the castle, where he’d await to see you from the windows of your chambers before clambering back to the stables to whack Daemon upside the head with his tail for good measure before forcefully shoving him out also. Still angry at him for threatening yours and your child’s safety.

The next morning became a struggle for you in particular. The mere act of getting out of bed had become a difficult task as you heaved with all your strength to push yourself in to a sitting position before trying your luck once more to push yourself to you feet when all suddenly became black and your body slumped to the floor; causing a great thud that alerted Daemon, who had long since calmed down from your argument, to quickly take to his sword and rush up to your chambers in perpetration to fight off whoever sneaked into your room whilst you were in your most vulnerable state. Only to find your body pressed uncomfortably against the cold chamber floor, unmoving, fearing the worst; Daemon threw away his sword to one side as he rushed to your aid, cradling you in his arms, his face a mere contrition of all the emotions he was feeling in that moment. Guilt over never apologising to you for his heinous actions against you, anger over his own need to protect his pride when he swore to protect and defend you just as much, sadness for how your dream life seemed to have taken for the worse then he promised you and an overwhelming feeling of being lost without you guiding him like the light he knew you were.

Daemon wasn’t the only one who heard your fall as several servants rushed not too long after the prince to check upon you but not out of your safety but only out of fear of what Daemon would do to them if they had left you in such a state. However as much as they prayed to be spared of any punishment, it seemed to have gone unheard as when they opened the door to witness Daemon hold you in his arms so crushingly tight; they were met with fierce violet eyes that pierced through them and into their souls in hopes of sparking a fire that would kill them from the inside out. “What are you idiots standing there gawking like seagulls?! Fetch the Maesters!” Daemon roared in anger, watching as they scrambled, shoved, pulled one another behind the other as they raced to get out of the room to evade Daemon’s wrath. The prince scoffed in disgust but his features quickly soften as he looked down at you with all the regret one man could ever bare upon his face; the day of your argument haunts him so but nothing haunted him more then the look of fright within your eyes at his sudden outburst, almost as though you were anticipating a repeat of his actions at the Vale.

He didn’t care what anybody thought about him, he couldn’t care less if in their eyes they see a monster but he couldn’t stand to be viewed the same in yours. As children he swore to protect you from all those who’d dare chase you harm but he didn’t know that there would come a day where he’d be the one bringing harm to your front doorstep. Now he wasn’t certain he was going to be given the time to repent for his actions as he held you close against his chest, refusing to let go even as the maesters came through the doors, tried their might to pry you from his arms only for him to tighten his hold before giving in to their pleas to check you over under the circumstances that he were to stay by your side. “My prince,” the Maester began after checking you over thoroughly before coming to a resolution, “it seems that your spouse is with child and has fainted but luckily has not sustained any injury that would cause her highness nor your child any prolonging issues.” Daemon’s eyes never left you face as the news struck him. All this time you’ve been with child and he has the nerve to place you in a stressful situation where your emotions would be tested to their limitations; He grasped your hand tightly in his, “thank you, you may leave us.” He dismissed the Maesters who bowed and left your chambers so the prince could shed his tears in peace. “We’re going to have a child.” Daemon muttered to himself, resting his head gently against your stomach, “we’re going to have a child. Oh gods bless this day and the many more to come until their arrival. I promise to better myself not only for you my love but for myself, Caraxes and our unborn child.” He promised.

The day of your child birth came swift and soon though not without excruciating pain. Though it was all the more rewarding when you got to hold your child within your arms with Daemon by your side. “Healthy as a horse your highness.” The midwife claimed before handing you the child that clutched to your fingers, cooing. You looked to Daemon who only stared down at the child with love, reaching a finger out to stroke his cheek and smiling when the child’s smaller fingers grasped onto his longer nimble one like a life line. “Have any thoughts on what we should name them my love.” You asked softly as to not disrupt the baby form their slumber. “I believe it is in your right to name the child as only one of us had bled to give them life my beloved.” Daemon said, kissing your slightly sweaty forehead gingerly, never breaking his gaze from the babe bundled in the blooded cloth. “Rhaenar.” You concluded post haste, smiling when the child cooed at the chosen name, giving their incoherent approval. “Rhaenar it shall be.” Daemon replied, holding you tightly against him as you both looked at your child, taking in the features they inherited from the both of you from Daemon’s facial features to your eyes and so forth. The silence lingered for as long as you allowed until Daemon removed himself from your side to elsewhere in the room, leaving you albeit confused until you saw him return with a pitch black dragon egg within his hands. You were aware of the Targaryen customs for when a new child under their house is born, they are gifted an dragon egg that will hatch into their bonded dragon; So to bare witness to it for your own child left a warmth within your chest knowing that for good or for bad, you were a Targaryen as much as your child was.

“I handpicked this myself,” Daemon explained as he placed the dragon egg into the crib with care, “may I?” He asked, gesturing to the child. “Of course they are your child as well Daemon.” You chuckled as you handed Rhaenar over to him, watching with love and adoration in your eyes as he cradled the child to his chest, smiling brightly when the child reached for his face to which he leaned down for the child to poke and pull lightly at his platinum locks. “I shall protect you and your mother from all harm but that also means that when you get older you must uphold that same promise also.” Dameon spoke softly to the child before angling them so they were facing you on the bed, “your mother is the most beautiful in all the seven kingdoms, even if she does bite my head off from time to time.” You scoffed playfully, “I do no such thing Rhaenar, don’t listen to your fool of a father. He tripped over his one feet when I said yes to being his.” Daemon covered the child’s ears as he glared at you playfully, “don’t want you ruining my reputation in front of our child now or else he’ll think I’m soft.” “You are soft though Daemon, hate to break it to you.” He chuckled in response as he placed the baby down in the crib though not before pressing a kiss to their forehead and a quick ‘I love you’ to join you in bed. “Such a tragic fate to befall a man to unconditionally love his child and lady.” He joked, stealing a kiss from your lips. “Yes how unfortunate indeed.” You joined in, snuggling against his side as you both watched over your child protectively.

Bonus:

Caraxes strained his long neck to the window of your chambers to get a look at the child, cooing softly as he watched the two newly made parents snuggle up in bed whilst watching over their child. The babe would grow into someone extraordinary under you and Daemon’s parentage the dragon concluded. Though he’d soon smack Daemon once more for claiming that he chose the dragon egg when in actual fact it was Caraxes who had chosen the egg. Daemon was going to gift an ugly mishmash of a brownish-red egg before his dragon pointed him to a more suitable egg. If one squinted however not only would you be able to see that while it was an entirely pitch black egg there was hints of fiery red here and there. Caraxes was happy to see his family grow slightly larger, though more so he was happy that his Targaryen decided to grow up for the sake of you and the family. He couldn’t be more prouder…now how was he going to explain that he practically demolished some architectural structures just to bare witness to the childbirth…

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cerealboxlore · 10 months

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imagine, and i don’t know how or why, cap having to reveal his identity to the league, but he just says his name

whatever members immediately look up billy batson, sees he’s a kid, and assumes that marvel being there is time shenanigans and that he was keeping his identity secret to not mess up the timeline

would be funny if somewhere after this another superhero asks him if he looked up to himself as a kid and he just responds with “nah, i hated captain marvel. i mean, who the hell would willingly be so cringy” or something idk i’m tired

that just seems like it could be a lot of fun to me

THIS TOOK FOREVER FOR ME TO RESPOND TO BECAUSE MY BRAIN WASNT BRAINING AND COULDN'T READ IT RIGHT BUT I GET IT NOW AND I LOVE IT

I think this is an amazing idea!! Using time travel as an excuse to lie to the Justice League and others about his existence is just pure, high-level wizard genius. Of course, some other time traveler, like Booster Gold, might make this a difficult lie to keep up, unless...he was in on the lie from the start 👀 It would make for a cute friendship between the two heroes and make for a good bonding story about the most unexpected people who became heroes.

A scenario where I can imagine your plan happening would most likely be a funny one, and while there can absolutely be a serious event that causes this idea of yours, I am laughing out of control thinking about Captain Marvel accidentally touching the lasso of truth and saying his name when someone asks him on the Watch Tower. And then he goes silent. Cap sees the rope next to him. And then everyone goes silent. They see the rope next to him. And then he leaves without saying anything, and the entire break room bursts into PURE chaos.

I think it's an awesome idea to have people think Billy hated Captain Marvel growing up, because that's just a factor of hilarity right there. In the Captain Marvel Adventures comic run, there was an issue where Billy pretended to have a feud with Captain Marvel (himself) so that people would leave him alone (if I remember right??). It's always funny to me to see someone pretend to hate their alter ego, it brings up so many opportunities for shenanigans!

Bonus:

Superman: Hey, Captain! Sorry to bother you, but I was curious, if it's not too much to ask, may I inquire as to why you're in the past instead of, you know, back in the future?

Captain Marvel: Ah, well, that's a pretty long story there, Supes. I can't go into it too much for privacy reasons, you know how it is.

Superman: Oh, no, I get it, don't worry, I won't press into it.

Captain Marvel: Hm...I can tell you this though, if I ever come into contact with my past self, due to my magic cells and the fabric of the universe, I will self-destruct.

Superman: ....what.

Captain Marvel: Yeahhh, it's a whole thing, it's why I never bother to meet my past self, and if you don't mind, I'd appreciate it if you left my past self alone. Haha, wouldn't want to risk cross contamination accidentally and explode.

He then walks away whistling without a care about what he just said, leaving Superman and the rest in a confused and concerned state.

On the news next week a JL member sees Booster Gold shake hands with Billy on the Fawcett City news (Captain Marvel's city) and holds back the urge to body slam him back to the future.

Gosh, this was wonderful to answer!

#this was such a lovely ask #tysm for the ask!#Billy Batson #dc captain marvel #shazam #justice league #dc comics #Bonus points if Booster Gold and Billy have an epic magical time travel adventure but no one saw it happen #more bonus points if Aqua Man hoses down Booster Gold with a tidal wave of water out of nowhere to not risk cap exploding #cap won't explode he just couldn’t think of a good lie in time #sorry for any spelling errors!

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onyourhyuck · 1 year

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Millionaire. | K.JW

— Prologue: “I’m a millionaire I act like I don’t care. That’s cause’ I don’t care.”

— Summary: Kim Jungwoo is a millionaire who ends up having an one night stand with you.

— Genre: Smut. One night stand. Millionaire!kimjungwoo. smut smut smut minors dni.

— Notes: Inspired by Paper Soldier Brent Faiyaz.

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Kim Jungwoo is a millionaire.

He has everything, so why is he now in a hotel room making out with you like you’re everything he’s ever wanted? He has women everywhere, he has bitches left and right everywhere, but now you’re everywhere he goes and he’s so fucking infatuated with you that it leads to massive borderline obsession with you. Jungwoo should’ve played like he didn’t care, but that’s because he doesn’t care about anything else but you. He’s a wealthy man, so why is the happiest when he’s with you? Got you underneath his body naked, sweating beads of sex, your scent taking cover of the entire hotel room. The bedsheets becoming your skin.

Your sweet locks glued on your forehead with the cold sweat in your eyes running like tears by how much your bodies have been burning together with your touches. His mouth tracing the entire alphabet on your body; from your head down to your ankles. He tells you he doesn’t care, because he’s a millionaire, who has everything already he ever wants. But he lied. Because he wouldn’t be in the bed on top of you thrusting with every bit of energy left, it’s the way his length compliments his body proportions — he’s tall. Tall enough to have you shaking, with his large girthy manhood that has you seeing the literal stars on the hotel ceiling.

His breath was the devil’s whisper, somehow you thought he was speaking in tongues with the way he was speaking to you — saying so much nonsense that you cannot blank out. “I saw the way you were looking at me.” Following by a series strings grunts with the sound on his deep low tone. “You wanted me to do this? To kiss you… to grab on to you…” Oh yeah, you thought to yourself. With the way he enters that event looking like the finest fish in the sea, you had your eyes set on the idea but you were not expecting him to actually get on the idea. After all it was all your imagination until he made it a reality.

The millionaire Kim Jungwoo South Korea’s riches members of society now in bed with you trapping your wrists in your pillowcases so roughly that your fingers having to connect like pieces of glass shreds from a plate. Intertwining your fingertips to one’s fingers in the far in moment hearing your squeezed cheeks against Jungwoo’s nose breathing in your sweet sweet perfume that he cannot stand smelling he has to forge and bathe in it. You weren’t enough for him no matter how much you give him but he wishes to have you like a prized possession on the pedestal just for him to admire and look at.

He’s a millionaire you thought. You know you are from two wholeheartedly different worlds. You’re from a far different league that cannot even think of touching Jungwoo’s spotlight but he himself lost at a battle against you. He wants you. More than he wanted anything else in this worldly universe.

You feel the way his teeth graze on your neck staying there for only a minute to see you panting while everything else stops. His length stays inside you feeling your walls throbbing on him and it could drive him right to his final destination because with the way you’re clenching he could come right there and then. You have no idea how bad you’re driving him with your sole whines and pants. Everything on your body was a secret message to him he cannot hide anything from him. It’s like you’re an open book for him to use, use and use. He could read you forever and he would never get bored of you.

“Jungwoo…please…” You’re here in disbelief at how your own mouth was saying whatever you wanted without a second thought. It’s like your mouth and your brain was on a different parallel line between consciousness and your higher desires. Now you’re overtaken by incoming pleasure of how the millionaire above you was watching you with dimly lit orbs down gazing with lust in your pathetic, righteous self. Your eyes spoke fairytales. “What are you pleading for, y/n?”

“You to move…!” You whimper up at how Jungwoo was laughing darkly at you struggle to even form a coherent sentence and conversations. You couldn’t even be bothered to demand what you wanted it’s like you, yourself, was a lost cause underneath him all because of how freaking god he was making you feel. Slightest movement has you clench your jaw. You’d want this to last forever forward.

He indulges in your begging he decided to show some mercy to you and your humiliation you’re facing by trembling with his small touch. You’re here reaching with grabby hands on his shoulders. He shown you obedience to your pleasant pleas vastly moving the pelvis and his hips in a serpentine manner having you become high on the feeling of his bodily sweat and the rushing adrenaline engulfing his sweet chiselled body. His abs were poking out so prettily it has you running laps constantly because it was so hard to avoid how beautiful his body was. It’s like he’s built from the finest of skies coming together. You have to thank his parents, for creating a man like him looking this perfect.

Jungwoo’s dark eyes watching you like you are the best thing he has the taste of. It’s like you were an one of a kind person that no one could have met before than expected. He’s debonair. He’s a crystal clear man who has been around in you and out exploring you all the young night ahead. You love how he purposely slows down when he’s fucking into you so deep just so he could purposely hear your heartbeat while you’re screaming the most enchanting moans leaving your red smudge lipstick.

Money comes in but he cannot lose you. Not like when you’re being like this looking this daze out and fucked out by his large length curling deep within your sweet velvety walls squeezing him on like your life depends on it.

“From the front, my bitch a beauty.” Jungwoo sang in your ears as he saw how pretty your eyes were when you cry from the increasing tension building in your body. Your high was nevertheless ending.

You can’t leave him alone no matter how many times you tell yourself you don’t need someone like Jungwoo in your life, yet you are here taking him in the hotel room this night, like you don’t want him to ever leave your side.

Your lips perk up kissing him so heavenly so your red lips stain his mouth and down your chin tracing to the side of his neck then too. He feels his heart skip so many beats as he was stuck on top having your mouth move like a predator, you were only kissing his naked so keenly, but it feels like an eternal flame burning him from the inside and outside.

“Oh god… Y/n…” His voice caught in your ear going through the right side in through the left side out next you thing you know you are addicted to how your name was rolling off his tongue. “What are you pleading for?…”

Oh how the tables have turned.

Jungwoo clenches his eyes tight as his face walks down to your face taking a glimpse of your glistening glowing face. He loves how red your face goes, every little detail that you have he noticed. “You… I’m pleading for you…”

You really have him chasing after you and your high until you’re here releasing twenty times on his cock. He won’t leave you alone to go dry. He will keep your memory clear like it’s your first and last.

“Be mine.”

Your eyes rose up from the dead as Jungwoo said something you thought would be impossible for a man like him, to say to you.

You’re nothing but his one night stand. You took him to bed a few times but you’re not friends, you’re not lovers. You’re nothing.

“What about the press that will talk…?”

For once Jungwoo wants nothing else but you and he cannot have you because of that he will continue this massive mad man obsession on the road to catch you and make you his. He wasn’t the one to date but he can make an expectation if it’s you, he needs you around him to the point he cannot live without you and he has a feeling that you are the same. He used to live right there, he knows you wish he was still there next to you when in everyday life but now he can make that wish come permanent.

All you need to do is say yes.

Jungwoo gave you an unamused smile as he leans closer kissing your cheek, then kissing your soft jawline and then your ears. Your bare breasts he loves pressing down on his chest that he could not resist how good they are perking up in the sight. His voice was the soft jest of whispers like they were a little bit uncanny to hear from him. “Remember what I said to you the first time we met?”

He didn’t care about anything else.

“I’m a millionaire I act like I don’t care. That’s cause’ I don’t care, Y/n.”

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tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang · 2 months

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I've been seeing this reels or tiktok videos about people who are so disarming face-wise or vibe-wise which causes random strangers to tell them all their secrets or trauma dump to them, so imagine a reader like that who's an executive of one of the toxic gangs in Tokrev like Kanto Manji/Tenjiku/Bonten. You're so disarming that your allies or even enemies end up telling you about your recent breakup or trauma when you didn't even do anything. You're just there like: 😀😀😀???

However, I can see your fellow executives encouraging it because of the useful information. Koko likes the idea of spending less money on informants, the Haitanis love the tea, and if you're in a gang with more ambitious people like Izana and Kisaki they'll weaponize you 💀.

Lmao oh the poor reader who ends up in that situation. They just want to hang out and have a good time but instead they keep learning everyone's darkest secrets...

The first time you meet Izana is in the orphanage, he's new but is immediately drawn to you. You feel safe to him, different then how the others feel so of course he declares you as his servant right away. You felt a bit offended by that at first but went along with him anyway.

During the day time when the other kids are around, he's strong, a king. But when it's just the two of you he tells you everything. How alone he is, how much he misses his mum and Emma, how scared he is here. You just listen and hug him through it all, telling him it'll be ok.

He introduces Kakucho to you when he arrives, Kakucho who's just been told to forget his parents. That night, after Izana falls asleep, Kakucho breaks his word to Izana. Telling you all about his parents and what happened, about how he agreed to be Izanas servant too and about how he doesn't know what to do anymore. You soothe his fears and tell him that you'll be here for him too, the three of you together.

Over the next few years the three of you grow up together, following Izana. He founds the 8th gen black dragons but keeps the two of you away from it.

You're there for him when he finds out the truth about Shinichiro, you watch as he throws things around, smashing them and yells. Watch as he runs out of energy and ends up crying into your lap and chest. You're not entirely sure what to say in this situation but comfort him the best you can. He ends up falling asleep on you and you sit there, wondering what will happen next.

He threatens you when he wakes up, he does it often. He'll let you see his emotions then threaten you to never tell anyone about it. Though you both know he's bluffing, he couldn't hurt you.

Shinichiro dies and that terrifies you because Izana shuts down. It's the first time he won't talk or let his feelings out. You and Kakucho do your best to care for him but you can see it's not helping, nothing is changing, not until he arrives...

Kisaki is a strange boy. One minute he looks at you with warmth, like you remind him of someone or something else then the next he's glaring at you like he hates you. He refuses to be left alone with you, it's almost like he's afraid of something.

Izana invites you to join tenjiku, he wants you there and says you can be very helpful for him. Of course yoy say yes, you're just happy to see him like his old self again. But...things are different this time. He's back to opening up to you, emotions spilling out before he can stop them but you can tell he's holding something back.

You get to finally meet the others, the S62 members you've heard so much about. Shion immediately takes a shine to you, introducing himself and bragging about his past achievements, asking you if you want to see him fight. Mochi soon shoves him out of the way to introduce himself, he shakes your hand and says he looks forward to working with you. He seems so genuine in his words that you can't help but smile back. The Haitani brother's approach you from either side, slinging their arms around you and "welcoming you".

You think you've got them all figured out until that night and the next day. All four of them end up seeking you out alone and spending some quiet time with you. Telling out their insecurities and ambitions, letting you see more of them. All of them laugh it off after, saying they were just kidding around but you could tell they meant it.

After that you all fall into a comfortable routine of preparing to attack toman. The Haitani brother's want to know the latest gossip, Kakucho tells you about his worries for Izana, Mochi and Shion work with you, helping you get to people who's secrets tenjiku wants and Izana still confides you but without giving you details.

The day you attack toman, you're paired up with Shion. You have a good and bad cop kinda routine, where Shion beats them then you kindly help them back up and take care of their wounds. They spill all kinds of secrets to you while you help them. Everything from the structure of toman, to it's meeting spot, to it's members.

You meet Mucho and Sanzu later, the meeting itself is very formal but once again they seek you out later. Mucho get's onto the subject of Mikey and let's it slip about his guilt of choosing Izana. You're about to try comforting him when he realises what he just says and quickly leaves. Leaving you alone with Sanzu...

"What are you?" You flinch slightly when he speaks, forgetting he was even there. He tilts his head at you, curious as to why Mucho just told you that, why he let his guard down around you. More importantly he wonders if you could be helpful for other people, a way of being able to read what Mikey's thinking and what he wants. He walks away without another word, instead planning.

You meet Koko the next day, he's still hurt from Mucho and no ones even offered him any first aid. You sigh and fix him up yourself, he watches you intensely the whole time before muttering that someone called Inupi normally does this for him. He practically gives you his life story after you ask who that is, even Akane's name slipping out. You're both horrified after, Koko realising what he just said and you after hearing such a sad story. You're not sure what to say next so you tell him about your own childhood. The two of you end up as friends by the end of the day.

You're in your room one day when Kakucho suddenly barges in, frantically talking about a murder and how sorry he is for not telling you sooner. Your blood runs cold as you ask him to explain. "Kisaki and Izana planned what????"

You run to Izana after that, need to talk him, need him to explain. He must be so lost after that so he needs someone to talk to right?

Someone grabs you before you can climb up the stairs to him. Hanma. He has you by the waist, stopping you from interrupting Kisaki and Izana's conversation. Refusing to let you stop Izana from falling further into darkness and ruining Kisaki's plans.

You next see Izana at the docks, getting ready for the fight. He refuses to even look at you, too focused on the fight and Mikey then his own emotions. Instead you stand next to Kakucho, waiting for all this to be over so you can be alone with Izana.

Kakucho tells you to stay on the shipping containers while the fight goes on, you promise to stay and not move.

You nearly break your promise a few times, when you see each of the S62 fall or when Koko starts getting upset but you listen to Kakucho.

It's not until Izana starts losing it and arguing with Kakucho that you hastily climb down, running to him. But you never reach him.

Instead you see Kakucho get shot, you try to run to him, to get in front of him but someone catches your arm. Turning around, you see Sanzu stopping you from getting closer. Time slows down after that, Izana gets shot, the gun falls to the floor, Sanzu let's you go and you fall to your knees beside Izana and Kakucho.

You frantically try to stop the bleeding but Izana grabs your hands instead, holding them. Telling you his emotions for the last time and letting the rest of his secrets slip out. Kakucho reaching out to do the same.

You're not sure how long you kneel there, they both stopped talking already and you know they're both gone, telling yourself that you're imagining the warmth in Kakucho's fingers.

The Haitani brother's help you up but they don't keep you with them, instead guiding you over to Koko and telling the two of you to run.

The next day you wake up at Koko's apartment, where you hear the news. Running to the hospital you practically launch yourself into Kakucho's arms. This time you both tell your secrets, helping each other to cope with the loss of Izana and talking through it together.

When he's released from the hospital, you go to meet him so you can both pay your last respects to Izana. Then you both head to your apartment, looking after each other....at least until a tall man arrives months later looking for both of you.

#ok went a bit off track here ngl idk why this became so Izana centric or how we got here exactly but yeah it was fun #i went with tenjiku here but i think with other gangs and in different timelines kisaki would've had more of a use for the reader it's just #he saw them as more of a threat here and purposely avoided them to not let his guard down #tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo revengers spoilers

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niki-phoria · 10 months

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Annyeong my favorite writer! I was wondering if you could do a ni-ki x male imagine where he has a secret boyfriend that is one year older than him (they have been dating even before he left for Korea so maybe when ni-ki was 13 years old male reader started courting him even if it's long distance and have made it official after he debuted) members does not know, cause he was scared to come out to them.

One day the members heard him someone calling "Love" and started teasing about who was that mystery "girl". Ni-ki couldn't handle it and accidentally blurted out it was a boy, ni-ki was shocked and immediately started crying because he was scared but the members comforted him and supported him.

And the members met ni-ki's boyfriend (they felt betrayed as a joke that ni-ki didn't told him he has a handsome boyfriend which ended up with them getting hit on the head)

JUST FLUFF CAUSE NI-KI LOOKS SO CUTE THESE DAYS LIKE WTFFFF

pairing: niki x male!reader (he/him pronouns) genre: fluff word count: 1.8k

includes: childhood friends to lovers, reader cries, mentions of niki being scared to come out, think i like full fics more than reactions, i'm really proud of this one ngl

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i love this idea sm, i hope you like it :))

“excuse me,” a soft voice says, interrupting you from your thoughts. you look up from your notes to see a young boy around your age standing in front of your desk. his hands remain stiffly pressed against his sides - likely from nerves.

his pristine uniform fits him perfectly. his neatly brushed black fringe covers most of his forehead. his hands feel clammy as he points to the seat beside you. “do you mind if i sit here? i’m a new student and they told me to just pick a seat.”

“not at all,” you smile, shifting slightly to make room for him. the boy sets his black bag down on the ground beside you as he slides into the chair. “what’s your name?”

“nishimura riki,” he says.

“i’m l/n,” you smile. “it’s nice to meet you, nishimura.”

“you too,” he nervously nods.

“y/n!” you startle as niki begins running towards you. he tightly wraps his arms around your neck before all but tackling you into a hug, nearly knocking you both to the ground. you laugh, snaking your arms around his waist as you both stumble before you finally find your balance once again.

“what’s going on?”

“i was accepted.”

you freeze, staring into niki’s eyes as the information processes in your head. when it finally does, you gasp, wrapping your arms tightly around him once again. “congratulations!” you cheer. niki smiles brightly as he jumps around with you. his face flushes slightly as overwhelming praise leaves your lips. “i’m so proud of you, niki!”

“thank you,” he bashfully smiles, gaze falling to the ground.

“which company did you pick?”

niki hums in contemplation for a second before he answers. “i think i want to join belift lab. they seem like they have a lot of great opportunities. but…”

you cock your head in confusion, silently reaching out to intertwine your fingers together. you reassuringly squeeze his hand in your own before he continues. “...but?”

he sighs. “i have to move to korea.”

“niki,” you say. he looks up at you, nervously awaiting your reaction. “i think you should go. this is your dream! you’ve worked so hard for this,” you pause, softly smiling at him. “this is an incredible opportunity. you should take it.”

“you think so?” he asks.

“of course.”

people bustle in the airport around you as you stand in front of the security line. you reach up to brush niki’s bangs back into place. your gaze falls down to the luggage beside his feet once again as a familiar mix of sadness and excitement tugs at you. niki reaches up, tilting your face slightly so you’re looking into his eyes. “i’ll call you,” he says. “and we can text everyday, okay? i won’t forget about you. i promise.”

you smile at him. “you better not, nishimura,” you tease.

niki chuckles softly. his hand moves up to cup your cheek to gently stroking his thumb against your skin. your gaze falls to his plump lips, watching as he nervously tugs his bottom lip between his teeth. “niki,” you whisper, unconsciously leaning in. he follows your lead until your noses are nearly touching. you can just barely feel each breath he takes. “can i kiss you?”

his breath hitches. a light blush spreads up his cheeks. his wide eyes stare into yours for a second before he nods.

your movements are slow as you lean in, carefully pressing your lips against his. elation spreads throughout your entire body when niki tugs you even closer. your bodies mold together perfectly as you pour all of your love into the kiss.

you’re nearly panting by the time you both pull away. you stifle a laugh at the blush on his cheeks. “i’m gonna miss you, ki,” you whisper, blinking away the tears stinging at your eyes. niki leans in to bury his face into the crook of your neck. his grip around you tightens even more.

“i’ll miss you more, y/n.” you pull him even closer to you, closing your eyes. you let warmth surround you as you cling to him for just a little longer.

you make your way through the swarm of people to your designated seat, tucking a niki sign between your arm. your view of the stage is partially blocked by a variety of heavy camera equipment and wires tangling over each other along the edge.

you anxiously fidget with your fingers as you patiently await the start of the performance. the cheers from the audience are nearly overwhelming as the lights dim down before the screens surrounding the stage come to life.

they transition for a few seconds in a flurry of red and black before people begin to shuffle onto the stage. your breath hitches when the lights raise again, finally illuminating the group. enhypen. niki.

your gaze remains fixated on him throughout the entire performance. his fringe has been dyed blonde. he wears a white blazer complete with a black trim and an accent on the side. you smile brightly up at him, joining the audience in cheering for the group as they effortlessly dance around the stage.

you can see niki’s eyes widen when he finally notices you. your smile grows as you wave up at him from the darkness. he flashes a small smile in your direction in return before finishing the performance with a newfound confidence.

“hello?” niki asks when he answers the call; his voice is raspy as it plays through your phone speakers.

“sorry honey,” you chuckle. “did i wake you?”

“i don’t mind,” he says. you can hear his blankets shuffling as he sits up before yawning softly. “how was your day?”

“it was good.” giddiness seeps into each word as it leaves your lips. you smile to yourself as you continuously reread the email as if the words will rearrange themselves when you blink. congratulations! your application to kyung hee university has been accepted. “i have some good news.“

“yeah?” niki smiles. “what is it?”

“a few months ago i started applying to universities in korea,” you begin. you can nearly picture niki sitting up straight, holding his breath in anticipation as you continue. “...and i just got news that i’ve been accepted to kyung hee university!”

“really?” niki asks. “you’re serious?”

“i’m serious,” you laugh. “i’m booking a plane ticket right now.”

“y/n,” he breathlessly whispers. “i can’t wait to see you. i love you so much.”

“i love you too, ki,” you smile so brightly that your cheeks nearly hurt. “i’ll see you soon. i promise.”

“i just landed in seoul,” you say, glancing out of the plane window, watching as workers slowly begin to transfer the luggage from underneath the plane to be sent to baggage claim. “i’ll call you when i get to my hotel.”

“okay,” niki smiles, fiddling with the sleeves of one of the hoodies you had sent him. the comforting feeling of the fabric nearly swallows him entirely, calming his nerves as he anxiously awaits your arrival. “i’ll see you soon, love.”

“love?” heeseung repeats teasingly. niki startles at his sudden presence, turning to see the members slowly joining him in the living room. “i didn’t know you had a girlfriend.”

“i don’t,” niki shrugs.

sunghoon furrows his eyebrows. “so you’re calling your not-girlfriend love?”

“i told you, i don’t have a girlfriend,” niki repeats.

“come on, you can tell us.” jake reaches over to playfully nudge him. “who’s the lucky girl?”

“boy,” niki finally corrects. he nervously plays with his fingers; his gaze falls to the floor as silence momentarily falls across the room. “i call my boyfriend love.”

“what’s his name?” jungwon asks.

niki’s eyes widen as he looks up at him. “what?”

“your boyfriend. what’s his name?”

“y/n.”

“do you have any pictures?” jay asks, leaning over niki’s shoulder.

“i wanna see the boy making our maknae so happy,” jake agrees.

he reaches over to grab his phone, switching it on before quickly swiping to find one of his favourite pictures of you. you’re both standing in shinjuku gyoen park in front of the cherry blossom trees. you’re looking into the camera, brightly smiling as niki leans in to press a kiss against your cheek. your hair is slightly disheveled from the breeze that had been blowing that day. the setting sun in the background cast a golden glow on both of you.

niki passes his phone around, anxiously watching each one of his friend’s reactions as they each get to see the picture of you. “wow,” sunghoon says. “he’s handsome.”

niki blushes, shoving his phone back into his pocket as he playfully swats at sunghoon. “shut up,” he mumbles.

“can we meet him sometime?” heeseung asks. “you guys are cute together.”

“he just arrived in seoul,” niki says. “i can ask if he wants to come to the dorm instead of going to his hotel.”

“that’s fine,” he nods.

“jungwon,” jay calls as he stands up. “come help me with dinner. we might have a guest.”

you anxiously play with your fingers as you let out a nervous sigh before carefully raising your hand up to knock on the door. you pull the sleeves of niki’s hoodie down to hide your shaky hands.

the door swings open, revealing your boyfriend standing on the other side. “niki,” you whisper, wrapping your arms around him.

he’s quick to reciprocate the hug, tightly wrapping his arms around your waist. he hides his face into the crook of your neck to pepper a million little kisses against any of your exposed skin. “i missed you so much,” he mumbles against your skin.

“i missed you too, ki,” you smile.

niki steps back just enough to pull you down into a sweet kiss. you smile against his lips, relishing in the feeling that you had been deprived of for so many months.

“i love you,” he breathlessly whispers when you finally pull away.

“i love you too,” you smile, leaning in to peck his lips once again. “now, are you gonna invite me in?”

sunoo smiles to himself at the sight of you and niki curled up on the couch together as he quietly steps through the living room to turn the tv off. his arms wrap comfortably around your waist, your head tucked on top of his chin. your legs tangle together; your bodies completely intertwined in the confined space.

soft snores occasionally escape both of you as you curl further against each other. even in your completely relaxed state, your hands never leave niki’s.

“they’re cute together, aren’t they?” jake whispers.

sunoo startles slightly before he nods. “i’m glad they found each other.”

“me too.”

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bridgetotheskyyy · 10 months

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chapter one.

masterlist.

Chapter Summary: You are escorted to Suna to meet your future husband-to-be - Gaara, the Kazekage - with the knowledge you must poison him.

Chapter Warnings: alcohol, hints of parental abuse, mentions of poison

Word count: 7.5k

a/n: We're finally here! Hehe I'm excited to share this with y'all! The first chapter's been up on ao3 for a while and I've finally gotten around to crossposting here. Chapter two will be available in August! If you're interested in extra notes I highly recommend keeping an eye on this story on ao3. Hope you enjoy!

Read on ao3 here.

“Lord Boutoku.” Lord Kankuro bowed. His men followed his motion, two shinobi who flanked him from behind. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Lord Boutoku — Father — sat stoic on his throne, knuckles supporting his chin. He, too, was flanked by men; members of your village’s council, shinobi poised to act. “Likewise, Lord Kankuro. I take it our accommodations were to your taste?”

“Oh, definitely,” Kankuro said, scratching the back of his head. “I thought I’d die of thirst on the way here! Of course, I imagine you all don’t have that problem, what with your oasis and all.” He laughed nervously.

No laughs followed. Father tapped his chin, unmoved and unamused. You almost felt sorry for Kankuro; Father was not a humorous man. You hadn’t seen him crack a single smile since your mother’s death all those years ago.

Kankuro’s laughter died. He must have guessed he’d caused some offense; he sank to his knees, fully prostrating himself.

“Lord Boutoku,” he began, “I would like to apologize formally on the behalf on the Sand. The way Sunagakure has treated the Oasis village is utterly reprehensible. We only hope this new arrangement between your village and ours can alleviate the bad blood that lies between us.”

Bad blood.

That was an understatement.

Despite the power of the oasis, your village was small. Smack dab in the middle of the country of Wind, perennially antagonized by the Fourth Kazekage for its secrets, amongst other powers. Again and again, the Fourth had sent ninja to attack your village in hopes of stealing those secrets, oasis ninja slaughtered again and again in the name of protecting your home.

Usually at the hands of his son.

You looked up at your father and waited for his response.

“Your apology is much appreciated.” Father leaned forward with a hand on the arm of his chair. “I, too, hope this marriage will augur better things to come.”

“Yes.” Kankuro raised from his place, risking eye contact with Father. “The wedding between the Kazekage and your daughter will take place a month from now.”

“See that it does.”

You wrung hands in your lap. You had never, ever left your village before. Nor had Father. Could he really just give you away like this?

And to Gaara of the Sand Waterfall? The monster of the Land of Wind?

To assassinate him?

Your new reality was finally beginning to dawn with terrifying finality. It turned your hands clammy and sent your bones shaking underneath your skin.

“The fourth’s assassination attempts failed to bear results,” Father had explained to you days before this meeting. The wild, crazed menace that lived in his eyes only when in private returned. “The fool. Rasa had no idea what he unleashed into the world and then lacked the strength to take out his own garbage. No matter; we will use more covert methods.”

But I’ve never killed anyone! You wanted to scream.

“Don’t look like that!” Father snapped, startled you. “You are more than adequate for such a task. I do not ask you to imitate the shinobi around you. You have all your training as a lady; use your charm. It will conceal you, so long as you do not succumb to nerves. Do it for your brother. His blood is on the Kazekage’s hands. He of all deserves to be avenged.”

Your training … To be a court lady. To seduce, to beguile, to woo, to be beautiful and one day marry a man fit for your station. Not to kill. You didn’t know what he meant, but never would you be such an idiot as to argue with Lord Boutoku, village head, Guardian of the Oasis.

Now, Father nodded. “The time has come for my daughter to follow you.” He faced you, a meaningful glint in the ink black of his eye. “But before she does, I have a goodbye present.”

“Uh.” Kankuro didn’t know what to do with his hands, letting them fall in his lap. “Of course.”

Father motioned with his hands and immediately servants slid the room door open. They left a pillow on the floor, a black box atop it. One of the servants lifted the lid.

Your eyes widened.

A necklace. Dyed sandstone, the color of turquoise, painted with the wavy indications of the village’s oasis and, in its center, your family emblem: the scorpion.

Fitting, since it was where the poison was kept.

“It has a small pocket within,” Father had explained. “The most potent poison known in the world.”

“The scorpion?” You surmised.

“Too obvious,” Father replied. “An extract from a plant that only grows this side of the Wind. You will end the Kazekage’s life with this.”

It was an order.

“It’s beautiful, Father.” You feigned awe now. Hardly a lie. The necklace was very pretty, but the truth of what lay within tempered the aesthetic.

“Only the best for my flesh and blood.” Father’s voice was honeyed as he began. “You, my greatest prize, the splitting image of your mother, who remains beautiful both in death and memory.”

You balled fists in your lap. Was it true? Was any of it true? Or did you just want it to be?

Regardless, you hung on every word with knuckles blanched white.

“I bequeath my daughter to you.” Father focused on Kankuro now. “She will follow you into unknown lands. Proceed knowing you carry my heart with you on this journey.”

“Uh …” Kankuro blinked. “I — yeah — I mean, yes, of course.”

You gathered up the necklace, its chain dangling between the gaps of your fingers. You sat its pendant in your palm, the truth of it tingling your skin.

You bowed to your father. “Thank you.”

He nodded, a secret shared.

“Everything’s ready for us to depart,” Kankuro said.

“Very well. You may go,” Father said. He lifted his hand, and a shinobi stood. “One of my personal guards, Chuuyou, will accompany you personally. He is the only one I would trust with such a task; my most loyal servant.”

Chuuyou strode toward you, offering a hand. He was much older than you, though you could never pin down an approximate age. Mid thirties? Early forties? His mask hid all but his eyes.

“Come, Lady (Y/n),” he said, his soft voice an utter contrast to his intimidating build. “Careful, don’t harm yourself …”

Don’t drop the necklace.

You stood, felt the pressure of eyes on you as one of Kankuro’s men held the door open for you. You fixed the necklace around your neck.

“Goodbye, my love,” Father said before you crossed the threshold, “and remember.”

To everyone else, the meaning was obvious: remember me, your village, your home.

But you knew its true meaning:

Remember your duty.

“Sooo …” Kankuro’s word lingered. “Is he always like that?”

Your smile was a bit too genuine. “Yes,” you chuckled.

Your gaze carried out the window; the coach sat in between the two walls concealing your village, and out sand ninja mixed with oasis ninja, sizing each other up, poised to act. Kankuro had brought quite a show with him, and you recognized it for what it was: a show of power. You counted at least fifty men. Your father, never one to be outdone, had raised to meet him with at least eighty to guard you on your way to Suna — and initiate the takeover, once the Kazekage was “handled.” One-hundred thirty in all. Tension stretched the air taut. The severity of it all was unbearable.

When your eyes trailed higher, your home sprawled before you; giant sandcastles composed the buildings, towers, temples dedicated to the spirit of the oasis, some otherworldly being no one but the village heads had ever seen; bridges protected and nestled by a circling sandstone wall for good measure.

“It’s a shame there has to be so much mistrust between our villages,” You said to say something.

“It is.” Kankuro’s voice was solemn as he rested elbows on his knees. “Look, I know this all must be a … big change for you. It must be scary, too. But it’s okay; everything will be all right.” He tried a smile. “Once you arrive, they’ll be a big celebration. Lots of associates and the like, nothing you can’t handle. That sounds fun, right?”

You faced him. Affable and easy nature. It was sweet of him to try to soothe you. You were nervous — but not for reasons you could share with him. Gaara of the Sand Waterfall, the monster who had killed your brother … Clearly, this tidbit of family history was unknown to them, otherwise there would be no way they could trust you. You knew what you had to do, but how was your father so sure you could do it? Couldn’t he just snap you in two? How were you supposed to pretend to be happy about being married off to someone like that?

You flipped your fan open to conceal the lower end of your face, eyes lowering to the window. “It does. Thank you for your concern … The Kazekage — your brother … what kind of man is he?”

“Gaara?” Kankuro blinked before realization made him smile and scratch his head again, “Oh, okay, I know where this is going. He had quite a … reputation in the past, but he’s very different now. You’ll be safe with him — with us.”

You would say that, wouldn’t you? But still, you’d heard great things about the Kazekage — how he’d help lead the charge during the Fourth Great Ninja War, how he had battled the Uchiha patriarch, befriended the Hokage …

“The Kazekage has changed a great deal, apparently …”

“More than you know,” Kankuro joked. “And like I said, we’re very sorry for the grief the Sand has caused your village. You have nothing to fear from him.” His next words were emphatic. “He would never hurt an innocent person, especially a civilian, especially his future wife.”

Perhaps the fear of being ripped to shreds had left you, but there was still the question of his character. And everything else. What if you weren’t his type? What if you couldn’t woo him enough to get close? What then?

The coach jerked.

“Oh.” Kankuro took note of the scene outside the window. “Good. We’re moving.”

You stuck your head out the window to take one last look at your home. The village began to grow distant as the coach drew past the gate and sank into darkness. It was real. You were leaving.

“You’ll love the sand, Lady (Y/n),” Kankuro said. “It’s not much of a change at all, in fact.”

“I …” You trailed. You settled back into the coach. “I look forward to it. And please, just (Y/n) will do; we’ll be family soon enough!”

Kankuro smiled. “All right. (Y/n).”

You returned the smile. The poisoned pendant sat around your neck, pressed against your beating heart.

The trip was saved by geography. Your village sat on the far east of the Land of Wind, bordering the Land of Rivers. A day and you were closing in on the Sand.

When the coach opened, you were dying to stretch your legs. A whole day and a half in a coach had been torture enough, but having Kankuro as company had made it easier, amusing you with impromptu puppet shows and jokes.

“There you go, I gotcha,” he said as he led you by the hand out of the coach onto the hard rocky ground, waited as you reached back to retrieve your gift for the Kazekage.

Immediately your guard, Chuuyou, came to your side as the gates of Sunagakure opened for them like a lion’s maw. The wind whipped at your face and threatened to grain your eyes with sand.

“Are you all right, my lady?” he asked.

“Yes.” You opened your fan to conceal your face. “Let’s hurry before the wind picks up…”

Together, Kankuro and Chuuyou led you to the gates. Like a mythical palace, they creaked open, loud and ancient. Guards nodded to Kankuro as the three of you passed, followed by the one-hundred thirty. The gates roared closed. The wind ceased howling.

“I hate this part,” Kankuro said beside you. “It’s a five-minute walk once you get past the gate.”

“We were in a coach for a whole day,” You said, closing your fan to tape on your shoulder, looking up at him. “I thought you’d be relieved, like me.”

“So I’m lazy — sue me.”

You chuckled. You liked Kankuro. Throughout the trip, he had begun to remind you a bit of your older brother, Hideo.

Light from the interior of the village spilled through, illuminating the walkway. Two more people waited.

A blonde woman strode to Kankuro. “Finally,” she said. She smiled and bowed to you. “Hello, Lady (Y/n). We’re so pleased to welcome you to our village.”

“Just (Y/n), please!”

She raised from her bow, surprised.

“She insisted, Temari,” Kankuro said. “Leave the formalities to the old geezers.”

“Kankuro!” the man beside Temari chastised.

Kankuro only snickered as Temari regained composure. “Well, if you’re comfortable. My name is Temari.”

“The Kazekage sister!”

“Yes.” She seemed charmed by your naivety. She motioned to the man behind her. “And this is Baki.”

The man beside her bowed, half of his face hidden by a sheet. “A pleasure.”

“Hello …”

Temari’s eyes roved over what sat cradled in your arms. “And you brought something!”

You offered it to her. “A gift for the Lord Kazekage.”

It was a cactus of rich chartreuse, secured in a simple pot. Its spiked leaves raised skyward, growing eagerly from its soil.

“Oh, he’ll love it.” She took it from you. “My brother loves cacti. How did you know?”

“I’ve heard rumors.”

“It’s so thoughtful of you!” Temari said, voice high and adorable. She motioned for you to follow. “Let’s get you to the council. The sooner they meet you, the sooner we can show you to your quarters for some well-deserved rest, hm? Besides, they’ve been dying to meet you.”

“One of them, especially,” Kankuro added.

Sunagakure opened up to you. It depressed into its cavern, with buildings standing tall and stable with stucco. Domed buildings were adorned with tiny, spherical windows. You still preferred your village, with its swirling sandstone and elegant sandcastles, but Suna proved impressive in its own right.

“I’m just happy to see another female after so long,” You said as you followed.

This made Temari chuckle. “Sorry. I would’ve gone myself to collect, but …”

“She never leaves my brother’s side if she can help it,” Kankuro said. “I can’t believe she’s getting married —“

Temari shot him a glare, and he reeled back.

“Don’t fight,” Baki ordered from behind you. “Do I need to remind you two that we have a guest?”

“You’re getting married?” You asked. “How nice! So I’m not alone!”

Clever, girl. Father praised in your mind.

Temari blushed. “Yes, well — ahem — this isn’t about me …”

She ushered all of you into a building and led you to its underground, where a room opened up. You stood amazed as statues of previous Kazekages rose high into the ceiling. A round table sat at the center of the room and sat around it were robed elders. The council.

“Oh!” one of them, the only woman, squealed. “She’s arrived! Address her, my lord!”

A man turned to see you.

Gaara.

You had never seen him in person. Immediately, his ringed eyes, turquoise eyes, captivated yours. A strange kanji tattooed his forehead. Otherworldly, save for the red hair common of those in the desert. He’s … cute.

He’s killed people? He’s not even that tall …

Nervous, you bowed. “My lord.” You rose in time to see him return the favor.

“She’s brought a gift for you, Lord Kazekage!” the woman elder exclaimed.

Temari smiled and gave it to him.

Gaara — Gaara blushed.

You recovered from your surprise. “I know you must already have so many, but …”

“No,” he said. He petted the side of the pot, seeming genuinely touched. “It’s all right … Thank you.”

You nodded and heard Father’s voice. Yes, all according to plan …

“You are very beautiful,” he said.

You fiddled with your fingers. The council members murmured, hearts in their eyes. So distracted were you by Gaara and your own thoughts that you didn’t see the female elder come between the two of you.

“Oh, Lady (Y/n),” she said breathlessly. “I am Ikanago.” She took your hand. “Come, come, sit with us.”

“Lady —“

“Lady Temari, please excuse yourselves from the room,” Ikanago hastened. “We must consult with Lady (Y/n) and Lord Kazekage.”

Temari, Baki, and Kankuro looked to Gaara for help.

“It will only be a moment,” Gaara assured them with a smile. “Afterward, you can show Lady (Y/n) to her quarters.”

They bowed to him.

“Very well,” Temari said. “Come on …”

They filed out, leaving only Chuuyou at the entryway, refusing to leave you.

This didn’t seem to bother Ikanago. “Come, come, take my seat!” she said, ushering you into it.

There were several members, only one who looked to be younger than fifty; you remembered Kankuro’s comments of old geezers.

“I am Ebizo.”

“I am Goza.”

More introduced themselves, becoming a mad soup of names you were not sure you would remember later — Ryusa, Sajo, Tojuro — though one of them did not introduce himself, engrossing in papers in front of him and refusing to look up.

“Joseki!” Ikanago was scandalized. “Don’t be rude!”

“Merely overseeing the council,” he replied coolly.

“Lady (Y/n) will surely not mind one of us being silent,” Ebizo joked. “I am sure this is overwhelming for the young lady.”

“Oh no,” You assured. “Not at all …”

Gaara came to sit beside you and Ikanago squealed.

“Already acting like a couple, I see!” she said. “We’re all so honored to have you here. There’s much to discuss …”

“This is insane!” Temari paced the outer hall of the council room. “What are those fossils thinking, marrying Gaara off like this?”

“Let’s just try to be positive, Temari,” Kankuro encouraged, head following Temari to and fro. “(Y/n) seems nice enough. Maybe it’ll work out?”

“Kankuro’s right,” Baki said, leaning against the wall. “It is our responsibility to —“

“I don’t trust any of this.” Temari continued to stomp-pace. “Even if (Y/n) seems nice, our father warned me about Lord Boutoku; he’s crazy. And prideful. Great combination.”

Kankuro sighed. “Temari —“

“Not to mention his reputation for having a ferocious temper, and how quickly he puts dissenters to death,” Temari went on. “No matter how badly we’ve treated their village, it should’ve never come to this!”

“I agree, but the council assisted on this, Temari,” Baki pressed. “With your marriage to Shikamaru on the horizon and, ah,” Baki turned to Kankuro, “Kankuro … second in line, Lord Kazekage has to start thinking about the future. It’s time for him to consider a family. The line is in peril.”

“Our willingness to share resources with the Oasis village is a good idea,” Kankuro added. “I just hope they like each other. She even bought a cactus for him. That was sweet.”

“I’ll make sure that thing’s checked for any and all poisons we have recorded in the directory,” Temari snapped. “Or anything else.”

“Temari!”

Kankuro clicked his tongue. “That’s kinda harsh, don’t you think?”

“Can’t be too careful.” Temari stopped at the window, arms crossed. “It’s not (Y/n) I don’t trust — it’s that tyrant of a father she has.” She sighed. “I’ll be staying in the sand for a few weeks; I just know something’s bound to go wrong. But at least Gaara probably won’t touch that cactus.”

Gaara caressed the cactus, avoiding the prickles while the council hounded you.

“We’ll be forever grateful to Lord Boutoku for allowing us access to his oasis,” Ebizo said before hurrying to add, “After the two of you have married, of course.”

“Have you ever seen it, Lady (Y/n)?”

“Um” You said, “well, no, but —“

“Oh, surely she has!”

“Lord Boutoku guards all his secrets. We will also have access to any hiden and secret techniques, correct?”

“Um —“

“Surely we will!” Ikanago went on. “We’re blessed to have a lady of such renowned blood join our village!”

“This marriage will bear extraordinary fruit.”

“About that,” Gaara said, setting aside the cactus.

The room grew quiet as heads turned to him.

“I am aware some women are given away against their will.” Gaara turned to you. “I would like to know if this arrangement is as consensual as I was told.”

You blinked. You thought of your mother, given away to your lord father by your poverty-stricken grandparents. It was lucky for them that Father took a liking to her — and fell in love. But how many of those stories ended happily?

You were … flattered.

“Oh, Lord Kazekage, I’m sure —“

“I would like to have it confirmed by Lady (Y/n), Lady Ikanago,” Gaara cut her off.

The council waited for an answer.

“I … thank you, Lord Kazekage, for thinking of me,” You said. “But, yes. I am here because I want to be.”

And …

Gaara eyed you, and for a second you wondered if he using some sort of shinobi intuition to read the things you fought to conceal. He nodded seconds later, satisfied.

“That’s a lovely necklace, Lady (Y/n).” Ikanago was suddenly beside you, leaning forward to admire your pendant. “A gift from your lord father, I presume?”

She came closer to inspect it. Your eyes widened, and you sat back and away from her.

“I — I would appreciate a few moments alone with the Kazekage,” You said a little too loudly. “If you all wouldn’t mind?”

“That sounds reasonable,” Ebizo said.

“Yes, of course!” Ikanago winked as though the two of you were in on a shared secret and followed the other elders out of the room.

The door shut, and the two of you were alone.

All right, (Y/n), it’s time to woo him …

Surely, Father hadn’t expected you to try to poison him so soon. You would have to wait until later, when the two of you were alone — truly alone — perhaps after a day or a few. Intuition stilled your hand.

Still, you could put on some charm.

You smiled gently. You reached for Gaara’s hand, inching toward his …

His hand shied away.

“I …” He watched your hand slink away. “I apologize for their behavior. They are my elders and yet I feel as though sometimes they are much younger than me.” Gaara braved to look up at you. “I hope … you don’t think me cold.”

Taken aback, you shook your head. “No, not at all …”

“I would like to make it clear,” Gaara said, “after the party, I will have my ninja send all the promised resources to your village. Food, weapons, clothing … I would like to make up for how the Oasis has been treated.”

You sat, too stupefied for a timely answer. Your eyes flickered to the kanji on his forehead. This was the ruthless monster who had killed Hideo in cold blood?

“That is … very kind of you, Lord Kazekage,” You murmured.

“I am a man of my word.”

You raised your brows at him, words alluding you.

The doors creaked open.

“All right, Gaara,” Temari said, tone much less formal now the council had disbanded. “The two of you can get to know each other at the party. I’m sure (Y/n) would like to finally rest for today. Let me show her quarters.”

The two of you stood.

“Very well,” Gaara said. He turned to you with a sort of finality. “There has been much bloodshed between our villages. All of it is unnecessary — as with most bloodshed.”

You pulled away a bit. Yes, all of it. You remembered Hideo in vivid detail. Maybe you were being misled? This was all an act.

“I agree,” you said coolly.

You could tell he knew you were offended somehow when he tilted his head.

“I apologize,” he said. “I have —“

“I’ll … take my leave now, Lord Kazekage,” You said with a bow, ready to leave.

Gaara composed himself enough for a slight smile. “Goodbye then. Until tonight.”

You nodded. “Yes.”

Temari, Kankuro, and Baki led you to a building adjacent to what could only be the Kazekage’s office. A modest palace in which you were happy to enter; the sandstorm had settled down, but it was much colder indoors. Baki bid the three of you farewell to care for other business, leaving you in the care of the siblings.

Temari led you to a single room and threw the doors open.

“And this is your stay!”

You walked in. It was a large room with a canopy bed risen on a dais. You would have a window, and wide-leafed plants sat to and fro to liven up the space. There was a mat, a desk, a night stand …

You turned to them, confused. “This isn’t a master bedroom.”

“No, it isn’t.” Temari followed your sentiment. “Is something wrong?”

“Well, it’s just …” You faced the bed again. “I thought I would be sleeping with Lord Kazekage. Is this where he sleeps?”

Temari grew wide-eyed and stammering, her face red. Your comment had even gotten to Kankuro, whose cheeks tainted pink.

“You — will be separate, of course,” Temari said. “Until after the wedding, that is.”

You nodded to conceal your disappointment. So this would be trickier than you thought. The training your father had insisted you partake in included many things, none of them true espionage; your weak constitution meant you had never gotten an opportunity to train as a shinobi like your brother. Instead, one of your skills included how to kill a man in his sleep, in his private quarters and, if need be, during sex. Because of said “training” you weren’t a virgin, but you never considered yourself taken either. You thought it was … nice, in a way; your father had wanted you to know how to protect yourself, even if his methods had been a bit … questionable. But how would this work if you couldn’t get the Kazekage alone? You would have to sneak into his quarters, but that would only look more suspicious.

“I see,” You sighed. “Well … I certainly hope I can please the Kazekage when the time comes.”

Temari looked ready to faint. Kankuro snickered into his knuckles.

“I thank you for the room anyway,” You said, smiling. “I’m sure I’ll be comfortable here.”

Temari was recovering from her near heart attack, hand at her heart, to breathe out, “I’ll … send some servants to care for you, all right?”

A tinge of sadness. You missed your maids from home who had mothered you so. They had hugged you and cried the day of your departure. You had teared up, too, not knowing when you would see them next. Or, if your mission failed, at all.

You couldn’t tell Temari and Kankuro that, of course. You could tell no one.

“Actually, if you don’t mind …” You said. “I’d like to rest a bit before this party tonight.”

“All right,” Temari said. She held the door open for them to leave. “Don’t forget to shout if you need anything.”

You nodded in understanding. The door closed, and you sank into bed, turning over with a painful moan; how in the world were you meant to do this?

The curtains became your friends; you spread them so they could hide you. You collapsed against the pillows, consumed with your thoughts and, eventually, fell into sleep.

Your ladies fastened you into your yukata for the evening before placing you in front of the mirror to admire yourself.

“You look stunning, Lady (Y/n).”

The scarlet yukata was garnished with hints of beige and brown, thus your turquoise pendant served as a complimentary pop of color. It was fitting; you guessed. The colors were meaningful; you “belonged” to the Kazekage and his family.

You were nothing but a doll.

You thanked your servants and requested they leave you alone with the few minutes you had left to spare. You tinkered with your necklace — only to snatch your hand away, sure that wasn’t a good idea. What were you meant to do? Maybe after the party, everyone would be tired enough that you could make a move? Sneak something into his drink? No, it would be too soon. Who else would be blamed besides you?

A knock at the door. “Lady (Y/n). It’s time.”

The muffled voice was Baki’s. You went to the door, opened it to see him looking the same — flak jacket, sheet covering one eye …

To your surprise, he smiled, and it brought his face to life. He offered you his hand. “You look beautiful.”

You hesitated in taking his hand. Baki lead you out into the dim hallway. Chuuyou, ever your shadow, and a few other oasis guards slipped farther into the darkness.

“Thank you.” You told Baki.

“You’re welcome,” he said. “I apologize for Kankuro and Temari; they’re siblings through and through, always bickering.”

“Oh, they don’t bother me!”

“Still, I thought it would be best if I sent for you instead. They’re busy with Lord Kazekage.”

He led you out of the palace to a rowdier hall nearby the Kazekage’s office. The hall opened into the party — your breath caught in your chest.

It was a long, roofless courtyard. Lines strung with lanterns carried over the space and warded off a night patterned with stars. Nobles dined on tables lined with food and cupped their hands over ears to gossip. Jugglers and dancers amused the party-goers as music — rhythmic drums, frantic tambourines — blared. Despite the festive circumstances, there was something cold in the atmosphere — curt bows and distrustful stares — layering over the event like another coating of paint.

Baki led you, your hand in his, through the courtyard. You blinked and an explosion of color flared behind your lids.

“(Y/n)!”

You spun. Kankuro and Temari wove through the crowd.

“Oh, you look great!” Temari’s voice was sickly sweet as she cupped her hands.

“Love the colors.” Kankuro took a swig from his glass as he admired your yukata. “Real subtle.”

“Our Lord Kazekage will be giving a speech at the end of the night,” Baki said.

“Oh, really?” You said.

“Yeah,” Kankuro said. “I think he’ll be able to give Lord Boutoku a run for his money in the oratory department.”

“But until then, it’ll just be all drinking and festivities.” Temari waved off it off while winking. “You know how it is.”

“Where is Gaara?” You said, looking around. You tensed when you realized your mistake. Lord Kazekage, your classless buffoon, Father reproached. But when no one corrected you, you relaxed.

“We’ll take you to him,” Kankuro said, and the four of you began to change direction.

You looked around; the Sand and Oasis ninja meshed together, acclimating to one another. You recognized council members throughout the crowd, mingling with nobles swilling wine.

“There she is!”

The girlish squeal made you look to your left to see a gaggle of girls storming toward you. They bombarded you with questions. You nearly stumbled over on your heel had Baki not caught you —

“She’s so pretty!”

“When’s the wedding? Is it soon?”

“I wanted to marry the Kazekage! Me!”

“Ladies!” Baki shouted over them, taking you by the shoulder. “One at a time!”

Ninja made beelines toward the scene, alarmed by the sudden swarm. The last thing you saw was the back of Baki’s head as he tried to control the young girls. You lost everyone. Disoriented, you sheltered behind a pillar.

You breathed a sigh of relief —

You sensed the presence of another.

A brunette girl appeared from beyond the column, looking sobered.

“Oh, hello!” You took note of her attire. “You’re a Sand ninja, aren’t you?”

There was no emotion in her eyes to pair with her curt smile. “Hello, Lady (Y/n). I am Matsuri. I am — was … the Kazekage’s student.” She bowed. “Please to meet you.”

“Student?” You parroted. “It — it must’ve been an honor to study under the Kazekage himself …”

“Yes.” Her voice was hardly audible. “It … it was, I —“ Her words caught on something. “Excuse me, I must check on something.”

“Oh, okay, I —“

Your sentence died as Matsuri hurried to rejoin the party’s fray.

She dissolved into the crowd. Had you done something wrong? Something to offend? Stupid girl, Father barked.

You’ll be fine. Remember what father said about your nerves ruining things …

You traipsed into the courtyard from another wing.

Scarlet hair caught your eye. Gaara. He sat in his Kazekage robes of white and turquoise at a long table foreseeing the festivities.

You made your way toward him, only to run into someone new.

“Ah, Lady (Y/n),” said the man. “We meet again.”

You recognized him. Joseki.

You stiffened. “Hello, Elder Joseki.”

Joseki’s eyes narrowed. Disgust and something else — pity — marred his severe face.

“I hope you are enjoying yourself,” he said. “It’s a shame. A lady such as yourself being pawned to our Kazekage in this manner.”

You fought to neutralize your face. An elder, speaking ill of his village head?

Joseki took advantage of your stunned silence to continue. “Let’s hope something of worth comes from this … arrangement.”

“I …” You began. “Elder, I don’t know what you mean.”

Joseki “hmphed” and turned away. “No, I suppose you wouldn’t. I —“

“(Y/n)!” It was Kankuro, followed by Baki. “There you are.”

Joseki paused as they joined the two of you.

“Have we missed something, Elder Joseki?” Baki said coolly. “Surely, Lady (Y/n) doesn’t want to discuss politics on such a joyous occasion.”

“I was just leaving, actually,” Joseki said before turning to you. “I hope you enjoy your time in the Sand, Lady (Y/n).”

“Thank you …” Your voice was weak as Joseki departed.

Why did he say it like that? Like this is just a little vacation for me. Like I’m not here to stay?

“Don’t worry about Joseki,” Kankuro said, leading you away. “He’s not the biggest fan of Gaara.”

“Why?”

Kankuro opened his mouth, only to close it.

“Ah, there he is,” Baki said.

Gaara tilted his kage hat up as other nobles surrounded him, demanding his attention.

“Gaara!” Kankuro called. “I brought your fiance!”

Baki glared at Kankuro as he seated you by Gaara.

“Thank you, Kankuro,” he said before surveying the group. “Where’s Temari?”

“Oh.” Kankuro’s tone was nonchalant. “She just went to take care of some business that came up.”

Gaara nodded. “All right.”

“Let’s leave these two alone so they can get to know each other,” Kankuro whispered to Baki.

An anger vein sprouted on Baki’s head. “Oh, really? Not so you can get drunk?”

“That’s preposterous!”

Baki grumbled as Kankuro led him away from the table. You turned to Gaara. The hat shrouded his features, leaving his eyes in a deep shade.

“I hope you like your yukata,” he said.

You hung your head to feign bashfulness. “Thank you, Lord Kazekage.”

“Though, I wish you had been allowed to choose one you preferred,” he said.

“It’s all right,” You said. “I am a guest in your village. It would only be appropriate for me to don the colors of Suna and forgo my own for a while.”

“All right,” Gaara’s smile was slight, “(Y/n).”

The sound of your name on his lips threw you. Though you had tried to tell everyone to drop formality — and had simply rolled your eyes at Baki ignoring you — something about hearing your name cradled in Gaara’s deep baritone made your stomach whirl.

“Kankuro told me a bit about you,” Gaara went on. “About how your mother … I am sorry.”

You paused in the spotlight. You fought the images that followed; your mother’s lifeless body, her throat slit open. “Th — thank you, Lor —“

“Gaara.”

“Thank you, Gaara.”

Gaara’s eyes cast down to the table. His voice fogged with memory as he said, “I also lost my mother. But it was after my birth. I was never able to know her.”

“I’m sorry.” You reached for his hand, only to retreat, remembering last time.

His eyes trailed up your hand. “I was … sad and confused for a long time. I was very different when I was a child. I didn’t know if I was truly loved by her — or by anyone.”

“That’s insane.” The sharpness in your tone surprised you, as did the passion. “All mothers love their children!”

Gaara paused, charmed. He nodded in agreement with you. “I now know I was always loved.” His smile was faint. “Your mother would be proud of you; you were brave to come here. Perhaps … perhaps it's time for me to be brave.”

He reached forward to take your hand. He gave it an imperceptible squeeze as his hand blanketed your own. A second or two and Gaara moved away, pink coloring his cheeks.

You stared, speechless. This … was the monster Father sent you to kill? You had brushed it off as an act before; men had a way of transforming when they got a woman alone. But no one was around now besides party-goers too involved with themselves to care.

Was he genuine? Could he really be this … sweet?

Kankuro returned to the table, giggling.

“I can’t believe the lack of discipline you’re showing,” Temari stood cross-armed over him. “What if something bad happened just now and Gaara needed your help?”

“Gaara,” Kankuro hiccuped, “is doing just fine!”

He raised his glass, and a servant took the hint, refilling Kankuro’s glass.

“Would anyone else care for refreshments?” the servant asked.

“Not him.” Temari smacked Kankuro over the head with her fan. “Thank you.”

“I would like some.” You raised your glass.

“I second that,” Gaara said. “I feel parched for some strange reason.”

The servant filled your cups and took his leave. You placed the rim of the glass to your lips, flicking your tongue out like a cat to test it, before taking a full sip. It was like no wine you had ever had before. You turned to Gaara who was taking several swigs.

Wine, onigiri, slices of meat and soups came to the table and you all ate. You had no idea how hungry you were until you touched the soup to your lips, hardly waiting for it to become warm before you dove in as politely as you could. You watched Gaara finish his second glass of wine as Temari traded Kankuro’s liquor for water, throwing the red substance behind her back when he wasn’t looking.

“Ah,” Gaara said. “You’ve gotten a bit of rice on your face.”

“Oh?” You said. “Oh, I’m —“

But Gaara had already risen a napkin to your chin, offering it awkwardly before taking it upon himself to wipe the grain away. Your eyes widened at the gesture. You could feel his finger through the cloth, brushing the piece away.

A squeal. “You can just hear the wedding bells!”

Ikanago was approaching the table, flanked by two Sand shinobi. Gaara quickly drew away from you.

“Keep acting like that and you’ll never make it until after the wedding!” Ikanago winked and stumbled away, humming with her wineglass.

“See, Tem — hiccup — mari!” Kankuro said, cheeks tomato red now. “I’m not — hiccup — the only — hiccup — one — hiccup — drinking!”

Temari’s eyebrow twitched. “And that’s a good thing?”

“Temari,” Gaara said. “I think you should enjoy yourself as much as Kankuro. Why don’t you have a drink?”

Temari hesitated, fiddling with a napkin. “Um, well, Gaara, I …”

Gasps from the crowd. Party-goers split down the middle as dancers took to the center, cartwheeling, back-flipping, twirling batons. Already, the enthralled crowd clapped, whooping their approval.

Temari smiled. “I guess this is where the real show starts.”

“A wedding gift from Naruto, I believe,” Gaara elaborated.

Your neck nearly broke as you turned to Gaara. Naruto? The Hokage?

They’re close, remember?

One of the dancers stood right side up. He blew into the night air and flames burst from his mouth to light a torch. The crowd wooed nervously.

“Don’t worry!” the dance said as his fellows gyrated around him. “I’m great with fire!”

He resumed his dance. One of his dancers threw him another torch, which he lit and began to twirl and juggle. Another had a fan she used to whip and literally fan the flames.

“Whaaat? That’s way smaller than Temari’s.” Kankuro turned to you. “Temari’s got a huge fan that’s almost as big as her!”

Your eyebrows raised.“Really?”

Temari dismissed the flattery. “It’s not that impressive.”

“She can glide on it!”

You were amazed. “You have a giant fan you ride on?”

“It’s giant like her!”

Temari clocked Kankuro on the head as Gaara nodded to you. “It’s a part of her skill set as a shinobi.”

You pouted. “I envy you all; I wish I could’ve been a shinobi, but my father always said I was too weak for it…”

It was a second before Gaara changed the subject. “Kankuro told me also that you have a brother?”

You raised your head. “Yes. Hideo …”

“I hope to meet him one day,” he said. “He will be my brother-in-law, after all.”

You sobered. Hideo’s kind face and gentle laugh sounded in your head — a face that was gone and a laugh that was gone because he was gone.

You cleared your throat. “Had a brother.”

The three of them went silent.

Gaara’s expression sobered. “I’m sorry.”

You smiled weakly. “I —“

A yelp. The dancer’s hair had caught on fire. His dancers flocked to him, patting his head to put it out as the crowd bellowed with laughter.

“Oh gods,” You said, feeling second handed embarrassment for him. “I hope he’s okay.”

“Yes …” Gaara said sourly. “I’ll have to tell Naruto about this.”

“Yeah.” Kankuro took a drink. “Let’s not.”

The fires died. The dancers carried their leader away from the courtyard. The four of you continued to bond, Kankuro and Temari explained to you the best they could how their abilities worked, but you could tell they withheld details out of fear of confusing you. It turned out Gaara could actually control sand and that on normal days he carried a gourd of it on his back. All of it sounded so fascinating to you.

“It’s really quite hot, isn’t it?” You said as Gaara traded his wine for water.

He paused. “Are you bothered by it? We could go indoors where it’s cooler.”

“No,” You said, charmed by his concern. Typical desert, really. You’d think I’d be used to it. “I’m fine.”

“Lord Kazekage.” Baki came over, whispered in his ear. “It’s time.”

Gaara nodded, and with a reassuring look to you and his siblings, departed from the table. He and Baki carried on to a small podium. You watched as those in the courtyard grew quiet when he ascended the steps.

The command he has over them all. It was immediate. Of course, he was the Kazekage, but something about the gentle way they seemed to respect him struck you. Nothing like your lord father and the fear he inspired in his subjects.

“Sand shinobi,” Gaara began. “Oasis shinobi. We are siblings in this desert, bonded by a common blood and heritage, and yet we have done nothing but fight one another, with the sand admittedly the aggressor in nearly every conflict. For too long, we have been more than willing to go to war against those we should call family. It ends today. With my marriage to the village head of the Oasis village, Lord Boutoku’s daughter, Lady (Y/n), we put this violent past behind us and strive for a better future. No longer will we squabble over resources both villages need in order to prosper. Instead, we shall share them. One family under one table.”

The crowd broke out in polite applause. You listened, stunned. Where was the quiet boy who could barely hold your hand a few moments ago? His words felt … honest. Heartfelt. Regretful. Hopeful.

“Told you.” Kankuro leaned into your side. “No offense, but he could definitely put your lord father to shame.”

He could, You admitted to yourself.

“And so,” Gaara went on. “After this …”

He paused. You imagined it was all for the sake of theatrics, a simple beat to reign in the attention of the audience —

He stumbled.

Gasps. Murmurs of alarm. The air grew tight.

“Something’s wrong,” Temari said.

Gaara caught himself, holding to the microphone with heavy-lidded eyes.

What? But what happened? You hadn’t —

Panic seized you. Your mind reeled back. The cactus. What was it the botanist had said?

“Oh yes, some strands are incredibly toxic upon touch, oh yes … Us who handle them must all be very careful with the specimens we interact with, yes …”

Oh no.

Gaara stumbled again, only to tip over and faint.

“Gaara!” Temari and Kankuro cried in unison. They abandoned the table and teleported, in flashes, to the stage.

Baki was there, intercepting it all, along with several other Sand shinobi as the courtyard erupted in panic.

All the while, you stood there, absorbing the chaos, knowing it was only a matter of time before heads turned to you.

#gaara x reader #gaara x you #gaara x y/n #gaara smut #naruto x reader #naruto x y/n #naruto x you

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devilruin · 2 years

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Invertito La Giustizia

Pairing — yandere capitano x gn reader

Summary — you've never been disloyal to the tsaritsa — you have never stepped out of line, caused trouble, or tarnished her ideals, because you know better than anyone else that the one time you do will be the last.

Warnings — general yandere warnings, mild violence, vague mentions of captivity

Post Type — full length work

Word Count — 1.7k

Author’s Comments — (capitano lovers come get your food!) who's a fatui fucker? yep that's right it's me. please hyv let him use the electro skirmisher model…

Within Zapolyarny Palace, there are many secret passageways. Some lead outside towards the night market, while others lead deeper into the ice, evermore closer to celestial blasphemy. Each corridor looks the same — tall icy walls, with the occasional hanging lamp for light — and if you’re not careful, you’ll end up walking in circles for hours on end. These uniform halls serve a dual purpose as a maze for those led astray (often with negative intentions), and as a trap for foolish trespassers. Which is why Her Royal Highness had all the written records of this frozen labyrinth destroyed long ago.

“These stupidly complex passageways are going to be the death of me I swear…”, letting out a deep sigh, you press your back against one of the frozen walls, and slowly sink to the floor. Being a low-ranking member of the Fatui had its perks — a tidy place to stay with regular warm meals and hundreds of people to socialize with is hard to pass up as an orphan. Yet in all of your years here, the only friend you have is Alyona.

Alyona, the absentee.

The chilly wind has your teeth clattering against each other, and you click your tongue in irritation. Anger fuels the strength in your legs, and you quickly stand, ready to move at a moment’s notice. You take two steps forwards before your left knee buckles under you, leaving you kneeling at the foot of a lamp. The candle’s flame sways languidly, almost as if it’s laughing at your predicament.

“I swear once I find her…!” , your gloved hands bundle into fists, stretching the thick leather till it cracks, yet you’re far too ticked off to care. Just the idea of wandering around these identical pathways for another two hours, looking for Alyona in a frozen maze, makes your blood boil with rage. Why do you have to be the one to find her again? She’s always ‘missing’ from her squadron anyway, so why do they care where she is now? Another deep sigh drags through your lips, as giving up was never an option — your legs follow your mind’s order to ‘get up and continue searching’.

The deep passageways begin to merge and dissipate within the blink of an eye.

“Tsaritsa, I wish I had a map. It’s so annoying to crawl around like a mindless cockroach. There’s nothing special about this place anyway, so I don’t see why — oof!” A sudden impact cuts off your stream of complaints. Whatever hit you was far too warm to be a wall, yet before you can turn to identify the object, it latches onto you with incredible force.

“There you are [First]!” It’s Alyona, her eyes brimming with excitement as she wraps her arms around your shoulders. “I was looking all over for you, you know?”, she bats her eyes and teasingly squeezes your upper arm, hoping to get a reaction.

Even though you’re exhausted and irked beyond belief, you gladly welcome her affection with a light chuckle. “That’s my line, you troublemaker! Honestly, do you even know how…” Half-heartedly, you ‌begin to give her a piece of your mind when a calm, deep voice beats you to it.

“What are you two doing here?”

Immediately Alyona and you stand as straight as a board. In front of you is one of the eleven harbingers — larger-than-life figures that run the Fatui like a well-oiled machine. There’s no telling what consequences might follow should you disrespect them.

“Lord Capitano, sir!”, even though your voice is still slightly hoarse from yelling, you salute first, and Alyona messily copies your action. Like a child mimicking their parent, the results are sloppy: she holds her elbow too high (it should have been level with her shoulders) and the cleanliness of her suit leaves much to be desired. Still, she hurriedly follows your actions. The two of you hold the salute like sculptures, and as your lungs burn from holding your breath, the primal urge to flee swims through your fear-induced mind. Out of all the people you could have run into, it just had to be him; ‘The Captain’ of the Fatui. As the main military leader within the Fatui, he’s well respected for his decisiveness in the field, and strategic planning off the field. To see his imposing figure standing before you, scanning your face for any traitorous signs, sends ripples of shame down your spine.

Capitano seems unimpressed by your demonstration of a proper Fatui salute, having seen an actual one at least a few dozen times per day, and moves closer instead.

“I’ll ask again.”, this time his voice is still, and the pressure he gives out is suffocating. The air around you feels thin, making you gasp for oxygen in the enclosed space. “What are the two of you doing here?”

His tone of voice clarifies that there’s no room for lies; there’s no way to worm the two of you out of this one. Your only choice is to confess, to tell him that the two of you were…

Alyona quickly lifts her head to respond, “[First] and I were heading towards the barracks, sir!” Willingly, she places the spotlight on herself — confidence oozing out of her every pore — choosing to burden herself with a major role. Like an actress on stage, she must recite her lines perfectly, as a single mistake would reveal her little performance.

Capitano’s eyes seem to crinkle behind the darkness of his mask, and as he shifts his weight to one side, his head slowly rocks back and forth. At this moment, he has become a judge within this court of ice. One of his arms smoothly crosses itself over his torso, his large palm wrapping around his upper arm as he silently considers the validity of her statement.

“Were you now?”, his feet twitch with every syllable, almost as if the deadliest poison laces his words. He’s undoubtedly displeased with your behavior, and you’re positive that he is silently ruminating on your demise. The palpable tension in the air coils around your neck, threatening to squeeze out what little breath you still have. Yet before the depths of terror can swallow you whole, there’s a slight tug at the hem of your jacket. Alyona’s small, shaking hand had reached out and grabbed you, reminding you of the most important fact: you’re not alone.

Courage bubbles up from deep with you, helping you find the resolve to look directly into his eyes and respond. “Yes, we were sir!”, your words come out clear, like a cleanly cut crystal. It’s a stark contrast to Alyona with her hidden right hand — still trembling from Capitano’s piercing gaze. His intense stare scrutinizes the both of you, skeptical of your true intentions.

He won’t fall for it. He knows better than to place his trust in the words of lowly grunts.

“Then…”, he pauses, visibly disappointed with your reactions, “Why are you in the Eastern Wing of the palace when the barracks are in the South Wing, Sergeant Alyona and Sergeant [First]?”, it’s only a single sentence, yet it rips away all forms of security.

You had lied.

To him.

Neither of you can formulate a response that will save you from the hole you’ve dug. The best that you can do is buy time with your stammering. “That is…”, you really wished you could come up with something, anything, to placate his anger. Yet, all excuses fell short on your tongue.

“Do you have no explanation for your actions, including answering a commanding officer dishonestly?” Capitano throws out one last line — morally thinner than a strand of spider silk — for either of you to hold on to. It’s a meager attempt at fishing out the truth, yet it’s painstakingly obvious that it does not matter.

“I see… very well, then.”, his baritone voice reverberates within the confined space. Mind evidently made up as he strides into your personal space. Before either of you can react, a wide, black gloved hand snaps upwards, harshly grabbing Alyona’s upper arm.

“I will tell Pantalone to transfer Sergeant Alyona to Sandrone immediately.” Alyona’s legs lock into place, while her eyes frantically shift around, looking for a way to escape from his clutches.

“My Lord, you couldn’t possibly mean…!”

“You have tarnished the honor of the Fatui far too many times, Alyona Chepliev.” There’s no room for arguing with him, and instead of wasting her breath on excuses, she spins on her heel to face you.

“[First]! Help me, I don’t want to go to Lady Sandrone! She’s…” Yet before she can finish her pleading, an agile chop connects with the side of her neck, and knocks her unconscious. Capitano barely spares her a glance as he throws her inanimate body over his left shoulder.

“As for you…”, he silently trails off, obviously contemplating what horrible designation he should assign to you. He could leave you with Il Dottore, where he would subject you to a myriad of gruesome experiments. Or he may throw you into the hands of Pierro, who will exploit your every weakness in the name of ‘victory’. Either way, you’re doomed.

“From now on,” your teeth grind against each other in anticipation, “You will be under my command.” Your disbelief is in bold letters across your face, as you crane your head upwards with a matching pair of full-blown eyes and a slack jaw.

Capitano takes your silence as acknowledgement of his judgment, still walking a few feet ahead of you, when he continues his verdict on your transgressions.

"I will thoroughly embed the meaning of honor, to both oneself and one’s god, into you. Once you are free from the confines of your weaknesses, then I will acknowledge you as one of mine.”

“However, know this Sergeant [First]…”, swiftly, he turns on his heel, coming face-to-face with you in a blink of an eye. The encompassing air stills for a moment, sending a biting chill through your veins. One of his clawed fingers reaches out, quietly stroking the apple of your right cheek. He’s close enough to see and feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, yet it brings no comfort to your shaking figure as he gives you one final warning.

“There will be no second chances.”

𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤(𝐬) 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤(𝐬) 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐈 - 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 (𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨) 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

#✒️— syl writes #🫀 — full-length #🩸 — capitano #gn reader #tw;captive #tw;darkcontent #tw;violence #tw;yandere #yandere genshin #yandere genshin impact #yandere capitano #yandere capitano x reader #yandere genshin x reader

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bad-traffic-smp-ideas · 8 months

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insomnia(c) life

nobody is allowed to sleep irl for 24 hours before the session starts

there are no in-game beds. you cannot sleep. phantoms are still a thing.

so, about an hour into the first session, 1-4 phantoms spawn for nearly every single player all at once.

the only way to reset phantom spawning is to die (since you cant sleep), and otherwise they will increase in number every ingame night

scar starts selling phantom repellent crystals. tango and impulse and etho and scott hide underground. grian's constantly fending off phantoms from scar while scar's chasing fairies. ren and martyn end up in a puddle underground like they did when they first met in 3rd life under the same circumstances. this inspires them to start dogwarts part 2, which pearl, lizzie, and mumbo are determined to shut down due to the horrors they heard it caused the first time, and they hire cleo to commit some arson for them. pearl is in her natural habitat and is the most feared member of the server. her only allies are scott and bigb. speaking of bigb, grian's trying to do secret soulmates again, and jimmy and joel are trying their hardest to get him to stop and be normal about bigb, but scar's just encouraging him. joel ends up killing scar and then scar declares war on joel. lizzie finds out about this and at first is lke oh ok but then jimmy's like you two are literally married and then something clicks in lizzie's head. she takes cleo, mumbo, and pearl, and they plan this really elaborate arsony trap for scar that fails horribly when they left pearl to set it up but pearl was actually the boogeyman. scar is the only one who survives. this was not pearl's intention. she decides this man must be stopped. i dont have any more ideas for that part so we're moving on. ren's game crashes at one point and martyn just cries. etho somehow manages to put himself into an etho hopper clock and bdubs is the one who has to figure out what to do with him. oh i forgot about bdubs— bdubs is sufferring and decides to make it cleo's problem. cleo suffers so much from this that she has to be swapped out with gem for a session, who is not sleep deprived, and is just incredibly confused

bonus: no caffiene or anything allowed. extra bonus: except for the boogeymen. they can have caffiene and stuff

This reads like some sort of phantom-centric apocalyptic fanfiction and I'm in love with it <3

#IT'S SO ?!?!?#WHOA.#bad traffic idea #ask #trafficblr #good idea

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kimbappykidding · 1 year

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Imagine liking DK but him being so oblivious he thinks your crush is on Mingyu

You smiled every time you saw DK. You just couldn't help it! He was one of the nicest guys you'd ever met and you fell for him hook line and sinker. It all started the first game night you spent with Seventeen. You were friends with Wonwoo and Mingyu and not being the most social they invited you over. You came rather nervously but DK made you feel at ease immediately. He was friendly, sweet and SO funny. You laughed more that night than you ever had before and that's when you knew you fancied DK. You weren't very good at keeping secrets though and both Wonwoo and Mingyu figured out your crush almost immediately. Wonwoo wasn't too bad, he was quietly supportive and would shoot you small subtle smiles when you and DK had a good interaction...Mingyu on the other hand was so obvious! He'd full-on grin anytime he saw the two of you together and several times DK had caught him staring at you. It was the exact same tonight. You were at an event and Seventeen were there. You were stood with Mingyu by the bar when Dk walked in wearing a suit that nearly made you drop your glass. Mingyu only just managed to catch it and proceeded to tease you for being clumsy. He then slipped and dropped the glass leaving you both wheezing in laughter. Dk looked over and smiled to see you two having fun but had no idea he'd caused it. Then later on you were dancing with a few of the members when a slow song came on. Everyone slowly started pairing up and when you saw Dk was nearby you grabbed Mingyu "dance with me". He heard the panicked tone in your voice and quickly realised why when he saw DK nearby. "Hey DK can you dance with y/n? I need to go see Joshua and she's scared to find a partner". You went bright red and glared at Mingyu. DK nodded and stepped towards you. You sent Mingyu a final glare before turning back to DK with a smile. He was so sweet and even more handsome up close. You could barely look him in the eye and got flustered every time he asked you a question. To make things worse Mingyu was watching you across the hall grinning and giving you the thumbs-up sign. You mouthed something to him, thinking DK hadn't noticed but he did "who was that to?" he laughed and turned. "Ahhh Mingyu" he said and you nodded "yeah he can be so...annoying sometimes". DK nodded "I get that, I can be annoying too". You shook your head "no you're cute and playful he's...very different" with a sigh. DK smiled and nodded. After a few dances, you left to go find Mingyu. He saw you coming and tried to disappear but you followed him. "Oh no you're not going anywhere!" you said grabbing his arm. You smiled at the other idols who passed and then pulled Mingyu to one side "give me three reasons why I shouldn't kill you?". "1. because you know you wanted to dance with him" Mingyu said making you blush. "2. because it was so funny seeing your face and 3. because you pretend to be annoyed by me but you find me adorable..admit it". "I will do no such thing!" you cried but you were smiling. Mingyu nodded "sure looks like it" and booped your nose before moving away. You sighed watching him go when you felt someone beside you and turned to see Dk. "Dk!" you cried "how long have you been there?". "A few seconds" he said "why?" noticing you were bright red. "Did you overhear anything Mingyu and I said?". Dk smiled looking down "don't worry I already know all about that" he said and you froze "you do?". Dk nodded "it's pretty obvious y/n so I've known for a while. Why didn't you tell me how you felt?". You couldn't believe Dk knew all about your feelings for him or how nonchalant he was being. You blushed even more "I wanted to I just didn't know what sort of reaction I'd get". Dk nodded "it's okay, does he know?". "He?" you asked and Dk laughed "yeah Mingyu? The guy you have a crush on! I might not pick up on things easily but it's so clear you're into him". Your eyes widened as you realised that was whom DK meant. "You think I like Mingyu?" you asked laughing. Dk smiled "don't try and deny it y/n! You just admitted it" Dk said. You realised Dk did think you'd done that and if you suddenly changed your mind he'd wonder who you really did like so you sighed. "You got me..." and DK grinned "I knew it!". You laughed nervously at how happy Dk seemed, "you've totally got a good shot! The two of you are always laughing together and I think he really likes you!". "Fingers crossed" you smiled. "So I saw you talking to DK" Mingyu said later and you nodded "yeah about that, he thinks I'm into you and I told him I was to avoid telling him I liked him...do you wanna get a drink?". "Sure!" Mingyu smiled "wait what?". You explained the situation and Mingyu sighed "y/n! That would've been a great time to tell him you liked him". Mingyu carried on "no DK I'm actually into you! That's all you had to say".You groaned "you make it sound so easy!". "Because it is!" Mingyu replied laughing and you groaned "okay but I didn't and so are you going to pick on me or be a good friend?". Mingyu sighed "good friends...but wait what's your plan? Do we have to pretend to be a couple or something?". "Ew gross!" you said without meaning to and then paused "sorry?". "Yes sorry!" Mingyu cried "I'm a great guy y/n". "I know but you and Wonwoo are basically my brothers so it's gross to think anyone finds you attractive". Mingyu laughed "fairs but what do we do? Does this mean you're never going to tell Dk you like him?". You shook your head "no I will tell him one day but I just need more time so him thinking I like you will do just that. It will buy me time". Mingyu nodded "okay sounds good" when Dk appeared. "Hey do either of you know where Jun is?". You both shook your head "why what's up?" you asked. Dk shook his head "he was meant to be splitting a taxi with me but he's disappeared". "Well we can split one with you" you offered and he smirked "nope I think I'll leave the two of you alone" and with a wink he walked away. You sighed "to do god knows what!". A week later you were back around at the Seventeen house but still had no plan. Mingyu had been teasing you about it to no end and you'd spent most of the evening bickering with him playfully. The tall bully left to go to the bathroom which was just enough time for DK to slip into the seat beside you. "So I've been thinking about your situation" he said and your heart immediately began to speed up "you have?". DK nodded "yes and I think I can help you" Dk said smirking and you blanked your mind coming up with so many different scenarios "with Mingyu?" you asked and Dk laughed "yes with Mingyu! You've got it so bad for him you get flustered every time I bring him up". You laughed pretending that was the reason you could never think straight with such a handsome man sat right in front of you "so how can you help me?". "I can help you and Mingyu get together, I know what he likes in girls and I can give you tips. You don't seem to know how to flirt, all you do is glare at him". You tried to stop yourself from laughing but couldn't. "It's true!" Dk said and you smiled "you're right and I'd appreciate any help DK". He grinned "great, how about we meet up tomorrow morning and go for a coffee? I can pick you up from yours at 10?". "Sounds great" you smiled. Dk smiled "great" and then saw Mingyu coming back "gotta go and don't worry I'll keep it a secret" he said winking at you. Mingyu sat back down and smiled "so...why are you bright red?". You met up with DK the following morning despite your best judgement. You knew this couldn't end well. He was literally meeting up with you, to pair you off with his close friends but still you went. Dk got there after you, always slightly late, and smiled when he saw you. You felt your cheeks heat up and thanked your past self for buying a cold drink. "Y/n hey!" Dk said hugging you "it's great to see you, you look fantastic!". There was nothing you could do to stop the blush after that. "Thanks so do you" you managed and DK beamed "thank you this is a new top!" sinking into the seat across from you "so...Mingyu". While you were meant to be there to discuss Mingyu you found yourself just talking for over 2 hours and were pleasantly surprised how natural it felt. You worried, having never met up alone before, this might be awkward or strange but Dk just brought out a happy side in you and you felt like you'd known him all your life. DK seemed to be enjoying himself too and when he saw the time he gaped "y/n it's 1 o'clock! We've been here for 3 hours". You smiled "I know but it barely feels like 1 hour". DK nodded "It does! I never knew scheming was this much fun" and you nodded "yeah let's do this again". DK nodded "totally, how does Tuesday evening sound to you?". So you and DK began meeting up 2 -3 times a week to "talk about Mingyu". When in reality you'd discuss him for 15 minutes and then spend the rest of the time just talking or hanging out. You had so much fun with DK and the meet-ups soon changed from meetings to just hangouts. You'd been mini-golfing and to the cinema and your latest one found you at a bar together. DK claimed you had to go out drinking together seeing as you'd never seen each other drunk and so you agreed. He could've suggested you both travel to Mars and you would've agreed, you were that lost in it. You had tried to subdue your crush on him but had failed spectacularly. Now you found yourself in a bar with the man of your dreams who thought you liked his friend and that wasn't the worst part. There were a group of girls who were clearly also interested in DK. They kept checking their phones and looking at him making you suspect they knew he was a kpop star. Seeing them stare at him made you extremely jealous. You knew this wasn't a date but how did the girls just assume it wasn't? They were making it so obvious too! Any time he went up to the bar they did too. When they walked past one of them "accidentally" stumbled into him to get his attention. DK unsurprisingly was pretty oblivious but as you saw two of them agree to come over your heart sank. They confidently walked up to DK and smiled acting as if you didn’t even exist. "Hey would you like to dance with us?". DK paused confused "me?". "Yeah you!" one of the two laughed "you're hot". DK blushed looking down "oh well I'm not too sure...". "You're from that Kpop group right?" one of the girls asked and you could tell from DK's reaction this wasn't the right thing to say. "Yeah I am..." he said looking crestfallen but the girls didn't notice. "That's so cool we love Kpop" the leader said "and we're great dancers. Why don't we show you?". You could see DK was uncomfortable and felt angry they'd upset him. "Look, do you really think a guy as good-looking, talented, funny and successful would be here on a Friday night without a girl to dance with? He's taken so clear off!". The girls all shot you glares but walked away. DK's eyes flickered to you and back down again "thanks y/n...I hate when girls are only interested in me when they know I'm an idol". You paused "does it happen a lot?". He shrugged "yeah sometimes...it's just shit you know. Not knowing if a girl is asking to dance with you because she actually likes you or because she wants fortune and fame". You shook your head "well I can't imagine anyone who wouldn't just want to dance with you for you" you said "I do". DK smiled "thanks y/n. Mingu is going to be a really lucky guy...when you work up the courage to actually tell him". You laughed along pleased to see DK's smile was back. There was definitely a chemistry between you and DK but neither of you commented on it and you just kept meeting up weekly to hang out and spend time together. DK still thought you liked Mingyu though and so when it was Mingyu's birthday he decided this would be the night you'd tell Mingyu the truth. You weren't sure why DK thought now was a good time but he was adamant and kept encouraging you to do it from the moment you walked in. "Looking wonderful as ever" DK said coming over to you "actually more than usual, have you been working out?". You blushed smiling "coming from, you are aware I can see your arms in that jacket right?". DK smiled "good come back, now go try it out on Mingyu!" Dk said and you sighed "I need a drink first". "Y/n..." Dk whined and you pouted "I just got here! please Dk! Just one?". Dk couldn't say no to anyone so he agreed to one drink...and one more after that and then another after that until the two of you were pretty tipsy. There were other people around but you and Dk were sat apart from them giggling together. "I don't know why you're so nervous to tell Mingyu" Dk said suddenly turning serious "there's no way anyone would reject you y/n". You shrugged "well you have to say that, you're my friend". "Nope I mean it!" Dk said "there's no way Mingyu will say no so just go ask him". You sighed "don't you get nervous when asking someone out? No matter how many times someone tells you to go for it there's always that voice in the back of your head telling you not to". Dk nodded "yeah I get that but you're beautiful y/n. You're hilarious and so impressive and cool. I can't think of anything more a guy would want and I'm not saying that as your friend but as me". "Really?" you asked and Dk nodded "yes! Y/n you're amazing so just go for it!". "Okay" you nodded and kissed him. Dk had drunk a lot so he didn't work out what was happening for a few seconds. When he did he pulled away "I didn't mean that!". You shook your head "I know but you told me to go for it so I did". "I meant with Mingyu, the guy you like" Dk said laughing "how drunk are you?". "Pretty drunk but not drunk enough to forget who I like...I like you Dk. It's always been you". Dk's smile disappeared as he realised you weren't joking. "But Mingyu...". "I lied" you admitted, "you asked me if I liked Mingyu and I panicked. I wanted to tell you then but I was too scared to and I was such a coward I kept it going for weeks. I'm so sorry for lying to you Dk". "So operation Mingyu and all the stuff we did for that?" Dk asked. "I just did it to spend time with you which I know sounds so weird but I promise I didn't mean for it to be like that" you said. Dk nodded but didn't say anything.

"Dk?" you prompted him when it went on a while and he looked at you. "Please just say something" you said and he chuckled "I'm just having trouble processing it. You and Mingyu made sense but me and you...". Your stomach sank as he trailed off "so you don't like me?". Dk jumped "are you kidding? You're the most perfect girl I can think of". "I am?" you asked and Dk nodded "of course! Didn't you hear what I said earlier?". You blushed "I did but I wasn't sure if you were being nice". "I wasn't" Dk said "I meant everything I said". You shook your head "wow to hear you say that is amazing". DK smiled to see you blush "I'm really the one you want?" he asked. "The only one I want" you said and kissed him. Dk was ready this time and he didn't pull away. He let himself enjoy the kiss and could tell you meant it. You kissed him like you'd been waiting to do this for ages and when you pulled away you were both grinning.

The two of you might not have been aware there was anybody else in the world but they rest of the world was aware of you. Wonwoo and Mingyu had been watching and got all the guy's attention. They erupted into cheers and clapping. Dk was embarrassed so he buried his head in your shoulder and wrapped his arms around you. You gladly leant into him and welcomed the embrace. Mingyu gave you the thumbs-up sign and Wonwoo smiled like a proud dad. "They knew?" Dk asked and you blushed "I think everyone knew...I was quite obvious". "Wow I really am oblivious" Dk said and you nodded "you are!". Dk smiled "but I know now" and he gave you a look that sent a shiver down your spine. "You do" you nodded and leaned in once more.

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DK is the most adorable idol and I love him so much 😭😭😭

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