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deepdarkdelights · 3 years

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Solar Eclipse (Hoseok x Reader)

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Word Count: 16.9k

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Stalking, Obsession, Forced Relationships, Fear, Panic/Anxiety, Devious Intentions, Talks about Mental Health, Mentions of Suicide, Dub Con, Forced Implants, Death, The Afterlife, Heights, Jumping from Heights

I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals.

Preview: His smile drifted away, it was like watching the moon slip over the sun into a solar eclipse. The Hoseok you were left with was one that had a cold, stricken expression that bled disbelief.

This look on his face, although more genuine than anything else you had seen, was capable of sending your entire body into a panicked frenzy. Something in the back of your mind was telling you, no, begging you to run. The instincts that had been fostered in you from generations before were telling you this man was dangerous, and you were better off fleeing than sticking around to see what would happen.

“I dare you, say that to me one more time baby and you won’t like what happens next.”

A/N: This was supposed to be 10k...how did we get here. This story was heavily inspired by Beautiful Accident and Wonderful Nightmare! Both amazing movies I recommend that never fail to get me in my feels. I hope you enjoy this wild ride! See you in the comments! 💜💜💜

Your hands were hurting again.

The light from your computer screen was blaringly bright, causing you to momentarily cease your endless scrolling and remove your glasses from the bridge of your nose. You pressed your cool fingers against the warm flesh of your eyelids and tilted your head back against your seat, giving yourself a moment to relax.

The once cacophonous tapping of another keyboard suddenly halted as your assistant leaned forward in her seat, sliding her laptop shut.

“You okay, boss?” She asked, her brows pinched together in concern. “Is it a migraine again?”

You exhaled deeply through your nose as you flexed your fingers in an attempt to dispel the ache from them. You were far too young to already be experiencing so many aches and pains.

“No, I’m just tired.” You admitted as you folded your glasses up and pushed them aside.

“That’s because you work too much, honestly do you ever sleep? When was the last time you went home?” She chuckled in amusement.

“Ha ha ha, very funny. I’ll have you know I’m faithful to my sleep number, I come home to him every night.”

“Him? You refer to your mattress as him? Somebody hasn’t gotten laid in a while.” She snorted.

“I could have you fired for that, that’s sexual harassment you know.” You shot back, amused yet annoyed she had hit a little too close to home.

“Please, you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself if you fired me.” She laughed, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

Before you could shoot back your response, an abrupt knock on the door stopped the both of you in your tracks. Without saying anything, she rose from her seat and began to cross the room. Knowing she would be able to handle it for you, you reclined deeper into your office chair and slipped your phone out of your desk drawer to sort through your endless amount of notifications.

You didn’t look up as you heard the door click shut, two sets of footsteps approaching your mahogany desk.

You could hear somebody clear their throat, their breaths coming out rapidly as if they were anxious. “Y-your coffee, miss.”

Without looking up you merely held out your hand, the warm cup slotting itself into your waiting fingers. You mumbled out a rough thanks as you continued to scroll through your phone, rolling your eyes at the amount of missed calls you had from your mother who, despite knowing your work schedule, persisted in calling you during your office hours.

You could faintly hear your assistant walking the man to the door, whispering a soft, “Thank you, sweetie,” as the door clicked shut.

“Really?!” She hissed, once she was sure the man was gone. “You didn’t even look at him!”

“Who? The coffee boy? I didn’t think it mattered.” You said with a shrug, taking a sip from your coffee.

“That wasn’t a coffee boy! That was your intern, jackass!”

“He’s just an intern, Jenny, he won’t be here for long. None of them last around here anyways.”

Jenny sighed, flopping down into the seat across from you with a pout. “The poor thing was so nervous, you really should be nicer to him. He has such a sweet smile…”

“Oh no, don’t you start one of your schemes again. I don’t have time for men and the last thing I need is for you to start playing cupid. And didn’t I tell you to stop hiring people just because they're attractive?”

“Sweetie, I don’t know if you’re aware, but you're not as young as you think you are. When are you going to settle down, huh? Find a husband, have some cute kids for me to dote on.”

“Jesus, you’re starting to sound like my mother. I don’t have the time for marriage or for kids, not when I’m busy with this place.” You replied with a stiff tone, this was not the first time the two of you had this conversation.

“I’m just saying you’re hot, rich, and a CEO, you could literally have any man you want.” She pointed out, the tips of her fingers pressing together in the shape of an arrow.

“You literally just called me a Sugar Momma.”

“I mean, they do have websites if you're interested…”

“Okay, you win, I’m leaving early. I can’t deal with your obnoxious ass anymore.” You said, standing up so quickly your chair shot back and turned on its wheels.

“Jenny: 72, You: None.” Your assistant laughed, adding a point to her imaginary scoreboard.

“I was going to say call me if you need anything, but please don’t.” You chuckled, grabbing your blazer from the coat rack and sliding it around your shoulders before picking up your purse.

“Don’t worry boss, I’ll hold down the fort.” She said, giving you a quick salute as she stood and began to gather her things. “Don't let the door hit you on the ass on your way out.”

You pressed your lips together tightly in an attempt to hide the hint of a smile on your mouth as she exited your office. She was the only person you talked to like that, you were a rather antisocial boss. You tended to come off as cold and callous to your employees, but in reality you just really didn’t like talking to others when it wasn’t necessary. It had taken four years for you and Jenny to become as close as you did, in fact she was the only person you could truly call your friend.

You had grown up in an isolated world, one filled with tutors and home schooling as you were groomed to take over one of the branches of your family's business. You had siblings, but you rarely ever saw them. They too were consumed by their work and their families, in fact you were the youngest of them and couldn’t remember a time where all of you lived together in one household. There were four of you in total, you only saw each other at holidays and your parents annual Christmas gala. You were by no means close.

You had grown comfortable being alone and frigid. It was safe and it was efficient.

Your entire life had been one of isolation, the only amount of warmth bleeding into the bleak monotone schemes of your world was Jenny. And the amount you had let in was minimal.

It was better being alone, you told yourself.

You adjusted your purse on your shoulder as your office door swung shut behind you. The building was still fairly active, everyone was in a rush to complete their work before the sun completely dipped below the horizon. That was something you enjoyed about your building. The walls were littered with floor to ceiling windows allowing the ochre tones of sunlight to bleed into the bright white and concrete interior, soft dappled light dancing over hard edges.

You paused for a moment by the windows, your eyes fluttering shut as you felt the warmth of the sun caress your face, its fleeting light still permeable through your closed eyelids creating a golden halo in your vision. You gave yourself two breaths worth of silence and stillness before your eyes snapped open once more and you hastily made your way to the elevator that would send you to your floor of the parking garage.

You waited patiently for the elevator, one of your legs extended in front of you as you rolled your foot from side to side on the precarious talon of your red bottom heels. Once you heard the doors sliding open and the familiar ding of the elevator you raised your chin slowly, your eyes half lidded in boredom as you met the expressions of your employees. There were two of them inside the metal contraption, their eyes wide in alarm at the sight of you. You tilted your head slightly to the side, and like you had cracked a whip they scuttled out of the elevator and hurried past you without a word.

You huffed in annoyance to yourself as you headed inside, you had no idea what their problem was and you pondered if there was any reason to write them up for their bizarre behavior. Perhaps not.

The elevator hummed as it steadily dropped floors, the soft music effectively worsening your mood. You hated elevator music.

As soon as the doors slid open you jetted out of them, your heels tapping noisily in the quiet garage. You slid your bag from your shoulder and busied yourself by trying to find your keys. You hissed to yourself as you tripped and almost went flying, multitasking and heels did not go together. You stopped for a moment, opening your bag wider as you tried to find the little ring of keys buried in the depths of your purse.

The second your fingers brushed the cool metal you released an annoyed breath, throwing your purse back over your shoulder as you flicked through your key ring, grasping the fob that went to your car.

Despite having what you had previously been looking for, you did not move. Instead, you looked around warily, pivoting on your heels as you scanned the area around you.

You could have sworn you heard footsteps.

You waited silently for a few more moments, listening for signs that another person was there with you.

You heard no other breaths, nor the sounds of approaching or retreating footsteps.

You weren’t going to wait around any longer just to find out you were wrong.

You swiftly made your way to your VIP parking spot, unlocked the doors, and threw yourself into the car while making sure to lock the doors as soon as you were seated.

Your mother had begged you for months to get a bodyguard. You were a young woman with lots of money and the heir to a massive enterprise. You should not be walking around as if you were a normal person. It was only now that you were beginning to think that your mother was right.

Not wanting to dwell on dark thoughts any longer, you pushed your key into the ignition, and peeled out of the parking garage a little faster than normal.

As your anxiety slowly drained from your body, you began to feel the effects of lack of sleep. Jenny was not wrong, you were considering the fact that maybe you had a touch of insomnia. Either that or you were simply a workaholic. Honestly, it could be both.

You switched the radio on, picking a classic rock station and dialing the volume up to the point you could feel your leather seats vibrating beneath you with each clash of the drums emanating from the speakers.

But even that was just barely doing its job. Your eyes were still stinging like they had been moments before at your desk. You were undeniably as exhausted as you were a safety hazard. You clenched the steering wheel harder, the flesh of your skin pulling tightly over your knuckles as you attempted to stay awake. It wasn’t that far of a ride, you could make it home.

But that thought didn’t stop your eyelids from drooping shut, it was nearly impossible to keep them open, they were so heavy you were struggling to reopen them every time you blinked.

Your eyes stayed closed much longer now than they had before, and upon opening them again a scream of shock bubbled up your throat.

A flash of black fur shot across your narrow vision as you frantically spun the steering wheel and slammed on your breaks. A band of horns beeped behind and beside you as you swerved dramatically into the next lane.

Your car had been mere inches from swerving right in front of an eighteen wheeler.

Your hand fluttered frantically against your chest, your heart pounding back against it in shock.

You had almost died.

You gathered yourself up before stomping down on the accelerator and speeding away, dodging the massive vehicle you had almost hit in the opposite lane. The shock of adrenaline you were experiencing from that frightening event was more than enough to keep you awake now. You only had one goal in mind and that was to make it home in one piece.

The minute you slid back into your regular parking spot you allowed yourself to slump back into the driver's seat, blinking wildly as you recalled the sight of the headlights and the cacophony of car horns from moments prior. You really need to get your shit together.

~~~~~~~

By the time you made it up to your apartment the exhaustion had returned full force. You toed off your shoes tiredly, stumbling over them with an annoyed grunt as you threw your purse down to the floor. You could really do without your sudden lack of coordination.

Far too tired to even care, you immediately began stripping your clothes off at the front door. You carelessly threw your blazer aside and shimmied off your skirt as you began to walk, leaving a trail of clothes behind you as you headed for your bedroom. The housekeeper would deal with it in the morning anyways, it didn’t matter where they ended up.

Your pajamas from the previous night were waiting for you at the foot of your bed, folded up into a neat little pile contrasting greatly from your current care for your clothing. You happily sighed as you pulled the creamy, cashmere sweater over your head and stepped into a pair of silk sleep shorts. This was what you had been waiting for all day.

That, and the bottle of Cheval Blanc tucked away in your liquor cabinet.

You ran your fingers through your hair tiredly as you made your way to the kitchen, the sound of your bare feet patting against the floor echoed down the long, empty hallway.

You wasted no time, eagerly pulling open your cabinet and retrieving the expensive bottle of wine along with a crystal glass. You eased the cork free from the bottle, allowing it to roll over your granite counter as you poured the wine into your glass, the liquor bubbling as you filled it to the very top. You were a guilty self medicator, that was for damn sure.

You hurried back into your living room, wine glass in one hand and a small tray of macarons in the other. There was one thing you were certain of, you were definitely going to drink your fatigue away and indulge in your favorite cookies until you passed out on your couch. You deserved it, after all you were a CEO, an overworked one at that.

So, there you sat, taking languid sips from your glass and delicate bites from your cookies as you began to catch up on a show you hadn’t had the time to watch in weeks. It was incredibly relaxing, the soft hum of the TV, the feeling of your favorite blanket wrapped around your bare legs, and the soft tapping of rain against your windows. You were set on not moving for the rest of the night. That was of course, until you had to pee.

You groaned in frustration at the thought of having to move, but the call of nature was much stronger than your will to remain sedentary. You leaned forward, setting your food and drink on the coffee table before you violently kicked your legs, fighting your blanket as you attempted to untangle yourself from it.

The second your toes touched the lush carpet beneath you, a shock of lightning suddenly splintered it’s way through the sky, shards of light refracting through your windows and lighting up the dim room. The soft rumble of thunder followed soon after.

You froze at the sight, the light rain still tapped against your windows, a dull contrast to the sudden shock of light you had witnessed.

But, what was even more unexpected, was the sight of dark fur and glowing jade eyes staring back at you. There was a cat sitting on your balcony. That should have been impossible, there was no possible way that cat could have made its way there, your building was pet free.

The sight of its slick coat of black fur tugged at your heart strings. He must be so cold, stuck out in the rain like that. In fact, he looked almost exactly like your childhood cat you had loved to dearly growing up. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to let him in, let him get dry and warm and fill his belly.

With a new goal in mind you carefully made your way to your sliding glass door, not wanting to spook him too badly lest he jump. The drop would not be a survivable one.

Despite your valiant efforts, the minute the door clicked and slid open he jumped up onto the fencing and rails that surrounded your balcony.

“Hey, no, no, no, just stay right there, kitty.” You cooed gently, taking slow and careful steps in his direction.

The cat fixed you with a penetrating gaze, his bright jade eyes trained on you, watching every step you made as his tail flicked from side to side behind him.

“That’s a good boy, just stay right there.” You hummed, your hands held up in a show of no malintent as you carefully approached him. “Come on, I just want to help you.”

Just as you were within grabbing reach, your fingers mere inches from touching his silken fur, he lept away, settling on the ledge against the building. He was dangerously close to falling off, the distance from the ledge to the ground far enough to make your toes and fingers tingle.

“Fuck.” You hissed.

The cat remained there, his gaze still trained on you. Those bright eyes seemed to be beckoning for you to come and join him, to meet him up on the ledge.

You quickly shook out your hands and feet as you stared back, your vision tunneling in on him. You could feel the cold air nipping at your bare flesh, goosebumps raising on the skin of your thighs. You could do it.

You wiped your palms against the fabric of your shorts before grasping the metal railing and carefully lowering yourself over to the other side. You could feel the wind stronger now as it swirled around you, a flash of light overtaking the sky once more as a steady rumble of thunder bounced off of the surrounding buildings.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” You mumbled to yourself, taking in a sharp breath through your nose as you attempted to calm yourself. Just don’t look down, for the love of all that is holy do not look down.

You steadily rose up on to your toes, shimming your way over as you held on tightly to the railing. The sliver of stone beneath your toes was slick from rainfall, as was the metal of the railing beneath your tense fingers. The closer you got to the cat, the further away it seemed to be, either that was the truth or the reality of how high up you were was messing with your head.

The thought you had from earlier suddenly came rushing back to you, the drop wouldn’t be survivable. What a sobering thought.

You had come to a point now where you wouldn’t be able to hold onto the railing anymore, not if you needed to be able to reach the cat. So, with a shaky breath you released your grip from the railing one hand at a time and quickly latched onto the stone architecture surrounding the windows. The only thing keeping you from falling was the tiny inches of stone beneath your arched feet, and the architecture you were desperately clinging to.

You slowly turned your head, your gaze meeting the cat’s once more. It’s eyes were almost mesmerizing, there was something about it that was telling you that you needed to get him, that you just needed to pick him up and stay with him. You had no choice but to retrieve him, you felt like you would die if you had to leave him all alone on this ledge. His eyes were drawing you in, causing you to spiral downwards into their hypnotic depths. You needed him.

He was not moving anymore, he was settled down on his back legs, his tail flicking out dangerously over the edge of the building. You were certain that you could reach him if you tried.

You slowly lowered yourself into a crouch, releasing your one hand from the side of the building as you reached out, the other hand still holding onto the stone of the window. You leaned forward as calmly as you could, your arm burning from the stretch as you slid over slightly to grab the cat.

This time the cat did not move away, it remained still, waiting for your touch.

Both of your arms were completely spread out, your fingers just barely holding onto the building as you finally made it within grabbing distance. And then, it all fell apart.

As soon as your fingers brushed his midnight fur, he jerked away from your touch causing your feet to slip out from underneath you, and your weak hold to completely detach from the wall.

And then you were falling.

A violent scream ripped its way free from your throat as you went airborne, the last thing you could see was the penetrating emerald glare of the midnight black cat as you plummeted towards the ground.

No one would know that you had never intended to end your life when you stepped out onto that ledge.

Unwillingly, you had.

~~~~~~~

You never felt the impact of the ground, and when you opened your eyes you did not find your body mangled or feel any pain. In fact you were no longer even in the city.

You were already standing, and you were all alone. You turned frantically, spinning as you tried to find out where you were. There was nothing all around you, just cloudy skies, stretching fields of tall grass, old dilapidated fences, and a dusty road of dirt and rocks beneath your feet.

And then of course, there was the bus stop sign beside you.

You approached the sign in curiosity. The closer you got the more you noticed how strange everything was. Despite there being stones beneath your feet you didn’t feel pain, and the environment wasn’t cold or hot, it was just neutral. And, it was extremely silent. Not a gust of wind blew, no crickets hummed, and there wasn’t a single chirp from a songbird. There was nothing.

You leaned your upper body forward, looking from side to side for any signs of life. Both ways you could barely see anything, the field seemed to disappear into thick clouds of fog that were impermeable to your sight.

You decided in that moment you were better off looking for signs of life than you were waiting for them to come find you. But, to your surprise, the second your foot touched down onto the dirt road a bus came rumbling down the road and screeched to a stop in front of you.

The doors slid open and light flooded the space around you. You squinted as your eyes adjusted to the exposure, your hand creating a visor on your forehead.

“You getting on or what?” A voice called from inside the bus.

“Me?” You asked pointing to yourself.

“Of course you, does it look like I’m talking to anyone else?” The voice huffed in annoyance. “I’m already running late. I'd prefer if you didn’t hold us up any longer.”

“Running late?” You whispered to yourself. “And where will you be taking me?”

There was silence for a moment and then suddenly a raucous laughter that made you jump. “Where am I taking you?! That’s a good one. Come on, let's go.”

You blinked slowly in irritation, the last thing you needed was to be laughed at and dismissed like a child when you had serious questions that you needed answered.

“Come on newbie! Today!” He yelled, causing you to jump in fright before scurrying onto the bus.

Upon entering you were met face to face with the bus driver. He had fair skin and pitch black hair with an amused, gummy smile on his face. Apparently, he thought you were hilarious. He said nothing to you this time, he just merely jerked his head in the direction behind him, signaling for you to find a seat.

Once you turned to face the passengers of the bus you realized it was far longer than it appeared from the outside, in fact it looked like it stretched farther beyond what you could see with copious amounts of passengers.

The passengers themselves were of all sizes, races, and ages. You could see mothers holding infants and elderly couples cuddled up to one another. Some people seemed to know one another, others looked sad and lonely like the little boy a few seats back.

You were incredibly confused.

Unsure as to where you should sit, you finally decided on sitting next to the little boy.

The second you sat down, you felt his gaze train on you and his little body shift closer to you.

“Hi,” He whispered, his fingers curling around the fabric of your cashmere sweater and tugging, “My name is Minho.”

You have him a soft smile in return with a gentle whisper of your name.

“Where’s your mommy, Minho?” You asked, curious as to why this little boy was all alone.

“I’m going to meet her now.” He replied, with an excited smile, his legs kicking out energetically before he suddenly calmed down. “I wish daddy came with me.”

“Why didn’t your daddy come with you?” You asked, your eyebrows pinching together in confusion.

“He said I had to go alone, he can’t come with me for a while. He said I’ll be happy with mommy, that I’ll feel better with her.” He said sadly, his lower lip pouting as he rubbed at his teary eyes.

“You’ll feel better?”

“Mhm, I was sick for a long time. Daddy said it was time for me to see Mommy, he told me it was okay to go to sleep.”

Oh, oh no. Everything was suddenly starting to make sense. You quickly looked over your shoulder and caught sight of the elderly couple you had seen earlier.

“Hey! You two! What were you doing before you got here?!”

The older man looked up at you with a kind smile as he continued to rub his wife’s shoulder. “We were driving down to visit our son, he was never too good about coming up to see us. Some bad weather hit, we couldn’t see out of the windshield very well. Next thing you know we’re rolling over the guard rail and down the side of the hill!”

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

“You! Where were you?!” You yelled at the woman seated across from you.

“Hm? I went in for surgery, what’s it to you?” She asked with an annoyed grimace on her face.

“What’s it to me?!” You echoed with a hysterical laugh. You were fucking dead that’s what it was! All of you were!

Your thoughts were racing a hundred miles a minute as you tried to gather yourself, your heart beating frantically as a sick feeling settled in your stomach. You needed to get off the bus, you needed to get far away from all of these people.

Without thinking you lurched to your feet and gripped the cord above your window, yanking it harshly to signal the bus to stop.

The bus halted immediately, sending you stumbling forward into the back of the driver’s seat. The bus driver met your panicked face through the reflection of the mirror, a curious light to his pitch black irises.

“So, we’ve got a challenger? I knew you’d be a stubborn one.” He sighed, hitting the button that sent the doors swishing open. “The guy in charge is out there, you can voice your complaints to him.”

You were far too shocked to vocalize anything, your feet just blindly leading you to the doors. You stopped for a moment, looking over your shoulder to get one quick look at Minho. His little legs were still kicking out in front of him.

“Bye miss!” He called with a little wave and a smile, spurring you off the bus with a quick wave in his direction.

Upon stepping foot off of the bus, you were faced with a dimly lit four way intersection that looked like it had been abandoned for years. You quickly headed towards the center of the road as you caught sight of a tall man waiting for you.

His face was relaxed, a neutral expression taking over his features. He was dressed fairly well for a man standing in the middle of nowhere. You took notice of his crisp three piece suit and the high shine of his shoes. He was obviously someone who was important, if the bus driver had indicated anything by his statements.

You didn’t waste any time to hurl your questions at him. “I’m dead aren’t I?! Who are you?! What is this place?!”

“Relax.” He commanded, his voice immediately sending a wave of calmness crashing down over you.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, before reopening them and waiting in silence for his response.

“My name is Namjoon, this is the crossroads.” He said, gesturing to the four intersecting roads surrounding you.

“That is Life,” He said, pointing to the road behind you, “That is Punishment,” the road to his right, “That is Reward,” the road behind him, “And that is Retrial.” The road to his left.

“Right, that’s fantastic, how do I go back down that road.” You blurted out, pointing to the road behind you.

“Normally, you don’t. But luckily for you, or not so luckily, there was an error made.”

“An error?” You asked.

“Yes, one of our reapers made a mistake. You aren’t scheduled for processing for quite some time, someone by the same name, sixty years of age, was scheduled for processing today.”

A reaper? What reaper? You hadn’t exactly seen the classic skeletal face cloaked all in black with a scythe in hand had you? Your face screwed up in irritation as you flicked backwards through your memories from earlier that day, trying to remember if you had seen anything that remotely resembled a reaper.

And then it hit you.

“That fucking cat!” You screeched, spinning around as you dramatically yelled into the void around you.

Namjoon winced his posture slightly wilting at your realization. “Yes, that was one of our newer reapers, Taehyung.”

“What kind of operation are you running here? Do I look like I’m sixty years old to you?” You yelled, the panic quelling up in your chest. “You’re going to fix this aren’t you?!”

“Of course! I take my job very seriously!” He shot back. “The only issue is, I can’t send you back to your life just yet.”

“And why not?!”

“Time is a very sensitive and precious thing, as a woman of business I am sure you understand. The other woman still needs to pass and be processed, the events that lead to her demise must be tailored perfectly and set up with the correct timing. Only then can you return, once she is passed with the correct timing the two of you will switch. You can live again and she can be sent down the proper road.”

“And how long will that take?”

“A few weeks.” He replied vaguely, his body tensed as he waited for your response.

“Weeks?! And what will I do during that time? Do you expect me to follow you around everywhere?”

“Thankfully, no. In the time being, I will have to put you somewhere else, some other place and time. Are you willing to do that?”

“Yes, I’m more than willing. As long as I get my old life back, I don’t care what it takes. Just make it happen.”

“You will, in due time. But listen to me very carefully, you have to follow every aspect of this other life perfectly. You cannot act out of character, you have to act exactly as everyone expects you to. You cannot have contact with anyone from your previous life as well. Understand? If you can’t do that, then you can’t go back.”

You swallowed harshly, a sense of anxiety creeping up inside of you. You had no choice but to accept, your life and had been wrongfully ended far too soon. If that meant doing whatever Namjoon asked of you, you would do it.

You gave him a swift nod, your hand clenching up into fists.

“Perfect, I’ll have Taehyung escort you down that way.” Namjoon replied, pointing down at the road to his left, Retrial.

Upon hearing his name, Taehyung appeared. He was tall, with honey skin, midnight black curly hair, and bright green eyes.

The fucking cat.

Taehyung met you with a sheepish grin and an embarrassed wave, hesitantly coming to your side. He looked nothing like the reaper you had been anticipating. If anything he was a sad excuse for a reaper with the bashful attitude he was presenting you with.

“Did you really have to use the appearance of my childhood pet to kill me?” You asked, your voice dripping with venom as you crossed your arms over your chest, your bare foot tapping in annoyance. You weren’t exactly the picture of intimidation you normally were.

“I’m sorry.” He replied softly, bowing his head forward in an apologetic manner still refusing to meet your burning gaze.

“I’ll be checking in with you every now and then, please, try to play along with this life.” Namjoon begged, a serious expression evident on his face. Not only did he appear serious, but you could tell he was also stressed. The fuck up Taehyung had made was evidently a big one.

“I’ll try my best.” You replied, you knew you had to, or else there was no going back.

Namjoon gave Taehyung a quick nod, and with that gesture Taehyung grabbed hold of your hand and began to lead you down Retrial. From your perspective, each road was identical, this one too was dusty and littered with stones leading into a seemingly never ending fog.

The reaper beside you was quiet, his gaze pinned ahead as he focused on his task, leading you down the path of Retrial.

If only you had known how much of a trial this life truly would be.

~~~~~~~

You were boiling hot.

You could feel a mattress beneath your back, one that was far softer than you normally liked. Your body was swaddled with thick blankets and sheets that were sticking to your sweaty skin. You groaned in irritation at the feeling and attempted to bat away the blanket and turn onto your side.

A sudden grunt behind you had your heart stuttering to a stop, your entire body frozen as you came to the realization that that was not a blanket you had just smacked, but somebody's arm wrapped around your waist.

Slowly, you turned onto your side to see who was in your bed. The moment you flipped your body over you were met with deep brown eyes that were just barely open and the sight of a lazy smile as your body was suddenly dragged forward and pressed tightly against the strangers.

A sharp scream bubbled up past your lips as you threw yourself backwards, smacking the man’s hand away from your body as you fumbled out of the bed. In your haste your foot was caught in the mess of blankets, sending you tumbling backwards off of the bed, spurring another cry from your mouth.

“Baby?” A voice called, it was raspy and deep from just waking and wrought with concern.

You quickly yanked the sheets off of your sprawled out form and ushered yourself to stand on shaky legs. The man in the bed was propped up on one elbow, the sheet slipping down off of his chest to settle and pool at his waist. He was absolutely shirtless, revealing a stretch of honey skin and a toned abdomen.

Holy shit, what the fuck was going on?

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He asked you again, this time he appeared to be more alert, all signs of sleepiness dissipating from his body.

Worried from your lack of response, he rushed to stand up, the blankets falling away to reveal he was clad in boxers.

What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck? It had to be illegal to have thighs like that, right?

“Stay right there!” You yelled, throwing your hand up in fear as he ignored your command and quickly began to approach you. The closer he got the more steps you took backwards, tripping over stray clothes on the floor until the wall at your back stopped you from retreating any further.

The man, clearly ignoring your pleas to be left alone, walked right up to you. He was so close that his bare chest was pressed up against you effectively sandwiching you between him and the wall as heat flooded your cheeks. His hands fluttered around you worriedly, checking you for any signs of injury before he rested his hand on your forehead checking for a temperature.

“Are you sick, hunny? You’re acting...off?” He asked, petting your hair in anxiety as he tried to meet your gaze.

“Don’t touch me.” You finally said, brushing his hands off of you once more as you attempted to slip away from him.

“Why are you acting like this?” He asked, obviously confused before a sudden smile overtook his features. He had a sweet smile, one that made his entire face light up in joy. “It reminds me how you used to act around me all those years ago. Are you trying to get me going this early? We really shouldn’t, you know, I have to be at work soon.”

Holy fuck, what kind of person are you now?

The man in front of you pulled you out of your stupor at the feeling of his hand on your jaw as he leaned down to your height.

Realizing what his intentions were, you let out another scream of fright and shoved him away, darting for the bedroom door. As soon as your hand gripped the doorknob you ripped the door open and slammed it shut behind you.

You leaned your head back against the wall as you rested, you hand over your heart, taking shallow breaths as you attempted to collect yourself.

That didn’t exactly go as planned.

With your eyes closed you didn’t see the incoming form running up to you until it collided with your legs, winding around you tightly in excitement.

“Mommy!” A little voice cried.

Your eyes snapped open in surprise as you looked down at the little child wrapped around your legs. Despite his small and non threatening form, you couldn’t stop the scream of fright that escaped you as you unlatched him from your legs and raced to the first open door you saw, yanking it closed behind you and twisting the lock shut.

You were in the bathroom. Finally, a place where you could gather yourself. You stood at the sink, resting your forearms on the counter and your head in your hands as you breathed in sharply through your nose. You needed to get your shit together and stop panicking.

You couldn’t help but feel cheated, panicked, and pissed all at once. Not only had you died, made a deal with some crossroads entity, but now the life you had been plopped in for the time being was the complete opposite of your previous one and you had not a single clue as to how to navigate it.

You let out a few more huffs before standing back up and raking your fingers through your hair. A sudden sparkle of light caught your attention, causing you to pull your left hand free from your hair. There was an engagement ring and a wedding band on your left ring finger. You hissed at the sight of it, your entire body shuddering.

You were married and a mother.

“Are you fucking serious, Namjoon?!” You whispered to yourself in the bathroom, knocking your head back against the wall three times in frustration. Jenny would be having a field day if she knew about this.

Jenny.

You wondered what her reaction was, when she heard that you had flung yourself from your balcony. You wondered if she blamed herself for sending you home early even though it wasn’t her fault. You wished you could tell her you hadn’t done that to yourself, that it wasn’t her fault. You just hoped that she was okay and that she wasn’t crying over you.

You could get through this, you had no other choice. It was time to get your shit together.

You straightened your spine and shook out your hands with a deep breath before you unlocked the door and swung it open. Standing outside the door was your “son.” He was practically the spitting image of your “husband” who had yet to leave the bedroom. He was staring up at you, with big brown eyes, as he raised his arms up and clenched his hands in a grabbing motion.

You knew what that meant. You plastered on a forced smile as you bent down and picked up the small boy before settling him on your hip. He easily nestled his head into the crook of your neck, his eyes fluttering shut as he basked in your warmth.

At least he was cute, you could manage that.

You curled your arm securely around his back as you walked into the kitchen, your bare feet padded dully against the cool tile of the floor.

“Are you hungry?” You softly asked the little boy. You could feel him nod into your shoulder slowly, his fingers curling around the collar of your sleep shirt.

You carefully unhooked him from your clothes and gently set him down in one of the chairs at the kitchen table. He whined in refusal, reaching out for you once more before becoming distracted by a coloring book that had been left at the table.

Unsure as to what exactly you should make for the young boy, you searched the kitchen cabinets before settling on toast. Simple and easy. As the bread sat toasting, you decided to investigate the new environment you had been put in.

You could tell you were still in the city, just a different section of it. You could see the towering skyscrapers through the windows of the apartment. This apartment was definitely not your own. For one, it was much smaller with a completely different layout. And, it looked to be in disorder with toys scattered everywhere in the living space. It certainly was not to your standards, but you could manage it for a few weeks as Namjoon had instructed. All you had to do was follow this life perfectly, and it couldn’t be that hard. Right?

You pulled yourself away from the windows, the drop off sending a familiar shiver down your spine, and rushed back into the kitchen to finish up the breakfast for the boy coloring away furiously at his book.

Once you had the plate situated in front of him, you caught sight of a wallet on the opposite side of the table. Without hesitation you rounded the table and snatched it up, rifling through the items inside until you caught sight of what you were looking for. An ID.

“Jung Hoseok.” You mumbled, the name tingling on your lips and echoing in your mind. So, this was your temporary husband.

“What are you doing?” A voice asked from behind you causing you to jump in fright.

You pivoted on your heels to face the man, your husband, Hoseok. Despite the fear his voice evoked in your body, he was presenting you with a blinding smile. One that sent chills throughout your body for reasons that were unknown to you.

“Hoseok?” You said, although it sounded more like a question.

“Hoseok?” He chuckled, “What did I do, am I in trouble? What happened to Hobi or hunny?”

Well shit, you were already fucking things up weren’t you?

“You know if you need anything you can always ask me, baby. No need to go sneaking around.” He said, his smile still pinned to his cheeks as he struck you with a penetrating gaze.

He said nothing for a moment, he just stared at you with that smile in absolute silence. It was so quiet you could hear the blood pulsing through your ears and the soft ticking of the clock in the corner of the room as you tried to avoid his gaze. Despite the high position you once held in your previous life, you had never been very good with eye contact. He was really testing you today.

He remained quiet as he grabbed the wallet from your hand and slipped it into his pants pocket before straightening his jacket out.

“Jihoon, you’re going to be late for school. Go get ready.” Hoseok said, his voice and face still appearing cheerful as the little boy shuffled out of his chair and darted down the hallway to his bedroom.

You didn’t know why, but you were struck with the feeling that something was very wrong here.

You remained motionless as Hoseok raised his hand, cupping the side of your face rather gently, much softer than you originally expected.

“You’ll be good for me while I’m gone, won’t you baby?” He whispered, his lips lightly brushing your cheekbone as his fingers gently swiped over the smooth skin of your cheek.

You said nothing, you merely nodded in agreement so that he would finally release you and leave you alone to process what you had gotten yourself into.

Without warning, he pressed his lips to your own in a hard kiss spurring a cry of surprise from you. You attempted to pull away from him only to find his hand at your back, keeping you pressed close to him as he sighed against your mouth, a shudder shaking through his body. His grip was becoming stronger, borderline bruising the more you squirmed against him as he tongue swiped over the flesh of your lower lip.

“Ew! Daddy!” Jihoon yelled as he reentered the room, fully dressed for school with his little backpack slung over his small shoulders.

Hoseok pulled away from you with a laugh, allowing you to stumble away from your supposed husband, your hand cupping your mouth. You took back whatever you had thought about Jihoon before, he was your saving grace.

“Sorry buddy, Daddy just loves Mommy so much!” Hoseok said, his voice full of glee as he gave his son a quick hug before standing up again. “I’ll see you after work.”

Hoseok headed to the door, stopping for a moment to look you over one last time. “I’ll be seeing you later as well.” He said with a wink before exiting the apartment.

Thank fuck he was gone.

Jihoon quickly approached the now closed door, sliding his shoes on and reaching for the door knob.

“Where do you think you’re going?” You asked as you watched the young boy open the door.

“School?” He asked slowly, his little brows furrowed in confusion.

“By yourself? No, give me a minute to get dressed. I'll walk you to the bus.”

“Mommy, you can’t!” He cried, causing you to come to a stop.

“I can’t? And why not?”

“Because, you never do.” He replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

What kind of mother was this person? She didn’t even walk her own kid to the bus to make sure he didn’t get kidnapped? Jihoon was so young, he couldn’t have been older than six by the looks of him. He was practically still a baby.

��Well I am now, wait right there Jihoon.”

You were still dressed in the baggy T-shirt you had woken in, the fabric rumpled and hanging loosely over your shoulders revealed a fraction of your collarbone. It didn’t take a genius to figure out this was Hoseok’s shirt. You hissed in annoyance and ripped the shirt from your body, filing it into a corner of the bedroom.

The closet was filled to the brim with clothes, both yours and your “husband’s.” You swept the various suits and shirts aside until you stopped at your own clothes. You found it strange the amount of formal attire Hoseok possessed and your lack of it. Your side of the closet was filled with comfortable clothes, the only “formal” attire you owned was a wedding dress tucked all the way in the back of the closet and stored away in a plastic case.

You sighed in frustration, settling on a pair of leggings and a large hoodie. One that was, presumably, your husbands as well. Did this woman have no desire to take pride in her appearance? Apparently not.

“Come on, Jihoon!” You called with a clap of your hands as you made your way to the front door where he waited, his small hands wrapped around the straps of his backpack.

Jihoon didn’t say anything in response, he merely held up his hand and slipped it into your own. He was a cute kid, a perfect reflection of Hoseok, but eerily enough you could see your own features reflected in him.

You released a deep breath through your nose, pushing those thoughts to the back of your head. You needed to focus on getting him to school for now.

The door clicked shut behind you as the two of you began making your way out of the building. The weather was still warm, not that much different from what it had been in your past life. It was nice, being able to take in the fresh air for a moment and be able to process what exactly you were going through.

Jihoon had taken the initiative for the both of you, considering you had no idea where the bus picked him up for school everyday. His hand was still clutched in your own, his arm outstretched as he walked quickly in front of you. He was talking a million miles per minute, the most random things leaving his mouth. And, just when he was about to get to the point, he would find something new to distract himself.

“Oh, Mommy! Look at that butterfly!” He was painfully cute.

“Oh, it’s very...pretty.” You said, unsurely. At first glance, the creature was beautiful. It’s wings wide yet delicate, painted with bright colors like paint splatters on a fresh canvas. But, it had a large chunk missing from it’s right wing. The injured wing fluttered every now and then with the gentle breeze. The poor thing was trapped in the flower bed it was lying in, it would never be able to fly again.

You were pulled from your reverie as Jihoon tugged on your arm sharply. He beckoned you to lower yourself down to his height. As soon as you had settled down on your haunches he threw himself against you in a tight hug, squeezing you twice for good measure.

“Bye Mommy, I love you!” He yelled before pressing a kiss to your cheek and turning on his heels, darting towards the school bus.

You stayed there for a moment, your hand frozen on the spot he had left a kiss. So, that was what it was like to have a family. To have someone love you. You had never had that before.

You rose back up to your feet, taking a moment to gather yourself back up again. You could see there was a park nearby, and getting yourself over there seemed like a good enough idea. You didn’t want to go back to the apartment just yet, you still had no idea what you were supposed to do. You didn’t like the thought of just waiting at “home” for Jihoon, or worse, Hoseok to come back.

Jihoon was easy, predictable. But Hoseok, he was uncharted territory. A raging sea you didn’t know how to navigate.

Damn you and your incapability to foster stable relationships.

It was only day one of this temporary life and you were completely out of your depth. A husband? A son? A stay at home mom? You had and were none of these things, but now you had every single one of them. Whether you wanted them or not. Namjoon gave you orders, and if you wanted to survive, you had no choice but to follow them. You had to play along.

You walked slowly, tiredly, through the park. The tips of your sneakers were dragging against the ground, kicking loose stones off to the side. A few weeks he had told you, just how long exactly was that?

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t hear the incoming footsteps approaching rapidly. It was the feeling of fingers gripping your shoulders and violently spinning you around that finally caught your attention, a cry of shock escaping you.

“What are you doing?!” A voice cried, their hands shaking you to garner your attention.

The sun that had blinded you finally lightened as it slipped behind a thick cover of clouds, disappearing out of sight. You could see now, and the man that was holding you so tightly was none other than Hoseok.

“H-Hoseok?” You stuttered, your hands gripping his wrists as he ceased to lessen his hold on you. What was he doing here? He had left for work no longer than half an hour ago.

“Did you hear me? I said, what are you doing?!”

“I’m going on a walk? I just dropped Jihoon off at the bus.”

“You did what?!” He yelled, his face stricken with panic and a deep, hidden anger. His hold on you was only becoming stronger, near bruising as he shook you once more.

“Hoseok! Stop it, you’re hurting me!” You yelled, taking a step back from him.

That seemed to do the trick, his voice quieted and his hold became much lighter than before. What the fuck was wrong with him? Why was he acting like you had just committed a crime.

His eyes slipped closed as he took a deep, calming breath, his shoulders rising and falling with the motion. “Baby, you don’t leave the apartment. You know this, we’ve been over this.”

“What?” You asked, utterly confused.

This seemed to shock Hoseok, his brows raising and his eyes widening. The both of you were standing there, a gap between the two of you as you stared at one another with equal states of confusion. You not knowing what he meant, and him wondering if you were experiencing some sort of memory loss.

“Come on, I’m taking you home, you need rest.” He finally said with a gentle smile, he was firmly set on the idea that you must be sick from how strange you were acting.

You didn’t trust him or that fake smile he was giving you. Something was going on here, and it was terribly wrong.

“No.” You said firmly, taking a step backward when he tried to grab hold of you again.

His smile drifted away, it was like watching the moon slip over the sun into a solar eclipse. The Hoseok you were left with was one that had a cold, stricken expression that bled disbelief.

“What did you say?” He asked you, slowly.

“I said, no.” You spat back, your voice sharp and firm despite the tingles of fear and anxiety creeping through every muscle in your body.

“I dare you, say that to me one more time baby and you won’t like what happens next.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Hoseok.”

That did it. As soon as he took one step in your direction, you spun around and booked it like a track star. You paid no mind to where you were going, not caring who you had to shove aside to clear a path for you to get away. You were trusting your gut, and it was screaming at you to get as far away as possible. You could hear Hoseok behind you, yelling your name and telling you to come back, but you paid him no mind. You just knew that this was your one and only chance to get away from him before you lost it.

Everything he had said and done had raised red flags in your mind, the way he talked to you and touched you, it was all wrong. It was possessive and dark, whether he intended it to be or not.

What husband doesn’t allow their wife to leave their home? What father lets their six year old child walk themselves to school? What caring man demands you obey his every will? There was something wrong.

You couldn’t hear Hoseok behind you anymore, the crowd had thickened substantially the further away you got from the park and the deeper into the city you were. People were staring at you strangely as you shoved through the crowds, grunting in annoyance as you squeezed yourself through them.

The crosswalk was fairly empty, you could make it through and keep going, you had no time to stop and question how far away Hoseok was. So, you broke through the final band of people and began to sprint through the road, despite the sudden cries and warnings that were being shouted behind you.

Fuck, there was a reason the crosswalk was empty, wasn’t there?

You turned your head to the side as you ran, only to come face to face with an oncoming car, coming in so fast you knew it wouldn’t be able to stop. No matter what you did, it was going to hit you. You threw your arms up in front of your face, blinding yourself as you squeezed your eyes shut and prepared yourself for the impact.

But it never came.

“Day one and you’re already fucking things up, aren’t you?”

The sounds of the city had fallen silent, there were no more car horns, no people talking, nothing. It was dead quiet. You slowly peeled your arms away from your face and opened your eyes.

Namjoon was there, still dressed in that three piece suit of his as he leaned up against the hood of the car that had almost hit you. He looked beyond pissed with you. You looked around, taking notice of your environment. There were people still looking at you, their faces frozen in shock and horror. There was a bird above you, it’s body frozen in midair with its wings spread wide open. And there was a little girl on the corner of the street, her popsicle stuck freefalling a foot above the ground.

Time had been suspended.

“Namjoon! You don’t understand, this life you put me in, I can’t do it! I’m not a wife or a mother, I can’t do it! And my husband? There’s something wrong with him, I don’t know what but he isn’t right in the head.”

Namjoon rolled his head back, a sharp sigh leaving his lips before he righted himself and pressed his fingers to his temples.

“You need to go back.” He simply said, his frustration evident.

“I just told you I can’t -”

“It’s either you go back to him and play house for a few fucking weeks, or I take you back to the crossroads and process you!” He snapped.

You jumped in surprise at the sudden intensity of his voice. When you had first met Namjoon he was calm, collected, even a little embarrassed at the mess up that had occurred. Now, he was frustrated.

“I told you before, you need to follow this life perfectly, you cannot let anyone know that anything is amiss. That means you need to be Jihoon’s mother and Hoseok’s wife. Whether you like it or not, that’s reality. So, you need to decide right now what you are going to do. Are you going to grin and bear it for a few measly weeks, or are we both leaving right now?”

You remained quiet for a moment. You already knew what your answer was going to be before you even opened your mouth. You needed to stop panicking and start thinking efficiently. What was a few weeks of unease and fear in comparison to years of your life you would gain in return. It was a good investment.

“I’ll do it.” You finally said.

“Good,” Namjoon breathed a sigh of relief as he popped off the hood of the car, “No more fuck ups, for my sake and yours.”

And then he was gone, disappeared into thin air.

The world was moving around you again, and you were no longer standing on the crosswalk but instead in the middle of the sidewalk as the crowd of people that were previously waiting to cross the road dissipated and made their way to the other side.

And then, those same hands were on you again, but this time they pulled you into a warm chest, crushing you like a boa constrictor in a desperate hug.

“You scared the shit out of me!” Hoseok cried, his hand settling on the back of your neck as he pulled your head into the space between his neck and shoulder.

How ironic, you had scared him.

~~~~~~~

Hoseok hadn’t even taken the risk of walking you back home, instead he flagged down a taxi and ushered the both of you into the back seat. The ride was spent in silence between the two of you. You sat there, the side of your head pressed against the window as you listened to the music from the radio and the feeling of Hoseok’s hand on your thigh keeping you immobile.

You allowed him to grip your wrist when the cab arrived outside your apartment and when he dragged you back inside. It seemed so much darker now after you had been outside. You really didn’t want to be trapped in that small apartment with just you and him and no Jihoon to protect you.

His hold didn’t lighten until he had dragged you into the bedroom you had woken up in the morning. It was then that he pressed his hand against your shoulders and shoved you backwards on the bed, quickly climbing on top of you as you began to flail your limbs wildly in surprise.

“Calm down, hunny.” He cooed, a genuine, sadistic smile on his face now. All the other smiles before had been so fake now that you had seen this one. This one was beyond thrilled.

You flinched as you felt cold metal encircle your wrist and snap shut. He had you handcuffed to the bed, there was no running away now that was for sure.

Your heart was thumping frantically in your chest, your limbs shaking as the adrenaline that had once faded was flooding through you again. Your instincts had been dead on accurate, you should have kept running when you had the chance.

“Baby, baby, baby,” He laughed, tilting his head to the side as his eyes shone with glee. “I haven’t seen you in so long, I thought you were gone.”

You were shaking beneath him as his eyes traced over every inch on your body, his fingers playing with the loose strands of your hair.

“You’ve been acting so different today, almost like how you were when we first met all those years ago.” He hummed, his face pressing closer to yours as he lightly brushed his lips down the side of your cheek before stopping to press a kiss at the curve of your jaw.

You flinched to the side in discomfort, spurring a delighted giggle from his lips.

“As fun as it is to have you like this again, that doesn’t mean I can let your bad behavior go unpunished. You left without my permission and you said no to me, I can’t have that baby, I just can’t.” He sighed, the puff of air against your flesh spurring goosebumps to rise in response.

“So, be a good little girl for me, and don’t move.” He instructed, pressing a lazy kiss to the bared column of your throat.

“You’re in timeout, a couple hours to yourself should help you think long and hard about what you did today.” He laughed, pulling himself off of you and retreating towards the bedroom door.

“I’d think of a good way to apologize to me if I were you.”

And then he was gone. Once the door shut you could feel your heartbeat steadily falling and returning to normal. “Play house,” Namjoon had said, “Grin and bear it,” he told you. You weren’t so sure if those sentiments applied to your situation anymore.

It was confirmed, you were married to a sadistic sociopath.

Hoseok had left you chained to the bed for hours on end like the asshole that he was. You were rightfully scared of him, like you had previously thought, he was unpredictable. One moment he was kind and gentle and the next he was angry and after that he was filled with a corrosive glee.

How were you supposed to make it through the next few weeks like this? It was impossible.

All you could do was lay there, stewing in anxiety as you were drowning in your never ending stream of thoughts about your fate at the hands of your so-called husband.

By the time you heard the front door unlocking the sunlight had completely shifted in the room. The light was now entering at a different angle casting long, dark shadows over the room. It looked like the light was being chased away by the tendrils of darkness curling at its soft edges.

You could hear a loud thud coming from the main room and the sound of little footsteps approaching the bedroom quickly.

“Mommy!” A voice called before the door was shoved open. Jihoon. “Found you!” He giggled, kicking his shoes off before scrambling up the side of the bed and crawling over to you on all fours.

Jihoon seemed undeterred by the sight of your wrist bound to the headboard behind you as he curled up against your side, his head resting on your shoulder as he wrapped his small arms around you. A chill traced its way up your spine, this wasn’t the first time he had seen his mother like this. No, this was common for him.

Jihoon was already prattling endlessly about his day, much like he had on the way to the school bus that morning. His chatter suddenly came to a stop as he ran out of things to say, instead he let out a little hum and asked you: “Daddy put you in time out?”

“Yeah, Jihoon, Mommy’s in time out.” You replied, your jaw clenched and your eyes pressed shut.

“I told you, you can’t leave. Daddy always finds you.” He said, nodding his head in agreement with himself as he began to play with your hair.

Your eyes snapped open, you head turning to the side to look at Jihoon. That definitely meant something, didn’t it? In fact, how had Hoseok found you at the park in the first place? Or on the sidewalk you had run to?

“Jihoon...how does Daddy find Mommy?” You asked him.

Jihoon continued to play with your hair, his tongue poking out of his mouth in concentration as he twisted and knotted your hair in a sloppy braid. “Your boo boo.”

“My boo boo?”

Jihoon stopped his shaky braiding for a moment, meeting your eyes as he grabbed your free hand and led it to the back of your neck. That was when you felt it.

Right there, at the nape of your neck, was a small bump beneath the flesh. You smoothed your finger over it a few more times in disbelief, making sure that what you were feeling was actually real.

He had microchipped you, like a dog.

A pit settled itself into your stomach as the reality of your situation finally hit you. The life you had been injected in was far more dark and twisted than you had first thought. This went beyond overprotectiveness and time outs, this was a clear show of obsession and possessiveness. In Hoseok’s eyes, you belonged to him.

And, upon having that realization, your husband returned home from work.

The bedroom door had been left wide open, giving you a clear view of Hoseok entering the apartment as he shimmied his jacket off of his shoulders and loosened his tie. Your arm curled around Jihoon tighter, pressing him even closer to your side like he was a life preserver, the only thing keeping you from being dragged down into the dark trenches of the sea. He felt safe to you.

The minute Hoseok looked up and caught sight of the two of you, the bleak and tired look that adorned his features drifted away and was replaced by that same fake smile, the one that never reached his eyes but lit up his entire face.

“There’s my two most favorite people in the world!” He called, pulling a laugh from Jihoon who raised his arms up in a gesture suggesting he wanted Hoseok to hold him.

Traitor.

Hoseok bounded into the room, lifting Jihoon up from underneath his arms and spinning him around before settling himself on the bed beside you with Jihoon on his chest, excited giggles shaking his entire body.

It startled you how normal this would have looked from the outside, minus your hand being cuffed. To anyone else it could have looked like any other family spending time together after a long day. A stay at home mother with her busy husband and their young son. Oh, how far that was from the truth.

“You hungry, buddy?” Hoseok asked, tickling his son's sides. “How about take out tonight?”

“Yeah!” Jihoon agreed enthusiastically.

“What do you think, Mommy?” Hoseok asked you, pivoting his head to the side, his dark eyes fixing you to your spot.

Play along.

“That sounds good.” You nodded, attempting to do some damage control from your actions earlier that day.

“Good answer baby,” Hoseok smiled, popping Jihoon off of him as he slid over to you, fishing the keys to the handcuffs out of his back pocket. His thumb gently stroked the reddened flesh of your bound wrist before freeing it. He held your wrist in his hand for a moment before pressing a long kiss to the irritated flesh.

“Behave.” He whispered into your skin, looking up at you through half lidded eyes before he flipped his switch again and bounced off of the bed in glee. “C’mon Jihoon, you can pick where we order from!”

~~~~~~~

The air had been thick with tension for the rest of the night, unbeknownst to Jihoon who was too excited to be with both of his parents to realize that there was anything wrong.

Jihoon had become a buffer between you and Hoseok, the little boy seating himself between the two of you on the couch with his food in hand while his legs kicked back and forth excitedly. A little hum of happiness left him with each bite of his food, completely oblivious to the dark look Hoseok was sending you over his head.

You had somehow managed to equally piss him off and excite him all in one day. You were scared of what it would be like when Jihoon had to inevitably go to bed, he wouldn’t be there to protect you anymore.

There were few things you had been scared of in your previous life, and they were normal things for a person of your stature. You had been scared of being mugged, being kidnapped for ransom, having someone break into your apartment, or becoming a disappointment to your family.

Most of those things could have been remedied with a bodyguard. Never in your entire life did you ever think you would come to rely on a six year old boy, your “son,” to be your protection. It was strange how much could change, all in the course of one night, one mistake.

Once again, you had found yourself cradling Jihoon to your side, his body relaxing under your touch as he snuggled up against you. He gently guided your hand away from your lap, and onto his head, a sign that he wanted you to play with the short strands of hair.

You pulled your hands away from your legs and allowed your son to lay his head down as you softly stroked his hair in a calming, soothing motion. The light of the television was flickering, casting a blue glow onto his young features. His eyes had fluttered shut, his long lashes casting smooth shadows against the skin beneath his eyes. His breath was coming out slower now beneath your touch, the rise and fall of his chest becoming slower and deeper than before.

Jenny had been right about one thing, you would have had cute children. When you went back, a part of you was certain that you would miss Jihoon. Your little protector.

You jolted at Hoseok’s unexpected touch, his arm sliding behind your shoulders as he moved closer to you on the couch. An annoyed whine sounded from Jihoon at the sudden motion causing him to press his face against your legs in an attempt to escape whatever was disrupting his sleep.

Hoseok leaned closer, his warmth seeping into your side. He joined your hand on Jihoon’s head, lightly smoothing over his hair before speaking. “I think it’s time for bed, little man.”

“Noooo!” Jihoon whined, “I wanna stay with Mommy.”

“Not tonight, buddy. You need to be a big boy and sleep in your own bed.”

“I don’t wanna!” He cried.

Sensing an impending tantrum, Hoseok scooped Jihoon up into his arms and cradled him to his chest. He started rubbing his back in slow motions, bouncing lightly with each step that he took. Miraculously, you could see Jihoon’s eyes begin to droop shut, his fatigue returning in full blast.

Your parents never did that for you.

You watched as Hoseok retreated into Jihoon’s room, presumably to get him ready for bed.

Shit, your bodyguard was falling asleep.

Your body moved before you could think, flinging itself from the couch and sprinting for the bedroom. You couldn’t think of what to do, you knew that as soon as Hoseok was done with Jihoon he was going to come after you and you didn’t know what to expect. So, you did what any other grown woman would do.

You hid under the covers.

Your heart was beating loudly in your chest, the sound echoing through your ears as you squeezed your eyes shut in fright. All you could do what lay there and wait for him, you were doing nothing but delaying the inevitable.

When you heard his footsteps rounding the corner you tried to slow your breathing, forcing your chest to rise and fall slower to make it seem like you had fallen asleep. If he bought it, then maybe he would leave you alone.

Unlikely.

He did the exact opposite. You could hear him close the door behind him, shuffling around the room as he got ready for bed. Your breath hitched in your throat as the lights flickered off, and the mattress dipped beside you from his weight.

It was dead silent in that pitch black room, the only sounds you could hear were the ringing in your ears, your breaths, and his.

You flinched in surprise when he latched onto you, dragging you backwards into the warmth of his bare chest.

You tried your best to remain calm, to breathe lightly, and to not move. But Hoseok was no idiot, and you were daft if you thought you could fool him.

“I know you’re awake.” He whispered, his nose pressing against your hair as he took in a deep breath, sending a sharp chill down your spine.

He remained quiet for a moment, his arms wrapping tighter around your body. The feeling was the same as if a boa constrictor was curling around you. Slowly increasing the pressure, tightening its grasp in an attempt to squeeze the life out of you. Slow, calculating, and intimate.

The arm that had looped around your middle lightly drew backwards, allowing his hand to slide beneath your shirt and rest on the bare skin of your waist.

“I think I know a way you can make it up to me.” He mumbled with his lips pressed against your throat.

His palm smoothed over the skin of your lower abdomen, just above the hem of your underwear as he buried his head into the crook of your neck, lips and tongue tracing over the bared flesh. Like a little lamb you had found yourself caught in the jaws of the predator, one snap away from the clutches of death.

You remained frozen from a blend of shock and fear, all sense of fight or flight leaving you and rendering you immobile. Every nerve in your body was screaming at you to move, to pull away, to throw yourself off of the bed. But your muscles were tense, frozen in a state of pure anxiety and fear, you knew nothing more than the thought of keeping still like a rabbit in the face of danger.

He moved to the side, dragging you onto your back so he could settle himself on top of you. He braced himself with his arms on either side of you, caging you in with no room to escape. He gave you no warning of what he was thinking of doing, he merely swooped down and pressed his lips to your own.

A muffled squeak rattled in your chest, your heart suddenly thudding louder than before like an alarm sounding to wake you up. Your hands moved first, sliding onto his chest and barely applying any force, struggling to push him back. His skin was warm and smooth against your palms, an alluring honey shade that you would have been enamored by like you had been that morning, had you not been exposed to his true nature.

“Hoseok.” You said, finally breaking free of his kiss.

Your call of his name had the exact opposite effect of what you had hoped. A deep groan rumbled in his chest as he pressed his hips against yours, effectively pinning you to the mattress beneath him.

“Hoseok!” You tried again, trying to grab his attention.

“That’s it baby, keep saying my name.” He sighed, expertly rolling his hips against yours.

Oh. Oh no.

The sudden wave of arousal that washed over you was unwelcomed and even more frightening than anything else. You weren’t even in control of yourself anymore, that was what his presence did to you.

“Play along,” The words that Namjoon had told you were suddenly echoing in your mind.

Your breath got caught in your throat as he pressed himself closer to you, you could feel the smooth roll of his hard length pressing against your core, light sparks of pleasure tingling throughout you. Shadows of fear still crept around in the back of your mind, the nape of your neck throbbing in a twisted reminder of the chip that lay beneath the skin.

Hoseok was in his own world, hell bent on teasing you until he grew tired of it. He shifted his weight onto one arm allowing his hand to delicately trace up the length of your body. His fingers just barely brushed your thigh, trailing upwards to trace the hollows of your hips before settling on your waist and rising up over the barrel of your ribcage that was exposed so nicely for him from your arched spine.

You were laying there, helpless for him, frozen from a state of arousal and fear that was blending perfectly into its own dark, tempting cocktail. You pressed your lips together firmly, smothering any whine that tried to force its way free from you when he pulled back, the motion of his hips stilling as he played with the hem of your shirt. You didn’t know if you wanted to yell at him to go away, or scold him for stopping.

Either way, you didn’t have much say on the matter.

He tilted his head from side to side, his dark eyes tracing over your form from head to toe. A small smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he watched the heavy rise and fall of your chest, your wrinkled shirt, and the way your thighs and hips jerked from the loss of his touch. You looked adorable to him, he couldn’t deny the powerful feeling it gave him to see you so helpless beneath him. He was sick, and he loved it.

His fingers were still tracing the hem of your shirt, like he was contemplating removing it despite the both of you knowing it was inevitably going to come off. Hoseok was an impatient man, that much you could tell. He firmly gripped the bottom of your shirt and began to roll it up agonizingly slowly, that satisfied smirk still pinned to his handsome features.

“Whaddya say, hunny? Should we give Jihoon a sibling?” He laughed, his tongue flicking out to swipe over his lower lip at the thought of getting to see you full with his child again. He would be a liar if he said the thought didn’t turn him on.

All of the blood rushed to your face, your thighs tensing reflexively against him where he was settled between your legs.

“Is that what you want?” He hummed, hands settling on your hips and roughly pulling you down the mattress against him. “You want me to fill you up again, sweetheart?”

You didn’t get a chance to even consider answering his lewd question, a sudden shock of lighting and a deep roll of thunder caught the two of you off guard. The once pitch black room had been lit up by the blast of light, the windows shaking from the boom of thunder.

And then, there was the sound of crying and little footsteps.

Hoseok hung his head backwards in distress before rolling off of you with an annoyed whine echoing through the room. “God fucking dammit.”

“Mommy! Daddy!” Jihoon yelled before throwing the door open and scampering up over the foot of the bed, his little face wet with tears as he scrambled over the sheets and settled himself in between the two of you.

If you had questioned it before, you weren’t questioning it now. Jihoon was your savior.

“Jihoon, it’s just a little thunder, it’s nothing to be scared of.” Hoseok said, his voice a little sterner than normal, most likely from his case of blue balls.

“It’s scary!” The little boy rebutted, “I wanna sleep with you!”

“Jihoon -”

“It’s okay you can sleep with Mommy and Daddy tonight.” You cut Hoseok off, opening your arms for Jihoon to snuggle into.

The look on Hoseok’s face would have been humorous if you didn’t know you were going to have to pay for it eventually.

Everything came with a price, eventually.

~~~~~~~

Hours melted into days, and days slowly migrated into weeks. You had begun to lose track of how much time you had spent in this other life of yours. But you knew you couldn’t stand it for much longer.

You could handle Jihoon, you liked Jihoon, you could stand even being there because of him. Hoseok...he was another story. He never hid his true intentions from you, that was for sure. But the more time you spent trapped inside that apartment the more you began to feel like you were going to lose yourself.

Sometimes you could forget what Hoseok really was, and other times he made sure to remind you. In this life, whoever this person was before you took over, they had never left the apartment since Jihoon was born. That was six years of their life spent trapped within these walls with no one to talk to except for two people who were only home for a few short hours a day.

It was isolating. It wasn’t unlike the lonely life you had lived before in those regards.

You were trapped, chipped, and alone. Any attempt you had made to leave by yourself, for any reason, had been swiftly thwarted by Hoseok. The knowledge of the tracker embedded in your neck reminded you that there was no point in running anyways, he would always find you.

You tried to remind yourself that this would all be worth it in the end, that you could handle these weeks if it meant getting your old life back. But as each week passed, you weren’t so sure that was true any more.

You were in a cyclical hell that you couldn’t manage.

You had opened the door one day at the sound of someone outside it, it had been a new neighbor, a young man with full lips and an unusual laugh. Your heart had soared at the opportunity of being able to speak to someone other than a six year old or your possessive husband, but that had been quickly thwarted.

Hoseok had pulled you back into the apartment and exited into the hallway, shutting the door behind him with a grim glare.

You never spoke to that neighbor again.

Hoseok had become more needy as each week passed and you had taken to sleeping in Jihoon’s bed with him as often as you could, feeling protected by the boy you called your son. But your distance didn’t help in any manner, Hoseok was becoming more aggressive and more irritable. Not with your son, never with your son, but with you.

He grabbed onto you more, touched you more, kissed you harder, and eventually forced you back into sleeping in your bedroom.

You faked an illness for a few days to keep him at bay. That was how you got to this point. He was desperate.

Hoseok was taking you on a work trip, just you, without your son. It was a city or two over, you would be staying at a hotel and having dinner with his coworkers there that same day. He was a desperate man calling for desperate measures to be alone with his wife. That meant that you had no more excuses and no Jihoon to protect you.

Jihoon had cried when you said you had to go away with Hoseok, he didn’t want to go and stay with Hoseok’s mother, he wanted you two. And that part of your heart that had grown to accommodate him was slowly breaking with each tear that rolled down his cheeks.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t love him.

You knew that you weren’t the best mother, you didn’t know what a good mother was like. Yours was efficient at best. So you dug down deep for what maternal instincts you had, held him close, dried his tears, and kissed his chubby cheeks.

And you told him you loved him. The first person you ever loved.

So, that was how you found yourself here, at a table with a bunch of boring men and their partners talking about their work with Hoseok’s hand gripping your thigh, his finger rubbing circles into the skin beneath the length of your dress.

You were incredibly bored of this ordeal. All of these men were business executives and their concepts of how to run a business were rudimentary at best. It took everything in you to keep your mouth closed to not correct them in front of their higher ups and embarrass them for the everyday mistakes they were making.

“Play along.” Namjoon had said, so that was what you did.

Although you may be a mother now, you would always be a business woman and a successful one at that. They didn’t deserve your expertise.

Your eyes lazily drifted away from the table, zoning out as their voices became reduced to a low rumble. And that was when you saw it, a flash of black fur and glowing jade eyes on the ledge outside the window.

Taehyung. It was time.

Your heart leapt with joy, a smile carving into your once stony expression. You could go home now, you could finally wake up from this nightmare. A sharp squeeze to your thigh grounded you, a pit rolling in your stomach. You had to get away from Hoseok.

He was staring at you, confused by the sudden appearance of your joyful grin.

You leaned close to him, whispering lowly, “I have to use the ladies room.”

“I’ll take you.” He replied, going to scoot his chair away from the table.

You gripped his forearm, bringing him to a halt. “No, this is important for you, I’ll only be a moment.”

He stared at you in silence, assessing you and trying to figure out what you were getting at before he spoke. “Behave.”

You nodded quickly before excusing yourself from the table and rushing down the hallway. You had seen a large balcony on your way to the restaurant on the top floor, it was only a little ways away.

As soon as you stepped foot onto the balcony, you saw him. Taehyung was there, resting on the balcony as the sun slowly drifted away behind a cover of clouds, a gentle rain was beginning to tap the marble floor beneath you.

You approached him quickly, your heart pumping in time with the gentle rumble of thunder above you. Taehyung came to a stand on the railing, the sharp drop off beside him glaring at you.

“We have to do it this way, again?” You asked, your hands wrapping around the railing beside him as you peered over. You were even higher now than you had been the first time, sharp tingles were shooting through your hands and feet as you stared down at the streets below.

Taehyung stared at you in silence, his eyes blinking slowly twice. You would take that as a yes.

So, you carefully sat yourself up on the railing and turned, allowing your feet to dangle over the ledge. You watched in horror as your heels slipped off and went plummeting down to the ground. It took them a long time to meet the pavement, it would be a long fall for you.

“Fuck, are all of you reapers this dramatic?” You hissed at the cat. He looked amused at your predicament.

“Okay, let’s do this thing.” You huffed, reaching your hand out to touch the reapers silky midnight fur.

And that was when you heard the panicked call of your name. You looked over your shoulder, your eyes meeting Hoseok’s. His face was ashen, his hands held up as he attempted to approach you. Your eyes caught sight of his phone held up in one of his hands, a blinking dot on a grid staring back at you. He had accessed your tracker.

“Baby, what are you doing?” He asked you, taking small, slow steps in your direction. “Come here, let’s talk, okay?”

“You can’t stop me,” You replied, “I won’t do this any longer.”

“You don’t know what you're saying, you're just stressed and scared. We can get through this.”

“I know what I’m doing, Hoseok. I’m done, my time is up and I need to go.”

“And what about me? What about Jihoon?”

Jihoon. A chill spread through your body, your eyes suddenly stinging. You didn’t know that would be the last time you would hug him or say goodbye. He didn’t know that was the last day he would have a mother.

“Jihoon will be fine.” You said firmly, Taehyung was creeping closer to you now at the same pace that Hoseok was. Your time was coming to a close, Hoseok was trying to compete with death. It was obvious who was going to win.

“I won’t let you do this.” He snapped back, frustration, desperation and fear taking over him as he flung his phone aside and began to run to you.

“You don’t own me.” You spat back.

And then you grabbed Taehyung and clutched him to your chest before slipping off the edge of the balcony, Hoseok’s fingers just brushing your skin before you plummeted off the side of the building.

Death was easier.

~~~~~~~

First, there was darkness.

And then there was the sound of monitors beeping around you.

Your eyes felt as heavy as lead, refusing to open on your command. And for a small, brief moment, you were afraid that when you opened your eyes he would be there. You were afraid that you had missed the window and you were trapped with him again.

But when you did manage to open your eyes, the person sleeping in the chair beside you was Jenny.

You did it.

Everyone was surprised by your survival and your recovery. The fall you had should have shattered your bones, mashed your brain, drained you of your blood. But you survived with minimal injuries. Some people called it a miracle, others thought you were a medical mystery.

And Jenny though you were stupid.

“What the fuck were you doing on that ledge? Were you that drunk or are you just that fucking stupid!” She yelled through her tears.

“Both.” You answered, your face completely deadpan as she rained down a series of hits to your arms in retaliation.

You laughed through it until she finally calmed down, a huffing mess in her chair beside you. “In all honesty, there was a cat on my balcony and I was trying to save it.”

“Oh my god, you are that fucking stupid aren’t you?” She said, shaking her head. “If you want a cat’s attention you lure it with food you dumbass! You are the dumbest smart person I know.” She sighed into her hands.

The two of you remained quiet for a moment as she collected herself and you took in the room around you. There were no cards, no balloons, and no flowers.

“So, I guess none of my family could clear some time in their busy schedules to come see me.” You said, quietly.

Jenny raised her head, sympathy etched into the features of her face. “Do you want honesty, or do you want me to sugar coat it?”

You bit your lip in thought before making up your mind. “Honesty.”

Jenny took in a deep breath before scooting her plastic chair closer to your gurney. “Your family is...distancing themselves from you for the time being.”

“Distancing?” You echoed in confusion.

“The media hasn’t taken too kindly to your...accident. Every tabloid is talking about the woman who has it all trying to throw it away. The public isn’t very happy with you at the moment.”

“The same wouldn’t be said if I had died.” You mumbled, because that was the truth. Nobody cared until it was far too late, their true intentions hiding beneath their masks of sorrow. It didn’t matter how much money you had, you had never been happy, and had your accident truly been an attempt well, maybe it was only a matter of time.

“And what does my family think?”

“They aren’t too happy with you either. Your mother and father have put on a face for the public, wishing you a speedy recovery, but they left you a memo. They aren’t ready to speak with you yet, not until you do something to find your way back into their good graces. Your siblings, on the other hand, have said nothing. Absolutely nothing.”

You had forgotten how lonely this life was. Thoughts of Jihoon tugged at your heart strings, his little whispers of “I love you’s,” your after school snacks and cuddles, and the soft voice he used when he would wake you up in the morning with a gentle: “Mommy?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you!” Jenny said quickly.

Your brow wrinkled in confusion before you felt it, the cool, wet, glide of a tear rolling down the side of your cheek. You were crying.

“It’s not you, Jenny. I’m just thinking about someone I love.”

~~~~~~~

You had returned to work almost immediately upon being discharged from the hospital. Jenny called you stupid, you called it trying to return to your only family. You knew you shouldn’t care about their opinion, not when they so clearly showed their disappointment in you and their lack of care. But they were all you had, they were your family, your blood. They made you what you were.

Right?

So there you were, back to wearing those red bottom heels, those tailored suits, and those glasses you hadn’t touched in so long, hidden behind your desk in your office.

You had kept your cool and your composure when you entered the office, doing your best to show you were unfazed by the shocked stares and the hushed whispers between your employees. You kept your composure only to throw your office door shut and slump against it with panicked pants for air.

No matter how hard you tried, you knew you were never going to be the same anymore. Not after your fall, not after the crossroads, and not after Hoseok. You were broken in ways you couldn’t even comprehend.

Even now, sitting at your desk, eyes trained on your computer, your finger swept over the skin at the nape of your neck, mindlessly feeling for the bump, the tracker that was once buried there. You were only met with seamless skin and irritation from the constant rubbing. You wouldn’t be surprised if you ended up rubbing the back of your neck raw.

A soft knock to your door had you sighing in relief, you needed some respite from the thoughts that were racing a million miles a minute in your mind. You were mentally exhausted from everything you had gone through. You removed your glasses, pressing your cool fingers to your eyes. Your hands were hurting again.

There was a loud crash as the door clicked shut, the sound of liquid spilling violently all over the floor of your office and the thick, strong odor of coffee. And then, there was the shocked gasp of your name.

A familiar chill traced down your spine at the voice, your heart kicking into overdrive. No, it couldn’t be. You rose from your chair causing it to spin away, your breathing quickening as you began to panic.

It was Hoseok, standing there in your office in a puddle of coffee.

Jenny’s words from all those weeks ago came flooding back into your mind. “The poor thing was so nervous, you really should be nicer to him. He has such a sweet smile…”

You stepped backwards in fear, your world suddenly crashing down on you in one fatal swoop.

He called your name again, a similar panic on his face as he crossed the room in distress. “Please! You, you have to help me! I don’t know what's going on but it feels like my head is being torn apart!”

Tears were rushing down your cheeks in endless rivers now. You had walked so far backwards that you were pinned against the tall windows behind you with nowhere left to go.

“I have two lives, two sets of memories running parallel in my head and I don’t know what’s real and what isn’t!”

You closed your eyes, your body shaking and shutting down the closer he got. And then his hands were on your shoulders, shaking you in his grasp as he began to hyperventilate.

“Where’s Jihoon?! Where did he go?! He cried, his body trembling in tune with your own as he was bombarded with memories he knew and ones he didn’t. He was too close now, his body pressed tightly to your own in that same suffocating manner as he panicked, his mind being torn apart for reasons unknown to him, holding onto you to ground himself.

You were beginning to understand now amidst the haze of panic. Namjoon had said he was putting you in a different place, in a different time. He had never said in a different life. You hadn’t become someone else, you had been moved six years forward in time. Those painful weeks you had lived through with the guise of them being temporary had all been for absolutely nothing. You were doomed to live out the life you had been trapped in.

It was fate.

“Where is our son?!”

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Delicate steel.

Summary:

Rachel wanted to go home. She just wanted to get home. The only thing that held her back were the two huge wolves outside the door, the iron lock, and the fucking fate that had clearly decided to laugh at her. As it was, everything was fine...Oh, right! She's also getting married soon. But I have no idea for whom yet.

Notes:

In general...I decided to finally finish this chapter, because what I published earlier was just a draft and it happened that I deleted the work. Ahem, ahem.

Chapter 1: 1

Chapter Text"I don't know, damn it," Damian snarled back, his lips pinched into a thin line. His patience was running dangerously red, and his annoying family never stopped asking him questions, and Damian didn't know how close he was to killing each of them. "What do you mean, you don't know, Damian?" Your eighteenth birthday is coming soon! "I'm aware of that. Damian said dryly, turning to the window and trying to ignore the circle of people gathered around him. Sometimes, in his head, he would quietly start hating them all. The boy heard his sister snort at his answer, and before she could open her mouth to say something even more irritating and irritate him, his father intervened. "Damian." Bruce called coldly — " Stephanie's right. The day of the Blood Moon is approaching, and whether you want it or not, you must find a mate. It's a tradition." — Steph smirked like the Cheshire cat. "Come on, Dad. Maybe our little Alpha likes to go to "girls". " - Damian gritted his teeth and said nothing at Jason's snide remark, hoping that if he continues to ignore them, then maybe everything will be fine?The alpha genes were already boiling in him, the wolf was growling in frustration, and Damian was ready to howl in helplessness. He hated family advice, but when it came to his marriage and finding a true mate, it didn't seem so bad to hang himself and rot in a barn somewhere. Maybe now from the outside he looked like a "little capricious Alpha" with his behavior and an offended frown, but if such a strategy would bring him the desired silence, Damian was ready to play along. Despite the fact that he was the future Alpha of the pack, the new leader, and should have been able to solve problems diplomatically, or be able to kick ass, now he would have been happy to be somewhere in the mountains. Or on another planet. He could have left at any moment, ignoring the drama of Stef and the grinning Jason, if not for the glaring eyes of his father and mother. Damian knew he was being stupid. But he did not know the answer to the question that had been nagging at him for about a year. And every day it annoyed him more and more.From the very first day of his birth, Damian was different from the other wolves. Even in the cradle, he was different. The guy turned early to become a wolf, too early for any measurements, and after the Alpha blood in him awoke with extraordinary speed and as it turned out, he is the new Alpha, which further complicated the situation since he was the youngest son and theoretically could not inherit the Alpha genes. But no, it did happen. Everyone expected that his older brother Richard, kind, cheerful and resourceful, able to talk or at least tolerate people, and most importantly already having a couple, would take the place of the leader and everyone would be happy to the point of screeching bones. How wrong they all were, and how no one expected the Alpha genes to wake up in their youngest son, the rude, silent, and insufferable Damian, known as the walking mess and without a true mate at 17. Many people only laughed when they heard that the Alpha Force appeared in the younger heirs, but when they met with Damian, not a single question remained. He was young, but the Alpha genes had awakened in him with the strength and power of a mature wolf, which gave him even more advantages in the piggy bank of oddities. His relatives got married almost from the first day of birth, his sister was already engaged, his friends were already engaged and even some children in the sandbox already wore special marks saying that they have a couple! And Damian... Damian was broken. Broken almost from the very first day of life. The day of his coming of age was approaching, and the council and the entire pack were now on edge, watching his every move and not losing the chance to slip him a wolf at every opportunity in the hope of finding the one that made him even more exasperated. During this week, he had seen so many women's faces that they were all mixed up in one mess, and he didn't even remember their names. His position in the

pack is already pretty shaky, and if he doesn't find a mate before his birthday, Damian may not be the leader. < i>Worst of all, he won't last long without a pair. "Well, look at him! He's not even listening to us!" — Stephanie fell silent again, seeking support from her father. Of course, her position doesn't weigh in the balance, and the whole pack doesn't sit on her neck and fall asleep with eternal questions that he doesn't know the answers to. Bruce sighed heavily, casting a pleading glance at his wife. He knew that it wasn't easy for his son to come to terms with his new Alpha status and his new status in the pack. Despite all the responsibilities Damian had to deal with, he was pretty good at it, but the question of his true mate was always going to be a hell of a lot harder. Talia gave him a quiet smile, putting her hand on his shoulder. "But if brother can't find a mate on his own, then we have to help him! Damian chuckled softly. If only it were that simple, but only the Gods themselves could help him. - "Dad! I know who is perfect for the role of the Moon! Christy! She is younger than my brother, but she is a beautiful and strong wolf. Christy will fit perfectly into our family! " - Steph screamed again to her father. But then Damian's patience reached the end, driving the Alpha genes in his blood, and his wolf growled inwardly at his sister. Damian didn't like that part of himself, but he was grateful for the Alpha Force now, as Stephanie immediately fell silent. "That's enough," he said, as his sister jerked behind her father, hiding her eyes in shame. "Just because she's your friend doesn't mean she's my mate, Steph. His voice, menacing and guttural, turning into a growl, echoed off the walls of the mansion, causing Steph to shudder slightly and hunch over, hiding behind her father. His emerald eyes, a little silvery, swept around the room, and when they met his mother's distressed gaze and his father's frown, he frowned sternly. Maybe tomorrow he will regret his lack of restraint, but right now the only thing he wants is to get as far away from them as possible, so as not to see himself as a leper.***Perhaps if the town of Date, in northern Switzerland, could be described in three sentences Raven would have said " Forest. A large forest. The devils of the big forest. " and it would be clear to everyone what kind of place this is. It wasn't that she was against nature, but she had lived most of her life in gray and gloomy New York, so the forest was her first shock when she moved. Her mother recently remarried after a failed marriage with Raven's father and an accident with her sister, and now they are all together, the whole friendly family decided to change their place of residence. As if they don't have enough problems. Rachel didn't listen much to her mother's speech in the front seat, plugging her ears with headphones, knowing that she was talking more for her stepfather. Ben wasn't a bad person. He joked stupidly, smiled affably and believed in a happy life, dreaming, according to him, of a large family. He didn't touch Rachel, and he didn't bother her with father-daughter chatter, so he was the best option for her and her mother, Angela. To be honest, he never bothered Rachel at all.When Ben expressed a desire to move, to give in to a quiet life, Rae was not so against it. She didn't have any friends in New York, or anywhere else, so she was neutral about the idea of moving. So she ended up in Switzerland, in the back of an elderly pickup truck, in the middle of the woods and 7 miles from the city of Data. "Rachel!" — through the wall of music, the girl heard her mother's displeased voice and quietly rolled her eyes. - "Yes? Rachel replied tonelessly, still wearing her headphones, and turned to the window. She stiffened quietly. Maybe this way they'll know she's not in the mood to talk. "Could you please put the music down, young lady? I want to talk to you. "- "Well, of course to talk, and I thought we were going to drive the ball." barely restraining the sarcastic remark that was about to fly off

her tongue, Rachel still put the headphones in her bag and raised an eyebrow at Angela questioningly. "So? — " "There's a new school waiting for you, Rachel. New acquaintances". Angela's words flowed smoothly, and her sweet smile suggested doubts, and Rachel inwardly guessed that this conversation had been planned in advance. The girl chuckled to herself. "Ben and I are well aware of your difficulties in communication and all that concerns friendship, and we are immensely grateful to you for so easily agreeing to move, but if you have a problem again, like last time..." Rachel's eyes dimmed. Her heart stopped for a moment, silent for a second, and her nails dug painfully into the soft skin of her palm. The world seemed to stop, and my lungs were on fire. So that's what it was all about. Her lips parted in a venomous grin, and Rachel gritted her teeth. Rey saw a small flicker of pain cross Angela's face, her lips pressed into a thin line, and her face lost any hint of a smile, and with a curt nod to Rachel, the woman turned away. Rey exhaled heavily, holding her breath. She leaned back in her seat, pressing herself as close to the window as she could and crouching in a corner of the darkness, only now feeling the pain in her arms. She slowly opened her hand, coldly watching the tiny drops of blood gather on the skin that had been severely pierced by her own hand, and immediately closed her hands. She didn't have the energy to look at it again, and the only thing that distracted her was the huge sign with the big black letters "Date. A place where people become one with nature.»

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Chapter 6: Crooked House

(from ‘The Winter and The Crown’)

…in which Harry and Y/N find a house in the middle of nowhere.

Word count: 5k

AU: queen!y/n, commander!harry

Description: Y/N and Harry set off on a new adventure to find ‘the cure’ for an ancient curse, meanwhile, the enemies are plotting to take her kingdom.

Wattpad link (Reyna as Y/N)

ANNOUNCEMENT:

I’ve been so busy this week and I have an exam on Friday so there won’t be an update next week :’( Chapter 7 will be posted on Friday, September 11, 2020 on Patreon and Wednesday, September 16, 2020 on Tumblr and Wattpad. Love you guys so much! Thank you for loving this story!

Y/N woke up recalling Harry pulling her from the river and carrying her back to his horse. She recalled his hands on her skin, him whispering words in her ear to keep her from slipping away. It wasn’t until reality set in, and she found herself completely naked underneath the fur coat, that she knew it wasn’t just a dream.

She’d almost died, and he’d saved her, again.

She propped herself up, her arms shaking. She was in a cave, the horses were there and the fire cast eerie shadows on the walls. Harry was nowhere to be found. She would assume he’d left her here on her own if his sword weren’t lying there by their satchels. Outside, the birds were chirping.

How many days had passed?

She flexed her fingers until the numbness went away, secured the coat around herself and gripped a rock for balance as she got to her feet. Her joints cracked and her head spun a little as though there was still water trapped in the hollows of her ears. She thrust her feet into her boots and followed the faint light to the cave entrance, stepping out into the snow.

Her muscles were weak, and the cold almost knocked her over. She put a hand on the wall for support and was thinking about going back inside when Harry emerged through the white branches, shaking the snow off his hair.

He halted when he saw her. “What are you doing out here?” he asked, crossing the space that separated them. He was holding some dry sticks so he must have left the cave to collect them. “Go back inside. It’s too cold.”

“The air feels good,” she said, blinking slowly. He shook his head, his brows knitted as he rested his hand on her shoulder to spin her around, but she took his wrist. “Just let me stand here for a little while.”

Harry exhaled as he rolled his eyes and his hand fell away from her shoulder. Her pout had worked like a charm. “Do you feel better?”

She nodded and cleared her throat. “How long was I asleep?”

“Three days.” He sighed deeply. “You woke up a few times, but I assume you weren’t aware of it.”

She wrapped her coat tighter around herself then noticed that his eyes flicked away and a bit of colour brightened his cheeks. “I’m sorry,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I had to do it. You were...dying.”

“I understand.” She tried to suppress a smile. It was funny to see him so flustered just from thinking about what had happened. “Thank you for saving my life.”

“You’re welcome,” he said, giving a tight smile. “But...why did you go out on the ice?”

“I thought I saw someone,” she said, trying to recall what had happened. “I think it was just my mind playing tricks on me.” She didn’t fully believe that, as she could have sworn the woman had been real until she wasn’t. Thankfully, Harry didn’t ask more questions about it.

She held onto his arm as they walked back inside the cave. Her legs were still wobbly but she was growing more confident on them. She sat down by the fire, watching him feeding the flame with the sticks he’d collected and fumbling through his satchel for her clothes. He was still blushing when he handed them to her.

“I didn’t...k-know how to put them on for you,” he said timidly. She bit back a smile as he sat down beside her. Before she could thank him, he went on, “We’ll eat and then go back to Isolde, or do you need to rest some more?”

Y/N was taken back. “Go back?”

“Yes.” Harry raised his eyebrows. “We’re on our own and you’re unwell. You need to be returned to the castle.”

“But we’re already here.”

“We’re not very far from the castle.”

“No!” she snapped, making him flinch. “We’re not going back. If you want to go back, go alone.”

“I can’t leave you here.”

“So don’t!”

Harry said nothing, yet the reluctance in his eyes made her feel like bursting into tears. And so she turned away and roughly unfolded her shirt, not sure if she was angry at him or herself.

“What?” Y/N snapped as Harry kept on staring. “Have you not seen enough?”

He cleared his throat. He was supposed to look away for her to change. She was a queen and he could be beheaded for what he’d done. Though he didn’t know much about royals, he believed she must save herself for marriage, and he of all people should not have been the first man to have seen let alone touched her body.

“I just didn’t expect to see so many scars,” he heard himself say and immediately regretted it as she pulled the giant coat tighter around herself to cover as much skin as possible.

“And what’s wrong with them?” she asked, looking offended.

He shook his head fast, holding up his hands. “No, no, there’s nothing wrong. I only meant to ask if you got them from fighting in battles...”

She cocked her head to the side and gave him the kind of look that made him think she could stab him at any moment. But instead, she slipped her arm out of the coat and showed him the scar on her bicep.

“My brother gave this to me during our duel,” she said. “The cut was so deep they had to stitch it up. I lost so much blood that day that I passed out on the field and Lance had to carry me back to the castle.”

Harry didn’t realize he’d been gawking at it until she let out a breathy laugh and proceeded to show him a few more on her arms and legs. She didn’t go into details about them, only telling him she’d got them during the journey last year.

Harry wished he could remember. He wished he knew how he’d reacted to the things that had happened to her, or if he’d tried his best to protect her, and if he had, he must have failed, because now she was carrying these bad memories on her body, while to him, they didn’t even exist.

“What about the one on your back?” he ventured. And his face turned scarlet when he received a look of shock from her. He hoped it hadn’t sounded like he’d counted all the scars on her body and memorised them while she’d been unconscious. He hadn’t. But he had spent a lot of time watching her sleep.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” he said when she didn’t respond. “I’m sorry for asking…”

Her lips arched at the corners when she met his nervous gaze. Slowly, she reached behind her back to feel the scar he was talking about.

“I got shot trying to save you in the ambush,” she said.

“Oh,” was probably not the best response, but it was all he could manage. She was staring, so he felt like he should say something else. “T-Thank you.”

“Why?” she snorted. “I couldn’t save you.”

“But you tried to.” And never had Harry thought someone would’ve done that for him. But perhaps it was just how the Queen was. Hadn’t she almost died because she’d thought she’d heard someone crying for help in a snowstorm and felt the need to jump off her horse to save the person? Harry didn’t have to get his memory back to know that she had a good heart. But would it do her any good or only bring her more trouble in the future?

He took a deep breath and shook off the thought. It wasn’t his place to question these things.

“Oh, there’s something,” he said as he suddenly remembered. “When you were sleeping, I think you were having bad dreams.”

Her eyes went round. “Oh?”

“You kept saying, ‘Do not take him from me,’ and that you’d find the lake to save someone from dying.”

The subtle change in her expression got Harry feeling anxious.

“This mission isn’t about Calanthe, right?" he asked. "At least that’s not the only reason.”

When her gaze fell to the floor, he knew that he was right.

“The King is sick, isn’t he?”

Her eyes snapped up to meet his. She seemed rather confused.

Harry raised both eyebrows. “You’re looking for the lake to save His Majesty because he’s sick?”

It took her a moment to answer with a gentle dip of her chin.

He thinned his lips and exhaled. “I’m sorry."

“But also for Isolde,” she said, not looking at him. “For Lance and Isolde."

Harry only nodded.

She must really love the King, because as soon as Harry had mentioned his sickness, the light in her eyes had gone out. Harry now felt like an arse for having touched her without their clothes on even though he’d only done it to save her life.

“Would he kill me if he knew we—” He widened his eyes to hint at what had happened. As her cheeks turned pink, he couldn’t help but agree with his past self that the name Peach really did suit her.

“I’m sure he’ll get over it,” she said, her eyes crinkled at the corners.

Harry thought about how lovely she looked when she smiled like that. When she really smiled. But of course, he wasn't going to tell her.

“Will I be invited to your wedding when we get back?" He grinned.

“If we make it back,” she said, lifting her shoulders and pursing her lips.

She looked sad again. And so Harry told himself not to mention the King's sickness until they’d found the lake.

He sat up straight and put on a tight smile. "Are you hungry, Your Majesty?"

“She’s looking for the lake?”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” said the Lord Chancellor.

Calanthe sank back into her chair and rested her chin on her knuckles. The room was so quiet that if there were a fly, she would be able to hear it flapping its wings. All eyes focused on her, waiting for the next thing she said. But it was another voice that broke that undisturbed silence.

“Your Majesty, I have a question.”

Everyone’s attention shifted to the man sitting on Calanthe’s right at the other end of the table. She motioned her hand for him to speak.

“I don’t understand why we haven't invaded the North,” he said. “We’ve got the upper hand now. Their cities are burning and the low courts of Isolde are in chaos. Now their Queen is absent, and the North is like a headless snake. Why do we have to wait when we can just win without a fight?”

Whispers passed around the room as Calanthe took a deep breath and tilted her head. “What’s your name?”

“Brion Warton, Your Majesty.”

“Sir Brion,” she said, lacing her fingers together on the table. “How long have you been serving in my court?”

“Ever since the King died, Your Majesty.”

“That’s not quite long, is it?”

“No, Your Majesty, I–”

“Guards! Seize him!” Two men violently yanked Sir Brion out of his chair, twisted his arms behind his back and forced him onto his knees. Nobody else made a sound as Calanthe gave her guards a dismissive wave. “Take him out of here and cut off his tongue.”

“Your Majesty, please!” cried Sir Brion, but no one dared to speak and ask the Queen to spare his life. Calanthe could see the fear in their eyes as the guards dragged Brion out of the room. They were just glad it wasn’t them.

Calanthe looked to her left and gave the group of men wearing black cloaks a satisfied grin. The Monks seemed proud of her. They were convinced she was the chosen one.

She’d been looked down on her entire life, been called a little girl and a whore, been told that she could not rule a kingdom. Well, look at her now. People feared her, and she had never felt more powerful.

“If you’re planning on staying in my court,” she said loudly, pulling all eyes back to her, “you ought to know that you don’t get to give me ‘advice’ unless I ask for it. And you don’t get to doubt me or question my decisions.” She looked at every single face to make sure they knew that any of them could end up a tongueless fool if they crossed her. “I bet a lot of you have the same question as Sir Brion but are smart enough to not ask it aloud. So I’m going to do you a favour and give you an answer.” She sucked in a breath, sitting up straight. “Y/N has set off to look for The Lake of Tears. No one has ever succeeded. We don’t even know if the lake exists. So chances are she’ll not make it back. That leaves the high court of Isolde for Lance Devanny, The Bastard King of Attwell. It seems like the perfect opportunity for us to take the North, right?”

A frightful silence ensued as people exchanged uncertain glances.

“Wrong!” Calanthe slammed her fist onto the table, startling several of the men. “Lance Devanny is a living saint in Attwell. He’s freed his people from his half-brother’s tyranny and is betrothed to the Queen of the second-largest kingdom. The low courts of Attwell worship him. They’d kiss the ground he walks on. So if we take advantage of this ‘opportunity’ and invade the North, who’s to say that Attwell would not fight for their King? And when the West is against us, so will the East and every living soul in Isolde who’s blindly pledged their loyalty to Y/N. We must be patient and win this war on the battlefield, so all one hundred kingdoms could see that I deserve to be their one true queen.”

With that, she pushed away from the table and got up. Everyone immediately rose from their seats.

“Court dismissed.”

Calanthe took her sceptre from a servant, and without a second glance at any of the frightened faces, she spun on her heels and sauntered out of the room.

A guard ran up to her when she stepped into the corridor. “Your Majesty!”

“Speak.”

“News from the North! They’d survived the snowstorm.”

“They?”

“Y/N and the thief.”

Calanthe lifted an eyebrow. “Good,” she said, a corner of her mouth arched. “If the spirits of the mountain don’t kill her first, we’ll make sure she suffers when she gives us what we want.”

Harry and Y/N had run out of food so they decided to go for a hunt. It was difficult to find prey in the woods during winter. Still, they managed to catch two rabbits and brought them back to the cave. Y/N had done the catching, killing and cooking, and Harry was mostly there for...emotional support.

It was funny how impressed he seemed watching her roast the rabbits on the fire. She felt his eyes on her and had to speak. “We used to do this all the time.”

“We?”

“You and I. Before you went missing, we used to go hunting together.”

“Oh.” His mouth formed a tiny circle, which made her laugh. “So I actually knew how to throw a knife at a rabbit?” he asked.

“No.” She shook her head. “You were also there for emotional support.”

Harry scoffed as he rolled his eyes. “I don’t believe you. You could just tell me anything because I don’t remember.”

“If you don’t want me to manipulate you then you should try to remember,” she said it as a joke but deep down she hoped that he was still trying.

They finished their meal and Y/N had gained enough energy to set off. She waited for Harry to try to talk her out of it. If Lance were here, she knew that he would. But Harry said nothing as he saddled the horses and helped her mount Thunder.

They rode side by side through the forest, the cold settling beneath her skin. She was lost in her thoughts and worries when Harry decided to break the silence between them with a random question. “How did you and the King meet?”

She snorted yet didn’t look at him. “I was betrothed to his brother. Then he killed his brother and I killed mine. Now we’re King and Queen and soon to be married. Happy ending.”

“Wow,” Harry breathed. She didn’t know what to make of that reaction. “Couples who kill together belong together," he said.

She wanted to tell him that it was the exact reason why they belonged together. However, she continued to pretend that she was not interested in having this conversation, just so she wouldn’t end up saying the wrong things.

“Have I told you how I met Kenny?” he asked.

“Yes,” she replied flatly.

Harry chuckled. It seemed like he didn’t get the hint that she wasn’t in the mood to chat about their ‘love interests’.

“So,” he went on, “have I told you that I have a sister—”

“I already met your sister, her husband, and your mother.”

This information made Harry shut up for a few seconds before he spoke again. “I was going to say you reminded me of my sister.”

This time, she allowed herself to look at him. His dimples made an appearance as their eyes met.

“Did my family know that I was serving in your court?” he asked.

“Yes. You used to write to them before Calanthe closed the border.”

Harry heaved a sigh of relief, and she could tell it’d been bothering him that he might have left his family without a proper goodbye.

She expected him to drop the conversation now, but then he said, “You know so much about me and I don’t know anything about you.”

“You do,” she said. “You just don’t remember. But if you’d like to be reminded, you can just ask me.”

“Anything?”

She shot him a warning look. “Make sure it’s appropriate.”

“I’ll try.” He smirked and pursed his lips. “Hmm. Let me think.”

And so he spent the next few moments asking her about her childhood, just boring questions about herself. But seeing him so excited and interested in knowing about her made her feel at ease.

They’d lost track of time as the conversations went on and on. They had no idea how long they’d been travelling until they saw a smoke pillar rising from the trees.

Y/N’s chest throbbed as the pictures of the burned village and black corpses flashed through her eyes.

But there was no village here. So where was the smoke coming from?

And so they kept on riding until a small lovely house appeared behind the trees, with its chimney blowing dark smoke into the white cloudless sky.

“Someone lives here?” Harry asked as their horses stopped. “In the middle of nowhere?”

“Probably another witch,” Y/N mumbled, trying not to sound worried despite her wavering voice.

She would suggest that they ignore the house and move on, but they were out of supplies and there might not be small animals for them to hunt as it was getting colder.

After a thorough discussion, they both agreed to walk up to the house and ask for food and water.

To their surprise, the door was left open.

“What are you doing?” Y/N hissed as Harry walked in as if he owned the place. He ignored her and dashed straight toward the fireplace. Taking off his gloves, he sat down and started warming his hands.

“Relax,” he told her with a smirk. “We’ll apologise to the owner when they return.”

Letting go a breath, Y/N timidly stepped in and looked around. The living space was small yet clean and cosy. Everything was made of wood. And in the corner of the room was a table with bread, meat and wine. Harry jumped to his feet as soon as he’d located where the wonderful smell was coming from, but Y/N snatched his coat and pulled him right back before he could make himself too comfortable.

“We’ll just warm up while waiting for the owner to come home,” she said, glaring at him. He heaved a tired sigh, looked regretfully at the food before returning to his previous spot by the fire.

Y/N shrugged off her coat, draped it over a chair and joined Harry on the carpet. She watched the flame dance in his eyes as he was completely mesmerised by it.

“Who do you think lives here?” she asked.

“Probably a lonely old lady,” he said with a shrug. “But it could be anyone. With all that’s happening in the North, this seems like the most perfect place to live.”

“You’re right,” Y/N murmured. She would rather have a life like this, completely isolated from the rest of the world, alone with Harry.

For a second, she didn’t want to go back or even go on.

She just wanted to stay here.

Her thoughts were cut off by the embarrassing sound of her stomach growling. She clutched it, face burning red as Harry chuckled and pushed up from the floor. He went to the table, took a loaf of bread, broke it in half and handed one half to her.

“We can’t!”

“The food’s all cold, Your Majesty. The master of the house is probably stuck somewhere in the storm and won't be back until morning.”

Y/N stared at the piece of bread in her hand and let go a shaky breath. “Fine,” she said. “Just don’t take anything else.”

Despite what she’d said, the two of them ended up eating everything on that table.

They’d been starving, and Harry reassured Y/N that with all that was waiting for them on this journey, dying in the hand of an old lady would be the easiest death.

By the time they’d finished the meal, the sky had turned dark and another storm was coming. The master of the house would certainly not return anytime soon.

Harry and Y/N let the horses into the house, spread a blanket they’d found on one of the chairs out on the floor and lay down together by the fire. The snow and wind were beating down on the roof and against windows, but the crackling of the fire and Harry’s slow breathing had drowned out all those horrifying sounds for Y/N.

For the first time in so long, she felt at peace.

“What if she’s a witch?”

“Who?”

“The lady who lives here,” she whispered and scooted closer until their shoulders touched.

His eyes fluttered open as he turned his face to her. “Then she eats us.”

She swatted his chest playfully and he burst out laughing. Both of them turned on their sides and lay face to face with one another.

He gave her a lazy grin. “Are you scared, Your Majesty?”

“Never.”

“I’m scared, though.”

“I know.”

“How?”

“You’re a big whiny baby so of course you’re scared.”

Harry snorted at the remark. “I am big, but not a baby nor whiny.”

“I’m just going to say nothing because I’m too tired to disagree,” she said, her eyelids growing heavier and heavier.

Before she nodded off, she heard him whisper, “Let’s just stay. Let’s never leave this house.”

“I agree,” she whispered back, yawning. “Let’s do that.”

She felt happy.

She was happy.

And she didn’t ever want to leave.

When Y/N woke up from a dreamless sleep, Harry was still sleeping soundly and the fire was still burning. Outside, the storm had cleared and the sky was growing light.

They were still in the house.

Good, she thought. They weren’t going to leave anyway.

Y/N pushed herself up and came to the table to find it full of food just like when they’d first arrived. Someone had prepared all the food for them while they were asleep.

She was right to have decided to stay here forever. There were food and fire and water and Harry – all the things that she needed to survive. Time didn’t matter here. She didn’t have to care what day it was. She could have been asleep for days and she wouldn’t even know.

Time made you weary. And she was glad to be rid of that burden.

She sighed happily and grabbed a chair, and a sting at her fingertip made her jump. A drop of red blood flooded the surface where she'd pricked her finger. She stared at it unblinkingly.

Reality rushed right through her. She snapped her head up and was horrified to find herself standing in front of a crooked table, empty and undusted, just like the rest of this place. It wasn’t the same lovely house they’d spent the night in. It was dark and filthy and looked like it’d been abandoned for ages. The sweet smell of wood was now the stink of a dead rat rotting in the corner of the room. The only thing that had been real was the fire, now burning in a hideous black fireplace.

Y/N stood completely still. Sweat formed on her forehead as her heartbeats thundered.

Harry finally awoke. He slowly pushed himself up from the floor, yawning and stretching his arms as he looked around the room to find her. From his expression, she knew he still saw the same room they’d been in. His eyes lit up as they spotted her. No, not her.

“Food!”

Y/N stumbled back as Harry rushed toward the empty table and grabbed a fistful of nothing and shoved it into his mouth. Then he started chewing.

“Harry!” She shook his arm, terrified. “Harry, we must leave. None of this is real!”

“Leave?” He looked at her as if she’d lost her mind. “You said you wanted to stay here forever.”

“No, Harry, wake up. We can’t stay here forever. What you’re seeing right now...is not real!”

Harry grimaced as he roughly pushed her hands off him and took a step back. “I’m not going. We’re safe here. Everything we need–”

She charged forward and gripped his arms. “Is not here! We must go! I think this place is messing with our heads. We must get out of here.”

The fireplace flared to life, and Y/N jumped. The wind gusted against the house, groaning like a monster waking from its hibernation. The fire had caught on the dirty carpet and started spreading onto the walls and broken furniture. Y/N grabbed their coats and things as the horses kicked the door down and sprang outside. She seized Harry by the hand but he didn’t budge.

“Harry! The house is burning!”

“It’s not. You’re seeing things again, Y/N!”

She was seeing things? Was she the crazy one or was him? Or were both of them?

Y/N was frozen when Harry took her face between his hands. The smoke thickened quickly, burning her eyes but Harry seemed more concerned about her than the fact that they were going to die if he didn’t come with her. “You saw the woman in the forest and she wasn’t there, Y/N,” he said, his voice calm and soft. “We’re safe here. Trust me.”

“No,” she snapped. “You’re going with me. Whether you like it or not.”

He had the strangest smile. “Do you hear that music?”

“Harry–”

“It’s like a party!” Harry sighed happily. “Let’s dance. You love to dance, don’t you, Peach?” He swept her into his arms, turning her around and nuzzling his face against her neck. “Isn’t this everything you’ve wanted?”

She pushed away from him at once. The walls sighed, she could swear, as if it were making fun of them, taunting them before swallowing them whole. She coughed into her sleeve, feeling dizzy but Harry looked like he couldn’t even feel the heat. She must wake him. But how.

She grabbed his face and smashed her lips to his. When she pulled back, he was startled, then a light came to his eyes and he whisked his head around the burning room. He could finally see what she saw.

She grabbed his hand and he didn’t protest as she pulled him to the door. The roof fell and crashed right in front of them and they jumped out of the way just in time, coughing and pulling each other up to find their way through the blinding smoke. Harry nearly fell. Y/N had to yank him back to his feet. When they broke out into the cold air and tumbled down onto the snow, the crooked house collapsed right before their eyes and was completely engulfed in the vicious flame.

“What was that?” Harry asked, gasping for air.

“It’s this place,” Y/N said, tears welling in her eyes as she could not stop coughing. Harry’s arms sought her and pulled her close to him as they lay there in the light of dawn, shaking from terror.

So this was why most people who'd come here could not return to tell the tales. It wasn’t just the cold or wild animals or snowstorms. It was the magic or whatever power that was protecting this place from intruders.

The legends were all true. The lake existed.

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gizkasparadise · 4 years

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cdrama rec: the romance of tiger and rose

KDRAMA AND CDRAMA MASTER LIST OF REVIEWS

Series: the romance of tiger and rose Episodes: 24 Genres: is meta a genre? meta., romance, comedy, wuxia lite Spoilers in the Rec: minor ones If You Like, You’ll Like: extraordinary you, the full and unabashed embracing of tropes, a solitary white dove flying in between two martial artists before a fight, a surprisingly nuanced look at gender roles, human joy

Rank: 10/10

PREMISE

xiao qian is a screenwriter trying to convince one of her temperamental actors to just read the damn lines--he refuses, because he can’t get into the headspace of his character but also because he finds elements of her script misogynistic. xiao qian heads home to do what all writers would do in this situation--aggressively spite write. during this process, she falls asleep and wakes up in her own story as a bit character named qianqian, a certified Evil Princess who’s set to be killed off by the hero about 3 eps into the story.

because of Meta Knowledge, qianqian avoids her planned death scene, but she also screws up the entire plot. the rest of the show follows qianqian as she attempts to fix her own story--especially getting the main couple back together, because for some reason the hero has been p clingy after he failed to kill her.

MAIN CHARACTERS

xiao qian / qianqian

the writer who accidentally meta’d herself into being a main character. is screwing up the plot left and right but is trying to use a group of old men and a bowl of fruit to get out of it. supporter of the arts and by the arts i mean willowy beautiful men with flutes and string instruments. sets fireworks and a band for her death scene. kind of a disaster hero and i love it.

han shuo

kitten thinks of nothing but murder all day.

i mean the leading man in qianqian’s story. he’s the prince of a kingdom ruled by men, who has to marry into the kingdom ruled by women. but he’s actually using the marriage as a Secret Ruse for a Mission to cure his Tragic Heart Disease.

initially, he is forced into a marriage by qianqian (who is supposed to die 3 eps in), but when she survives, the arrangement becomes kind of permanent and han shuo falls hard.

one petty asshole. he’ll try to kill you 3 times before asking if you want to go steady. will then only stare at you with heart eyes and try to kill other people

^ constant.

SOME SUPPORT CHARACTERS

chu chu

the original heroine of the story. chu chu is the second “princess” of the kingdom ruled by women, and is qianqian’s older sister in all but blood. a certified Action Lady, she’s the responsible, blue sibling to qianqian’s red, chaotic sibling. qianqian makes it her goal to have chu chu and han shuo get back together to Solve The Plot but can she solve their hearts

pei heng

qianqian’s favorite character and total dreamboat (complete with ~wafting robes). in the original story, pei heng is qianqian’s fiancee, and they’ve known each other since childhood. pei heng does not like the third princess’ selfish attitude. but then he meets reboot!qianqian and oh man it’s on. obligatory cdrama character that plays a guzheng to communicate how he feels through song and poise. is also the minister of education and in charge of The Ladies’ education.

is he beautiful or just very tall? yes.

zi rui and bai ji

zi rui (left) is qianqian’s servant and shares 1 of her 2 brain cells. written initially with a lot of dialogue in order for qianqian to hit that word count. i love him he’s my favorite character

bai ji (right) is han shuo’s servant/bodyguard and shares -1 of han shuo’s 2 brain cells. ridiculously bad at his job. takes a compliment very well. fooled by disguises and generally just fooled.

yuan yuan and su mu

yuan yuan is very Soft and mildly tragic. older sister to chu chu and qianqian. sad lifestyle blogger.

a hooker with a heart of gold and an inferiority complex that makes him as dense as a concrete wall

Drawbacks

That One Problematic Scene that didn’t need to be there after han shuo does that thing that he does

Reasons to Watch.

SO SELF AWARE and also SO SELF AWARE OF THE GENRE. i was delighted the entire time watching because of the embracing and subverting of typical cdrama tropes. we got doves. we got poison. we got tragic heart diseases. im ready, you’re ready.

actually really thoughtful, nuanced critique of gender roles?

HILARIOUS. i snort laughed more than a few times

the love story is actually really sweet.

lots of awesome ladies

mulan????

Final Thoughts.

orange & banana 5ever

#the romance of tiger and rose #zhao lusi #ding yuxi #cdrama #gizka does kdrama #!my post

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burnedbyshoto · 5 years

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Sero Hanta - Alphabet HC’s

a/n: so I kinda said fuck my schedule for this event... sorry BAHAHAHAHa

A = Affection (How affectionate are they with an s/o?)

Sero is the kinda guy who sees pda as not pda. He is affectionate but never in a drowning way. His arms will definitely be around your shoulders or waist at all times, he may even kiss you here and there. But he’s not extreme.

B = Breath (What could their s/o do to take their breath away?)

Saying that he’s your favorite pro-hero. HE’S A SOFT MAN AND JUST HEARING THOSE FEW WORDS FROM YOU MAKES HIM MELT EVERY TIME.

C = Cuddling (Do they cuddle? If they do, how and when do they cuddle?)

Sero is a little fucking spoon. He likes being held by you, it’s safe and comforting!!!! He will cuddle you especially when the two of you are hanging out. He’s not afraid of being the little spoon and if you’re hanging out with bakusquad best believe he’ll curl up onto you

D = Dream (What do they dream of doing with their s/o?)

Sero is a simple guy. He has a simple dream. Being adept enough to carry you within his arms as he swings through the city.

E = Effort (How much effort do they put into a relationship?)

SO. MUCH. EFFORT. You have an issue with him? He’ll do all that he can to make sure it’s fixed if it’s fixable. He’s a laid back guy, but it revolves you??? There’s a fire lit under his ass.

F = Fear (What do they do if their s/o is scared? How do they handle it?)

Wraps you up in his arms. The only time where he becomes super serious, he’ll whisper reaffirming words into your ears, sweet nothings as he keeps you wrapped up. Will even roll the two of you up in tape to make you laugh.

G = Gifts (What type of gifts do they give their s/o? Do they want a gift in return?)

Sero is the kind of boyfriend who brings you on theme gifts. Whether that be what fits his own aesthetics or fits your aesthetics, he will bring you something. You have the most out of place blanket from him, but you love it! He never expects presents in return and it always makes him tear up when you return one back.

H = Hugs (Do they hug their s/o? How often?)

Oh yeah, if sero doesn’t hug you at least twenty times in a day, call 911, it’s an imposter. He likes the hugs where he can tuck his face into your neck, even if you’re waaay shorter than him.

I = Intimacy (How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?)

He is a pretty romantic guy when he tries. Unfortunately, sero does lead a busy lifestyle so the dates he prepares don’t seem romantic, but you love it even though he’s super embarrassed. In fact, for your one year anniversary he will plan out your dream date.

J = Jealous (Do they get jealous? How do they act when jealous?)

Sero is a jealous kinda guy. he won’t ever act like it and will often pretend that he isnt. he does not hesitate to walk over to where you are and immediately become hyper attached. mouth on neck, hands on waist typa guy.

K = Kiss (Are they a good kisser? Do they like to kiss? How often do they try to kiss you?)

Sero is a stiff kisser. He really tries to relax, but he just gets so flustered by you he’s stiff. His kisses are stiff yet soft and you always bring him in for more. You kiss him way more than he kisses you, but that’s because he’s shy.

L = Love (When do they say they love you? How often do they say it? Do they prefer to say or show it?)

He says ‘i love you’ by accident. He gets back to your house one night exhausted from a long day at patrol, you cater to what he needs and sink into the bed with him. Sero’s exhausted body folding into yours, and he says it as he drifts off to sleep, he prefers saying it over showing it, and will say it daily.

M = Marriage (Do they want to get married? If so, what kind of ceremony?)

He wants and needs to marry you! The ceremony would be big like super unintentionally, the two of you count the guest list and are like… what the fuck?!

N = Night out (What type of dates do they like to go on? How often do they like to go on them?)

Sero is a movie and dinner kinda guy. But the movie and dinner don’t happen in a movie theater and restaurant often. He’ll take you to rooftops, to parks, anywhere he can find a moment to be alone with you and will show off the food he (with bakugou’s help) made.

O = Out of the Ordinary (What’s something they don’t normally do with/for their s/o?)

Won’t do a couple costumes with you. Not that he wouldn’t but sero takes halloween super seriously, and your pb&j idea is too lame for his basically cosplay level costume.

P = Playful (Are they playful in a relationship? If so, how do they play around/mess with their s/o?)

He is so playful!!!! He is the type to do prank wars on you that blow up on social media! He enjoys pranks that make you chuck whatever is nearby you and loves the pranks that make you smile softly and jump into his arms. He is a man of taste

Q = Questions (Do they ask their s/o their opinion on things? Do they share theirs?)

Your opinion on things is super important to him! From the smallest of things to wondering if pluto is a planet, he will always ask. He will always give his own opinion as well because his thoughts deserve to be heard as well.

R = Random (How spontaneous is their relationship? Do they do things on the spot or plan ahead?)

When sero plans things out you can never guess what it is. He once took you on a weekend getaway to visit pink sand beaches! When he does things on the spot it’s super spontaneous because it’s the same thing everytime. Pizza, movies, kisses, and a gift. Neither one is bad.

S = Sleep (How do they sleep with their s/o?)

Sero is a restless sleeper, so he starts off the night laying next to you, and will wake up with you on his lap. No one knows how.

T = Trust (How much do they trust their s/o?)

Sero TRUSTS YOU WITH HIS LIFE!!!!!! If he were to pick between a killing pill and a safe pill, he’s pick whichever one you choose even though it has to do with luck.

U = Unique (What makes them unique as an s/o?)

He looks at the tiniest detail! You’ve always assumed that sero wasn’t one to even notice half of the things you would’ve noticed. He’ll be like “yeah, i knew you weren’t okay because you raised you left eyebrow when you smiled when it’s usually your right!” and you’ll be like “I DO WHAT?!?!??!”

V = Vulnerable (How long until they can be vulnerable around their s/o? What are they like in this state?)

Sero is very vulnerable pretty quickly. He’s going to be broken and open to you even before you two start dating, so you know whats happening even before anything official happens. He just goes blank, his eyes glaze over as he stares at one thing until he breaks down and cries as he tells you what’s wrong.

W = Wild Card (Get a random domestic headcanon of the character of your choice)

The two of you have definitely made a hammock out of his tape before. It went terribly and required your friends to come save you two but it was so worth the laughter and the joy that came with it.

X = X-Ray (What would they do if their s/o got injured?)

Your injured? So is Sero! He will do anything and everything for you! He will even dress up as a butler just to further the fact that he’s gonna do whatever you need.

Y = Yuck (Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o? Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?)

Sero is not one with many pet peeves! Just don’t be rude to him or his friends and you’re all good.

Z = Zeal (Are they passionate as an s/o? Do they want or like passion?)

He’s a passionate person but is sometimes almost embarrassed to express the passion. But everytime without fail the passion rushes out of him and he’s always grateful for it.

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Sero can barely remember his own name after sex. He’s gonna just stare at you for a solid three minutes before laughing and falling out of bed. He’ll then go clean you up all while chuckling because wow you’re amazing.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

HIS ARMS ARE HIS FAVORITE BODY PART!!!! His arms are so fucking toned and strong and he loves seeing your fingers rake down his arms as he fucks you so good. And on you??? Sero is an ass man. Fuck does he love squeezing and manipulating the soft flesh within his fingers and your resulting moans.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

His cum is pretty translucent and sticky. It’s not that thick, pretty thin, but it comes flying out every time. Loves seeing it seep out of your cunt when he’s done with you.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He really got turned on that one night where you dommed him and used his tape on him. There was something so fucking hot seeing you use his tape to have your way with him.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He is actually not that experienced before you! He’s a good guy, but he was never truly desperate for a relationship. He doesn’t know what he’s doing, and it’s a good learning process for the two of you.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He loves fucking you against a wall. Again with his arms on hyperfocus, he loves seeing you crumbling into a mess as he has his way with you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Sero can be a total goofball during sex, he enjoys having witty battles with you and hearing your voice break as he slams against your g-spot. Serious sex is a thing with him, and it kinda steals your breath away after time.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

The carpet matches the drapes. His pubes are in fact trimmed but the first time it was just a big ol mess. They are now pretty much neat and at one point he was completely bare.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Just because he’s goofing off, doesn’t mean he’s not intimate. He will still make the setting romantic and safe, and even though he’s making you focus on things other than the feeling of his dick in your pussy it feels so intimate and loving.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Sero masturbates so much still LMAO. he loves sending you videos if you want them because dear god he has one thing on his mind when he does it, you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Bondage, he loves seeing you tied up and he too loves being tied up. Degradation, he loves when you talk dirty to him it’s so pleasing. Role play, when you dress up as his favorite manga characters… he fucking busts a phat nut.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

His most favorite place to fuck you is in an unsuspecting alleyway as he quite literally snatches you off the street and has his way with you in his hero costume!!!!

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

When he comes home and you’re waiting patiently waiting for him with his shirt on and lingerie underneath. He’s quite literally fallen over in his eagerness to get to you.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Will not hit you during sex. Will spank but if you want it harder than how he is giving it to you, he will literally stop. He doesn’t like it. His major turn off is having a ball gag in his mouth. He doesn’t like the feeling of it and his drive dies on the spot.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He feels bad, but he prefers receiving it more. Doesn’t matter how skilled you are, it’s just so fucking hot seeing your mouth around his cock. He is actually quite good at giving oral but would prefer receiving any day.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

A pretty fast guy. He is someone known for his speed and swiftness, and well honey, he fucks you at a good fucking pace and his motions are always clean.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Super into quickies. Loves public sex but if you’re not that into it, he’ll restrain from it… but… wall sex in an alleyway.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Super into entertaining. Y’all can go through a kink list in a week and will rule out what you didn’t like and try incorporating what you did like more in the future.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Sero can last at max four rounds, but by round four he’s super sloppy.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He owns a fair share of toys that are used for the both of you, depending on who’s domming.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Sero loves to fucking tease you, and he’s pretty damn good at it. He will be fucking you at such a slow yet swift pace, his thrusts are teasing promises as he makes sure you can’t retaliate against him.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s V E R Y vocal, a reason why he hates the gag. It just makes him choke. He thinks words are the easiest and best ways to express that he fucking loves what you just did to him, so he’s not going to stop.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

The one night you were wearing the sexy version of his costume as a roleplay thing literally ruined his costume for him, in a good way, forever. Now whenever he looks at himself he sees the slutty version you wore as you had him trapped on a wall as you asked if he needed saving.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Sero is a big guy. Around eight inches but he doesn’t have that big of a girth, and easily fits in your hand.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He has a high sex drive, you just make him so fucking horny sometimes and he is never one to deny you.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Will knock out as soon as you wrap him in your arms, so if you’re expecting aftercare, do not touch him until after he’s done.

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underthewingsofthblackeagle · 4 years

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“Berliner Fernsehturm” * Foto: BernardoUPloud

After her marriage with Frank Randall has failed and Claire Beauchamp flees from her violent husband, she finds refuge in the house of the Fraser/Murray family in Berlin-Wilhelmshorst. But then tensions arise between Britain (which has since left the EU) and some EU member states. All holders of an English passport are required to leave EU territory within six weeks … and suddenly Claire’s fate looks more uncertain than ever.

This story was written for the #14DaysofOutlander event, hosted by @scotsmanandsassenach

Chapter 5: 14 Seconds (3)

They had stayed like that for a while - Jamie kneeling in front of Claire, one arm around her and Claire, crying while clutching that arm. When they had separated, Jamie had stood up. He had stepped up to the minibar hidden behind a small cupboard door. There he had emptied four small whisky bottles into two glasses and handed one of these glasses to Claire. At the end of that evening they did not speak much to each other. Claire asked at some point if he could lend her a T-shirt. Since all his T-shirts were sweaty from sports, he gave her one of the shirts that the room service had brought back from the cleaners that morning. She disappeared into the bathroom with it. Meanwhile, Jamie sat down at the small desk next to the sofa that had been folded out to form a bed and opened his laptop. Then Etienne Marcel de Provac Alexandre began writing an email to the management of "In Vino Veritas" ordering a bottle of champagne for a friend's wedding and asking that the Magnum bottle be delivered as soon as he returned. Jamie knew that there would be someone sitting in the basement of the In Vino Veritas office building who would understand this "order" perfectly. The "special office" (as they called it), which was hidden behind an easily movable wall of shelves full of exquisite wine bottles, was manned 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. Between four and ten "employees" of the wine shop took care of the very special "orders" that arrived there from time to time from all over the world. Jamie also knew that people in the cellar of "In Vino Veritas" would not be happy about this "order". But there was no question that they would do anything to fulfill his "wish".

“Weinkeller” by designermikele

After he had pressed "Send", Jamie stretched his arms and legs. Then he considered whether he should let Claire in on his plans that very night, but decided to let her sleep for now.

Shortly afterwards, Claire came out of the bathroom. Out of the corner of his right eye, Jamie saw that she was wearing the big white hotel robe. She disappeared immediately behind the bamboo screen.

"The bathroom is free now," she shouted.

"Thank you, I'll be going now," he returned. Then he took his pyjamas out of his suitcase and went to the bathroom.

When Jamie came back a quarter of an hour later, also wrapped in a hotel bathrobe, there was still a light burning behind the bamboo screen. He lowered himself onto the sofa bed and thought for a moment. Then he turned out the light.

"Good night, Claire."

"Good night, Etienne."

Now the light behind the screen went out.

Jamie wondered if Claire would be able to sleep that night. He hoped so. Whether he would sleep at all was doubtful to him. Again and again he played out in his mind the plan he had already made during dinner. He was not sure if Claire would accept his suggestion. But he had to try, at least.

At 5.20 am, Jamie was awakened by the pressure of his bladder. He turned off his smartphone alarm clock, which would ring ten minutes later. Then he went quietly into the bathroom. When he returned, he had put on his sports clothes. He quickly wrote a short message for Claire on a Post-It sticker he put on the bathroom door. Then he quietly left the room.

At 6.40 am Jamie returned from the gym. Carefully he opened the door of the hotel room. But everything inside was still dark. He stopped for a moment and listened. From the area behind the bamboo paravent a slight snoring could be heard. Jamie had to smile. He took his clothes, removed the Post-It sticker from the bathroom door and went inside.

When he came back into the room just after 7:00 am., Claire was sitting in one of the chairs. She had both legs hanging over the armrest and was drinking in bulk from a water bottle that Jamie had taken from the mini-bar the night before and put on the table. When she had put the bottle down, she yawned heartily and stretched her arms away from her. Only now did she notice Jamie. She flinched briefly and pulled her legs from the armrest.

"Oh! Excuse me!"

Jamie smiled.

"There's no need to apologize. Good morning, Claire. Did you get … some … sleep?"

She looked at him and for the first time since he'd met her, a radiant smile went over her face.

"I didn't actually think I could sleep," she said, "but I must have fallen asleep at some point, When I woke up, I heard the shower and I was extremely thirsty."

"I'm glad you did. Are you, uh ... hungry too?"

"Not at the moment, but after a shower I could certainly use a strong coffee and something to eat."

"Good. I'll call the room service.”

"Thank you.”

“You're welcome.”

She got up and went past him into the bathroom. Jamie had to force himself not to look at her. Why should such a beautiful woman apologize for her stunning legs, he thought, grinning like a honey cake man. Then he felt the blush shoot into his face. He picked up the receiver of the room telephone and ordered breakfast.

“Frühstück” by contatoartpix

It took Claire almost forty minutes in the bathroom and that could only be right for Jamie. When she came back, he had cleaned up a bit and packed his suitcase. Then the room service rang and brought breakfast. After Claire spread the food out on the small table and Jamie poured coffee into their cups, they started eating in silence. Jamie waited until Claire had had her first cup of coffee. As she finished her first croissant and turned to the scrambled eggs, he thought the time had come to let her in on his plan.

"Have you thought about," he asked cautiously, "what are you going to do now?"

Claire didn't answer, but Jamie saw her face darken slightly. He knew that this question had thrown her back into the very reality she so eagerly wanted to escape from. But he could not spare her that now. She took a deep breath, then she said:

"No, I haven't done that yet."

"Do you have any obligations?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, professional, maybe? A job where they are waiting for you?"

"No, I don't."

Again she was silent and Jamie decided not to pursue this topic further because Claire seemed uncomfortable with it.

"Are there any friends that you could stay with for a while?"

Jamie knew that question was dangerous. Claire could say ‘yes’ and then turning down the offer he wanted to make. Still, he chose to ask about it. He wanted to avoid any appearance that he was pushing her on anything.

But his concern was unfounded. Claire looked down.

"No, my best friend ... married an Australian doctor six months ago who's gone back to his home country. She ... now lives in Canberra. And ... another friend of mine ... flew to the Congo last week - with his wife. They're doctors, and ..."

"The Democratic Republic of Congo? The recent Ebola outbreak?"

"Yes, they're helping the local doctors ..."

"I see. And there's no one else?"

"Well, there are people I know, but I wouldn't confide in.”

Jamie nodded.

"Claire, if you have no work commitments here and no friends to stay with, I have a suggestion ..."

"What kind of suggestion?"

"Well, how about a vacation?"

Claire had to laugh out loud.

"A vacation?" she asked incredulously.

"Yes. What would you say if I invited you on a holiday to Germany? I know this is going to sound crazy to you. but it really wouldn't be a problem. My family has a big house, you'd have your own big room with a bathroom. My sister would take care of everything. There are forests and lakes nearby ... very close. You could see Berlin, Potsdam, Dresden ... if you like. Maybe together with my sister and the children. Whatever you like ... In any case, you could keep your distance from the ... situation here and ... you could decide what you want to do in the future on your own time."

“Schloss Rheinsberg” by 70650

He was silent. Even Claire could not utter a word out of astonishment.

"But how can this ...?"

"Don't worry about that. I'll take care of it. I just need to know if you want me to. And I assure you, if you don't like it in Berlin, I will get you a ticket back here. You don't have to worry about that or the cost.”

"But ...”

"No buts. Yes or no?"

Claire couldn't believe it. Was this a dream or reality? Last night she had asked him how far Berlin was from here. 6,000 kilometres he said. What a distance. 6,000 kilometers between her and the monster who still called himself her "husband" ...

"Do you ... honestly mean that?"

"Yes, Claire. And I have no ulterior motives. If it makes you feel any better, I have to work during the week and so I'm usually not home. So during the day, you'll be dealing mostly with my sister, the kids and staff. And that's only if you want it. You are completely free to do whatever you want."

Again her mind was spinning. Could she really trust this man. He had not approached her that night. But would he maintain this restraint if she flew with him to another, a foreign country? But maybe he really only wanted to help her?

"You ... said you were flying back to Berlin tonight ... “

"Yes, that's true, but if we hurry, I can still fix all this. Will you come with me?"

Did she have a choice? Did she have an alternative? Traveling, discovering another country, meeting new people. All that had determined her childhood and youth, the time she had spent at the side of her beloved uncle Lamberth. And how much she had missed it all. While she thought of uncle Lamb, a verse from a children's opera she had attended with him more than two decades ago suddenly flashed through her mind. It was the well-known last verse from Humperdinck's 'Hansel and Gretel' - 'When adversity rises to its highest, the Lord God puts out His hand to us!’ Without noticing it, Claire hummed the melody softly to herself.

Jamie, still waiting for an answer, looked at her in wonder.

"Claire? Yes or no?"

"Yes," she replied, and her voice had regained a firmness that had been one of her defining characteristics long after she had finished medical school.

"Yes," she said again, adding, "I'm coming with you to Berlin."

Jamie's heart was beating faster. Until now he had hardly dared to hope that she would accept his suggestion. And yet it had happened.

"All right, I'll make the arrangements. Do you have your passport with you?"

"Sure, in my handbag. But don't I need a visa?"

"Yes. I'll arrange it. You don't have to worry about that.”

Jamie had got up and went to his laptop, which was still on his desk. The night before, he'd prepared an email for this case. Now he sent it. In this new mail, Etienne Marcel de Provac Alexandre asked that the bottle of champagne he had ordered be accompanied by a greeting card.

After that was done, Jamie sat down at the table with Claire again.

“British Passport” by Gustave.iii - via WikimediaCommons

"Claire, is it far to ... your apartment and will ... your ... husband ... be home?"

"No, it's not far, maybe 25, 30 minutes by car. I suppose that ... Frank will be at the university by this afternoon ..."

"Okay, then please write your address on this piece of paper and give me your passport."

She did what he asked.

"Thank you. Eat some more. We'll have to leave soon to get your things. I don't know if we'll have time to have lunch."

She nodded.

About half an hour later there was a knock at the door and a voice called out:

"Room service."

Claire looked at Jamie in amazement, but he just nodded. He put her passport and the note with her address on a plate and spread a napkin over it. Then he went to the door. Claire looked after him and watched as he handed the plate to a waiter. When Jamie returned to the room, he saw her amazed look.

"Please don't worry. Trust me. I'll explain everything to you ater."

Claire gave a slight sigh.

"I guess that's the price I have to pay for this adventure," she said, and put cheese on another croissant before wrapping it in a paper napkin and putting it in her handbag.

An hour later, after Jamie had checked out and paid her bills, they were back in the hotel limousine and had Carl drive them to Claire's address.

“Boston” by thefastandthefanagle Once there, Claire carefully opened the front door with her key. To her great relief, Frank was nowhere to be seen. Jamie heard Claire exhale freely. He looked around and a chill ran through him. Everything he saw was old, but not in any antique sense. Jamie had a thing for tasteful, antique furniture. But the decor did not have the taste or warmth of an old place. It almost seemed as if it had been furnished in a pragmatic way in the 50's and then forgotten until now. Everything here seemed purely functional, impersonal and cold. It was a furnished apartment, but definitely not a home.

"Claire, we have to hurry. Where are your things?"

She pointed up and he followed her up the stairs. When she reached the first floor, she stopped in front of a door for a moment. Then she pushed it open and went inside. Jamie, who followed her, saw that it must be the Randalls' bedroom. But there was no marriage bed. There were two single beds on the right and left side of the room. To his surprise, the sheets were scattered all over the beds. And … there were bloodstains on one sheet. He did not dare to imagine at that moment what had happened here. Now it was time to keep a clear mind, use the time and then get Claire safely out of this danger zone. Afterwards there was still enough time to let his anger about these things run free. When he was back home in Wilhelmshorst, he could maltreat the sandbag in his fitness room with his fists for as long as he wanted. But now ... Then he noticed how Claire had put some suitcases on one of the beds and was now busy packing clothes into them.

"Claire, when you've packed all your clothes, please pack everything else that you care about. Documents, books, whatever belongs to you."

She just nodded and put more things in the suitcases. When she had filled three large suitcases, the wardrobe was empty. Jamie carried the suitcases down the stairs and put them down near the front door. When he returned to Claire, she had another smaller suitcase and a backpack filled with documents and other things.

"Is that all?"

"That's all I can take with me in suitcases."

"Is there anything else that belongs to you and that we should keep safe?"

“Box” by bluebudgie

"There are several boxes in the cellar with things my uncle Lamberth left me, but we'll hardly be able to take them on the plane."

"Don't worry. We'll get them on another way to Berlin. I'll take care of that."

Slowly they went down the stairs. But before they got to the last step, they heard someone unlock the front door and enter the house. Jamie saw him first. An obviously drunk Frank Randall staggered towards him and, seeing the strange man, began to scream:

"What are you doing in my house?"

A tremendous rush of adrenaline shot through Jamie's body, followed by a rush of rage. He could barely contain himself. He knew it couldn't be. The man he now faced could not be the demon he had fought with years ago in a prison cellar in Edinburgh and to whom he owed scars that would remind him all his life of the time he spent in that dark vault. Jamie's mind told him that Jack Randall, better known as 'Black Jack', was dead. But Frank Randall looked so much like him and it cost James Fraser all the strength he could muster at that moment or he would have forgotten himself.

But then Frank Randall noticed Claire next to Jamie.

"You slut, you whore! I knew it! I kneeew it! You're whooooring around with a muscleman, but you're not gonna let meeee have a little funnn with women who are nicer than you everrrrrrrr were. You frigid, cold bitch, you ..."

He had raised his right arm and was now trying to punch Claire. But before she could duck, Jamie had grabbed Frank's arm and turned it onto his back. The drunk cried out in pain. Jamie let go of him and gave him a gentle nudge. Frank landed, face down, lengthwise on a yellowish sofa. A light cloud of dust rose above him. Claire looked at Jamie in shock.

"Is he...?"

"No," he assured her, "he's not dead. He's just dead drunk and will sleep it off in the next few hours. Before we leave, I'll turn him over."

Suddenly the front doorbell rang.

Claire looked at him again.

"Open the front door, Claire. The men will get your bags."

"The men?"

"I'll explain later. Go and open. Now, Claire! I'll keep ... an eye on Frank."

She had a million questions, but Claire decided to just go for it. When she opened the front door, there were five men in overalls that looked like they'd come from a moving company.

"Mrs Randall's suitcases?" asked a tall man who reminded her of an actor from and who was obviously the boss of this group.

"Here you go."

Claire pointed to the suitcases and two other muscular men stepped in, took the suitcases and carried them to a black van with "New Castle Movers" written on it.

"Is there anything else that needs transporting?" asked the boss of the troupe.

"Yes, down in the basement. I'll show you."

The man waved at the remaining two men and together they followed Claire into the basement.

“Bellhops loading a truck“ by Bellhopsmarketing - Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=75018108

Thirty minutes later, the men had loaded Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp Randall's entire belongings into the black van belonging to the “New Castle Movers” company. The boss of the troupe had briefly exchanged a few words with Etienne Marcel de Provac Alexandre, then they drove off. Claire would have loved to know who these men were and what they would do with her belongings. But then Frank started to stir again. Jamie turned the drunk man, who was mumbling incomprehensible things, onto his back. He tried to stand up and talked to Jamie. But he just looked at him and Frank sank back into the cushions of the sofa. Shortly afterwards he started snoring loudly. Claire could only shake her head. This nightmare had to end. She wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.

"Who were those men, Etienne? And what happens to my things?"

"They are friends of a friend. Your things will be on their way to Berlin in a few hours ... on a cargo plane. They'll probably arrive a day or two after we do. Don't worry, my company will take care of it. Have you got everything now?"

Claire nodded.

"Good, then we'll go to the airport now."

He took her small case and the backpack and went to the door. Claire followed him. She was tempted to look back. But she did not. It had to end. It would end right here, right now. She pulled the front door behind her into lock. Then she pulled the front door key from her key ring and pushed it under the pot with the little buxus that stood on the top step of the stairs to the entrance. Jamie, who had stowed the hand luggage in the trunk, held the door of the car open for her. She got in and he took a seat next to her.

"To the airport, Mr. Alexandre?" asked the uniformed driver.

"Yes, Carl, straight to the airport."

#14DaysofOutlander #Outlander #Outlander Fan Fiction #From Boston to Berlin in 14 Hours #Claire Beauchamp #Jamie Fraser #Frank Randall #Black Jack Randall #Jenny Murray #Ian Murray #Berlin #Boston #Germany #Modern AU

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themousefromfantasyland · 3 years

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The Yule Man (3/7)

As told by ME

This was meant to be a short story, but it became too big, so I separated it in seven parts. I want to turn my blog in a space where I can share my writting every once and a while.

This is the first time I post one of my stories on a public space. This is the first time anyone besides my sister will be able to read, so I'm pretty exciting and anxious. I want honest criticism. I hope you all enjoy it.

In the next year, Chris opened his bag earlier, near the old bridge. News came that the Yule Man had already arrived in Arnsberg. Mia stepped into her carriage and ordered the coachman to lead her to him.

She found him sitting in a wooden bench next to the clocktower. He hadn't changed a thing. The same dirty clothes. The same enormous fur coat. The same shaggy red beard. The same tender boyish face.

His whole mood lighted up pretty quick as soon as he caught her in his sight. She waved to him, and not containing himself with excitement, he waved back to her.

They stopped the carriage near him, and she opened the door to him.

He grinned with all the mischievousness of a boy:

"You changed."

She nudged his shoulder.

"It passed only a year. How can I have changed?" She played with his beard.

"Everyone always changes." He spoke.

During the course to the Hayek Mansion, everything felt different. The coachman looked tired and in a bad state of mind. Even Mia herself seamed exhausted, yet they tried their best to stay the same. The way to Hayek home had changed too. Less trees, more buildings, the town expanded itself again.

"How is your father?"

The coachman looked behind his shoulder.

She grew quiet. Chris would not dare to ask more questions; he knew that feeling all too well.

At the Hayek Mansion things continued to change. The Yule Log had been launched in the fireplace far later than it should. The decorations this year looked poorer and simpler, as if something had sucked all joy and life out of them. The living room was a shell of what it once was. No Yule Goats this year. Silver bells now accompanied the typical decks of holly hanged by the walls. He saw statues of the Silver God near the Yule Tree in the living room.

"I didn't know you were religious." Chris said surprised.

Mrs. Hayek stormed in the room.

Mia expressed defeat.

"Oh, you brought him again." She said with more resentment in her voice than usual. "Without telling me anything."

Mia closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Mother, please..."

"Oh, shut up." She snarled. "I believe we already ran out of things to say to each other."

There was only one table this year, set more by a sense of duty than by any real intent. Less charm, less sweets, less delights. The feeling in the house was way different. The Yule Festival now felt more like an accessory, a decoration, than anything real.

The Solstice Eve ball felt different too, less guests, less presents, and less joy. A sense of uneasy filled the air, with the townspeople unsure if they were welcome there. St. Nicholas was now exactly as how the holiday cards portrayed him.

The gigantic Yule Tree has disappeared this year. Along with many Yule things, it had been brought along with Mr. Hayek when he went to his final destination.

Mia stood in a corner, trying to stay out of sight, what Chris thought as a shame. She dressed even more beautiful than in the last year. She wore a sleeveless ivy-green gown with a bright red sash around her waist.

He went to talk with her, still carrying a plate full of cookies and other sweets, all those he could find.

"Are you alright? Can I do something to help?" He asked with a deep fear of invading someone else's business. He tested the ground to know if it was safe to step on it.

She saw how he carried the plate.

"Thanks."

She picked one. He released a quick nervous laughter.

"Oh, they were not for you... "

She gave him a judgmental stare.

"I mean, you can get them if you..."

She laughed.

"I missed you, silly." She hugged him and rested her face on his shoulder.

"What happened here?" He asked.

"My relationship with my mother is worse than ever." She placed a huge emphasis on the word "ever".

Mrs. Hayek approached them with as kindness as it was possible from her.

"Mia, I wanted to talk with you." She began saying by putting her best "mother voice". "Remember Mr. Evans. Well, he has a son your age. He has been having troubles finding a bride for his son. I agreed to talk about marriage proposals tomorrow. The old man is unsure with you as a good bride for his soon, so I want you to go there..."

Mia had enough. That was the final stroke that broke the camel's back.

"Mother, I'm sorry, but no!"

"What?"

Mrs. Hayek had trouble digesting that word. "No" wasn't a term she was familiarized with.

"I thought the problem was you not getting any suitors."

Mia tried her best to be diplomatic on that moment.

"Mother, I'm very thankful for what you're doing, but I'm not want to be married. Not like that."

"So, what do you want Mia." She raised her voice.

Everyone stopped and stared at them. Chris saw the sparks starting to fly between the two.

"The money of your father will not last forever. I'm trying my best to hold this family together, but you're refusing to help."

Mia kept her best poker face.

"His partners are almost taking over the company. We are almost losing our income." She continued.

Mia exhaled.

"Mother, I know, and I don't want to bring you any more trouble, but please..."

"You have been useless." She yelled.

Mia raised her voice.

"You can say that to my face."

"I can't?" She smiled with disdain. "At your age I was already married, because that's why women of our class do, we help our family." She paused to breathe. "I didn't like your father at first, he was very older than me, but this is real life." She lowered her tone. "We don't have much time."

Mia shouted back.

"What do you know about love?"

Not even Chris recognized her when she said that. She got careless. Mia spilled a kind of bitterness that she didn't know she had. Whatever that thing was, it came from way within her.

"A gold-digging shrew. Nothing is never good enough. Not even my father was good enough. You only married him because of his money. You yourself told how the fact he been black turned you off at first."

By the look of Mrs. Hayek’s expression, it was as if she had been hit in the face. A sure slap that hurt nothing more than her ego.

"I want you out." She went straight to kill.

Mrs. Hayek stopped looking into her daughter's face.

"Mother, please." Mia tried to fix the whole situation, to salvage their relationship. Mia implored for all reason she hoped still lasted in her.

Everyone continued watching.

"I will not send you away because it would be a sin against my god. You can spend Yule with us, but after that I want you out." Her mother growled

She walked away. Mia tried to reach her.

"Mother."

She immediately shot her down.

"You father already left half of his inheritance to you. This house is mine and from your siblings. It's ours."

"What is happening here" Sophia asked, followed close by her brothers.

"Nothing." Mrs. Hayek smiled as perfectly as a china doll.

Mia rushed back inside. Chris followed her.

In her anger she threw a the statue of the Silver God over the stairs and broke down in tears. She sat upon the staircase and kept crying. When Chris entered the room, she made sure to wipe her tears away. Too late.

"Father loved the Yule Festival. Mother not so much." She started. "He never liked the Church. He always told how the church appropriate the Winter Solstice festival to themselves. How they plastered their stupid god everywhere to make the holiday theirs."

She smiled, trying her hardest to lighten the mood. "Now that he's gone, mother did the same, and things are worse than ever." She hid her face in her hands.

Chris stepped up the stairs and sat by her side, remaining quiet.

"You don't know what to say!"

He nodded in shame. She gave him a half-smile.

"During this year I couldn't stop thinking about you. You never change, you never ages. I wish to be like you sometimes."

"You don't." He broke the silence.

The way he said that surprised her.

"You have an immortal lifetime."

He raised his voice.

"You have a lifetime." His lips trembled "I got only moments."

"You don't die." She was quick to point out.

"What's the point of not dying, if you never lived?" He shook his arms in frustration.

He lowered his head and his tone.

"During most of the year I cease to be, and just to think about it makes me terrified." His lips quivered. He struggled not to spill any tears. "For all the purposes I'm dead. There's no such thing as an afterlife for me. I just disappear. Boom. Nothing."

He failed. He got emotional.

"I wished I could exist. I wish I could form real relationships with people. People remember me the same way their remember a snowy day."

She closed her eyes.

"For how has it been like that."

"For as much as I can remember." He said in deep mournful tone. "I'm part of the landscape, not of the people who go through it."

"Father was the only one who understood me." She continued.

"My mother raised me to sit still and be pretty. My father raised me to be a tomboy. I'm scared. I'm a woman now, and I don't have talents or skills. I don't know what to do now, where to go. I just don't want to be like my mother. My mother comes from those types who married earlier and with much older men. I don't want to be like her."

She caught him gazing at her with care.

"You don't need to be"

She pulled his hands.

"You either."

She continued.

"Let's live the moment, here and now. As my mother said, we don't have much time."

"I really want that, but..."

"Why are you always so afraid?" She shook her head.

He stayed quiet for a couple of seconds.

"The North Wind, for as far as I remember has been one of few things that acknowledges me. He doesn't like that I'm too close to mortals. He can't punish me. He isn't my boss. But he cares, really cares. He fears for me."

Mia drew his hands to her lap.

"Promise me you won't be afraid anymore. You can be yourself. I will not punish you. I will not run away."

He smirked.

"But you have to promise me you will try to write. You told me you wanted to be a writer last year.

She raised up.

"Were you really listening?"

He got up near her.

"It's one of the few things I can do in this world." He continued. "I want to see if you are good on that. I don't change, but I think I can change you."

He realized how that sentence could be interpreted. "I mean, I don't want you to change, I mean..."

She took off his fur hood and kissed his cheek, and for a moment the whole world changed for him.

#christmas #holiday season #yuletide #my writting #writters on tumblr #my story #The Yule Man

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prettywordsyouleft · 5 years

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Written In The Books

trishmarieco said:

I hope I make it! I dare you to insert Jung Hae In somewhere in either 'Overruled', 'Fly Away Home' or 'The Only Choice' worlds! Congrats again sweetie!!

Pairing: Jung Haein x reader

World: Fly Away Home (read HERE)

Genre: royal au

Warnings: none

A/N: I knew when I saw this dare, I had to go back into this world. It posed a challenge since I wrote Jongin into the first one, but I think I worked around that well enough! You could probably read this without the original story but I recommend you read the first so the interactions with some characters make more sense! I have linked Fly Away Home above.

Word count: 3000

The news had reached his kingdom; the Princess set to marry Prince Jongin was dead. If anything, the news should have come as some sort of comfort to Jongin’s eldest brother Haein, especially after the mess Jongin had caused over the past few weeks.

But it didn’t ease him any.

He mourned for her loss of life. Although he hadn’t wanted to clean up the mess of his immature brother, Haein had prepared himself for the upcoming nuptials that would join the two kingdoms politically. And unlike his brother, Haein was aware that they had relied on such a union for future trade prosperity. He now had to concern himself over how to ensure the deals given to his father would be still met.

“Have you heard brother?!” Jongin’s voice rang through the study, the man stopping just in front of the desk Haein was working from. Haein didn’t lift his head to greet him, focusing on the ledger before him instead. His sibling chuckled. “Well, everything works out for a reason! You no longer have to marry the princess of the kingdom over. Though I don’t wish anyone to die, this is wonderful for you! And I!”

“Have you no tact?”

“Whatever do you mean? I never wanted to marry her, that’s why I rushed to marry the Countess. And you said you would cover-”

“Someone has died and all you consider is how liberating this feels for you. You have no sense of responsibility whatsoever,” Haein stated, his brother now blinking rapidly. He sighed, it wasn’t the prince’s fault he had been raised with a silver spoon firmly attached in his mouth. His mother had babied him and thus he had never felt the weight of a single consequence.

Unlike Haein.

Whilst he still had his life, he felt the years of sacrifice heavy upon his shoulders. What he had given up for this kingdom, for this family, he could no longer count upon his hands. And in the face of adversity, his immature brother had married the countess to forfeit his role of becoming the new king with the princess he was arranged to marry.

At least, this was a blessing to some. Haein had been worried about the fall of this kingdom in the hands of someone who cared so little for politics and knew his advisor would have merely made him a puppet king. In the very least, Haein would have stepped up to save the fall of his people now that his father’s health was failing.

Still, it was another sacrifice.

With a hushed apology, Jongin departed the study and Haein leaned back in the chair, removing his glasses so he could pinch the bridge of his nose and release some of the tension. Haein had no idea of what would work to tie the two kingdoms together now. They needed the support from over the border and they needed it fast.

And yet, there had only been one daughter. With her passing, there was no obvious connection to be made and the deal would fall at his feet. Haein couldn’t afford this and nor could he simply sit and wait it out either.

“Where do you plan to go?” his father inquired of his eldest son, hesitant to let him leave the kingdom right now. He had begun to rely on Haein steadily as the days went by, pulling him out of his medical studies just so he could become king.

“I will set out and speak with the King myself. Surely, we can find a way to push forward with some unification.”

“He just lost his child, do you think it’s wise?”

“Stalling will only make us forgotten, my Lord.”

The king sighed heavily before nodding once. “See that you come home with something prosperous.”

Haein rode out the following morning, heading along the path that the Princess would have taken. He witnessed the damage in the township where the fire had broken out and after stopping to pay his respects, Haein continued with his trip to the neighbouring kingdom.

The king greeted him halfway with his convoy, fear evident in his weathered features. “Have you seen?”

“I have, My Lord. It was burned to the ground. I am terribly sorry for your loss.”

The king shook his head. “Did you see any evidence of her?”

“Well, no but-”

“Then we must search the land around it. She may still be alive.”

Despite his concerns for the elder’s denial, Haein devoted himself to supporting the king in his search for his daughter. Days passed by and there seemed to be no true sighting of the princess.

At least, that was what Haein told the King when he returned to his side later in the evening.

“Please, do not tell him I’m still alive,” she had exclaimed when Haein stumbled across a girl hiding in the woods, watching on as a man helped with the repairs of the burned village. She was desperate, her eyes pleading with Haein to not turn her into her father. He could feel the pain of her decision and with a glance in the direction of the man her eyes followed around, Haein sighed heavily.

“You sacrifice your status for love?”

“Wouldn’t you? I’m sure you wished for me to marry you but truth be told, I am in love with another.”

“I don’t actually wish to marry you,” he told the princess and she smiled lightly. “I do however need to secure trading agreements with your father. Marrying you was meant to do just that.”

“And it is not your fault I have perished. My father is a man of his word. If he offered such an agreement for our marriage, then I believe he will have no choice but to follow through.”

“Here,” Haein offered, unhooking his pouch from the side of his horse. He smiled. “You need this more than I.”

“How will I repay you?” she asked and Haein smiled, looking towards her lover once more.

“Make your life and love worth giving everything up for. We royals sacrifice a lot for others. I’m allowing you this only because I know all too well what it’s like to give up something you cherish.”

“May you be graced with the same opportunity in your life, Prince Haein,” she offered and he merely nodded, climbing aboard his horse.

Looking down at you, he grinned. “The Princess is dead. Now you can be who you wish to be.”

“Are you sure, there was no one in the forest?”

Haein smiled weakly before shaking his head. “I’m afraid not, Your Majesty. Only a wild bird flitted about in there.”

The older man nodded slowly, rubbing at his temples. “I’m afraid I will have to let that bird fly then, won’t I?”

“It seems to like where it’s found itself, yes.”

“I suppose you feel the burdens of being unwedded?”

“I just want what we agreed upon. I am willing to work for you in whatever way we must to find a happy union.”

“Come with me for the year. Your father’s health will last that long before you are crowned King, correct?”

Haein nodded. “I believe we may have as long as that before I must return. May I ask why you are taking me in?”

“You kept her safe despite having the ability to come tell me she was alive and well. You chose to sacrifice more than you needed to for a mere stranger. I like your sense of responsibility and believe you will make a fine King. Until then, I wish to return the favour you have bestowed on my little bird.”

Haein enjoyed his time during the neighbouring kingdom a great deal. The king had seen to it that he was immediately put into training, furthering his understanding of international trade and developing what kind of ruler he wanted to be. His own father had waited far too long to bestow Haein with such knowledge, too focused on his many wives and concubines until he realised he was coming to an end in this lifetime. The way Haein had fished their kingdom out of troubles each time over the years had been down to sheer luck most of the time and usually with a loss on his behalf.

Now, Haein was confident he could lead his people in a way that he wouldn’t need to give up what he cherished in order to do so.

Unlike the princess, and perhaps because of his observation of his father with women over the years, Haein felt free to live his life without finding love as the main goal. He had no need for it in his plans to rule, focusing on how to strengthen his people skills than marrying for any political unification.

Yet, there was one person who caught his eye more than once over the months he had been residing in this castle.

“Astronomy today, My Lord?”

Glancing up from the book he was perusing, Haein smiled at you and nodded. “Yes, I wish to learn more of the world above us.”

“May I suggest a book then?”

“I would be delighted if you did.”

With a smile, you walked over to the wall in front of him that was lined with books from the ceiling to the floor. Back home, the royal library looked nothing as grand as this, and Haein could tell you took great pride in ensuring the books housed here were well looked after. You climbed the ladder, reaching the sixth shelf for a specific book. Watching over your efforts, Haein stood immediately when it appeared you couldn’t quite reach the book from where the ladder was situated.

He smiled as he grabbed the base of it and you looked down at him. “Would you mind taking me to the left?”

“But of course,” he offered graciously, instead wheeling you to the right.

“This is not left, My Lord!”

“Oh really?” he teased, scratching at his head briefly. “Your left or my left?”

“Well, to be fair it’s the same. Your left is mine.”

“How foolish of me,” he exclaimed playfully, wheeling you around to the farthest point the ladder could go to the right. You were giggling when it stopped, soon glancing down at the man grinning up at you.

“I believe this is the wrong way.”

“Again? Oh, let me fix that.”

Haein wheeled you back to the left, smirking when your hand reached out for the book once more. Instead of stopping he continued, both of you laughing together. And then you let out a little huff of air. “I feel you may be charmed by a minx that lives in this library. Are you feeling jubilant today?”

“I feel very satisfied, yes.”

“Because you will return home soon?” you offered, this time grabbing the book as he wheeled you back. Haein stopped with the ladder, his smile fading. You descended the ladder, taking his outstretched hand when you were close enough to do so. And then you sighed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you any.”

“I am not offended. As much as I want to lead my kingdom into greatness, I cannot help but wish there was more time to stay here. My presence and status have been validated by many around me here. Back home, it’s not quite as clear cut.”

“You’ll find a way to change that.”

“Do you believe so?”

You nodded. “For a man studying the stars, if you are that interested in what exists above us at night, then I’m sure you have a greater interest in protecting those who live below it.”

“Why are you the only person who I feel gets me?”

You blushed, the faintest of red touching your cheeks. It was a pretty shade and Haein couldn’t help but reach out to touch it himself. “I’m simply a lady who is in love with books, My Lord. I do not know how to connect with others outside of this library.”

“You connect well with me in here,” he offered, uncharacteristically eying you with renewed interest. He had always believed you to be splendid, and right now he was becoming aware of just how beautiful you were up close.

Perhaps you had been all along and through the books you had offered him over his stay, slowly he had read your pages as well. He wanted this to be the chapter where he finally confessed you were someone he thought of day and night.

Yet you placed a finger to his lips, shaking your head softly. “Do not say it, please.”

“Why not?”

“Because when you leave, I’ll be left with just these books we have read together and I do not wish to taint them any further by witnessing a short bout of passion.”

“Would you not consider another library in the future?”

“Where?”

“In my kingdom. Though, you would be shocked at the state of it,” Haein admitted and your eyes widened, blinking slowly.

“You wish to take me with you?”

“No, I wish to ask you would you like to accompany me.”

“Is that not the same thing?”

Haein smiled as he shook his head. “No. Whilst my wish is for you to join me, I do not want it to be because of just my library. Therefore, I will leave the decision in your hands.”

“I am not born of noble blood for such an offer.”

“Being a certain status in society means little when the heart calls out for the other. A little bird once taught me that you can lose all that means everything to who you are as a person as long as you have affection for your companion.”

“And you would wish to raise me to your level?”

Haein smiled, leaning in. “On the contrary, I feel I have so much more to learn from you before I can meet yours.”

You didn’t travel with Haein when it was time for his return to his kingdom. Though you had shared many kisses together in the library, you had decided he must travel alone.

“You have a kingdom to rebuild, is that not your goal for the near future?”

“Will you watch over my progress from afar?”

“Surely, a King will have time to write of his accomplishments to a mere librarian, at least now and then.”

He leaned in to kiss you, smiling into your lips. “If you think I will not write a letter for every day we are apart, then you are in for quite the surprise.”

Once home, Haein did have to establish several new orders in the running of the kingdom. His father had held out long enough to see of his return, eager to hear of his learnings. When he realised Haein had done all that he needed and more to prepare for his crowning, the elder gave over his title to Haein. Of course, not everyone was thrilled he was back and now the king, but Haein worked hard to resolve the resentment and build prosperity in his lands.

He also kept to his promise, writing you a letter every day for a year. Yet, he had not heard from you in response for over a week now, worry taking over his mind whenever he had time to ponder over you.

“My Lord, you have an appointment now,” his advisor announced, Haein looking up from the ledger he was working on and frowned.

“Now? I was under the impression I was not needed until four today.”

“The renovations in the royal library need your approval, sir. It cannot wait.”

“Then I must see to it,” Haein agreed, pushing back his chair as he headed for the door. He made his way along the corridor to the grand staircase, in which he descended with ease, making a left turn down another hallway until he pushed through the double doors of the library. It was empty and he frowned.

“Percy, did you not say I had someone waiting for me?” he called out, unsure if his advisor had followed him or not. Haein jumped when he heard someone move in behind him, causing him to whip around hastily.

“I hear there is a position open for a librarian?”

He merely stared back at you, emotions overwhelming him the longer he took you in. You were finally here, holding a stack of his letters nonetheless. Slowly, he grinned. “Yes, I’m looking for someone who will treat my books as if they were precious individuals.”

“That sounds awfully time-consuming. Especially with the state of this place.”

“Someone organised will no doubt find the job easy to complete.”

“Does it come with many benefits? Will it be a stable position?” you continued, walking around slowly, taking in the changes he had made. Haein followed you, his heart thumping in his chest.

“I plan to marry such a person if she sees the position fit for her.”

You finally turned around, smiling warmly up at him. “I am no Queen.”

“I feel as though you have been one in my eyes long before I became King.”

“I missed you,” you mentioned, stepping closer to him. “I couldn’t take the distance any longer.”

“We never have to be apart again, if you wish for it.”

“Then I think you might have just found your perfect librarian,” you murmured right as his lips found yours, caressing you with a longing that carried you both into further kisses. And soon, those kisses turned into oaths, your life intertwining with Haein’s through marriage and helping him rule the kingdom.

He had sacrificed so much over the years, and when the princess had died, he had never thought he would be capable of having such greatness in his life afterwards. Yet here he was now with you at his side, and your first child together growing inside you.

He knew all that he had given up had led to the greatest reward.

You.

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allysartstuff · 4 years

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Some may already know I retconned RariPants a little. Digital Art > Drawings > Movies & TV"> I didn’t include Fancy here as this whole thing was big enough already, might make a different post with just him. All the kids cutie marks are the same, just didn't want to draw them.

Rarity

Rarity’s first marriage to Fancy Pants wasn’t as smooth as she hoped. Before, they were on friendly terms and got along well. However, that all changed after a drunken night out in which Rarity became pregnant. Initially, he wanted Rarity to have an abortion descreetly and even offered her money to do so. Rarity, after long talks with her family and friends, decided she had enough emotional and financial support to raise her baby and told Fancy it was his decision if he wanted to be involved or not. Fancy decided he did want to be involved but, unbeknownst to Rarity, planned to woo her so that would marry him and not ‘live in shame’ (Fancy was older than Rarity, had some pretty old fashioned views and liked younger mares anyway). Luckily for him, his plan worked and Rarity fell pretty dang hard for his charm and gentleman ways and they married roughly a year after their first son was born, then called Chic Magnifique.

For the first few years, everything was good. Rarity moved to Canterlot where Fancy and Rarity raised Chic together and eventually decided to have another baby, Ace Dandy. But things started to gradually change. Fancy started staying out later and later, leaving Rarity to raise two very rambunctious boys on her own while working on her three shops from home. When she asked for help (like, y’know raise your fucking kids and no it’s not babysitting, dammit Fancy), his idea was to vigorously train them as perfect little elites. When Rarity saw the negative effects this had on the boys, she blew her top, resulting in many massive arguments. During this time, Rarity finally saw Fancy for who he really was and left him, returning to Ponyville with her sons.

Fleur de Lis

Many years before Rarity met Fancy, Fleur was Fancy’s secret personal bodyguard. A native of Prance and a former secret agent, she came to work for Fancy by chance. Often, Fleur would act like a typical trophy wife who would over fawn and simper over Fancy while on the lookout for anyone who could harm him. She is full capable of kicking anyone’s ass and had saved his butt on a few occasions. The pair became really good friends and the two fell in love and married. However, things began to de-escalate when Fancy wanted her to be his trophy wife for real. After only a year of marriage, Fleur noped out of that relationship and quietly moved to Ponyville, becoming a private Prench teacher while ignoring the Canterlot gossip surrounding her.

A few years later Rarity and Fleur have a chance meeting and, after getting over the awkwardness of the whole ‘holy shit, it’s my ex-husband’s ex-wife, oh fuck’ thing, they begin an understanding friendship and reguarly have tea together. They soon develop real, honest feelings for each other, especially when Fleur got on so well with Chuck and Ace. With the boys’ very eager blessing, Rarity and Fleur marry and have their own child, Opal, via Twilight’s IVF spell. Fancy was not a happy bunny when he found this out.

Chuck Lindsneigh (formerly Chic Magnifique)

A ecentric pony who doesn’t know the volume of his own voice, Chuck is passionate and anything but subtle. He loves nothing more than to go on rousing adventures, fly his plane (which he crashes a lot) and return lost/stolen artifacts to the indegious races of Equestria and beyond. He has a very strong sense of wrong and right and will not rest until it is right again. Despite having a savant-like intelligence in planes, archaeology and ancient pony societies, Chuck has difficulty understanding basic visual communication so he often fails to understand other feelings (eg, why his brother continues to keep in touch with their father) and can be easily lied to (eg, he has fallen for many a scam by Jammie Dodger). This is due to him being autistic, which wasn’t diagnosed until he was an adult, something Rarity feels terribly guilty for. May have an on/off no strings attached relationship with Orin every time he winds up in Manehatten. Hates Fancy Pants and often deliberately sends him bills to places he’s damaged by his plane crashing.

Ace Dandy

Ace lives up to his name as a hoofball superstar, the sport introduced to him by his grandfather Hondo Flanks, as a way to cope with his parent’s divorce. Although smaller than Chuck, he is easily physically stronger and incredibly fast, having both played for Ponyville and Canterlot teams. He takes his celebrity status and image very seriously, taking care of his appearance but also showing endless kindness by donating endlessly to charities and signing every autograph asked from him. As good as his intentions are, this stems from an underlying need to be perfect. His elite training from Fancy and his parents divorce resulted in severe issues. He’d sooner ram his head in a wall than get one thing wrong and little Ace blamed himself for the divorce, despite Rarity’s insistence than it wasn’t his fault. Because of this, Ace accepts his father back in his life when Fancy returns, much to Chuck’s disgust. They have an ok father son relationship but Ace stresses when Fancy makes a minor passing comment or action that something’s not to his liking. Basically, this boy is 50% muscle, 50% anxiety. Ace lives with his long-term boyfriend Bramble at Grand-Pear’s old house. The two are very sugary sweet and don’t know the meaning of PDA. But what Ace loves most about Bramble is his down to earth nature and it never fails to put him at ease (also, he has a cute butt).

Opal

Opal is Rarity’s third and final bab and Fleur’s only biological child. The youngest sib at seventeen, Opal get’s really excited at the most boring things imaginable. She looooves rocks and often believes she was born the wrong species (Opal has a deep admiration for Earth Ponies). As a child, Opal loved going with Rarity on her gem expeditions, although she was more interested in the rock around the glittering gems. She is completely obsessed with Maud Pie and Maud, a little amused and touched by Opal’s eagerness, took it upon herself to become her mentor (Opal fainted on the spot when she was told this). Opal is also autistic (diagnosed as a child and Rarity and Fleur recognised the signs), like Chuck, and will info-dump the hell out of you about rocks. She struggles with reading other’s facial expressions but otherwise is a happy wee soul. Most of the time. Opal was blessed with both her mothers’ beauty which attracted the attention of many teenage colts but they soon dumped her when they realised she would never shut up about rocks. This would plummet her confidence for a while until a meddling little Hullabaloo set her up with his mortified brother Lucky Bug. Now the two can enjoy talking about rocks, bugs and do any cute smooshy teen romance stuff to their hearts’ content.

Extras;

Bramble does not like Fancy one bit, but Ace begs him to be nice when Fancy visits as Bram is known to saying exactly what he thinks.

Chuck loves his family (besides he-who-shall-not-be-named) and pops in every now and again, announcing his return by slamming the door open and yelling, “What-ho!”

Fleur taught all of the kids Prench which they are all fluent in (although Chuck’s accent is atrocious).

When Rarity and Fleur became engaged, Chuck and Ace asked her if they could call her ‘Maman’. She cried ugly tears of joy at that.

Chuck and Ace adore their little half sister and would probably stomp on all of her ex-boyfriends if given the chance.

Opal was born via emergency c-section. Fleur will tell anyone who would listen that her c-section scar is her favourite of all her scars.

Ace is willing to model any new line of clothes Rarity makes.

My Little Pony, Rarity and Flaur de Lis (c) Hasbro

Chuck Lindsneigh, Ace Dandy and Opal (c) me

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parkeraul · 5 years

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shawn x reader words: 1.912 warning: fluffy and romantic stuff. blame it on valentine’s day. requested by anon: “can you do a small imagine where shawn is thanking his girlfriend in his acceptance speech but he accidentally says wife instead and after everyone’s freaking out though it’s not true. please and thank you”

your wish is my command

“Shawn Mendes!” The host screams. The audience follows the host, equally excited and clapping their hands to congratulate him. Shawn gets up to fix his suit and then leans down to capture a quick kiss from your lips before walking towards the stage. You can’t help but stand up too, your hands joining the loud applauses as you smile proudly at him. Shawn goes upstairs to greet the host and receive his award. Everyone could sense from afar the happiness taking over his body by his big smile highlighting his little scar placed on his face, his eyes shining bright as the setlights turned at his direction and his cheeks blushing, showing that rosy tone that makes your heart melt every single time. “Wow!” He lets out, totally surprised. “Thank you, guys. Thank you so much!” Shawn says and looks back at the trophy standing on his arm. “It’s amazing to be here tonight, this is incredible! I’d like to dedicate this award to all of my fans, I love you guys so much!” He clears his throat and takes a deep breath while everybody screams once again. “And I’d also like to thank this amazing woman standing in there, my beautiful wife.” Shawn’s free hand points at you as he talks about you with all the love inside his heart. You frown. Instantly. Were your ears failing? Was your mind telling you stuff you actually didn’t hear? The crowd started being louder and louder and the camera captured your confused expression, still giving him the greatest smile you could. “Without her, this would’ve been a lot tougher and I have no words enough to express how grateful I am.” He continued, fixing his curls in pure nervousness. “Thank you!” The host announces the commercial and Shawn steps downstairs to meet you, so you two could leave the ceremony’s room to go to the red carpet for the last time and then to the hotel. “Honey! What was that?” You yelled next to his ear for him to listen better due to the loud sound of the hands clapping. Shawn holds your waist softly with his tattooed arm and kisses your cheek. His unmistakable scent invading your nostrils making you relax against his touch. That was everything you needed. “Crazy, right?” He questioned back at you. “I never thought I’d win this. Thank you for helping me during the whole process.” Shawn grabbed your lips intensely, inviting you to a breathtaking kiss. His tender rosy lips pressed against yours in a sweet way, with love and caution. “I love you.” You were ready to ask him about the “wife” thing when he walked towards the exit door, bringing you with him by still holding your middle. The flashes from the cameras immediately caught your faces. The interviewers begging for him and the fans dying to ask about the same subject taking over your thoughts. You posed for a few clicks with him. He had his award in one hand and his other hand pulling you closer. Those pictures would never look better than this. The two of you smiling, giggling, completely in love and unable to hide it from the world. The staff arrives to carry you to his dressing room while he gives his last interviews for the night. “I need to talk to you.” You said. “No worries, it’s nothing that you should be concerned about.” Shawn agreed, relieved and gave you one last quick kiss before you left. “Shawn Mendes, the man of the night!” The interviewer promptly grabbed his attention. “First: How do you feel about it?” “Man… This is wild!” He vented, laughing at his own words. “I feel grateful. I worked hard for this and I can’t believe this had finally came true. It’s amazing!” “You deserve it, Shawn!” The interviewer greeted. “Now, about that speech…” “Yeah…” Shawn agreed, internally proud of his words. He had thought about it a lot during the past two weeks and he was sure he had chosen the right things to say. “When did you guys get married?” Shawn grimaced. “I thought you’d throw a big ceremony or tell your fans first-“ “We’re not married, man.” Shawn loosened a button of his black shirt. “Where did you get this from?” “Aren’t you?” The interviewer insisted, totally confused. “You just called Y/N ‘wife’ during your speech…” “Oh my God! Did I?” His eyes were now so wide open that they could fly from their orbits at any time. The interviewer agreed and his jaw fell in shocker. ‘Damn!’ Shawn thought to himself. The interview goes all about your relationship, his plans for the future and this night. He left after talking to everyone he could to take some pictures with the fans, insanely questioning about marriage. He tried to explain himself a thousand times without making any bigger mistakes. What a long night. “Can I trust you guys? Can you do this for me?” He asks the fans before parting. His chest felt a big relief when everyone agreed. Some with tears in their eyes, some jumping in happiness and joy. “I love you so much. Thanks for everything!” He sends everyone a kiss and walks to his dressing room. Sitting on his chair, your phone starts buzzing like crazy. Thousands and thousands of mentions on your twitter account. When you were about to check them, the door behind you opened and Shawn entered. “Hi, babe!” He got closer to hold you and kiss you. “Ready to go?” “Yes!” You agreed, handling his bag with his stuff. “Listen, I-“ “Thank you for packing up my things. You’re unbelievable!” He interrupted, grabbing your hand. “The car is waiting for us. I promise you I’ll listen to any word you have to say when we get back to the hotel. I need to talk to you too.” Shawn warned you and you felt a knot growing on your throat. Inside the car, you rested your head against his shoulder and he was rubbing your hair. His leg shaking. Why was he so nervous? The ceremony was over. He had nothing else to worry about. You feared that his anxiety would be probably disturbing him. Your phone kept on buzzing. “@y/n: will you marry me?” “@y/n: Will you marry me??” “@y/n: Will you marry me? Pls?” “@y/n: will you marry me?” Shawn stared at your phone screen and then at your confused face. “What is-“ “I’m sorry, babe.” He kissed the top of your head. “They might be talking about my speech before. Maybe it’s a joke, don’t worry.” Exposing your relationship was so hard at the beginning. You were so afraid that the fandom wouldn’t see you as the woman of his dreams and you worried a lot about showing everyone that yes, yes you’d take care of Shawn as much as he did with you both in sickness and in health. But it became a better situation. The songs he wrote showed the whole world how great you two are together. It was on everyone’s lips how precious the feeling between you both seemed to be. The car arrived and, inside the elevator, Shawn started. “You might be wondering why the hell I called you ‘wife’ before.” “I am!” You agreed. Thank God! You had to talk things over. “I mean, I’m not mad at you or anything. I’m just a little bit confused.” You got those words off your chest. “And I don’t want you to feel like you have to propose like… right now. We’re taking our time.” “You think so?” He asked and you approved. “I like the picture of us married. And you know why?” Shawn pulled you closer and guided you through the hall right after the elevator’s door opened. You had to trust him because he could see the way while all you could see was his mouth telling you: “I see my future with you. And only you.” Stepping carefully but yet awkwardly, he continued. “You have been absurdly incredible to me.” His tone kind of failed. Nervous, he insisted. “I can’t think about a day without you. Without your beautiful smile, lightning up my day… Your beautiful eyes, so bright…” The ‘so’ came out of his lips in a blow as his rosy lips showed you his perfect aligned teeth in the purest smile. Your hands were all over his chest while he held your waist for you not to fall. Caressing your back, he stopped in front of your shared bedroom’s door and ended. “Without your voice, without your encouraging words… I can’t think about a day when I won’t be able to touch your soft skin, your pretty face.” He emphasized the word just for you to never forget how gorgeous you are. “I can’t think about a single day away from you. This is why I called you my wife.” He opened the door behind you. The floor covered with petals, making a trail to the bed, where they were arranged in a heart shape. Your hands instantly covering your mouth as you trembled. What is this? This must be a dream. Big red balloons embellishing the walls with bright christmas-lights invading your sight as you walked in. Candles all around, filling the room with their scent and a bouquet of your favorite flowers standing on your night table. Shawn left his bag and his trophy aside to grab his phone and a little box from his pocket. Getting on one knee, your phone buzzes for the last time. Shawn: Will you marry me? You turn your back to see Shawn kneeled on the floor. His eyes fighting to hold back the tears just like yours. Failing. You let out a whine muffled by your palm and kneeled down to meet him. “I know this is not the most amazing proposal. I didn’t wanna miss the Valentine’s Day,” Shawn justified himself. “But I want you to know that you’re the woman who I wanna spend the rest of my life with. I wanna grow old with you,” His tone breaking as he confessed every feeling burning inside of his heart, which was already missing its beats. “I wanna have kids with you. I wanna make you happier than you make me, if this is even possible!” He giggled and so did you, getting closer and his tattooed hand reached your face, a few centimeters away from his. “I wanna love you everyday and make you the luckiest girl in this world, just like you make me be the luckiest guy in the world. Y/N, will you marry me?” Shawn asked, nearly sobbing due to the strength he was putting on himself to hold back the tears. “Yes.” You said promptly. “Yes.” You said again. “Yes.” Raising your voice, you leaned forwards. “Yes, yes, yes, a thousand times yes!” Whispering at first and finishing with a stronger tone, you threw yourself in his arms and kissed him with everything you had. As you touched his cheeks, you felt his tears moistening his angelic face and wiped them away. Your tongues moving in a perfect synchrony, tasting each other with passion as your lips worked hard to express all the sensations running through your veins. Interrupting the kiss to place another one on your hand after inserting the ring on your finger, Shawn glanced at you and both of your hearts fluttering, floating in happiness. “Happy Valentine’s Day, my valentine. Better: my wife!”

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downeystarkjr · 6 years

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Lost Stars - Cursed Killian AU - Chapter 6

Summary: Killian and Emma finally have their happy ending and are looking forward to their future together. However, fate has other plans and decides Killian needs to pay the price for returning from the Underworld by being sent 5 years back in time to New York with a new life and new memories and a new love. With no memory of Emma or who he really is. Killian and Emma’s True Love is put to the test when they cross paths once more as The Saviour does all she can to bring her pirate back. If things weren’t bad enough, Emma and the other heroes have to deal with the arrival of The Flying Dutchman to the Storybrooke docks, the captain of which is on the hunt for the infamous Captain Hook…

Rating: M

Content/Triggers: Cursed Killian, fluff, angst, whump, nightmares

Previous chapters: 1 2 3 4 5

Full story on AO3 here

Chapter 6

“Swan?” the pirate called from in front of the bedroom door after going upstairs. “Love, are you in there?” he asked, slowly reaching out to hold the door handle.

As if Emma knew what Killian was going to do, she rushed over to their bedroom door, placing her hands on it as an attempt to keep it closed. “Killian, what are you doing here? You’re supposed to be on your ship,” she questioned in a light tone rather than worried. “If my parents knew you were here before our wedding,” she added with a smirk, teasing her pirate before he interrupted her in an equally light-hearted tone of voice.

“Well they’re not here love, it’s just you and me,” Killian chuckled, figuring Emma was holding the door handle to make sure it stayed closed with how difficult it was to turn.

“Easy there, tiger, a man of honour wouldn’t barge right into a woman’s bedroom,” Emma joked, doing her best not to laugh but failed almost instantly. She wanted to see Killian and enjoy the comfort of being in the embrace of his loving arms, not looking forward to spending the night alone and waking up without him asleep by her side in their bed. However, she didn’t want to risk anything going wrong for their wedding, as superstitious as that sounded. “It’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, Jones.”

“You don’t have to worry about that Emma, we’ve had our fair share of bad luck and we’ve overcome all of it,” Killian reminded, placing his palm and forehead against the door, his bride doing the same on the other side. What more could possibly happen to them to stop them from getting married? “I just needed to be near you Swan…just open the door…” he uttered quietly, encouraging his love.

Emma bit her lip hesitantly, a part of her wanted to throw away the rulebook and allow her dear groom into their bedroom. “Hold on, I’ll open the door but we can’t see each other, not until tomorrow,” she explained, coming up with a loophole around the rule.

Killian raised an eyebrow, moving his head away from the door as Emma began to finally open it. He had an idea about what Emma was thinking and saw he was proven right when the door was opened just enough for her to reach her arm out towards him.

“Only a few hours remain before I can call you my Lady Jones,” Killian gently took Emma’s hand in his own, softly placing a tender kiss to the back of it which caused yet another loving smile to break out on the Saviour’s face.

“And you, my pirate prince,” she replied affectionately, squeezing her husband-to-be’s one hand. Emma was filled with uncontrollable excitement for her marriage to Killian and his reaction to seeing her in the wedding dress she chose. “I love you Killian.”

“I love you too Swan, my love for you grows each day I’m with you.”

“You always have been good with words Captain,” Emma was relieved there was a door between them because she was able to hide the wild blush covering her cheeks. How did she get so lucky to find a man like Killian? A man who knew her better than anyone and could make her smile and blush with just a few words and through his loving actions. And she was getting married to him.

The wedding day finally arrived. Despite not liking the loneliness of waking up without the other, Killian and Emma had awoken early that morning out of excitement for the day’s events. Couples often felt nerves or cold feet the day of their wedding, but not the Saviour and the Captain. How could they be nervous when they both knew marriage was what they wanted?

Killian was dressed and ready waiting on the top deck of his ship with Henry. The guests were due to arrive soon, before the bride was to make her appearance to the wedding. Meanwhile, Emma was with her mother as Snow applied the finishing touches to her daughter’s hair and makeup.

“Oh honey,” the older of the two smile tearfully, taking in Emma’s appearance after Elsa gave the bride the bridal bouquet of flowers. “You and Killian are going to be so happy together.”

Emma gave her mother a hug, careful of the delicate wedding gown. “I know mom, and I’m glad you and dad are here to witness this.” After spending twenty eight years struggling with life alone as an orphan surrounded by people who never failed to let her down, Emma found her son, her parents and the man she loved and saw a future with.

“Is that really my daughter?” David gasped in surprise at the sight of his beloved first born when he walked into the room. He had never seen Emma in her wedding dress before. She was all grown up and ready to become a wife that very day. “You know it’s not too late to cancel the wedding right?” Prince Charming joked and hugged Emma. Killian had grown on him during the pirate and Emma’s relationship. David saw how much the two loved each other and showed no reluctance in giving Killian his blessing to the marriage.

“Dad, come on, I’m in my wedding dress, I’m not calling it off,” Emma chuckled, picking up on her father’s joke as she hugged back.

“As long as you’re sure, we should start heading over to the ship,” David suggested, gently cupping his daughter’s cheek, proud of Emma that she had allowed herself to open up to love.

When Emma arrived at the docks with her father, she could hear the music playing as they neared the Jolly Roger. Killian was at the altar, seeing how all the guests invited had shown up and took their seats for the wedding to begin.

“She’s coming, good luck Killian,” Henry said to his step-father to be when he noticed the bridal party approaching the ship while the violinists started to play the music to match with the procession as one by one, Elsa, Ruby, Regina and Snow, carrying baby Neal, walked down the aisle. After, the music changed to the tune of ‘Here Comes the Bride’ and it was finally time for Emma to walk down the aisle arm in arm with her father. She hoped Killian would choose to turn round and look at her while she glided down the short distance to her True Love and beamed with happiness when she saw he couldn’t take his eyes off her. It made Emma chuckle softly to herself noticing how stunned and filled with adoration her pirate was gazing at his bride.

Killian was head over heels in love with Emma, and if it was even possible, seeing how perfectly beautiful Emma appeared made him fall deeper in love.

“Swan…you look beautiful,” he mouthed to her while Henry glanced between the two as he held the rings.

“Thank you,” Emma mouthed back, Killian’s words warmed her heart. His reaction was what she could have hoped for, seeing him smiling at her with awe. She saw how Killian’s attire shared similarities with what he wore during their first dance and had to admit he looked incredible and was not surprised Killian did not choose to sport a modern world tuxedo.

“Now I know why you did your best to stop me seeing the dress,” the pirate whispered to his bride when she approached by his side and as David went to sit down by Snow. “Are you ready love?”

“I’m glad I didn’t sneak a glimpse of your suit when I heard Blue had it,” Emma responded back in a whisper so only Killian could hear. “Of course, never been more ready,” she grinned widely and nodded for the ceremony to begin.

After the guests being welcomed to the wedding, it was time for the bride and groom to read out their vows to one another. Emma turned to glance up to look adoringly in Killian’s ocean blue eyes, holding both his hand and hook. “Killian, it’s no secret that things weren’t easy for me growing up, and as a result I put up my walls so that I wouldn’t get hurt. But then you came along and changed all that, although I did make it a challenge for you,” she paused to laugh, seeing Killian chuckle in recollection of how difficult had been to get Emma to accept her feelings for him.

“I’ve never met anyone so persistent in getting to know who I am behind my walls, who would do anything for me, including giving up your home and everything you owned just to find me. No one has ever loved me like that, and, Killian, I love you so much more than you can imagine,” Emma continued, pouring out her heart to Killian as she expressed her vows, looking nowhere but in his eyes. “You’ve always been there for me and I know you’re incapable of letting me down. Today I give you my love, my heart and lifelong devotion. With you, I’ve found my kindred spirit, my best friend, my husband, my True Love.” The Saviour finished, blinking away the tears welling up in her eyes. Tears that Killian was quick to carefully wipe away without smudging her make up, which she was thankful was waterproof.

The Charmings watched their daughter read out her vows, knowing how difficult it was for her to let her feelings be known to anyone. Snow squeezed her husband’s hand with her head rested against his shoulder at the mention of True Love.

“Love was always something I constantly lost, and I stopped believing in my own happy ending and that love was possible for me. Instead, I went after my revenge,” Killian started to tell Emma his vows, speaking from his heart. “However, it was only when I started to get to know you that I allowed myself to accept the feelings I had for you, feelings that quickly changed to love with our first kiss,” he smiled fondly. “I knew back then that you were the one I wanted, the one I needed.” While Killian said his vows, he continued to hold Emma’s hand, stroking it gently with his thumb.

“You’re the reason I’m the man I am today, my Saviour… I wanted to be someone who you deserved and you were enough to help me fight my inner darkness that loomed over my heart and villainous past,” the pirate continued, honestly seeing Emma as the cause of him changing from villain to a hero. “Emma, you’re the only future I want and there is nothing more important to me than your happiness. And I’m honoured that I make up a part of that happiness, and that we’re about to become husband and wife,” Killian couldn’t believe he was actually marrying the love of his life on his ship beneath the sunlit sky over the peaceful ocean. “You’re where I belong, my darling Swan. My Emma, my happy ending .”

Hearing Killian say those words melted Emma’s heart. He was the only one who ever said those words to her, the only one who made her truly feel special. That had never happened before she and Killian became girlfriend and boyfriend. When two said their ‘I do’s’ and exchanged rings, Killian didn’t waste any time after hearing “You may now kiss the bride.”

“At bloody last,” he smirked and leaned forward, pulling Emma closer to him by the waist and kissed her lips passionately. The pirate felt his wife kiss back with an equal amount of love, his hands stroking up her back while Emma’s fingers explored his brown hair. The newlyweds were making the most of the kiss, not really noticing the sound of applause from the guests. “I love you Emma Jones.”

“I love you more, my Killian Jones,” Emma replied sweetly, mumbling against her husband’s lips before kissing him further. They were married. The two people who had previously disregarded the possibility of a happy ending let alone marriage. “Shall we go to our reception?” she asked, gesturing a little with her head to the wedding guests who were waiting for the Jones couple to leave first out of wedding etiquette.

“Do you really think that’s possible? With how much I love you?” the pirate countered in playful banter with Emma and nodded, agreeing with her suggestion. “Aye of course,” he added and wrapped an arm around his wife’s waist, leading her back down the aisle to get off the ship.

“We could do this all day,” Emma laughed, referring to the light-hearted debate. She laughed more when Killian lifted her up in his arms bridal style until they approached the docks.

“That really is the most perfect dress love, you look more beautiful than I’ve ever seen and you’re naturally the most gorgeous woman I’ve met,” Killian was honest with his compliment as he lowered Emma back down to her feet, careful of her detailed wedding gown and cape.

However, before Emma could respond, the ground beneath them shook harshly. What was happening now? Couldn’t she have one day of happiness to enjoy with her True Love without needing to deal with a crisis?

“Bloody hell…”

“What was that?” the newlywed woman questioned with wide eyes and looked around her. Even the other inhabitants of Storybrooke were startled by what they assumed to be an earthquake. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the end of it. It was only when Killian tugged at her hand, trying to keep her near him that the Saviour saw a cloud of smoke surround her husband. “Killian! What’s happening?!” she cried with worry.

“I don’t know Swan, just don’t let go!” Killian shouted over the loud breeze as he tried to fight the cloud of smoke that was attempting to pull the husband and wife couple apart.

“I won’t Killian, I promise!” Emma vowed, a few tears running down her cheeks when she realised what was about to happen. “Whatever is going on, I’ll fix it I swear, I’ll always find you!” She gave Killian her word in their weddings vows that she was never going to give up on him.

“I know you will, I believe in you Swan,” Killian replied, doing his best to continue to hold onto Emma. Trying to remain strong to assure his wife that everything was going to be alright despite not seeiming that way right now. “I love you,” he reminded and managed to kiss Emma’s lips one last time before the cloud of smoke forced the two to let go of one another.

“Killian!” Emma let out a heartbroken yell, the last thing the pirate heard from her as the smoke enveloped him, taking him away in a flash of thunder. Away from Storybrooke.

Away from Emma.

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elsa-of-arrendelle · 7 years

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If Destiel shippers are allowed to post why they ship Destiel, I am allowed to say why I don’t.

I’ll point out that, yes, I’m religious. I’m a Christian of the LDS church and I believe that marriage and sexual relations should be between a man and a woman. But that’s not the big reason I don’t ship Destiel (Heck, I think Cecil and Carlos are *neat* and freaking adorable).

I don’t ship Destiel because of what it cancels from the characters, the healthiness of the proposed relationship, and the effect it’s had on the fandom over the years.

Destiel is a ship that began as a fanon ship and still is. The biggest promotion is fans on tumblr, the lip-service and stories are written by fans, the scenes are either drawn by or edited from available sources by fans. The writers clearly have no intent of making it canon and the actors (mainly Jensen cause he’s tired of the constant peppering) have said that Destiel does not exist in the show.

The character-destroying reasons I don’t ship Destiel:

There is a canonically straight man who watches soap operas, cleans, cooks, has worn pink satin panties, drinks flavored water, listens to kids, show empathy, cries, is unafraid to show affection to his male friends and family, mother-hens his friends and family, and listens to his own moral code. It bashes so many stereotypes it makes me want to cry of happiness. Turning Dean Bi changes “breaking useless gender roles and stereotypes” to “Oh, well yeah, he’s gay so that makes sense now.” and degrades how revolutionary his character already is against mainstream media.

There’s also an angel who doesn’t care about sexuality more than a person’s actions (a slap to Westboro Baptists) with no personal reasons for it other than his conscience. He is sweet and kind but can also be awe-inspiring and ruthless against his enemies. Has immense power but tries to use it to help people, even in small acts of service which takes down the idea that abilities are only useful if they’re out beating up bad guys over doing what you can no matter how small.

And I refuse to ignore Sam because he is not going to be demoted to a cheerleader for Destiel. Sam is kind, passionate, and endures immense hardships and is just as valid as Dean or Cas. He is his own powerhouse and while I’m certain that he supports his brother being happy and healthy in any relationship that Dean might choose, he shouldn’t be ignored or downsized as a character to make way for a new romance plot which will inevitably happen because guys, this is tv land. It always happens.

Meg. Megstiel was actually canon. Yet, during the same time that people were still trying to make it Destiel. Meg was literally making out with Cas and it was not one-sided. I have seen more romance - proper, healthy romance, mind you - and positive character development between these two than between Dean and Cas. Castiel would compliment her poetically and she had her pet-name for him and would fuss over him and cared for him when Dean didn’t because the Winchesters had their own problems to deal with.

^^^ Related to this but Destiel shippers have actually stolen a lot from Megstiel which is just messed up. The Pizza Man was based on Megstiel. The idea of having a “unicorn” is from Megstiel. Could you please use your own cliche’s in your fanfics and headcanons??? You can’t think of any that you have on your own?? That’s messed up. If you can’t write a story without stealing a competing ship’s motifs to pass as your own, you probably shouldn’t be writing and should be researching your own dang ship instead.

Dean and Castiel’s relationship would be toxic, in case you didn’t notice. It very nearly is right now. Cas is not and never will be Dean’s top priority. He’s still a priority for sure, but he’s not Sam. A healthy relationship has either each other on equal standing whether their first priority is each other or God. Goals, real-time emotions, or anything else too changeable are easily toppled. The reason Dean and Lisa worked out for a year was because Sam was not an option for Dean to prioritize anymore but the second he came back, the relationship started (sadly) to fall apart and Dean lost that stability. Unless Sam is also Cas’ #1 priority, their relationship is going to capsize faster than the Titanic without interference from Balthazar.

Not to mention, when Dean is stressed about losing Sam/failing the world/problems, he dishes out on Castiel. Cas is a strange character in that he is so old and has so much knowledge but he’s simultaneously like a child for the first several seasons because he’s missing so much social development. Two emotionally unbalanced factors in a relationship either balance each other out perfectly or they go up like a nuclear reactor. Sometimes it’s immediate and other times it builds up, but Dean and Cas initially clash and still clash on many major decisions. They don’t balance each other, they make the other alarmed by their unpredictability and recklessness.

Dean does care about Cas, but he’s not used to him or expressing concern to anyone beyond Sam, John, and Bobby. He’s bad at expressing negative feelings in an okay way. I’m not going to be the anti-shipper who paints Dean as some kind of abusive monster cause I love Dean and they twist him out of context too, but Dean has said some hurtful things and failed on the supportive front for Cas several times because Cas is not his main priority. Similarly, Cas has shown no interest in becoming a human, he enjoys human interaction and helping humans. He’s not some Ariel out to be ‘part of our world’ and S12 had him taking up Joshua on the deal to allow him back into Heaven. They have their own goals and those goals do not align in a way that gives room for a relationship. In short, their relationship will hurt each other, not support each other.

The fact that other characters refer to them as a couple is obsolete. If anyone has ever referred to you and someone else you know as an item, you understand that other people’s feelings on your emotions do not create a relationship, your individual feelings do. So that is not ‘proof’.

Something I want to point out to the fandom:

These are like the 3 most aggresively sexualized moments that the fandom has to work with when it comes to hardcore shipping over fluff. Usually these images are followed by fics of making out passionately after these moments. Fans have turned these moments into ‘magical’ events that scream UST and drama.

But I need you to understand something so listen up.

In each of these moments... DEAN IS FREAKING TERRIFIED.

#1 +2. Castiel warning Dean to show him respect... because he brought Dean out of Hell and could throw him back in and Dean at this point is most definitely not close to coping with the trauma of those 40 years. He’s threatening him with his biggest trigger right here.

How Romantic. Sparks are flying, guys.

#3. Castiel is literally beating up Dean in an alleyway while yelling at him that he’s being selfish and weak and ignoring Cas’ sacrifices. By the end of this, Dean believes that Cas is just going to kill him. Awwwwww...

#4. The angels have just been exposed at villians and Dean has yelled at Cas to make a decision. Several hours later, Cas appears and slams Dean into the wall and Dean is completely lost and alarmed by this and is unaware of what side Cas has chosen until after a moment of waiting for something to happen.

All of these moments have Dean afraid and/or believing that he is probably going to die. STOP TRYING TO TURN FEAR INTO AROUSAL. That is some serious rape-culture logic and it is messed up. It’s not “kinky”, it’s not “sexy”, it’s fear. If you can’t tell the difference, go see a psychologist.

Okay. Moving past that, the fandom has a lot of issues to deal with when it comes to context and character intent. Most of the scenes ‘supporting’ Destiel are regular pictures taken at a moment with 0 context provided. Others are gifs where something else is actually going on but it looks flirty when there aren’t words so it goes. Most shippers will also confess to not being very big Destiel shippers before they got into the fanfic because it changes their perspective and makes them look for a notice things that aren’t meant to be that way. I read some Bela/Dean stories and found myself shipping them for a while when I used to be die-hard Lisa or Jo.

Also worth mentioning: The argument of Cas being a “multi-dimensional wavelength of celestial intent and therefore isn’t really gay so there’s not a problem” is a double-edged sword with the fact that Castiel has never been with anyone not female (or even human btw it was a reaper and almost Hannah and Meg), but you’re also backspacing over the idea that if it was canon it would be a gay ship so... there goes the side opting for LGBTQA representation...what is your goal with that?

I don’t ship it because I’m tired of great characters being simplified, of great relationships being ignored, of made-up images and quotes being spread as though they were true, of looking up Supernatural and being hit by a wave of Destiel headcanons, of people insulting my favorite actors for both refusing to approve of the relationship and for trying not to shut down the relationship, of the level of tin-hatting required to insist that a character is bi because of the color shirt that they wear, and for people tagging every post - no matter how unrelated - as “Destiel”, I’m sick of it all.

Spamming is the biggest reasons for Anti-Destiel blogs. Tagging everything with your ship name makes anyone who doesn’t ship it want to scream and hate you. This is not how you gain support.

I’m personally just very sick of feeling like I’m not really a part of this fandom because I don’t ship Destiel. But a lot of fans don’t. A lot of fans aren’t on tumblr, they don’t read your fanfic, they don’t consider Cas and Dean to be a couple, they just watch and like the show. That’s kinda what being a fan is. Making everything on Supernatural about Destiel is how you lose support for the show and the fandom.

Shipping despite this is fine. You want to, go for it. It won’t change the show that I enjoy, but please remember that not everyone will ship what you ship and spamming them or harassing them is pointless and rude.

#i don't ship destiel #rant #anti-destiel #post #i've wanted to make this for a long time.#venting #I feel like I can breathe easier now

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emaleesky · 4 years

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Bachelor Party

Title: Bachelor party

Author: Emalee

Summary: Luke gets a special surprise at his bachelor party...

Disclaimer: Star Wars is George’s and Luke is his as well, even though I wish I could have some part in it. But I guess that is life.

Timeline: Legends, Alternative to the Expanded Universe, 20 ABY during my novel The Queen of the Knights

Warning: Very naughty

Author's Note: This is right before Luke and Emalee do officially get married with the Jedi Nuptials on Yavin IV and on her home planet of Penna. So, please review…but don’t be hurtful…be kind. Remember a loyal friend laughs at her jokes when they're not so good, and sympathizes with her problems when they're not so bad. ~Arnold H. Glasgow.

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“Guys, where are we going?” Grand Jedi Master Luke Skywalker moaned in the back seat of Wedge Antilles’ speeder.

“For the last time, Kid, it’s a surprise!”

A huff of annoyance passed Luke’s lips at Han’s retort. Almost pouting, he sat back and crossed his arms tight across his chest, drumming the long fingers of his left hand against his bicep.

The evening had started out so well.

Since Emalee was going to be out doing ‘wedding’ stuff with his sister and her sister, Luke was spending time with his brother-in-law, Han Solo, friends, Lando Calrissian, Wedge Antilles, Tycho Celchu, Hobbie Klivian, Corran Horn and Rand Fluige for as Han said they mind as well spend some time before he and Emalee left to Yavin IV to participate in their Jedi nuptials. Okay so he thought the plan would be to just hang out with his friends eating snacks and playing holo games, and Sabacc.

Luke had been having a great time with everyone, pigging out on pizza, nachos, and ale, as well as joking and roaring with laughter as they all took turns at the hologames at the Solo apartment (the twins and Anakin were out with friends). So obviously, the last thing he’d expected after a quick refresher break at around 2300, was to suddenly feel like a wet blanket landed on him, the Force oddly disappearing and Han basically tackling him, grabbing him, hauling him outside, and shoving him into the back of Wedge’s speeder, with no explanation other than that they had something set up for him.

Well, he wouldn’t have minded so much if they hadn’t included a bloody blindfold!

It was a good thing he trusted his friends. But being that he felt like he was covered from his senses only meant one thing….

“Han, you aren’t carrying ysalamiri, are you?!” Luke moaned.

Han laughed, “Why on the Force would I have ysalamiri!”

Luke groaned. He hoped they weren’t planning anything that would get them in trouble or worse, arrested and that would be wonderful if they had to call their wives to bail them out of jail. That would be a wonderful conversation for Emalee. She’d already seen him in jail once, after kicking the bloody hell out of Senator Dean Levelly, who was obsessed with Emalee and when they were ‘secretly’ in their marriage, Levelly constantly bated Luke…well one night it went to far, and Luke broke his nose and ended up in jail.

He really didn’t want to have to call her and tell her that he’d been arrested again because the guys decided he needed a bachelor party…even though in really he wasn’t a bachelor, he hadn’t been in months, since he and Emalee married secretly when they were in hiding, on New Eden where they were placed because of death threats to Emalee by a new and upcoming Dark Sider. So Luke hadn’t been a bachelor for a very long time….but now something was going on and his friends were planning it.

Luke moaned. “Fine, since I’m obviously not at my prime here, if we are doing anything….it better be something that we can’t get arrested for.”

“So I guess running naked around in Imperial Park is a No!” Wedge laughed.

Luke moaned, and shook his head, “If we are going to a bar, I’m only having two drinks….I have to fly to Yavin in the morning and I don’t want to be drunk…”

“Damn,” Lando laughed. “There goes my night.”

Luke groaned again, “And last…. No. Strippers.”

Everyone moaned.

He wasn’t going down that route at all. The only woman who danced for him was Emalee, and he wasn’t interested in going to some dimly lit club and stuffing bills into the strap of a random scantily clad woman’s G-string while she sashayed to “You Can Leave Your Hat On.” (Which was a song that he and Emalee danced to for each other). The very thought of such an invasively intimate encounter with a total stranger made his naturally shy and introverted self, cringe like mad. Plus, he experienced that right before he met Emalee right after his failed engagement to Mara Jade, where he went completely ‘psycho clone Luke’ and was drunk basically for two months and dated a stripper that Hobbie introduced him too.

Needless to day, he didn’t remember half of what happened in those months, except that he broke Han’s nose on his fiftieth lifeday party, which immediately after, Luke broke it off with Edanda and hightailed it off Coruscant to try and find himself again, and a few months later, he finally met Emalee. Emalee knew about his relationship with Edanda and she made sure, he’d never remember her or for that matter anyone else.

So then, where could they be taking him? He really hadn’t a clue. And since he couldn’t feel their intentions in the Force…Han had to have ysalamiri on him somewhere. “Guys come on, what is going on…I know you Solo…what are you doing, you have ysalamiri on you don’t you?”

Han laughed but didn’t say anything.

“Oh Luke come on, just enjoy it. We are almost there.” Wedge laughed.

Luke moaned. Maybe they were going air bowling? Come to think of it, he had mentioned last week that it’d been a while since they’d all gone together as a group to Greengarden Strike. He loved when they went with the kids; maybe they were taking him there, that’d be fun! They had great onion rings and a pretty awesome arcade!

Luke was just beginning to smile in anticipation when he felt the speeder turn off the main air lane and pull to a smooth stop. He let himself be guided out of the backseat and across what he assumed was the parking lot by his friends who all seemed to be trying hard not to burst out laughing, judging from all the coughs and snorts he could hear around him. Now his friends were really annoying him.

But when he sensed them entering a building, his eagerness was instantly replaced with confusion. Instead of the clatter of bowling balls hitting pins and the overhead mix of classic rock music, he could hear nothing but his friends muted snickering and laughing and....a very distant and slow bass thrum.

What the-?

“Hi!” Han’s voice greeted to someone; a host? Receptionist? Cashier? Hells if Luke knew. “We have a Mr. Walker here for his surprise?”

There was something odd about how Han was speaking, all emphatic and gleeful, like he was using code, especially a different name. And since Luke couldn’t feel the Force….

“HAN!” He had a very bad feeling about this.

“Shut it Luke!” Han elbowed him.

“Oh, yes!” A deep, male voice Luke didn’t recognize replied. “Everything’s ready. Here’s the key. Just take him all the way down to the last door on the left. Mr. Walker, Enjoy!”

Luke didn’t have a chance to answer the unidentified man before he was abruptly steered to the right and down what must’ve been a hallway.

As they proceeded, Luke’s mind scrambled to come up with a logical explanation as to where he was and just what his friends had in store for him, but he only came up empty and suspicious as he heard more muffled, musical beats from either side, and...

...was that moaning?

Even thought he couldn’t feel the Force…he sure as hell knew what was going on…

OH HELLS NO!

“HAN!” he screamed. He couldn’t believe Han would take him to a strip club especially because he loved Emalee like a sister, and well Luke’s own sister would kill her husband.

“OH HELLS NO!” Luke’s feet began to drag, but it did little good with Corran and Rand holding his arms; those guys were built like tanks (Even though Luke was taller then Corran) and had the Force, which he obviously didn’t to overtake them. “NO…I am not going to see a stripper!”

Hobbie laughed, “Don’t worry Luke, Edanda doesn’t work here.”

“What!” Luke screamed. “Han Solo! You….” He had no more time to resist before he was turned to the left and there was the rattle and swing of a door opening in front of him.

In the span of about two seconds, Luke’s blindfold was ripped off and he was shoved into the mysterious room. Before he could even get his bearings, the door slammed shut and the lock clicked.

“Have a nice time, Luke!” Han shouted from outside as he and the rest of the group erupted with laughter that quickly faded away.

Whirling around in bewilderment, Luke felt his stomach sink as he took in his surroundings: He was in a dimly lit room with erotic dark wood floors and brick walls painted black. In the center of the space was a metal chair bolted in place, facing a tall, red velvet curtain. If it weren’t a strip club, he’d think it was rather classy.

And directly between the chair and the curtain......was a dancer’s pole.

SHAVITS!!

“DANM IT, guys! I said no strippers!” Luke yelled, stomping up to the door and uselessly trying the handle. He couldn’t even turn it. With the Force he could have just taken the door off the hinges, but he couldn’t. And even with his bionic hand, he could have pulled off the lock, but again, nothing was working. What the blazes was going on.

“Han! Let me out of here, this minute! Open this damn door!” He demanded, pounding his angry fists against the frame. “Do you hear me?! I mean it! Remember I kicked your Asses last year!!!”

He couldn’t believe they would do this! They knew how both he and his wife felt about it! Did they want her to be the one that finally killed him?!

The situation only got monumentally worse when he heard the curtain slide back.

Luke’s heart went into his stomach, and he actually felt fear, which he hadn’t felt in a long time. “SITH!” He spat, closing his eyes tightly and waving frantically over his shoulder to the poor, innocent girl who was probably just working her way through college. “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but there’s been a huge mistake! I-I’ll tip you anyway for the trouble, thanks! HAN! WEDGE! TYCHO LANDO, RAND, CORRAN, HOBBIE!!! IF YOU DON’T GET YOUR ASSES BACK HERE RIGHT NOW, SO HELP ME, I’LL-!”

“Welcome Master Skywalker, I’ve been expecting you.”

Any further raging dried up in Luke’s throat like a raisin the instant he heard the smooth voice.

A voice he’d know anytime, anywhere. And even without the Force, he could immediately tell who it was. Blind, and deaf, he would know it was her just by the way the room felt, how it smelled, even without the Force, Luke would be able to feel her in the strong bond they had.

And then immediately he knew why he couldn’t feel the Force….she was blocking it. Darn why had he taught her that skill!

Slowly, Luke looked back around and when he saw her, he fell against the door in utter shock as his legs instantly felt like jelly.

“EM-Emalee?!”

One, two, three blinks proved that he wasn’t dreaming. His wife/fiancé was standing on the other side of the room with her hands on her hips and a wily smirk on her face.

Now, for a split second, he thought he was about to get his balls busted...that was, until he realized just what she was wearing.

Emalee was clad in a bride-themed stripper outfit: a short, sleeveless, low-cut dress with frilly trim and ribbon lacing up the front, heels, white fish-net stockings attached to the lacey straps of a garter belt hidden beneath her skirt, long, silky gloves, a small veil...

...and of course, the whole outfit was the traditional pure white.

He might’ve appreciated the irony...

...if he wasn’t so damn confused and turned on as hell seeing her!

“Would you please sit down, Mr. Skywalker!”

The bright color of her really red lip rouge, and already unfairly sexy getup only made her golden brown tresses and beauty stand out more, giving her an extra air of that infamous femme fatale persona he knew perfectly well wasn’t an act for her especially with him.

As if on cue, she tilted her head to the side and her smirk grew wider.

“Surprise.”

“Wh-wha-?” He stammered like the Farmboy he was. “What...what’s going on? What are you doing here?”

Emalee heaved a dramatically heavy sigh. “Apparently finding out that my husband still needs lots of training.”

“Huh? Tr-training?”

She raised her eyebrow, “Apprentice, I told you to sit down, and you still haven’t done what I said. Remember our vows, love, honor, and obey, Luke.”

Quickly, but cautiously, as if he expected a bomb to go off or something, Luke stumbled over to the chair and took his seat. Not knowing what to do with his hands, he just fisted them over his knees, the right of which was bouncing nervously.

“That’s better.” Emalee praised. “Happy wife, happy life.”

Luke gulped as he then watched her reach under the curtain to retrieve a duffel bag and a small music synthesizer box. She set the music player on the floor, and pulled something shiny out of the bag he didn’t get a chance to identify before she hid it behind her back.

“Wh-what...what are you gonna do to me?” He croaked sounding like the nineteen-year-old Farmboy he once was instead of the forty year old Jedi Master he was. Since he couldn’t feel her intent even in their bond, he didn’t know what she had in store for him.

“Oh, Luke. Come on now, you’re a big boy.” Emalee shook her head with a soft chuckle before eyeing him like a hungry cat. “What do you think I’m gonna do to you?”

Despite that particular part of his body automatically twitching in his pants at her obvious implication, Luke’s apprehension must’ve shown on his face as he glanced around. They were both somewhat adventurous when it came to their sexual escapades outside the safety and comfort of their home, having a sexual appetite for one another that neither of them could control nor understand sometimes. They did have a list of places that they had participated escapades in….but this was….crazy.

“Relax, Luke.” Emalee soothed, noticing his hesitation. “I know the owners.”

“What?! You...you do?” Luke asked. Almost seven months being married and this was news to him.

“Yes, remember my cousin and her husband? Valri and Pare? This is their place: Cherry’s Landing Pad Lounge.”

That was a great name for a strip club on Coruscant.

“Your cousins own a strip club?” he remembered meeting them when he was on Penna after they were in hiding. But he never would’ve expected that. She was Royal no less but to have a family member own a strip club….well…many Royals in the Galaxy had brothels right?

“Yes,” Emalee replied, taking two leisurely steps towards him, resulting in both his excitement and anxiety spiking.

“But...but wh-what about c-cameras?” Luke certainly didn’t relish the idea of some sweaty security guard getting an inappropriate load of his wife and newly appointed Minster of State in his sister’s administration doing what ever she was going to do. He really didn’t want tomorrow’s headline to be: Newly elected Minister of State scantly dressed for her Jedi Master fiancée at local strip club. And he really didn’t think his sister would like that either.

“Taken care of; I disconnected it myself.” Emalee said, nodding to the door. “We have complete and utter privacy.”

Glancing over his shoulder, Luke felt a tad bit reassured when he saw a standard surveillance cam installed just above the doorframe with its video input cord hanging uselessly beneath the casing.

“Now,” Emalee purred once she had his attention again, “are you ready for me, Pudding?”

Not even heaven itself could help Luke find his voice, so all he did was nod. Especially when she used that nickname on him. His body already felt like it was on fire, but because she was blocking his feeling in the Force, he was just like a ‘normal’ man feeling everything and he knew he’d probably die.

“Good; put these on.” She then instructed, tossing him a pair of real handcuffs. “Hook ‘em through the slats in the back of your chair.”

That was another reason, she was blocking the Force from him, so that he wouldn’t be able to remove the handcuffs. They never really used these before, in the bedroom, she’d hold him in the Force or vice versa, but basically for them these were worthless. But because he couldn’t touch the Force, they would be useful now.

With shaking hands, Luke did as he was told. First securing his right wrist, and then with a little clumsy maneuvering, he locked his other wrist and was successfully bound to his spot.

Luke could feel her excitement in their bond, but nothing else. This was all her and he was helpless to her. He could smell her fragrance of her honey and lavender shampoo and her body custard and lotion of lilacs, and Luke already felt like he was on the brink of lunacy.

While he put on the handcuffs, Emalee had moved her boom box against the curtain, directly behind the pole. Without warning, she waved her hand to pressed play and Luke’s fingers eagerly curled into his palms as a song he remembered being played at Tosche Station when he was a young man on Tatooine belted through the stillness.

Love is like a bomb Bomb Bomb Love is like a bomb I'm hot

He loved when Emalee danced. She wasn’t a professional, like Mara, having only danced for a time as a child and in her teens. But he loved when she danced for him, remembering the first time, when she had. She said he needed a ‘bachelor party’ shortly after their ‘impromptu’ wedding on New Eden, while they were in hiding to protect Emalee from death threats. While he was on a call to Yavin, she made a little party in their suite; she made a sign and party hats, made it very festive. Then she said she she’d do a strip tease for him. First she had tried but almost fell on the floor cause she couldn’t remove her sneaker because the song was off, and she was a bit nervous and laughing. So she excused herself to the refresher and a few minutes later, came out only in one of his shirt, and heals, more confidant and proceeded to do a strip tease that raced through his mind.

He then remembered her many times in their ‘marriage’ where she’d danced for him and then also when she used the striper pole she purchased that was in their bedroom in the apartment. He loved the many times she’d just surprise him and just dance for him or with him, or when he’d find her dancing by herself.

This was going to be…. Luke swallowed. Good Gods!

The opening build of the song gave Emalee the opportunity to strut in front of Luke and lean back against the pole, closing her eyes in rapture as she hugged herself and sensually stroked her glove-covered hands up and down her arms.

Good Gods!

Hey!

Pounding drums and sassy guitar riffs were punctuated by Emalee swinging her hips to the sharp beats and sliding her palms up her thighs. Wicked heat crept beneath Luke’s clothes as a result.

Love is like a bomb baby c'mon get it on Livin' like a lover with a radar phone Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp Demolition woman, can I be your man? (Your man)

Slowly, but staying in sync with the music, Luke’s teeth sank into his lower lip as Emalee locked eyes with him and pulled off her gloves one by one. Winking, she chucked them in his direction where they landed messily across his lap.

Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a flash a little light Television lover, baby, go all night Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet Little miss ah innocent sugar me, yeah, yeah So c'mon, take a bottle, shake it up Break the bubble, break it up

With her hands free, Emalee gripped the pole and walked in a sultry circle before looping her arm around it and doing a sort of deep dip, stretching one of her toned, bare legs out from beneath the mini-slit in her dress.

Then, with almost alarming swiftness, she stood up straight and grinned darkly at him as her hands slipped behind her, appearing to pull down her zipper. And as soon as the chorus started, the material fell away...

Pour some sugar on me Ooh in the name of love Pour some sugar on me C'mon fire me up Pour your sugar on me Ooh I can't get enough I'm hot, sticky sweet From my head to my feet, yeah

“Holy Sith.” Luke breathed once her dress hit the floor, revealing a short, ivory, skin-tight bustier, a lacy garter belt, and a sexy as sin thong with a white rose pattern over the sheer crotch. Gods he loved those things on her.

She followed up by kicking the mock-wedding gown aside and pivoting on her heel to the right side of the pole, where she stepped in close, grabbed it by both hands, and arched her spine before rolling up like a serpent. After two repetitions, from there, she immediately pulled away just enough to leap at the pole and gently swing all the way around.

Upon completion, she planted herself against the front side of the pole, hands above her head, and gradually slid down into a squat, making sure to spread her knees wide to give her excited husband/fiancé an eyeful.

Listen, red light, yellow light, green-a-light go Crazy little woman in a one man show Mirror queen, mannequin, rhythm of love Sweet dream, saccharine, loosen up (loosen up) loosen up

Lifting herself up, Emalee braced her hands on her knees and ground her shapely ass against the pole, turning to the side so Luke could get the full effect. Luke, for his part, unconsciously rattled the handcuffs and felt his breathing increase in both speed and volume...

...especially when she unhooked her bustier and threw it over her shoulder.

She’s going to kill me….I always knew she’d finally be the one.

Emalee smirked. Even though she had blocked the Force from him, she could still hear him in their bond and feel his excitement, which was thrilling her on. She loved when she turned him on.

You gotta squeeze a little, tease a little please a little more Easy operator come a knockin' on my door Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet Little miss innocent sugar me, yeah, yeah Give a little more, take a bottle, shake it up Break the bubble, break it up

Luke’s palms practically sweat with the envy as Emalee fondled her own beautiful breasts, but he could feel her flesh in their bond, and it was driving him insane. “Emalee, open the Force, please!”

“Nope…Pudding, be good!!” she said as she slunk around behind the pole and pressed it against her cleavage, he couldn’t help the moan that escaped his lips as he actually tried and obviously failed to get up out of the chair.

“Emalee….” He moaned pitifully. He could feel her arousal in their bond, but he couldn’t touch her in the Force and it was driving him mad. “Please….” He begged.

Giggling at his reaction, Emalee made a show of licking a teasing stripe up the pole.

“ooh gods….” He moaned.

Pour some sugar on me Ooh in the name of love Pour some sugar on me C'mon and fire me up Pour your sugar on me Oh, I can't get enough I'm hot, sticky sweet From my head to my feet yeah

Twisting to the left, Luke watched with a rapidly watering mouth as Emalee wrapped one leg around the pole and stretched backwards, running her naughty hands all over herself and jerking her hips to arguably the dirtiest part of the lyrics.

You got the peaches, I got the cream Sweet to taste, saccharine Cause I'm hot, (say what), sticky sweet From my head, (my head) to my feet Do you take sugar? One lump or two?

As if in a lustful trance Luke watched her continue her performance. He remembered when she did her first performance with the ‘stripper pole’ she’d purchased from an ‘adult’ holosite, when they had returned to Coruscant after being in hiding for over a month. Luke felt the same way as he watched her then, but then he could at least touch her in the Force….and well himself. She was talented at this and somewhere beneath his clawing desire to break free and take her up against the nearest wall, he was honored that she’d decided to again share this particular skill with him even if it were in a strip club.

Every move was a work of art: Jumps, high kicks, spins, lifts; and all with such a raw sexuality that had him painfully aroused! He squirmed in his seat, fighting in vain with his restrains. His temperature felt so unbearably high, he wouldn’t have been surprised if he looked down and saw literal flames eating away at his clothing. Though in all fairness, excluding the burns, the destruction of his clothes could be considered fortuitous, considering how all he wanted to do was get to Emalee.

Hold her...

Taste her...

Fuck her....

Make that room look like a thermal detonator went off…

Take a bottle (take a bottle) Shake it up (shake it up) Break the bubble (break it up) Break it up (break it up) Pour some sugar on me Ooh in the name of love Pour some sugar on me C'mon fire me up Pour your sugar on me Ooh I can't get enough Pour some sugar on me Ooh in the name of love Pour some sugar on me Get it, come get it Pour your sugar on me, oh Pour some sugar on me yeah, sugar me

By the near end of the last refrain, Luke was still drooling over the image of her lowering into a crab-walk position so she could shamelessly rub herself on the pole, but not even that prepared him for her big finish. She strode in front of the pole again, flashed him a coy grin before gracefully hoisting herself upwards and using her core muscles to push her lower body higher...

...so she could do the splits mid-air and crane her neck back to meet his heated gaze dead on.

When she’d done her pole dance at the apartment…she was amazing….but this was….

Good gods, I am dying.

When the song hit its pounding conclusion, Emalee did a sweeping maneuver to get down to the floor again. Luke was entirely less dignified in that he’d managed to scoot himself almost to the edge of the chair, as far as the handcuffs would allow him to reach, so now he was comically, if not a bit uncomfortably, draped over his seat.

“Did you likie Pudding?” Emalee asked, smiling rather smugly at his posture and she cocked her hip and absently brushed her fingers across her clavicle.

“Emalee….gods you’re amazing!” Luke marveled in a breathy voice. “Gods, please open the Force…! I want you so bad!”

“No, Pudding…” she purred. “I’m not done with you.”

Gods when she called him Pudding, he knew he was in deep trouble.

At that moment, a new tune began: Whole Lotta Love that he also remembered hearing when he was a young man on Tatooine…as well as in the Rebellion.

You need cooling Baby I'm not fooling I'm gonna send ya Back to schooling

“Come on, love!” He begged, loudly rattling the handcuffs. “Unlock me! I need you! Please, I need you now!”

Emalee stared at him for a minute and tapped her chin, pretending to think about it.

A-way down inside A-honey you need it I'm gonna give you my love I'm gonna give you my love

“Oh, but I can’t do that, Master Skywalker.” She ultimately decided, and Luke’s stomach plummeted.

“Wh-...wh-why not?” he almost squeaked.

She wasn’t seriously going to tease him to the brink of insanity and leave it at that, was she?

His fears were half assuaged...and half intensified by her response:

“Because like I said I’m not quite done with you yet.”

Wanna whole lotta love Wanna whole lotta love Wanna whole lotta love Wanna whole lotta love

A fever broke out over Luke’s flesh as Emalee got on all fours and sexily crawled up to him and knelt between his parted legs, keeping her predatory eyes fixed on his own. He gasped and flinched when she dragged her nails along his thighs, leaning in close and making him gape at her naked breasts. What he wouldn’t do to suckle them if they weren’t so damn far away! What he wouldn’t do to feel them with his Force touch…

“Emalee…”

You've been learning Um baby I been learning All them good times baby, baby I've been year-yearning

Walking her fingers back up his legs, and then up his torso she smiled at him. His shirt was open at the collar, and with the lightest of feathery touches, she leaned in and flicked her tongue slowly over the smooth skin of his pulse point. She pulled back, keeping her eyes on him, she began to undo the buttons.

Luke moaned, “Emalee…please….” His universe was tittering on shear explosion. The want, the desire, he had for this woman, his wife, was driving him insane. The way he was going, he was either leaving this room in a straight jacket or a body bag.

Emalee giggled and as she undid his buttons one by one and in their place she let her tongue work it’s magic on his body that was appearing before her.

Emalee look up at him, she could feel his love, lust, desire in their bond, but she knew if she opened the Force to him, he touch her…someplace that was craving him, and she’d never finish her surprise. “Nope.” She purred.

His eyes closed, breathing erratic when he felt her licking and teasing his nipples, sucking on them, leaving little nips in just the right places till he thought he might explode right then and there, until she’d bit just enough to reduce the intensity. This woman was going to be his out right downfall. What she was doing to him, he was putty in her hands. This woman, if she asked him to walk away from the light, and follow her into the dark, he would in an instant, there was no way Luke could deny her, or defy her. She was truly his Master.

“Oh Gods,” he groaned, sucking in air harder at the sounds of pleasure she was making while exploring his chest with her tongue. “em…I am begging you, just open the Force up a little…not even the whole way, please.”

Her hands undid his lightsaber and laid it on the side of the chair, then began tugging at his belt, working the clasp open. He felt boneless and at her mercy and he chewed his lip again as Emalee deftly popped the button of his pants and tugged down the zipper. With wild desire and hunger she looked at him, “You are so beautiful….” She purred against his skin.

Luke uttered a quiet whine at the absence of pressure on his hardened length, but when his beautiful wife worked his pants and boxers down just enough to expose him to the open air, he froze like a deer, pulse racing.

"Emalee," he moaned--a prayer, a benediction, a mantra.

A-way, way down inside A-honey you need-ah I'm gonna give you my love, ah I'm gonna give you my love, ah oh

As soon as she grasped him, Luke’s hips jumped and his head fell back in a throaty moan as she firmly and rhythmically pumped him. Expertly, she squeezed tighter at the base and loosened at the head, making him pant and writhe.

“I know what you want, Pudding…I know what you need.” She purred.

Luke knew he was going to die.

Whole lotta love Wanna whole lotta love Wanna whole lotta love Wanna whole lotta love

To his fascination, as she continued to stroke him, Emalee drew nearer so she could affectionately nuzzle her face against his erection like a young child would a wildflower.

“You are so beautiful.” She murmured, and Luke shook with the weight of his love for this woman.

He’d never considered himself a looker. In reality, for the longest time, and even still today, he didn’t understand why women…thought he was gorgeous. What, with his small build, pain features, and seemingly endless collection of scars.

But Emalee had been the only woman (besides Leia and maybe Mara) who adamantly insisted that he was definitely beautiful. And, obviously in Emalee’s case, her insatiable sexual appetite for him and him alone, as well as her devotion and support, certainly did wonders to his self-esteem.

And in less than seventy two-hours, he was going to marry her in the Jedi Order, and then a few weeks later officially on her planet of Penna, in a Royal wedding. His best friend, his voice of amusement, reason, and optimism.

His Emalee!

You've been cooling And baby I've been drooling All the good times, baby I've been misusing

The Universe must’ve concurred, for Emalee then hungrily licked her lips before taking him into her sweet mouth with a hungry satisfied moan.

Right away, Luke cried out in ecstasy, bucking beneath her as she happily sucked him like a lolly.

*You taste so good, so good.* she purred in his mind.

A-way, way down inside I'm gonna give ya my love I'm gonna give ya every inch of my love I'm gonna give ya my love

Luke began to make unintelligible noises of pleasure. Besides being buried to the hilt inside her heavenly body, nothing else compared to the sensation of Emalee worshiping him with her mouth. When they’d become intimate, Luke never wanted her to pleasure him like that, for he’d never experienced it with anyone. He only wanted it with the one woman he’d love forever, which was her, but he didn’t want her doing it unless she wanted it. Well… It was an act that she enjoyed immensely, if how often she did it was any indication. He didn’t blame her; after all, his favorite method of foreplay was going down on her and it was only her, having not experienced that with anyone but her either. But no joke, he could do that to her all night and had many times!

Which he really wanted to do now!

“Em….a….lee….please…”

Emalee didn’t say anything, well she couldn’t. But in his mind he could feel her words as warm caramel. *Relax baby….enjoy*

Hey! Alright! Let's go!

Whole lotta love Wanna whole lotta love Wanna whole lotta love Wanna whole lotta love

What was making everything to the brink of death, Emalee was touching him in the Force. So beside what she was doing to him with her mouth, it felt like she was also kissing his chest as well as kissing his neck and suckling on his ear lobes, which drove him mad. She was wrapping him inside herself, where even though he couldn’t feel the Force, he could feel the Force in her. She was caressing his mind, his heart and soul, and he could feel her touch on his bones, his muscles, his blood, his cells. He could feel her touch on and in his body. Feeling this enrapture, was going to kill him and even more, when she then relaxed her throat and drawing him in as deep as she could without gagging. She swallowed around him and hummed appreciatively and hungrily, making him helplessly tremble and whimper.

Way down inside Woman, you need, yeah Love

Her evil tongue laved and teased the extra sensitive skin on the underside of his swollen tip. Lightly, her teeth scraped and he squirmed and wailed as she cupped and played with his balls. Tighter and tighter, she wound him up like a jack-in-the-box.

My, my, my, my My, my, my, my Lord Shake for me girl

The fever in his veins was threatening to consume him, so much so he could hardly see straight. He was completely at her mercy and he could feel her arousal in their bond, and how it was driving her insane feeling his arousal.

If she asked him to shake the stars out of the sky and make her a necklace out of them, by God, he’d find a way to do it! She was his Queen, his goddess, his wife, and the future mother of his children. She was his comedian (she’d laugh at her own jokes so hard she couldn’t breathe. She’d said the other day she had stepped on a corn flake, and that made her a cereal killer, she laughed so hard, causing her to snort, Luke couldn’t help but laugh with her.) She was his porn star, she was his stripper, and she was his everything. And she was getting him so close, he was going to explode any second!

I wanna be your backdoor man Hey, oh, hey, oh Hey, oh, hey, oh Ooh Oh, oh, oh, oh

“Kriff! Oh Kriff!! M-Emalee! Emalee, I’m gonna-!”

She released him from her mouth with a barely audible *pop*, only to swiftly stroke him in earnest until he couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Come for me baby.” She purred in that sweet accented voice.

And with a bellowing shout, Luke thrashed and stiffened as he burst with pleasure and was very surprised he didn’t fall backwards with the chair, but that’s why it was bolted to the ground. He watched as Emalee had deliberately aimed him so that he shot all over her mouth, chin and breasts. Even thought she’d done this a few times in their marriage, he’d never seen anything so unbelievably erotic.

She licked her lips where some had landed and then when she took her fingers down her breast and then brought them to her mouth to taste, Luke was on the verge again, but because he couldn’t feel the Force….well he was like a normal human male. One and done pretty much….unlike when he could feel the Force….well they might never leave that room for days.

“Yummy…” she purred.

Cool, my, my baby Ah-keep it cooling baby Ah-keep it cooling baby Ah-keep it cooling baby Ah-keep it cooling baby Ah-keep it cooling baby

Spent, and limp as jelly, Luke sagged in his chair and panted like a dog in the peak of summer. “Emmm…” he moaned. In his dazed afterglow, he was only partly aware of Emalee carefully tucking him back into his pants, “please…”

Emalee wanted to release the Force block and have him right there. But she knew what would happen as soon as she did. He’d gain his strength, rip the handcuffs off, probably break the chair, and pounce on her, thus having to explain to her cousins why the room looked like a thermal detonator went off and it was being occupied for days…weeks even because of their erotic coupling. She wanted to have him so bad, but this was all either of them could handle right now.

So she rose to her feet to go switch off the boom box and stow it in the bag. In its place, she fished out a wet nap to clean up what was left of his love on her face and chest, and a folded navy raincoat. She straightened the coat and wrapped herself in it, stuffed the napkin into her pocket, and hurried to gather her discarded articles of clothing, placing those also into the bag.

“Emalee….?” Luke begged.

She looked at him, he was a mess. Sweat had gathered on his brow, his shirt was a mess from him pulling on the handcuffs, he looked dazed like he was drunk and high. Gods he was so gorgeous.

When her bag was finally packed, she strolled around behind Luke and bent down to place a kiss on his cheek. She knew if she kissed him on the lips, she’d be done for.

“I’m glad you enjoyed your surprise, Pudding. Wish I could stay for more, but...times up….and I have to leave off planet tomorrow…..I’m getting married again..” She purred. “And I need to go home and get my beauty sleep.”

Luke made a pitiful groan of complaint in reply and drunkenly lurched towards her.

“Sorry, Pudding.” Emalee crooned, petting his hair. “This was just a...preview of coming attractions. You’ll have to wait. Remember until we get to Yavin.”

Yeah…they had said they were going to wait until Yavin….that hadn’t happened yet. So how was he going to be alone with her on the Jedi Explorer to travel to Yavin and not…..do anything.

“You are going to be the death of me aren’t you?”

Emalee laughed, as she patted his cheek, “Patience, Skywalker!”

Luke groaned, “You know I’m not good at patience, Skywalker!” and I will have my way we aren’t leaving the bedroom until we leave two weeks later for Penna!

Emalee laughed hearing his thoughts. “Just think of the ceremony and what will happen afterwards, I’ll be the one in white...,” she whispered into his ear before giving the lobe a slight nip, “...with nothing underneath.”

His heart stuttered at her prophetic words, as something tiny and hard was nudged between his fingers.

“Here’s the key to get out of the cuffs.” Emalee explained. “Later, Master Skywalker.”

With that, Luke watched as Emalee casually strolled away, sashaying her hips for good measure, and vanished through the curtain. He heard the faint sound of a hidden door opening and thudding closed, leaving him all alone.

Considering he still couldn’t feel the Force it was fairly easy for him to unlock his handcuffs without looking. Rubbing his sore wrists, he stood to stretch his legs and….readjust his pants and button his shirt when immediately felt the Force rush back at him, causing him to loose his breathe and almost fall backwards on the chair.

He then heard her giggling in his mind.

*You are going to get it* he said to her in their bond.

Emalee just laughed seductively. *Waiting is a virtue* she paused. *I will see you tomorrow…have fun with the boys.*

Luke shook his head trying to clear all the fog from his brain. How was he going to have fun with the guys when his wife did a whammy on him? After roughly five minutes, there was a timid knock at the door.

“Luke? Kid?” It was Han. “Are you alive?”

“Yeah.” Luke called, placing the handcuffs into his back pocket, picking up his lightsaber and placing it on his belt, then approached the door as the lock turned and the door opened to reveal his best friend.

Glancing into the empty hall, Luke quirked an eyebrow him, “Where is everybody?”

“Leia and Diaria came to take Emalee home; she figured, erm...afterwards, you’d probably just prefer to hang with the guys for the rest of the night. We are going to the Sabacc lounge everyone is already there.” Han explained, leading the way to the lobby in an attempt to hide his knowing snicker.

Luke looked at him, “Leia knew about this?”

Han snorted, “She’s actually the one who gave Em the idea.”

Luke shook his head, his sister was a pervert.

Han laughed, “So how ya feeling, Kid?”

Luke only shrugged with a small laugh and answered truthfully: “That Princess is crazy.”

Han laughed. “Well at least it will making waiting til your wedding night on Yavin more enjoyable.”

Well needless to say, they didn’t wait.

They had plenty of hours to kill on the trip to Yavin and Luke wanted to show her how appreciative he was for her surprise bachelor party by doing his own strip tease for her….and only her.

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