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promenadewithme · 3 years

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May I please have prompt 62 with Simon Basset x female!reader?

Of course! Thank you for requesting!

Pairing: Simon Basset x Fem!Reader

Prompt: 62 (”She doesn’t belong with him” “Than who does she belong with?” “...with me.”)

Warnings: very slight angst with a happy ending. I'm sorry, but I just had to include him saying "I burn for you".

Word count: 1.7 k

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Oblivious

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Dearest Readers,

it has come to this author’s attention that Lady (y/n) (y/l/n) and Lord Benedict Bridgerton were seen promenading earlier this week. We all know Miss (y/l/n) to be a close friend to the Bridgertons, but will she officially become part of the family? Rest assured, if there is an engagement this author will find out.

Your’s Truly,

Lady Whistledown.

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YOUR P.O.V.

“This is absurd!” you exclaimed. “We were seen walking and now we’re to be married?”

“Calm down, (y/n). You know Whistledown is just a gossip, no one will remember this in a week.” said Benedict, putting down his sketchbook to look at you.

As soon as you woke, your lady’s maid showed the infamous society papers and you all but ran to the Bridgerton estate. Benedict was, as always, in the drawing room sketching away. He had already read the paper, but thought nothing of it. He was calm, so calm it irritated you.

“Ben, you don’t understand! If people think I’m engaged to you, they will stop courting me and, unless you plan on marrying me, that is a disaster! I have to marry this season!” at this point Benedict stood up and caressed your arm in an attempt of calming you down. To anyone else, this scene would be scandalous and incredibly improper, but you and Ben have known eachother since infancy and were the best of friends, so there was nothing romantic about the gesture.

“(y/n), my dear, what is this rush? We are still young, you can see so many more seasons before being considered a spinster. You are beautiful, smart, accomplished and any man in the ton would be more that lucky to have you as his wife. If they don’t see it, it’s their loss. As for the rumors chasing them away, I believe it will do quite the opposite.” he said with a smirk.

“Whatever do you mean? If they believe I am to be married, how would it attract them?” you asked, incredulous.

“Well, not to brag, but I am a Bridgerton. If they think you caught my eye, they’d be curious to know what’s so special about you. So, don’t fret. All will be well.” With one last reassuring squeeze, he turned around and sat back down. “Now, are you going to Lady Danbury’s ball this evening?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at his sketch, not quite contempt with the shading.

“Of course I am, it’s the biggest ball of the season!” you exclaimed, sitting down on the sofa in front of him.

“Thank the heavens! If my mother tries to push eligible ladies my way, I’ll run in your direction.” he said, still sketching. Benedict stopped for a second and looked up at you “I heard a certain Duke will be there.” he stated with a smirk. You rolled your eyes and said “We all know he is bewitched by Daphne, it does not matter if he will be there.”

“Of course it matters, you are in love with the man! And, to be completely honest, I don’t believe it is my sister who his heart belongs to. I’ve seen the way he looks at you, it’s the same way Colin looks at maps or Eloise looks at books.” He was leaning forward now, elbows on his knees, hands loosely clasped.

“Like I’m an object?” you said, kidding of course and dying to change the subject. You had the tendency to get your hopes up and the last thing you wanted was to believe your friend and end up with a broken heart.

“Like you hung the moon and the stars.” he had a serious expression and your heart skipped a beat with the thought that Simon would ever look at you that way, but you knew it would never happen. So you waved your hand, smiled and said “I think all the charcoal and paint is going straight to your brain, Mr. Bridgerton. I expect to see your hands all clean if you are to dance with me to trick your poor mama.” Standing up, you curtsied mockingly and said your goodbyes before walking out the door.

SIMON'S P.O.V.

Simon woke with news from Lady Whistledown. He was never one to believe in gossip, but Daphne was always talking about the society papers during their fake courting, so his curiosity got the best of him. What he did not expect was to read (y/n)'s name.

He had sworn to himself that he would never marry, but arriving at the beginning of the season he couldn't help but be smitten by you. He tried to fight it, but every time you smiled he saw himself smiling along, every time you wore his favourite colour he forgot how to breathe, and every time he saw you with Benedict Bridgerton he couldn't control his jealousy.

He confided in Daphne about it and she guaranteed (y/n) and the second Bridgerton son were just close friends, but Lady Whistledown seems to think differently. To be married? Was this true? If so, he knew it was for the best. He would be able to keep his promise to himself, but he could not help the ache in his heart as he dressed for the day.

(Y/N)'S P.O.V.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, pleased with the outcome. Your lady's maid had weaved delicate flowers in your hair, that was pulled up loosely and you wore your newest dress, long white gloves and the family diamonds. Madame Delacroix really outdid herself this time. It was your favourite colour, with princess sleeves, only slightly puffed, and had embroidered tulle at the hem and bottom part of the skirt. You looked truly beautiful.

"(y/n), it's time to-" your mother paused at the door and looked at you. She smiled softly at your reflection. "You look so beautiful, my dear... Do you think a certain Lord might like it too?" she said smiling softly.

"It is not the Lord's attention I want, mama. You know Ben is just a friend" you said, playing with the skirt of your dress.

"I know, sweetheart, I just don't want you do get hurt. All I want is for you to be happy and what better than to marry your best friend?" she hugged you from behind and kissed your cheek, still looking at your reflection.

"To marry the one you love..."

SIMON'S P.O.V.

"You really have outdone yourself, Lady Danbury." Simon said, looking down at the woman who practically raised him. She was wearing a white gown, a tiara and long white gloves, radiant as always, leaning on her cane.

"I always do, my boy. Now, look at that! Your beloved has arrived." she declared with a small smirk.

"I have already spoken to Daphne" he said, nodding in the Bridgerton family direction, however his heart was beating out of his chest as he turned to look at (y/n). It seemed impossible, but she was even more beautiful than the last time he saw her. Simon looked away before he was caught staring.

"We both know I'm not speaking of the Bridgerton girl. You are not as discreet in your brooding as you like to think." he looked at you again, but you were already speaking to Benedict, who was leading you to the dance floor. "What is bothering you, boy?"

Simon stared at the pair dancing for a moment before responding. "She does not belong with him."

"Than who does she belong with?" (y/n) was laughing at something Benedict said and Simon could not bare the view anymore.

"...With me." he mumbled before heading to the gardens.

(Y/N)'S P.O.V.

The song finished and you curtsied, smiling at your best friend. The smile slowly turned into a frown as you saw Simon walking out, into the gardens.

"Go after him." Benedict whispered.

"What? We would be unchaperoned, it would be scandalous!" you answered, only loud enough for him to hear.

"I'll stand at the door and make sure no one sees. Go!" you smiled and wished you could hug you best friend. "Thank you, Ben." you said as you went into the garden after the man you love. The weather was pleasant and the garden was completely empty, with only the Duke passing back and forth close to the bushes.

"Simon?" he stopped in his tracks, looking surprised as he gazed back at you and stepped closer.

"What are you doing here, if we were to be caught unchaperoned yo-" you stopped the nervous man by saying "Benedict is at the door, no one will see."

"Of course he is." he mumbled, but you heard.

"What does that mean?" you asked, not understanding his sudden dislike for the lord.

"It means he is always around, always with you." he spat out.

"Well, he is my best friend." you could not believe what he was saying. "What do you have against him?" you questioned.

"Are you truly to be married?" he demanded, ignoring your question.

"What?" you replied, completely incredulous.

"Please don't." he murmured.

"Simon, I-" you tried to answer but he cut you off.

"Before you say anything, please listen to me. Don't marry him, please." he paused for a second, adjusting his posture. "I love you. You..." he shook his head. "You don't even know what you do to me. Ever since I can remember, I have promised myself I would never fall victim to love, would never marry, would not let my family name carry on. Then came you."

Simon took a step closer and continued to speak. "You changed my plans, awoke desires I never knew I had, you have stolen my heart and my soul... I burn for you." he took your gloved hands in his, caressing them softly. "Don't marry him, marry me." he gazed into your eyes, waiting your answer.

"Simon... It was never my plan to marry Benedict, I was completely honest when I said he is nothing but a friend." you smiled up at him before saying "you are the one I love, always have been."

Simon grinned before pulling you into a passionate kiss, one hand on your back and the other behind your neck. It was a good thing Benedict was at the door, if anyone saw this scene and the rumours reached Lady Whistledown... You didn't even want to think about the ruin it would bring upon your family.

When you and Simon finally parted you managed to mumble "We truly have been oblivious, haven't we? I thought you were in love with Daphne." he chuckled.

"And I thought you to be with Benedict. Good thing you followed me out here, my love." he said, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

"From now on, it's all I'll ever do."

#simon basset #simon basset x reader #bridgerton #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton imagine #simon basset fanfiction #simon basset x (y/n)#simon basset x y/n

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sugarybitterness · 3 years

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sleepover - yelena belova x reader

request; i love your writing so i came with a request: can you do 28 fluff from prompt list 1 for yelena? from @greeneyesatme

word count; 2,086

warnings; MAJOR BLACK WIDOW SPOILERS

a/n; ehhh ngl i’m not sure what i feel about this, it ended very differently from what i had in mind at first but i hope y’all enjoy it nonetheless!! feedback is always appreciated <3

the first time you had a sleepover was with your best friend, yelena. you were both 5 and your memory of that night was hazy due to your young age, but you remembered a lot about your best friend.

how the two of you would always sing american pie together and even came up with a dance for it. the two of you performed it for both your sets of parents to try and convince them to let the sleepover actually happen. you can still remember that yelena’s parents were really strict, you always went to her house and it was very rarely the other way round. so the sleepover happened at her place, which was fine to your parents since they lived a couple houses down.

you couldn’t remember what you had for dinner, but you knew you played some sort of board games with yelena and her older sister natasha. natasha was cool and you really really liked her blue hair when she dyed it the next year. plus, she always played with you and yelena, teaching the two of you various tricks.

but one day they simply vanished. the house they lived in had police tape surrounding it and you wondered what happened, if they were okay. you suspected that they went on that big adventure yelena always rambled about. you were always excited when she talked about it and she had promised she’d tell you all about the big adventure when she came home.

but she never did.

now you were much older, but often times you catch yourself singing the familiar lyrics of american pie and you would reminisce about your childhood, your best friend. you tried searching for her- apparently there were way too many yelenas online. but none of them were your yelena, even though you weren’t exactly sure what she even looked like now but you could tell. your friends had asked you how, how could you tell when you hadn’t seen this girl since you were 6? you never really could give them an answer.

you ended up as a english teacher, still living in ohio but you moved to an apartment closer to the preschool you taught at. it seemed like today was going to be a normal day, you had to break up a few fights between the toddlers but nothing some colouring books and crayons couldn’t fix. once all the kids were picked up and you could finally leave, you drove down to your parents’ place for your weekly dinner with your siblings.

it was halfway through dinner when the doorbell rang, interrupting the multiple conversations at the table. being the youngest meant all your siblings turned to you and you rolled your eyes as you stood up to go answer the door.

“hello- yelena?” you gasped, eyes widening as you took in the blonde in front of you. it had been 21 years, her features were matured now but you could recognise those eyes anywhere. it seemed as though yelena knew exactly who you were too, a quick mumble of your name escaping her lips before her arms were wrapped around in a tight embrace. before you could return the hug, you heard footsteps coming from behind and strong arms pulling you back forcefully. a large figure blocks your view and you blink a few times before you hear your dad asking yelena to leave.

“dad what are you doing?” you asked, shoving him aside to step in between him and yelena, frowning when you saw yelena’s pursed lips, her stance defensive.

“she’s a criminal.” he hissed out angrily, glaring at the blonde.

“she was a kid!” you retort, having had this conversation with your dad one too many times. when he had found out you were searching for yelena he was furious, sitting you down and lecturing you about the dangers of going after a criminal. you had argued that yelena was just a child much like yourself, she probably wasn’t even aware of what was going on. your dad countered by saying what if she ended up being trained to become an actual spy which you laughed at and said “well at least that explains why she’s so goddamn hard to track down.”

so yeah, safe to say your dad was not the biggest fan of yelena.

“it’s okay, i can go.” yelena voice interrupted your starting contest and you were quick to whirl around, hand wrapping around her upper arm.

“you’re not going anywhere.” the words i can’t lose you again hung in the air, unspoken but you just know that she knew.

“why are you even here?” your dad sneered and you rolled your eyes again at his hostility.

“i was looking for y/n, that’s all.” yelena replied calmly, her eyes starting straight back at your father. men never intimidated her, not anymore.

“well, you found them, you saw them-“

“do you want to go back to my place?” you interrupt your dad, ignoring his protests about how you were crazy, letting a criminal know your address and how everyone else was waiting. but you didn’t care. a hesitant nod from the blonde was all it took for you to point out your car to her before you went in to grab your stuff, your dad still hot on your tail. mumbling a quick apology to your mother and your siblings, you gave one last glare to your father before leaving.

okay maybe you were getting a little too ahead of yourself. your dad did have a good point, yelena was apart of some dangerous situation and she jolly well could have been recruited into the same organisation that sent her out to ohio. but one look at how small the blonde looked standing next to your car, how lost she seemed made all those thoughts stop. she didn’t seem like a criminal, no, she seemed like someone who lost everything all at once. if only you realised how true your thoughts were.

the ride to your apartment was silent, your eyes kept darting from the familiar roads in front of you to the now unfamiliar blonde beside you. stopping at a red light, you pull out your phone to connect it to the aux cord, picking out the song and putting it on loop. yelena’s gaze is quick to meet yours and you both stare at each other as the lyrics start up, small smiles dancing on your lips. a loud honk from the car behind you breaks the moment though and you’re quick to set the car back into drive. when the chorus rolls along, you’re pleasantly surprised when yelena’s soft voice fills the car. when you catch her sparkling eyes in the split second you turn your gaze to her, you’re quick to join in the singing.

by the end of the second time the song has played, you’re already pulling into your apartment’s car park. turning off the engine, you grab your stuff and yelena quietly follows you. her thoughts were all over the place, because while yes she had begged melina to give her the exact address of their old house to find you, she hadn’t expected it to actually work. she hadn’t expected you to remember her at all, much less defend her (ironic really considering how her life played out) or even bring her to your home. but here she was, stepping into your house.

“so.. your big adventure lasted quite a while huh?” you joked as you dropped your bag onto the couch, making a beeline for the kitchen. figuring that you should be having this conversation sober, you grabbed two sodas and headed back to the living room where yelena was standing nervously.

“i’m guessing you want to know all about it? i did promise i’d tell you..” yelena mumbled, accepting the soda with a strange look on her face. she hadn’t really tried many other drinks except for water or alcohol.

“only what you’re comfortable with.” you stated firmly, plopping down onto the couch and patting the empty space next to you. you took a long swig of your soda and turned to face yelena once she sat down. you knew better than to push the blonde for any answers, something tells you that the story she was about to tell wouldn’t be an easy tale to share.

yelena started from the beginning, how it seemed like an adventure at first but then there were gunshots. her mother (“technically my fake mother, but she was the only mother i ever knew.”) getting hurt, her sister (“also my fake sister, but.. what we had..? no what we have is real.”) having to pilot the plane while her father (“again fake father.. but he’s not too bad.”) was hanging onto the plane wing.

then, she and natasha were taken away. seperated by the red room, a dangerous organisation that exploited little girls, to become killers. natasha escaped, so the director became more ruthless and chemically subjugated the rest of the widows, including yelena.

“we took them down in the end. we killed him and he’s gone now. mama melina helped make more of the antidote and i’ve freed the rest of the widows.” yelena finished the story, both your sodas now finished.

“well that really does explain why i could never find you.” you sighed, leaning your head back on the couch.

“you were looking for me?” yelena asked, voice soft with disbelief. you hummed in agreement, forcing your eyes open to look at your childhood bestfriend.

“so, what now lena?” you questioned, frowning softly at the way yelena seemed to deflate a little.

“i.. i don’t know. i don’t really have any place to go.” yelena sighed, turning to face you. you continued to stare at her, weighing the options in your mind.

“do you remember our first sleepover?” you probed carefully.

yelena nodded, replying, “how could i ever forget?”

“we could always do that again.. all you need to do is ask.” you offered, a smile tugging at your lips when you saw yelena’s eyes light up when the hidden meaning behind your words sank in. again, were you a little crazy for letting a trained killer into your home? maybe. but the longer you stared at the blonde, the harder it was to believe she could ever hurt anyone.

“so.. can i stay here tonight?” yelena asked, a small smile of her own dancing on her lips.

“of course.” your lips stretching into a larger smile as you stood up, motioning for yelena to follow you. thankfully your bed had a pullout so you were quick to assemble it for the blonde. after loaning her some pyjamas, the two of you talked late into the night. this time it was you sharing your stories and as the conversation between the two of you flowed effortlessly, it was as if yelena never left.

the next day was a saturday, allowing you both to sleep in before making lunch together. when evening came, you casually mentioned that yelena could stay until she found her own place if she wanted to stay in ohio. the two of you fell into a routine soon after and yelena worked on trying to figure out what to do now that the widow programme was more or less dissolved.

a couple months pass and all of a sudden the sokovia accords have been overturned, allowing the avengers to reunite. natasha reaches out to yelena soon after to recruit her into the team, much to the blonde’s surprise. at this point the two of you had fallen into a relationship that danced between the lines of platonic and romance. you weren’t too keen on yelena leaving, but you knew that as much as she wanted to build a life in ohio, being an ex-assassin made it difficult to do so. joining the avengers in new york would be the perfect opportunity for her. so after much persuasion and the promise that you would do your best to make the move from ohio to new york, yelena accepted her sister’s invitation.

a month later, you turned up at the avengers compound with all of your own belongings packed. thanks to natasha’s help, you were able to find a preschool nearby to continue teaching while staying with yelena much to the joy of the blonde. as you and yelena settled in to your new home at the avengers compound, you knew there was nowhere else you’d rather be.

#yelena belova #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova x you #yelena belova fluff #marvel #black widow #black widow spoilers

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imonthinice · 3 years

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The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 1/?

Word Count: 1.3k

Author’s Note: Y/N - Your Name, A/N - Any name (your best friend’s name.)

This is just something I’ve been cooking up in my head during my maladaptive daydreaming. Not really having a plan for this one. ALSO: First post ever on Tumblr! I hope you enjoy it!

I forgot to include the Part 1 when I first posted this lmao F

Warnings: Curse Words, no beta bitch we die like Jason Todd

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20)

As a criminal psychology major, Jason Todd was an intelligent young man waiting to inherit a lot of Wayne Enterprises’ company. Not because Bruce was dying, but because that was Bruce’s promise to him, Graduate, he said, and you can work alongside me, boss and boss. The idea excited Jason entirely. To finally be seen as a colleague to his father was something he always needed from him, but he was too scared to say “Hey dad, am I more than just a sidekick now?” and he knew it.

She, too, was a criminal psychology major. An equally intelligent young woman fighting her way to the top of her class, Jason’s class. And of course, dating isn’t out of the question. Especially when she sees her peers, specifically the one with the white streak in his hair. There was something about him that made her insides twirl in many different ways, butterflies soaring throughout her as if he was destined to meet her. Luckily for her, he sat beside her. Before she could speak to him though, the Professor boomed at the class:

“Good morning class! I am your professor, Thomas Hangre, and welcome to Criminal Psych 101!”

And then began the quick and messy note-taking. She noticed the man beside her didn’t take notes. But, it’s his grade, not mine, she thought.

Little did she know.

When the professor finished, she went to pack up her notes, when the man tapped on her shoulder and outstretched his hand:

“Hey, I don’t think we got a chance to meet before Prof Hangre started spewing at us,” he laughed, “The name’s Jason, you?”

“Oh! My name’s Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, strange man from my criminal psych class, Jason.” she retorted and shook his hand.

“Well well, I can assure you if I was a criminal, Batman would have cracked down on me already, darling.” he stated, almost matter-of-fact-ly.

“You say that like you know Batman.”

“You don’t know if I don’t.”

She laughed at him, there was something about the way he delivered words and sentences that drew her in. This is the start of something good, she thought.

He nudged her slightly in a playful tap, “You want to get something to eat later? We can get to know each other better, and maybe rewrite those very, very sloppy notes of yours, Y/N?” he asked, he seemed shy about it.

“I would love to, Jason.”

They exchanged numbers and packed up her stuff. She figured he still had classes, but she didn’t. So she went back home to her roommate, A/N.

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“Girl, you do not know the hunk of a man I met today, when I say carved by the Greek Gods and deliver words like a Wayne, I mean it!” she giggled with A/N, they were her best friend.

“C’mon, tell me that guy asked you out, at least to a book club if he’s that hot.” she asked.

“He did! We’re meeting up later at the library to rewrite my notes and chat. Do you think this outfit is cute? I want to make him swoon.”

A/N laughed, “Oh yeah? Girl you’re killing it and you know it. C’mon, red mini skirt, get that man. And maybe see if he has a brother.”

She roared out laughing, “A brother? He is the brother, no man comes from a family where there’s multiple nice ones, you know the saying.”

“Well still, roomies stick out for each other.”

“I know, I know.” she laughed. “Oh and have you seen the latest Bat news, apparently he’s gotten injured.”

“Serves him right for being a bat!”

“Be nice! The man protects us and you know it.” Just then, she looked at the clock, she had 30 minutes to meet up with Jason, so she started panicking.

“I gotta go now, wish me luck.”

“Go, get him.”

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She pulled up to the library with her bag of hastily written notes and car keys on her lanyard. She was nervous. This was someone who was really cute, and so far, he seemed really sweet to her too. She gulped, getting out of her car. The thing was beaten up to hell and back, so she hoped Jason didn’t see her in it. But he did.

“Hey Y/N.” Jason whispered and she jumped. He laughed.

“Nice beat up car, Y/N. Really living out the broke college kid lifestyle, gotta respect it.” he joked.

“Oh yeah, this is, uh, just aesthetics. I’m secretly very, very rich. Millions of dollars. All my money too.” they both laughed and he lead her inside the library and they both sat down at a desk with two chairs and a computer. This was more luxury than she even had back with A/N.

Jason grinned and took one of her notebooks and started trying to transcribe what she wrote onto a word document. She laughed, because even though she knew her handwriting was barely legible, he seemed to be managing, and she admired his efforts.

“You know, Jason, I can always transcribe it myself,” she said.

“No, no, it’s okay. If I write it then I can print it for both of us, so you don’t have to pay the printing fee.”

“There’s a printing fee?”

“Yeah, one of my brothers used to go here, my dad says if we all go here he’ll pay the fees since it’s worth it for this college.” he said.

“You have brothers?” she asked, shocked he opened up this quickly.

“Oh yeah I do. 4 to be exact. 3 sisters too. What about you?”

“A twin sister. She’s quite lovely, goes to a different college like a nerd though.” she joked.

He let out a booming laugh, “I think we’re the nerds, Ms. Criminal Psych Major.”

“You have got me there, Jason, you got me there.”

“I know I do, Y/N. So, what high school did you come from, or are you an out-of-city kid?”

“Not from this city, I’m actually from Metropolis. It’s huge and annoying there. Too many people. This is such a smaller city compared to Metropolis. I’m guessing you were a Gotham Academy kid?” she asked.

“Yeah, repping the Gotham Academy to death and back, I met a lot of good people there and I would have to agree, my uncle lives in Metropolis, it’s massive.” he said.

“Your uncle is probably a people-person then, I’m sure as hell not.” she retorted.

“Neither am I, but there was something about you that seemed inviting if I’m honest. I don’t regret asking you this, what is this? A date?” he asked.

“If you want to call it a date, we can call it a date, Jason.” you assured him.

“It’s been a date then.”

“Well I’m glad you thought I was inviting and worth your time, Jason. Really, this is lovely.” you once again assured him.

“Did I tell you that you look nice? Red’s a lovely colour. It’s even my favourite colour. It’s like you can read my mind and dress for the occasion.”

“Man, if I could read your mind, I’m sure it would be a joyride. Maybe I’ll know why you went into Criminal Psych over everything else.”

“That’s a story for another time, Y/N.” he said as he somehow finished typing out the last page of the notes, “I guess this will conclude our date, shame really.”

“Well, that just means there’s room for a second date, Jason.”

“I’ll make sure to tell my brothers about you, then.”

“Is the second date worthy of the Mighty-Jason’s brothers knowing about me?” you are inclined for the answer.

“Well, the first was the minor mention of your name, the second is saying ‘We had fun, I have hopes.’ You know?” he said.

“I know.”

And he printed the document.

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the-insomniac-emporium · 3 years

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Crimson Ties (Bela Dimitrescu/Reader, Soulmate AU) Pt. 4

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T for language Warnings: None for this chap Genre: Hurt + comfort Summary: Sure, your soulmate may be a vampire (of sorts), but there's nothing that love can't conquer, right?... Maybe it's time you learn a little more about the odd circumstances of your soulmate's existence- and the fear that lies beneath the surface. Notes: If the last chapter was "hurt" followed by comfort, this is "comfort" followed by hurt, also known as the part where the story's central conflict comes into play. Features an appearance from Daniela, who reminds us that Cassandra's not the only one with a sharp tongue around here. Previous Chapters: 1: Stem the Flow, 2: Tangled Strands, 3: Rumbling Thunder

4: That Which Burns

“Of all the stars, the fairest,” Bela murmurs in your ear, keeping her arms wrapped loosely around your waist, before giving you a gentle kiss on the cheek. If you hadn’t already been blushing, you certainly would have now done so. You’re leaning into her touch, face flushed as can be, loving every moment of this. For a while now you’ve been curled up with her, while she reads excerpts from her favorite works. Although both of you would have preferred to do this outside, enjoying the view of the stars, you figured it would be best not to push your health too much. After all, you had lost a huge percentage of your blood. Well, temporarily, but it was still better to be safe than sorry.

“That’s probably my favorite line from Sappho,” you chimed, fondly remembering some of your schooling. “Though the one about being remembered always stands out to me. I’m not sure I remember it correctly, and I’m sure it’s been translated a few different ways over the years… but I think it’s ‘someone, I tell you, will remember us in another time’. Might have gotten that backwards, actually.” Giving an awkward little smile, you sheepishly rub the back of your head with one hand. “Either way it feels so romantic. To think of a love so strong that it echoes throughout time, fondly remembered for generations… it warms the heart.”

“Mhmm, most definitely, my dear. Many aren’t as lucky, however,” Bela laments, an odd expression crawling onto her face. There’s the slightest waver to her lower lip as she speaks. Concerned, you turn in place to get a better look, gently reaching out to caress her cheek. Is there something I’m missing? You think, wondering what you should say. “I’m alright, I promise. Merely distracted by a fleeting thought. Let’s read another, yes?” Before you can protest, she’s already turned to another page, starting to read as if she already knew which one was next (which would not, at all, surprise you).

Love shook my heart, Like the wind on the mountain, Troubling the oak-trees

“Oh, if only I could speak Aeolic Greek, so that I could serenade you with tender prose, all the days of your life… just as it was originally written. Wouldn’t that be lovely?” Bela offers, once again smiling wide, as if nothing in the world was wrong, at least not when you were by her side. Though you are not keen to ignore her earlier stroke of misery, you are equally reluctant to put a damper on her current upswing. Now what were you to do? Little comes to mind, other than the simplicity of human warmth, and so you lean once more into her embrace, head held aloft on the strength of her shoulder.

“Here, as I am now, is more than lovely enough. Your voice is soothing in any language, sweet as sugar, relaxing as can be,” you reassure her in your softest tone. Heart fluttering, she finds herself easing back into the comfort of the moment, forgetting all about her earlier woes. “Shall we read another?” Nodding, Bela again turns the page and begins to read:

He’s equal with the gods, that man Who sits across from you, Face to face, close enough to sip Your voice’s sweetness

And what excites my mind, Your laughter, glittering. So, When I see you, for a moment, My voice goes,

My tongue freezes. Fire, Delicate fire, in the flesh. Blind, stunned, the sound Of thunder, in my ears.

Shivering with sweat, cold Tremors over the skin, I turn the colour of dead grass, And I’m an inch from dying.

“Does that make me equal to the gods, then?” You ask, as soon as the last line is given its moment to shine. A small hum comes from your soulmate, who seems equal parts intrigued and confused. “I look in your eyes and my lungs light on fire, my heart ricochets around my chest, and I hear the chorus of angels singing your holy praises. The fact that I can manage to speak at all is confounding. Maybe the muses have seen fit to lend me their artistry, so that I might make conversation worthy of your existence, my dear.” With that said, you find yourself being squeezed gently, Bela placing another kiss against the top of your head. Now, it seems she is the one without the ability to speak. “The divine witnessing the divine, yes?... Let me read the next one, and we’ll see if my voice could ever compare to your own.”

It’s innocent enough, your choice. A turn of the page, just another poem, selected for nothing more than respect for chronology. Yet something drains from the space around you as you begin to read, so subtly slow that you hardly notice.

Girls, you be ardent for the fragrant-blossomed Muses’ lovely gifts, for the clear melodious lyre: But now old age has seized my tender body, Now my hair is white, and no longer dark

How were you to realize that the great shadow of fear loomed over your soulmate, when she had refused to name it mere minutes ago? How were you to know to halt your reciting, when the aching of her heart rendered her throat dry, and she could not bring herself to call out to you? Words poured like poisoned wine from your lips… your soulmate having no choice but to drink up every last drop.

My heart’s heavy, my legs won’t support me, That once were fleet as fawns, in the dance I grieve often for my state; what can I do? Being human, there’s no way not to grow old

A shaky breath from age-old lungs, exhaled into tense air, forced out past a trembling jaw. Say something, Bela tells herself, any poem but this. For a split second you pause, and she wonders if her thoughts have found new light in your own mind. But you break the momentary silence without much care, simply having been unsure of your pending pronunciation of an old name, perfectly unaware of your partner’s panic.

Rosy-armed Dawn, they say, love-smitten Once carried Tithonus off to the world’s end: Handsome and young he was then, yet at last Grey age caught that spouse of an immortal wife

At last her ordeal was over. The final words hang heavy in the air, weighing down her shoulders, but they are done. Her fears had been dragged out from the pit in her stomach, now waving about like dirty laundry. There was only one way for her to avoid this happening another time: Tell you the truth. By now her silence had earned your attention, with you turning in her lap again, concerned gaze meeting her hollow one. Gently, she gives you a reassuring squeeze.

“I… am not one to balk at the nature of things, however painful the truth. Yet I hesitate now, with the very person I am bound to with crimson ties… How cowardly of me,” Bela all but snarls, anger clearly not directed at you. It’s clear in the way that she holds herself that she has more to say. There’s not much you can do other than wait, though you do tuck an arm around her waist, beginning to rub soft circles against her back. “Allow me to drop the pretenses. You are not immortal, but I am. We’ve only been together for a day and a half, and already I’m worrying about your lifespan. It’s safe to say that this particular poem was an unfriendly reminder of our situation.”

Oh. How exactly were you supposed to respond to that?... Your girlfriend- your soulmate- was immortal. Hmph, as if her essentially being a vampire hadn’t already been enough to freak you out. Now this? Well, maybe it wasn’t too much farther of a stretch from the last revelation, even if you were still recovering from that one. Even then, something told you that this was equally hard for Bela- both to say, and to simply feel. As if she needed more stress surrounding her partnership with you…

“Of all the ways for us to mimic legends… I don’t even know what to say, my dear. I… I suppose that I can only reassure you that we will make the most of every moment we have. However much time we are destined to get, we’ll make sure it is filled with bliss,” you reply, slowly, making it up as you go. An ache builds in the center of your chest as you talk, an internal yearning for greater confidence. Although words were your “weapon” of choice, you were not always a master in your use of them, too human to be infallible. “Maybe we should set aside the poetry for now, shift our focus to something, ah, less meaningful?”

“That would be for the best,” Bela agrees, already shifting like she was going to stand up, before you even had a chance to get off of her lap. Something strange had fallen over her expression, an invisible veil, putting an uncomfortable distance between the two of you. Inside your chest, a thundering heart threatens to go still. Had you done something wrong? Did you commit some unspoken sin? Together the two of you rise, in sync yet more separate than before, a thousand questions and anxieties rendering both of you silent...

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Across the room from you, a pair of bright eyes watch your every movement, peering out from over an open book. If you didn’t know better, you might have thought that the “ruse” was intentionally poor. But for all the five hours you had known her, Daniela Dimitrescu had done nothing other than prove herself odd, clumsy, and quite possibly… overconfident. Admittedly, that still made her undeniably more pleasant than Cassandra. If you had to be stuck alongside someone other than your soulmate, well, ‘twas best that it was this strange redheaded gremlin. Even if she had expressed an unfortunate interest in eating you.

Gods, what is wrong with this family? You think, frowning a tad, unable to stop yourself from making eye contact with Daniela. Instantly she’s looking away, pretending to be engrossed within her book. The very same book that had remained open to the same page for half an hour now. I do hope Bela is having more fun right now, with whatever “business” called her away so unexpectedly. She hadn’t seemed happy to have to leave your side, earlier tension notwithstanding. Coming here to the library had been her suggestion, though you doubted she knew that Daniela was there, or at least hadn’t anticipated her sister’s unnerving behavior. Already the redhead was looking back at you, even less subtly than before.

Sighing, you decided that you could only put up with so much of this tomfoolery.

“Are you in need of something? Or is there something on my face?” You ask, setting your own book aside as you do. There’s a few moments of silence, as Daniela glances around the room, as if you might actually be speaking to someone else. When no scapegoats teleport to her rescue, she very awkwardly clears her throat, then moves to sit at your table. Though you are loath to admit it, your heart starts beating faster as she approaches. Not out of attraction, hell no, rather fear. Perhaps getting her attention hadn’t been the wisest choice after all…

“I just think it’s funny,” Daniela chimes, trailing off just long enough to run a finger down the length of your arm, “that Bela abandoned you so quickly. You’re so… fragile. Cassandra told me about the fun little introduction you had to our family- the blood loss, being chained up, the fear you felt when you got caught in our territory.” Suddenly she’s devolving into a fit of giggles, hand resting not-so-gently on your wrist. When you try to pull away, her nails dig in, and her gaze snaps back to your own. “But you don’t remember that part, do you? If you did… oh, we’d have to lock you up, like the little pet you are, to keep you from running away. I’m sure Bela wouldn’t mind seeing you in chains.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You snap, uncharacteristically furious. While it was true that you couldn’t recall exactly how you made it into the castle’s dungeons, you refuse to accept Daniela’s implications about your soulmate, or her assessment of your dedication. A brief second passes where you think she’s about to lunge towards you. Instead, she withdraws her hand, moving it to prop up her chin instead. Then, her lips slowly drag upwards into a wicked grin, wide eyes filled with dangerous amusement.

“So you’re more than a wannabe Shakespeare, after all? A bit more teeth, a touch more vulgarity, maybe a twinge of bloodlust, and you might actually fit in around here. Not enough to get our family’s ‘gift’- our secret to a long, happy life- but enough that Bela won’t grow bored of your sappy poems,” she teases with another string of laughter. Before you can question her about this ‘gift’, she’s all but jumping to her feet, stretching out her arms as she does. “I can’t wait to update Cassandra about you. We’ll be betting on how entertaining you’ll end up being. Try to keep from bailing on my dear sister too soon, alright?”

Just like that she’s disappearing into a swarm of flies, leaving you more confused (and angry) than ever. Taking a deep breath, you try to focus on what you need to do next: Find Bela. Talk to her. Get some goddamn answers.

#bela dimitrescu x reader #bela dimitrescu #resident evil: village #re8 village #got some fluff got some angst #casual reminder that daniela is capable of being just as cruel as cassandra #just normally a different kind

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wonunuu · 3 years

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iris beauty ❀

27: little toy car

✎ synopsis: falling for a guy is never easy, especially when your best friend of many years basically claimed him; you and mina have been friends for as long as you can remember, but your loyalty and trust are tested when she asks you to pretend to be her in meeting a guy she had been talking to online and you unintentionally start to develop feelings for him.

✎ genre: romance, angst

✎ pairing: reader x yoon jeonghan

✎ word count: 1k+

✎ warnings: mentions of bullying, health conditions, death (lmk if there's more)

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Mina takes a deep breath before taking a few steps towards the boy facing away from her. Taking another breath, she builds up the courage to tap him on the shoulder.

“Jeonghan,” Mina says, barely audible, as she stares at her feet. He turns around to face her. “It’s me, the real Mina.”

“Hey.” is all he says before wrapping his arms around her. Mina stood there frozen, taken aback from his unexpected greeting.

Jeonghan pulls back, reaching out his hands to put her hair behind her ear, her face now on full view. He pulls her to the bench, not too far from where they stood.

Freckles is covering her square-shaped face. She had heavy lower lips, round nose and her irises had two different colours. Her eyes were her biggest insecurity.

When Mina was born, she was diagnosed with heterochromia iridium, a condition that causes two different eye colours in an individual. As a young child, she was never bothered by her features because her parents gave her all the love. They treated her as if she was the prettiest little girl on the planet, just as she deserves. But everything started changing when she attended school. Her classmates made fun of her everyday, and she made no friends. Until two new students transferred in sixth grade; you and Joshua. The three of you became friends rather quickly. At first, Mina was scared that the two of you would be like the others, but that fear faded away when you got involved in a fight with her bully in eighth grade, Joshua backing you up from the side by running his mouth. He called it, “hyping YN up as she beats that rat shitless” —quite the vulgar language for a thirteen year old.

The three of you entered high school hand in hand, and with the two of you by her side, Mina thought things would get better. But she was wrong. As the weeks went by, the bullying got worse. Everyday she would get notes in her locker stating “freak”, “get surgery” and “leave the world”. She kept it from you and Josh because she didn’t want the two of you to get dragged in her situation. The bullying went on until the last year of high school, and scared to take the next step in college, she dropped out. She didn't want you and Joshua to find out so she used an excuse by saying that the program she wanted to take was only available online.

You and Josh only found out about the notes months later when you were going to surprise her with a room makeover. They were stashed in a box under her bed. The two of you confronted her when she got home. She explained that those notes were the reason why she dropped out, and apologized for not telling you.

Mina went to on explaining to Jeonghan all of that—from her childhood to her high school years. She also explained to Jeonghan the reasons why she pulled that little white lie, as she called it.

“I was scared that you were going to leave me or make fun of me when you saw me,” she admitted, tears pooling in her eyes. Jeonghan sighs, “So you wanted to put my shallowness to the test?”. Mina shakes her head. “No, it’s not like that at all—I was just scared and insecure, a-and I just didn’t want you to leave. I’m so, so sorry. I know it’s very shameless of me, but I hope you can forgive me and not leave.

During those times that you met with my friend who was pretending to be me, I was always hiding behind some tree and wishing that I was in her place instead—”

“So did you actually go on the trip or not?” Jeonghan interrupts Mina.

“What do you mean?” Mina asks, confused.

“You said that you were always there when I met with YN. I’ve been meeting with her the past month while you were on your trip.’” Jeonghan explains, quoting on the word trip. Suddenly, Mina stands up, shock on her face.

“H-how do you know her name? I didn’t tell you her name yet, Jeonghan. A-and you’ve been meeting with her while I was gone?” At this point, Mina is yelling.

Jeonghan tries to calm her down. “Sit, and I’ll explain what happened, or at least what I think happened.”

He tells Mina how he saw you working in the café, and that he thinks that you needed to keep pretending to rid suspicions that he had, which is true. He also explains that the reason why you couldn’t tell her right away was probably for the same reason he couldn’t talk to her himself—because Mina’s phone was locked away, which again is true.

Mina understands that part, but not the part of how Jeonghan knew your name. Hesitantly, she asked, “While the two of you were meeting, did she tell you her name? Is that why you know?”

Jeonghan shakes his head. “I actually knew her before you.” Mina is as confused as she can be. Why didn’t you tell her that you knew Jeonghan?

“But I doubt she remembers who I am though, given the fact that we’ve been meeting all this time and she hasn’t brought up anything from the past.” Jeonghan chuckles.

“When I was young, my father was very sick. We couldn’t afford to buy him medications, let alone admit him to the hospital. As time went by, my father’s condition worsened, and given our situation, I was sure that there would be no more hope. Until two medical professionals moved into town and built a clinic. The couple saw my dad during his daily walks, and they offered him a check up. My father refused because we didn’t have the money to pay, but they insisted and told him it would be done for free.

He had free weekly check-ups after that, and he would bring me too, sometimes. It turns out the couple had a daughter, around the age of five and six. We would play together, you know? Every time my father went to his check up, I would ask him to bring me so that I could play with her. Every week we played with each other.

She would also lend me her little toy cars, and I would give them back the week later when I went back. I was so happy because I never had toys before other than wood painted to look like a car.

The last one she lent to me was a red to car. She told me that it was her favourite and that I should take care of it. I did, and I still am. I never got the chance to give it back because… my dad didn’t need to go for his check-ups anymore. He passed away shortly after that last check-up.”

A drop of tear fell on the back of Jeonghan’s hand, but he composed himself quickly, wiping away the tears that were about to fall.

"The mother—YN's mother—always wore this beautiful flower necklace. It was also the clinic's logo. She told me what the flower meant and how it's her favourite.

That's how I figured out YN is... YN. She wears the same necklace that her mother wore. I asked her to confirmed my suspicions, and she did. She told me how it was her mothers and how the iris was her favourite flower."

He smiles as he looks at Mina who was completely frozen, and the expression on her face, unreadable.

Mina has mixed feelings. Relief because you kept your promise on not telling Jeonghan the truth while she was gone. Anger because you didn’t tell her right away that you had been meeting without her. Lastly, jealousy; she is jealous that you and Jeonghan have some sort of connection longer than she has with him, and deeper.

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junicai · 3 years

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infinite.

| summary | When Aria's with her boys, it feels like the sky's the limit.

| word count | 2.3k

| warnings | none

| era | circa. June 2021, filming for Hello, Future music video

The grass in the empty stadium had been liberally covered in fake flower petals - the healthy green of regularly watered grass slowly becoming overshadowed by the light pink and yellow that settled lightly atop it.

The white corduroy overalls that Aria donned were splashed with colour in fake paint splotches to compliment the petals - yellows and greens and pinks mixed with blues and oranges in a jumble of streaks that were stark against the otherwise plain material. The Doc Martens that all eight of the members had been fitted for were all padded at the toe and the heel - lest the hard rubber break away skin and cause them to bleed during filming.

Aria crunched several petals underfoot in the heavy boots as she wandered over to the other boys who had been released from hair and makeup a handful of minutes before her.

The sun was just reaching it’s highest point in the sky, the heat bearing down onto her exposed midriff and almost entirely cancelling out the cool breeze that threatened to rise goosebumps on her stomach. The floaty, bell-sleeved crop top was, in Aria’s opinion, absolutely gorgeous. She had already planned out the best way to corner Heejin unnie - one of the stylists that had an especially soft spot for Aria and her pout, when used effectively.

Shaking her freshly dyed blue hair out of her eyes, Aria broke out into a light jog to catch up to Renjun, swinging an arm around the boy’s shoulders.

“Hi!” She smiled brightly.

Renjun wrinkled his nose at her playfully. “Hey. You done in makeup?”

Nodding, Aria replied, “Yeah. They wanted to touch up the colour in my hair and stick a couple more tattoos around.” She pointed to the new daisy sitting underneath her eye, and the Make Peace, Not War written in differing fonts along her left forearm.

He aah’d exaggeratedly, patting his own upside-down HELLO on his arm absent-mindedly, before frowning lightly. “Is your colour coming out already? I thought they only dyed it a couple days ago.” Lifting up a hand, Renjun brushed away the strands in Aria’s fringe that were falling into her eyes, cringing lightly when they came away covered in blue residue.

Aria pulled away from his fingers, shaking her fringe back into place. “They didn’t have any dye left, so it’s hair chalk.” She explained.

Renjun made another noise of understanding, looking at his smurf coloured fingertips thoughtfully. When his eyes flickered up to meet Aria’s, they had a mischievous glint in them, and she barely had the chance to turn on her heel and break out into a run before Renjun was giving chase hot on her heels.

“No!”

“Yes!”

Her boots were beginning to rub the skin around her ankle raw, still not broken in enough to stand the test of a sprint through a football field, but Renjun was behind her - holding up his hand threateningly - and that was enough to keep her powering through the burn.

“Stop it!” Aria panted, laughter beginning to soil her already failing lung capacity. Her pace was lagging, but much to her relief; so was Renjun’s. With a final burst of energy at seeing the ground she’d gained on him, Aria made her escape attempt-

Only to be captured by Jeno, strong arms wrapping around her waist and swinging her around in a circle to be plopped right back down in front of a now jogging Renjun, an evil smile on his face.

“Lee Jeno!” Aria protested, wriggling against the arms that had yet to release her. “Let me goo!”

He deigned not to respond, but Aria could see the matching glint in his eye, and she resigned herself to her fate. He shared a nod of understanding with Renjun who was advancing slowly now that his victim was immobile.

“Renjun.”

A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Renjun, I’m sorry.”

His smurf-hand raised threateningly again.

“I’ll do your dishes for a week.”

With a final step, Renjun was now within a half-arms distance from Aria.

“Jenooo-” Aria cut herself off with a squeak, as Renjun dragged his fingers over the bridge of her nose, leaving behind a trail of the blue hair chalk. Aria flailed in Jeno’s grip, but he held her fast, even going so far as to tug her down into his lap on the ground to hold her steady.

Now entirely stuck, Aria resorted to flailing her limbs as much as she could, which really wasn’t a lot when Jeno tucked her legs beneath his knees, trapping her with all four of his limbs as Renjun rubbed the rest of the hair chalk off of his fingertips and onto Aria’s nose and cheeks.

Revenge enacted, her attacker eventually settled back onto his heels, fingers now chalk free - having spread most of it over Aria’s face as a replacement for blush.

Aria let out a small sneeze when the loose dust tickled her nose, blinking harshly in surprise.

With her eyes closed, she couldn’t see the hand Renjun held to his heart, or the pout that Jeno’s lips formed at the cute sound. The two men peered up at each other, silently agreeing that: Yes, it was unfair that she looked so tiny and cute with blue blush. Sometimes, life wasn’t fair, and it was coming for Renjun and Jeno’s heart in the form of a very tiny girl with a blueberry nose.

With a pat on the arm from Renjun, Jeno released Aria from his grip who promptly turned around and rained a series of light smacks onto his chest, only stopping when her rings snagged in the necklace he wore. He made no effort to help her, asides from holding her up when he accidentally leaned back and nearly took her down with him.

“Traitor!” She declared once she had untangled the jewelry. For her own revenge, she ran a finger through her hair to collect the chalk and smudged the colour onto Jeno’s cheek in a bright smear.

The shocked look in his wide eyes was enough to have Renjun coughing out a laugh, the other two soon following. The patch of grass they had settled onto was far enough away from the filming location that there were no petals to hinder Aria’s plans of laying down onto her back, hands splayed over her stomach as she laughed along with the boys.

“Guys!” It was Mark’s call that drew their attention away from the coloured chalk - although Renjun did let out another snicker at the light blue cloud that Aria’s hair left on the grass where she had been laying - and together the trio made their way back over to the other five members.

When Jeno and Renjun got distracted in comparing the temporary tattoos they had both been decorated with, Aria slowed her pace enough to let the two wander ahead without her.

She slid her focus away from the duo and towards the group that had settled in between the flower-covered goalposts, some standing, some sitting.

The bright colours of this concept was a nice change, Aria thought. She loved doing sexier concepts - don’t get her wrong, she loved the empowerment that came with it, and the twitter reactions were always fun to scroll through - but she’d missed this kind of bubble pop. Songs that made something uncurl up in your chest, complemented and encouraged by all the bright colours and messages.

When Aria had read through the lyrics the first time, she’d never felt like she’d loved a song more without hearing it. They meant something, especially to her.

Hello, Future; and all that.

And the costuming was always so fun. Short skirts were never the most ideal things to dance in, and the heeled shoes were the bane of her existence (no matter how good she looked in them) so the sturdy boots and durable overalls was a welcome switch-out.

Her boys looked happy with it as well.

With Hot Sauce, there was an infinite amount pressure to get it right. It was the first full album that NCT Dream was going to release, and it was 8DREAM. They had Mark back. They were all adults at that point. There were expectations to meet. They couldn’t pass things off as being children anymore; they had millions of eyes watching them, and it was like having someone breathing down your neck.

The pressure just kept mounting and mounting until it loomed over them all like dark clouds that you could just know held heavy rain. It was like they were debuting all over again. Re-debuting as eight again. Aria doesn’t think she remembers a single thing from the set at all. The whole thing is just a blur in her memory.

Hello, Future, this time around, is different. The members had gathered in the living room around Donghyuck’s laptop when the Hot Sauce music video aired, watching as the views racked up and positive comment after positive comment poured in. They’d read through each and every one, Mark and Aria translating the English ones that the others couldn’t read.

If Aria cried, one arm wrapped tightly around Jaemin, with the other held Mark’s right hand in his lap, then no one commented on it. It could be, because they had tears of their own in their eyes - but no one can say for sure.

They ended up sleeping on the floor that night, laptop discarded on the couch that was stripped bare of pillows and throw blankets. Curled around each other - this time with her head on Renjun’s chest and her stomach monopolized by both Chenle and Jisung lying horizontal from each other, Aria felt the tension and the fear that had been teeming underneath her shoulders for the last two months abate.

The terror that if the album had flopped, then they’d be facing disbandment like so many kneitzens wanted.

Or worse: Dream would keep going, but they’d lose Mark again.

Even the thought made something horrible curl up in the pit of Aria’s stomach.

No.

Never again.

The odd sleeping arrangements were not something that were uncommon in the Dreamies dorm (Honestly, Aria can’t remember the last time she had slept alone in a room, let alone a bed. They had a system worked out for when someone genuinely needed time alone, but otherwise, most bedroom doors remained open all night.)

This time, Mark was forcibly settled into the middle, everyone clamoring that he’d missed out on nearly three years of them - and he wasn’t getting ride of them that easily again.

To his credit, Mark went without much argument, although that probably falls down due to the fact that god, he had missed them too.

Over the weeks of practicing together, re-working the choreography for the songs that had been released when Dream was seven members only, they found their rhythm again. The one that they had lost in 2019, the one that Mark had taken with him when he’d graduated from the group.

Finding it again felt easier than breathing.

Aria thought she’d never get to see her boys smile so brightly as they did together again, giving the colourful flowers lining the grass a run for their money.

From her position a ways away from the group, she watched as Chenle immediately launched himself at Jeno as soon as he was close enough, tackling the older boy onto the ground where they both landed with a thud, Chenle’s head whipping backwards with the force.

She watched as Jeno - ever careful - had tucked a hand behind Chenle’s head to catch him even before they started to fall, his hand taking all the impact as they came into contact with the ground.

Jisung was quick to clamber up, eager to pull Renjun over to Jaemin and show him what they had been doing. She watched as Jaemin held up a small crown made of the fake petals, held together loosely by the short strands of confetti that were scattered around the goalposts.

Mark was leaning his back against the post, head tilted down onto Donghyuck’s shoulder. Donghyuck was watching Jeno and Chenle wrestle with each other - cheering for one or the other, depending on who was winning at that exact moment.

Aria watched as Donghyuck slowly slipped into silence, tilting his head down to look at Mark’s peaceful expression as the eldest seemed to almost doze off on his shoulder.

And, she watched as Donghyuck lifted his eyes, flickering from each of the members. His eyebrows furrowed, scanning the group again before he craned his neck towards the rest of the field.

When his eyes locked onto Aria’s, he raised an eyebrow, but deigned to stay quiet - choosing against startling Mark with a yell. His expression was enough, though.

Donghyuck understood Aria on a certain level that she thought not a lot of people could. She had a unique bond with each member of Dream, but Donghyuck sometimes knew what was going on in her head before she even did.

Which is why, instead of teasing her for being an introvert, or running away; when Aria strolled up to join the group he just extended the arm that wasn’t wrapped around Mark’s waist, beckoning to her.

After being firmly tucked into his other side, Aria curled into his chest with a sigh, shivering lightly when the sun slid behind a cloud for a brief second and the air felt cooler than it had all day.

Feeling her shudder, Donghyuck tilted his head down to look at her the same way he’d looked at Mark a moment ago, before pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“You okay?”

Aria nodded. “M’okay.”

(Donghyuck didn’t realize that his lips were blue from the chalk until Jisung pointed it out, some thirty minutes later.)

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Spoilers from both Trollhunters the book and Trollhunters the series!

While reading the book I was really impressed with how many differences there were between the character so I have worked on giving my take on six characters from both media, book vs series, and how they differ from each other :3

I should mention that while there was illustrations in the book I tried for the challenge not to copy those but follow along the describtions in the book - when possible - to give my own interpretation of the characters ^v^

Steve

First up we have Steve. Starting out as the stereotypical bully in both version their paths seperates quickly resulting in two different ending for the musuclar blond Jorgensen-Warner is the book version of Steve. Here's how he is described from our first encounter with him: "He was handsome but in the oddest way- He eyes were too small and his nose piggish: he had a ridiculous amount of hair and a couple of teeth that looked like fangs. Yet somehow in combination these features were sort of mesmerising. His unnatural muscular bulk and odd way of speaking -crisply, politely, as if he were a foreign student who had learned English in class - completed the strange package." page 21-22 For his outfit I went with the description of him on page 224 "[my clothes] ... didn't cast me in the best light when compared to Steve Jorgensen-Warner, who looked rather rakish in blue jeans and a shirt - definitely not a blouse - opened to the third button. He dribbled the ball casually with his left hand." The bold passages is added by me This Steve is later revealed to be a changeling aka a troll Before we go on: can any of you explain to me what a "ridiculous amount of hair" even means :'D? I had a lot of trouble with this prompt because isn't this so darn subjective :'D? and the official art look way less ridiculous than I'd figure it'll be :'D x'D Palchuk is the series version of Steve. His facial appearance being way less specific (I'd say he has normal sized eyes, a big roman nose and some more or less normal teeth) and his way of speaking is definitely not polite. Like book Steve, this Steve starts out with pushing smaller guys into lockerrooms yet after that he becomes way less of a terrifying bully and much more of a silly goose who brings a lot of the comic relief in my opinion Douxie says it best in Wizards when he calls Steve the "village idiot" x'D I do not recall seeing Steve being that sporty in the show, he is much more interested in becoming homecoming king no basketballs around x'D While book Steve is revealed to be the enemy (a troll) series Steve joins the "good guys" creating the creepslayerz with the character Eli Pepperjack

Blinky

Blinky is just called Blinky in the book Here's a bit of description of him "The third [troll] had scarlet eyes, eight of them on long stems. (...) The thing from my house glided toward me with a surprising grace for something with an indetermined number of legs, all of which were hidden behind a patched kilt scaled with layers of medals, prizes and trophies and award ribbons. An incalculable tangle of tentacles twined around one another as if dying to squeese something to death. As it passed the oven, the firelight revealed olive-green skin, reptilian texture, and lacquer of slime lubricating its undulating appendages Its moth a horizontal gash.. " The bold passages is added by me So yeah this Blinky is quite something :'D I stopped caring to draw tentacles after a while but overall this was silly but fun to draw since his teeth later is described as big as traffic cones I believe he must be very tall :'D Also he's close to blind Has a bit of a dirty mouth but in a very "read" way if it makes sense :'D cannot seem to stop calling Jim dimwitted and tiny and Tobias big :'D Blinky's full name in the series is Blinkus Galadrigal he has six eyes instead of eight and they are all working just fine, thank you very much x'D His tons of tentacles and legs has been replaced by four arms and two legs and while he is still olive-green he is now made of tone like texture just like the other trolls the kilt turned into shorts and he is quite a bit smaller now not even as tall as Jim He still has this very academic way of speaking yet he is way nicer to Jim calling him "Master Jim" instead of "the short one" x'D

ARRRGH!!!

Book ARRGHHH!!!s full name is Johannah Mmmm ARRRGH!!! and she is a pretty big deal warrior among the trolls in the book - she's so badass in fact Blinky has decided to call her by her last name to honor her for her deeds for trollkind Here's a qoute from the book describing her appearance "The goliath emerged from the tunnel as comfortably as a dog from a doghouse, coarse black fur pouring into the chamber before I could make out any actual arms or legs (...) Even beneath the fur I could see loops of muscles flexing. (...) ARRRGH!!! was built like a gorilla but three times larger: Two arms, two legs, and, thankfully, just two eyes. Horns, curled like those of a ram (...) The thing's orange eyes cast about with animal perceptiveness, and it used its snout and sniffed. Its jaws fell open to reveal a purple, slavering mouth armed with haphazard daggers of teeth." Page 75-76 The bold passages is added by me (Also worth mentioning: the qoute is from before the protagonist knows of ARRRGH!!!'s gender which is why he calls her an 'it') At other times in the story we learn that ARRRGH! has quite scarred arms and really wishes for better tooth hygeine; so much so that Tobias actually end up making her a brace out of chicken wire :'D Idk I find it quite adorable :'D Now unto the serie's ARRRGH!!! - first up he is male, his name is Arghaumont and he is famous for another reason than Johannah: he was a general of Gunmar but retreated from the war making him a traitor to his people yet a hero for the good trolls in the series. Series ARRRGH!!! is likewise built like a gorilla but made of stone and having a mane long and green like it is moss his horns is way smaller and less curvy and his teeth hygeine is never brought up also his face is way less dog like x'D

Tobias

Book Tobias' full name is Tobias M. Dershowitz yet he is going by 'Tubby' or 'Tub'. Here is a describtion of him from the book: "You could call Tobias Dershowitz chubby, if you were being cute, or husky if you were being diplomatic. The fact is he was fat, and that was only the beginning of his problems. His hair was a thick, orange, out-of-control hedge. His face spilled over with the kind of freckles that make kids like Tub look like overgrown toddlers. Worst of all were his braces, marvels of modern torment: whips of stainless steel crisscrossing each tooth seperately and lashed to a dozen silver fasteners. The braces clicked so much when he spoke, you expected sparks. At least he was tall..." page 27 The bold passages is added by me The outfit I went with is described on page 259 like this: "He stood in the driveway decked out in his best approximation of a ninja: black tennis shoes, black sweatpants, a black hoodie, a belt made from a red curtain sash, and an oversize fanny pack holding his gear (...) It was unfortunate that the fanny pack was lime green..." To describe Tub is a bit difficult because sadly he is not much in the story as I'd liked - mostly he is being quite serious and let us know he is not happy by being sidelined not speaking troll nor being invited on hunts which I completely understand tbh :'D What I do find interesting is how Tub and series Jim has seem to have switched roles a little bit: In the series Jim is the one giving a speech about how he is insecure about his place in life and how he wants more - in the book this is Tub in more than one occassion: "We have to accept who we are. And before you ask, I'll tell you. We're nobody. We have no life. We have nothing to look forward to. We're not special. I just want it to go away. All of it. The stupid being scared. Doesn't it seem we've been scared forever?" page 37 "Jim, you're wrong. We were meant to do this. This is exactly what we've been waiting for. They've chosen us. Of all people! Us! (...) Jesus, Jim, take a look at my life! You know what I'm worth! To anyone? Zero! Nothing! I'm a fat loser and will always be a fat loser. Until this. This is like a present. Full of, man, I don't know. Hope?..." page 196 (talking about trollhunting here btw) Oh yeah and book Tobias gets this badass scene where he uses his dentist's tool to kill trolls I loved that Now series Tobias is way different :'D first up his name is Tobias Domzalski and his nicknames are Toby and Tobes. He is way shorter and has more neat hair (what is it with the series neating up the hair :'D? x'D). He also seems way cheerier and pretty happy with his place in life more or less Unlike Tub, Toby is in it from the start being an important player in the story He doesn't have the same drive to be something more than he is as Tub has instead Toby is going with the flow starting out quite afraid of everything troll and ended up being as brave as the rest of the team *tbh Jim's scared out of his wits too so they mimic each other x'D* Where Tub has dentist tools Toby gets a badass hammer so I'll say its an upgrade

Claire

First off we have Claire Fontaine, a foreign student from no other than Scotland with a taste for military clothing and liqourice Here's how she's described in the book "She tucked her long dark hair behind her ear and left ir with an adorable smudge of white dust. I thought she was beautiful, though she wasn't in the classic sense. The popular girl would say she wasn't skinny enough. They would also point to the fact that she didn't wear makeup or do anything to tame that hair. And her clothes -well, what could be said about her clothes? Her boots were not sexy and knee-high: in fact, they were ankle-high and rubber-soled and looked picked from military surplus racks, an array of pea-green coats and multi-coloured slacks, all of which looked as if they'd been through actual World War II combat. And that beret she wore before and after school wasn't of the look-at-me-I'm Frensh variety: it was more in the style of I'm-going-to-invade-your-country-and-be-your-new-dictator. Only one thing didn't make sense: that bright pink, exceedingly girlish backpack that inexplicably hadn't one anti-establidh patch sewn onto it (...) Oh, I forgot to mention that Claire Fontain came from the UK. That's right- the girl had an accent. I think you are starting to get the picture." page 30-1 The bold passages is added by me It is hinted at that Claire is quite tall and a great deal taller than Jim (more when I get to him) and she is actually a whole year older than Jim since they both have birthday May 2 but Claire is 16 while Jim is 15 Since Trollhunters in this story is not a "protected title" (aka the chosen hero type) Claire ends up being one herself even though nobody even herself didn't know: AND. SHE. KICKS. BUTT! She's even better than the guy that had 40+ years experience so yeah safe to say she's badass :'D Even before that she has a hilarious scene calling out Steve in the wildest shitstorm of Scottish slang I lived for it x'D She's described quite a few times with lots of bracelets, sometimes made of wire so I gave her a bit of both She's not really a part of the popular group but has her own thing going on Now onto Claire Nuñez the series' version of this badass Here Claire is hispanic and pretty much one of the most popular girls seen around her style is way more ... I've called it punk rock in purple but Idk exactly what to call it x'D she's shorter than Jim and slimmer looking than her book counterpart She enters the story not as a trollhunter but as a victim of having her brother stolen by changelings and as time progresses she becomes a fastlearning and quite competent sorcerer dealing in shadow magic Unlike Fontaine, Nuñes is seen wearing make up, shorter hair with dye in it and hair clips instead of bracelets

Jim

First up we have book Jim. His full name is James Sturges Jr. and lives with his single parent, his dad, after his mother went away the day before his birthday in start May and never returned. Sturges Sr. had been traumatized loosing his brother to trolls although none of the characters didn't know this yet - only Senior had seen the creatures making him paranoid and in turn making Jim very embarrased about his father. At the same time Jim seems to honestly worry for his father and his behavior too makes Jim very cautious and fearful a character. Book Jim is pretty much a typical teenager for the most part He is seen to be a tad clumsy and not exactly brave really. And the author's choice of basically not describing him anywhere made my job way harder trying to be book accurate :'D So I've mostly inspired him of the official illustrations in the book Here's what I could find about our little trollhunter First off: he's a short fellow that is first mentioned on page 14; "Sunshine is important for growing boys." (...) "I am not growing" I took after my dad when it came to size and was still waiting for that growth spurt everyone kept raving about. "In fact I think I'm shrinking." This is brought up most of everything Jim through the movie from him not being able to reach a point of a chalkboard (page 32) to people's dissapointing sighs taking meassurements when he is chosen as Romeo (107) and him wearing super high heels for the same reason (224) but also Blinky directly calling him a "little fellow" (page 127) On page 27 we learn that he is getting a bruise on his chin after being slammed into his locker by Steve Lockers he has been thrown into enough to have learned to open them on the inside :'D He is a skinny fella which Tobias so politely call "lack of muscletone" due to "glandular" at page 120 He is not very good at anything describing his room full of stuff from hobbies he tried and failed at (page 63) The longest describtion about his appearance is probably page 105: "I lowered my eyes and regarded the chewed, dirty fingernails holding my script, thes scuffed shoes on my feet, and realized that these were the symbols of my pityful life: worn-out, insignificant, ready to be thrown beneath Dad's industrial mower" It pretty much says it all when this is the longest quite I could find :'D For the outfit I mostly went by the small describtion on page 89-90: "I tucked the medallion beneath my shirt. After a full day of wearing it, maybe the rest of the suffocating fear would go away too. My plan was to dart into the kitchen, grab my sweatshirt and be out of the house. " I added jeans since he is said to wear jeans on page 283 - the medallion sneak out beneath the sweatshirt/shirt on page 97 which is why I added it on top here as well Now since there's a bit more to both versions of Jim due to their role as the protagonist I've added in a little extra features here being the medallion in the book vs the amulet in the series and the weaponry given to the characters For Sturges we have the medallion who's described like this: "It was a bronze medallion conntected to a rusty chain. It was engraved with a foreboding crest: a hideous, snarling face; indecipherable markings of a sevage language, and a magnificent long-sword across the bottom." page 9 The medallion is treated like it is a common artefact if a bit rare in the book - its purpose is to translate trollspeak for the wearer. Jim is giving two swords in the book; a rusty longsword he calls Clairesword (do I need to explain this one?) and a cutlass he calls Cat #6 after the one cat at Tobias' house that liked Jim x'D For Sturges' personality my feeling about him is that he is a bit more ... passive than his series counterpart. He is not really standing up for himself that much and would rather blend into the background. This qoute from Claire sums him up pretty nicely I believe "You're a good person, Mr. Sturges. A bit gloomy, but good" page 246 I do like that Jim in this version is a Taurus (I am a taurus too x'D) born on May 2nd so that's a plus It is probably also worth mentioning that in this world trollhunters aren't a chosen hero type like in the series: trollhunters or paladin was once a title held by many warriors yet now there's very few left. Sturges was a proud paladin family making Jim a chosen candidate for the honor of becoming a trollhunter but he is not the only one - or even the best - in the book. In fact out of the three trollhunters we learn about I'll say Jim is the weakest (and he is not even the least trained; ouch :'D) Jim doesn't get a nice armour like his series counterpart either but is seen in the illustrations wearing a blue hoodie (like the one in the little doodle) The full name of Jim in the series is James Lake Jr. He is the child of a single parent and lives with his mother whom Jim "mothers a lot" (Tobias' words in the first episode) This Jim is pretty "tall for his age" (Jim's own words uttered quite a few times across all three series) yet with quite skinny legs (he is called out for this by multiple characters). He is much more competent in life than his book counterpart being an exceptional cook, good at Spanish, seemingly alright in PE and at school he seems to stand pretty good if only holding himself back. Unlike book Jim, series Jim seems much more active and longing to be something more than he is - he is seen to be quite brave and protective of his friends, very kind and selfless. Also even from the start he seems much more nimble than his book counterpart being able to climb the robe (a feat book Jim didn't do before later) and with his training as trollhunter he becomes even more badass Trollhunter status in the series is way more important since the title is given to only one chosen warrior of Merlin chosen by the amulet of daylight (the medallion in the book). This also makes the amulet way more special and important in the series which probably explains its shine up from rusty bronze thing to silver and blue. While Lake Jr doesn't have named sword he does have a magical armour and sword made of daylight We do not know the exact birthday of Lake Jr but the creators have replied to a fanquestion saying it would be around fall especially October so by that estimate Jim is probably a scorpio pretty far from the before mentioned taurus in the book While Jim Lake Jr isn't seen with long lasting bruises in the original series he does get two more permanent scars in Wizards

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theonewiththefanfics · 3 years

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Heartbreak For A Gift (Part 1/?)

Synopsis: Sometimes relationships start off like love stories in books. And sometimes they fall apart in a minute.

(Kind of an AU! I guess??)

Pairing: Harry Styles x fem!Reader

Genre: angst bruh

Warnings: swearing, sadness, angst, but nothing else that I can remember. Minimal editing

Word count: 2547

A/N: Please note I don’t know what the situation is between Harry and Olivia, if it’s a stunt or they’re actually dating. Whatever the case do not harass them. This is fiction and only for the purposes of the story. If they’re actually together - GOOD FOR THEM!!! No one is entitled to other people’s private lives!

Can be read as a one-shot if ya want, but I might turn this into a very small series cause I already have ideas as to where to go further with this, so hit me up if that’s what you’d like :)

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When she’d first said yes to going out with Harry, she’d had zero ideas as to who he really was. Well, that was a lie, she obviously knew of him, it’s not like she completely lived under a rock, and she’d seen a couple of his interviews, but 'One Direction' or Harry Styles as a solo artist hadn’t been that big of parts of her life, so she didn’t really care much for it. They’d met at a bookstore on a sunny day in London. That’d been a good day. Her boss had let her go home a bit earlier than usual, the weather was warm, but not it’s-so-warm-I’m-sweating-my-ass-off kind of warm, sunglasses covering her eyes and hair free as the warm summer winds blew through her locks she was walking beside the Thames on her way inside the heart of the city. Because she had a little bit more free time, she decided to pop into Waterstones, which was generally not a good idea for Y/N to do if she had things in store for the day; this time she could spend the rest of the evening if she wanted to, browsing books and living her best life. Surprisingly for London, that particular Waterstones, even though it was in a densely populated area, was pretty empty, so Y/N felt free to skim through the options without having to press through a crowd of people to find the next section. As she scanned what the shelves of New-Adult fiction offered, a man also came to look at the books. He stayed a bit further away, but he was certainly someone who caught people’s attention with the bright green daisy-print covered T-shirt, chequered shorts and the three scrunchies on his wrist. The thing was as much as he’d grabbed Y/N's attention, she was more interested in the Waterstones exclusive edition of a book she’d been dying to buy, so when she saw it just sitting on the shelf, a small gasp escaped her lips. Two eyes were immediately on her, and Y/N could feel them slip back onto her form from time to time as she greedily paged through the book, but she couldn’t say her own Y/E/C eyes didn’t flit over to the man as well. He had a small bun on the top of his head, curly hair pushed away from the face, cheekbones for days, which were shaved and smooth and perfectly groomed brows arching over what seemed to be green orbs which were looking at the spine of a crime book way too intensely for it to be genuine interest. All in all, his side profile would be that of one of the characters Y/N’d simp over in a book, let alone the nails painted all colours of the rainbow which made her happy because nothing was better to see someone sticking it to the patriarchy. But their little meet-cute was interrupted as an employee apologised while he tried to squeeze past them with a giant cart filled with new release books, and almost like a lost puppy, she started to follow the stacks of books when a hand on her shoulder made her spin around only to be faced with the man. She instantly recognised his face, but, at the same time, couldn’t really pinpoint what it was about him that was so familiar.

“Sorry,” he said in a rough voice. “But you left this behind.” And in his hands was the Waterstones exclusive. Y/N’s eyes widened as she gingerly took it from him. “Oh my god, thank you! I’ve got no idea how I let it out of my fingers.” He chuckled, motioning with his chin to the employee disappearing by the corner. “I’d say you got distracted.” “Yeah, a little.” She bit her lip and drummed her nails against the cover of the book. “Well, uh… thank you. For not grabbing it for yourself.” But he just lifted his hand. “More of a Murakami kind of a man.” “Yes, well, I,” she nodded towards the book in her own hand, “like to read about people living out my dreams.” He raised his eyebrow. “It’s a murder mystery.” “Your point?” “Would you say I have issues then if I wanted to ask you out on a date?” Y/N’s heart stuttered in her chest, but he looked so nervous, so genuinely open and almost scared, she couldn’t feel any ill intentions from him, so she tapped her chin a bit as if contemplating before saying, “No. I’d say you have good taste actually.’ The relieved laugh he let out made him seem even prettier than Y/N already thought he was. He extended his palm towards her, swaying on the balls of his feet a bit. “ ‘M Harry. Would probably be proper to know my name before we go anywhere further.” “Y/N.” She smiled and clasped his hand in hers. “And it would probably be proper to know I was kidding about the whole ‘watching others live out my dreams’. People living out my dreams are actually in the books having hot sex with Fae.” His laughter was loud and sudden, making Y/N duck down like she was in her Uni library and the librarians would come and shush them. But now, almost two years later since they’d first met, there was no sign of those butterflies she’d felt in the middle of the thriller section of Waterstones. Now Y/N was sitting by a large table, body slowly numbing as was her mind to keep the pain from her heart spreading. Whatever Jeff was talking about now, she didn’t hear. There were eyes on her, had to be to gauge her reaction, but they wouldn’t get anything more than slightly parted lips and a blank stare turned towards the marbled top. She knew Harry was nervous; from her peripheral vision, she saw his thumb scraping at the rest of his nail lacquer, chips of pastel yellow and green polish flaking off and floating to the carpeted floor. Y/N didn’t like LA. She’d never wanted to go there. Maybe as a tourist for a couple of weeks sometime down the line, but because of Harry and his commitment to ‘Don’t Worry, Darling’ and because he’d basically pleaded with her for days on end, she’d agreed to move there with him for the time he was shooting the movie. It’s not that the city wasn’t beautiful. The sun, the sea, the greenery surrounding her was absolutely breath-taking, but it was the people that she didn’t really mesh with. Sure, she knew dating Harry came with a lot of what LA’s society was like. The need to look absolutely physically perfect to match the unachievable barbie standard, the fake niceness people usually exhibited just to get something for themselves or possibly raise them higher on the popularity scale, but Harry had always wiped away those doubts. But now all of that seemed like one big lie. He’d told her he didn’t care for any of it, not when it concerned Y/N nor when it concerned himself. But the contract in front of them said something different. A hand touched her back. “Y/N?” Harry’s voice was tentative, wavering at the end of her name. For the first time since the proposal had been thrown out, she lifted her eyes to look around at the people in the room. Harry, Jeff, both their attorneys and Olivia Wilde and her attorney. The other woman, once their gazes met, immediately looked away. Y/N wanted to scoff at that. “What…” Harry gulped, brushing a hand across her back. She’d never flinched away from him, but this time she did. Harry visibly shrunk in his seat and pulled back. “What do you think?” What did she think? Well, she was thinking a lot of things, and the urge to say all of them was immense, but instead Y/N bit down on her tongue, reaching for the legal papers in front of her and skimmed through them. She’d read each and every word as they’d been read out loud by the attorney, and every letter had been burned into her brain now. There was no way to get them out from her mind, and they’d haunt her forever. “The fact that you’re asking me what I think of it already means you’re considering this.” Surprisingly enough, her voice was steady even though she was on the verge of collapsing after everything. “So, I’ll make this really easy for you – do it. Because, from now on, you’re a single man and you can do whatever the fuck you want.” Harry’s face paled immediately at her words, hand moving to grasp Y/N’s, but they were in a tight ball in her lap, not moving an inch at his touch. “Y/N, please.” Olivia was the one reaching out now, a pained and terrified look on her face, but the girl just stood up from her chair and went to the coat rack taking her coat and the bag that was discarded by it. “No, you asked what I thought.” Tears had started to form in her eyes while she shrugged on her jacket. “This is what I think. If you even for a second assumed I’d be alright with this shitty stunt, Harry, then through the last two years we've spent together, you’ve learned nothing about me, and to me, it means it’s not worth it.” Harry was now standing, desperate to touch her face, but Y/N once again pulled away. “You two,” Y/N said pointing between Olivia and Harry, their faces twins of fear and regret. “Have never needed publicity. Not like this, so don’t try and bullshit me that this will make great promo for the movie. There are so many other ways you could drum up interest, but this…” She let out an unamused chuckle. “How could you think I’d be okay with you pretending to be in a relationship with someone else?” “No, please… just hear us out. You don’t know what it’s like.” Harry tried to plead, hands in his hair, but it was the wrong thing to say, as she took a step back, eyes wide in disbelief. But Y/N was calm, and with how rigid Harry became he knew he’d fucked up more than before. “I don’t understand?" she breathed. “The number of things and events I’ve said ‘no’ to… the…” Her voice was as still as the sea before a storm as she took in a deep breath and exhaled. “Harry wants Y/N there for the opening of his tour, so Y/N drops everything and flies out even though she misses a presentation that could have her up for a promotion. Harry doesn’t want to be seen walking inside a club with someone, so Y/N goes to the back entrance to save his face. Harry is tired and just wants to sleep, so Y/N passes on her friends’ birthdays because he wants cuddles. What Harry wants, Y/N does. And I did. I did all that happily while keeping our relationship private while snaking in and out through back doors like I was some dirty secret of yours just so you could keep the illusion you’re single…” Y/N shook her head. “I think I understand very well… But now… it’s my turn, my time to ask of you something.” “Anything,” he pleaded, probably thinking that Y/N was going to ask him not to go with Jeff’s stunt, and he’d gladly tell them all to fuck off if it meant her staying. “I’ll do anything.” “Let me go.” If Harry’s heart hadn’t been in his chest you would’ve been able to hear it break as it smashed against the floor. “Let me go,” she repeated. “And don’t come after me. Because I won’t take any part in this.” “But –,” he was choking on his words. “But I don’t want to. I love you; I can’t just let you walk away like that. I won’t do it, none of this is worth it.” “And I didn’t want to do a lot of things, especially sit in a meeting on Valentine’s day where my boyfriend was talking about faking a relationship to promote a fucking movie, but here we are.” This time when he reached out to cup her cheek, Y/N let him. “Please. I swear I won’t do it, just please let’s talk about this. Don’t give up on me.” But she was unwavering. “For the rest of our relationship, however long that might’ve been, I would’ve wondered if you hated me if you despised me for not agreeing to go with it if the movie didn’t do as well as your management predicts it will with this. And I won’t have that. I won’t be in a relationship where every second will be spent in doubt that I’m stifling your career and you could potentially resent me.” “I could never hate you.” “Yeah.” She let out a sob. “You actually claim to love me but would be willing to put me through that kind of fuckery, so something has to be a lie.” Without looking at anyone else in the office, Y/N stepped away from the man who once made her feel like she could conquer the top of the world and opened the door, but didn’t even manage to take a step outside when the voice of the person she never wanted to hear from called after her, and although Y/N had been calm and collected, she snapped at him. “Oh, don’t worry, Jeff,” she snarled. “It’s not like I can talk about anything that happened here. You made sure of it. Smart move, by the way, I’d say you should continue it. NDAs right before any meeting… I guess that’s how you keep your clients' careers spotless, so your stunt won’t be exposed.” The way she whipped around to move towards the door would’ve given her whiplash, if not for Harry standing in front of her, arms weaving around to keep her in place. “I’m sorry." He was verging on hysterics. "Please just… please Y/N don’t…” It seemed like he no longer even understood what he was pleading for. For Y/N to not break up? To not leave the room? LA? All he knew was that if he let her walk out of the door, he’d never see her again, and she’d make sure of it. “No, Harry, I think I actually will, because the thought of being in the same city as you, is going to make me throw up right now,” Y/N said eyes not daring to meet his, because if she did, she'd break and her resolve would dissipate. “Besides, you have loads of things to talk about. By the time you get back, I’ll have my stuff out of the hotel. And Jeff?” His manager looked sheepish as she glanced at Y/N. “The least you owe me is a ticket back home. The first flight you can find.” He didn’t answer, just nodded. She didn't deign to thank him. “Happy fucking Valentines to you two.” She looked at Olivia and Harry, who was breaking apart at the seams, but no longer could she find it in herself to care. He didn’t care enough about her anyway. “Hope you have a very happy relationship.”

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Loving You Is A Losing Game - Chapter 1 || Javier Peña x F! Reader

Gif by: @norcula

Summary: Javier Peña is a lot of things. He would even admit he’s a liar, easily. But how far is he willing to go in this latest deceit, if it means taking down Escobar? Will he lose what he’s been so desperately searching for his life?

Warnings: Angst, angst, aaannnngst, (‘not so much in this chapter but overall) lies, swearing, drug references, murder references (it’s the Narcos world people), mentions of prostitutes(not derogatory)

AN: Thank you @damntonystarkandhissmile for the request, I loved it as you know, and had to turn it into a mini series 😌My first Javi fic 👀 Sorry for any mistakes, I wrote this on my phone and it’s super late, but I wanted to get it out to you. I’ll fix it up in the morning 🥰

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Chapter 1 || Chapter 2

Many kids would tell you that their parents don’t like them.

That they don’t get on. They’re mean. Weird.

Usually, it’s because their parents won’t let them go out and get drunk, or that they won’t buy them that really expensive sweater that they’ll just lose or rip.

You were one of those kids.

Except in your case… Your father really didn’t get on with you. Or love you.

Hell, you weren’t sure if he even liked you.

And that was the truth. It was fact.

Not because he didn’t give you what you wanted but because that was the way it’d always been.

Even through childhood, you knew he didn’t care for you more than he felt he had to.

You didn’t shout at each other, you just… simply didn’t get on. There was no love there, at all.

And again, it really wasn’t because he wouldn’t buy you something, or he tried to tell you who to date.

No, it was because he worked for Pablo fucking Escobar.

The biggest drug kingpin in Medellin.

Your father was one of Escobar’s closest men, not quite a sicario, but certainly more than a lackey.

He knew all the comings and goings of the drugs, knew who was who and who was trusted - or not.

He was in Escobar’s inner circle, and he was proud of that.

Didn’t care about the drugs that ruined people’s lives, the workers dying to make their precious cocaine - or the murders that the kingpin’s men so willingly committed.

One might think it odd that a man like that had a child, but it hadn’t exactly been his choice.

The little information you had gleaned had informed you that your mother was a prostitute, a girl working in one of the many pleasure houses in Medellin in order to make her money. And to find safety, because even though those houses were full of men with dark intentions for women… It was a home. A sanctuary compared to what she’d previously lived in. Or rather, escaped from.

But things between them were based on lies anyway.

He never told your mother what he was, who he had devoted his life to.

And so, when you were born and your mother regrettably couldn’t care for you anymore, she dropped you at your fathers’ doorstep.

It broke her heart to lose you, but she truly beloved it was the safest place. She’d tried everything she could to keep her beloved daughter close but... After one too many close calls, she couldn’t risk your life anymore.

And she thought your father would be the true sanctuary she never got to have.

How wrong she was.

Your father took you in, albeit reluctantly. Maybe there was a scrap of decency in him after all.

Or maybe he just thought you’d be useful.

As you grew up, you always knew he wasn’t… ‘good’.

Whether it was the late hours working; the shady visitors or the room you were forbidden to go in that smelt funny - it was with an instinct far beyond your age that you knew a relationship with him was a lost cause.

And that was okay.

You kept your head down, studied hard at the school he dumped you in and… You flourished, to be honest.

Excelled at your classes, settled into your own personality and made a handful of really good friends.

It was as if you saw everything your father was, the sick darkness, the corruption, the disgusting loyalty to a monster like Escobar… and you simple decided to be the opposite.

You were kindhearted, loyal to the end and the most helpful person anyone around you knew.

No matter the time or place, you were always there for someone. Whatever they needed, you would be right there waiting with open arms and whatever they required.

You wanted to put sunshine into the world, spread happiness and joy as if you could erase the stain from the dark men who tried to ruin it.

Sometimes, this kindness and rose-tinted look on the world did get you… not so much into trouble, but it opened you up to pain.

Some people tended to take advantage of your warm heart, using it their own ill wishes to get what they wanted.

It wasn’t your fault, you just always believed in the best of people (aside from Escobar, your father and the others of course) and assumed that those asking you for help were genuine.

There wasn’t a bad bone in your body, and whilst people respected and adored that about you… There will still those you were learning to be wary of. But you believed the world had good in it, you just had to find it. A fight you would gladly take up.

Of course, somewhere like Medellin was a battle in itself.

In fact, all of Columbia was a battle.

You could have moved out, moved on and forgotten all about it, but something kept you here, drawn to this place.

It was dark, gritty and sometimes people wound up dead only a few blocks down from your home but despite that, this was still a beautiful place.

With the lush green growth, the ever-burning sunshine and the flurry of people coming in and out… It was beautiful.

Everything was here for you.

Family, friends…

And Javi.

Ah, Javier Peña. Your boyfriend.

Even now, you got a thrill from saying that.

A DEA agent with all the tolerance and frustration of a wet cat. He was snarky and sarcastic, with what seemed like a permanent scowl etched onto his ruggedly handsome face.

He had a bitter way of looking at the world sometimes, but he was hell-bent on fixing it. Much like you.

He was amazing at his job, forever going above and beyond to rid Columbia of its weeds and poison.

At first glance, he was your complete opposite.

And he was, in a way.

But you always said you were two sides of the same coin.

You were his light, and he was the storm that weathered your brightness before you burnt out.

You had met by accident really.

You and your friends had decided to go out for the night, to your favourite bar further in town.

The drinks flowed easily, the music was constantly beating and the atmosphere always perfect.

The staff got on well with your group, and more often than not, you were passed free drinks and food from them.

You were at the bar that night, when the door had opened and in walked two men.

Ordinarily, you would have done a quick glance over, and then gone back to your conversation.

But this time was different.

The man you saw first was tall, sandy blonde hair and an easy expression on his face.

The other man behind him however… You couldn’t look away.

Messy brown hair that appeared to have been styled previously but now fell over his forehead in tumbling loose curls - perhaps from running his hands through it in frustration?

Impossibly rich brown eyes that you could see even from here, darker than his hair, darker than the liquid in the glass he ordered from the bar and deeper than your favourite chocolate cake.

He walked with that predatory grace that showed he knew where he was and who was around him at all times.

This was man that knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it.

But not in the same way as your father… No, this man… He was different.

And you were intrigued.

You turned back to your friends, waiting for a break in the conversation respectfully before chiming in, “Hey, who are those two guys that just walked in? I’ve never seen them in here before.”

One of your friends, Serena - a girl with flowing inky hair and caramel-coloured skin - looked over at the men and a wicked smile crossed her lips, “Oh, you mean those two? That’s Steve and Javier.” She nodded her head first to the blonde, and then the dark haired man. “They work for the DEA, they pulled us in for an investigation once.” She said this lower, because you never know who may be listening.

Your eyes widened, looking between the bar and your friend again sharply, disbelief colouring your tone, “They pulled you in? What did you do??” Blinking rapidly, you tried to imagine a situation in which your friends would be called in by the drugs authority.

Serena snorted, waving her hand dismissively, “Oh, c’mon, nothing like that. You always assume the worse.”

Saying nothing, you merely raised an eyebrow.

Your friends were the wild ones in the group.

You tended to be the one to make sure they were all okay, and everyone got home safe.

Even when you were drunk, you were still the carer.

And more often than not, it had been your quick thinking and easy smile that had gotten you all of out of some potentially sticky situations.

She looked at your expression with narrowed eyes, then conceded, “Fine. You’ve got me there.” She fiddled with the straw in her cocktail, condensation dripping down the side of the glass from the hot Colombian air. “We were in another bar, further away and it was known to occasionally host the odd… Unsavoury member or two.” She looked at you through her eyelashes, letting you know what she meant by ‘unsavoury.’

Instantly, your palms grew a little slick and your neck prickled. And it wasn’t from the heat.

Serena knew about your father. She was the only one who did, who you trusted enough to tell one night when you were flat out drunk, too intoxicated to care, and it had all come out. You had to tell someone, anyone.

But you always had this reaction when anyone talked about Escobar, drugs or his men.

No one else knew who your father was, but it didn’t mean that someone couldn’t work it out.

You had done your best to try and avoid any association, but with the scurrying rats spying in this city, who knows where the information would end up? Which authorities were already watching your every move, waiting to use you?

Serena was carrying on with her story, so you tuned back in, “They came in one day we weren’t there, looking for information and I guess someone had told the boys we were in there a lot. They took us to their headquarters and asked us if we knew anything or had seen something.”

Leaning forward, you sucked a deep mouthful of your own drink, but the ice had long since melted. It was more to give yourself a few moments to soothe your reaction, to calm your racing heart.

You looked back at her, swallowing the cool liquid, “And? Did you manage to help?”

Serena shrugged one shoulder, the strap of her dress slipping down, and she left it there, no doubt to draw the attention of the many men and women ogling her - She would have her pick of who. And if she didn’t want them, she’d leave them pining after her whilst she strutted from the room on those gorgeous legs, curves swaying and hair gleaming.

“I’m not sure. We told them what we could but… The guys that go there to do those sorts of shady things, they hide it well, obviously.”

A noncommittal noise left your throat and you looked over yet again, immediately drawn to the darker of the two.

Only to find him already watching you.

Those umber eyes were trained on you, pinning you to the seat and making you feel as though you were being stripped bare.

Like he could peer straight into your soul and see simply everything there.

His tongue darted out, chasing a drop of alcohol leftover on his lower lip and the movement set a deep fire in the pits of your belly, burning hotter than the Colombian heat.

A man with a tongue like that knew how to use it.

Oh my god, were you seriously lusting after a stranger, a DEA agent to be precise?

Heat danced along your neck and cheeks, making you curse under your breath.

The darker man, the man creeping through your soul was standing sideways at the bar, the stance causing his pale blue shirt to pull tight at the arms, setting a gorgeous contrast against his honey-tanned skin.

He didn’t take his eyes off you, lips murmuring as he spoke to his friend, who had his back to you.

His expression was unreadable, apart from a faintly intrigued twitch to his otherwise impenetrable demeanour. He had you trapped, heat crushing your skin as he still pinned you with that predatory gaze, like he couldn’t decide whether to chase you, leave you there or devour you whole.

Before the stare got any more intense, before you were sliding from your seat and gliding over to him, you were pulled back into your conversation.

Over the span of the next two hours, you felt his heavy gaze more than five times, felt it’s weight on your skin like a brand and it left you unsettled - but in a good way.

It been a long time since anyone had set a blaze within you, sent that feeling of butterflies soaring through your chest and belly.

It had been a long time since someone had undressed you with their eyes.

You had looked up at one point in a lull of conversation, only to find that they were gone. Just like that, vanished.

Disappointment had shot through you like a spear of cold ice, because for the last forty-five minutes, you had been working up the courage to… To do something.

Maybe a wink or… To hold his gaze for longer than five seconds.

Would you ever see them again?

It was likely if they were DEA, but he probably wouldn’t remember you. A man like that?

Absolutely not.

And you hadn’t seen him.

Not for a week.

Not until you were walking down the street one afternoon, lost in your own thoughts that were certainly not of agents with dark hair and even darker eyes.

And then suddenly, with all the cliché in the world, you had walked into something firm, warm and definitely human.

“Watch it, cariño.” A low, rough voice. Raspy yet somehow smooth, like it had honey poured over it. And the tone… Nothing biting or sharp in there at all.

It was… Something else, but definitely not vicious.

Already anticipating who it would be, your head snapped up, breath stilling in your throat.

There he was.

Standing taller than you, head cocked slightly and those dark, dark eyes watching you with thinly veiled curiosity… And a deeper gleam.

Again, like he was watching something he wanted to eat. Slowly.

You’d let him.

Your cheeks flushed just a little at that repeated unbidden thought and you swallowed, throat bobbing, “Sorry, I was distracted. Did I hurt you?”

He chuckled, and gods above, the sound was again like warm honey sliding over your bones, caressing you and making you dissolve, “Not at all. I just wouldn’t want you bumping into someone less forgiving - or friendly. You never know who you might meet on these streets.” He watched the movement of your throat, rubbing his forefinger and thumb over the moustache in a movement that was oddly enticing.

He flicked his eyes back up to yours, but not before gazing at your mouth with that peculiar fire, like a flame underwater.

Oh, you knew a lot of unfriendly people.

Tilting your head the other way to his, you smiled angelically at him, “Well, I’ll thank my lucky stars that I ran into someone just like you.”

He hummed softly, narrowing his eyes slightly at you in thought, “Do those stars allow me to take you for a drink? Or would that be… Inappropriate?”

Fuck, the way his deep baritone purred over the last word… It was as if he was running his tongue along your hot skin, tasting you.

Heat coiling low in your belly, you threw your eyes up to the sky in mock thought, as if listening and then dropped them back to those umber pools, “I think I can manage. I don’t even know your name though.”

A faint grin tugged his lips, “Javier Peña.” He held out a large, tanned hand.

The name whispered through you like a siren call as you told him your own name, sliding your hand into his.

Javier repeated it, making it sound like a caress as his hand enclosed yours.

A shudder ran through you, bringing forth even more images that weren’t appropriate for such a first meeting. “Lead the way, Javier. I warn you though, make one wrong move and I’ll throw you to the wolves.” You mimicked his previous purr, knowing it was at odds with your appearance.

Javier looked back at you, something appreciative and glittering in his eyes as he laughed again, “Oh, I don’t doubt it, cariño.”

And that was that.

You had gone back to a local bar for drinks, losing yourself in the time and the rough, yet velvety personality of this man.

He didn’t really say much about himself, but he had a way of asking you things no one ever really had before. Asking you things that you’d never thought about.

Like what would you be doing if things were different?

What’s a dream you had in childhood there no one else knows?

If you could take on the life of a book character, who would it be, and why?

He was wholly different to anyone you’d had before, and you wanted to learn everything about him.

You had spent so long on the topic of you, and know you wanted to learn about him.

Even though he skirted around a few questions, you lapped the information up and stored it.

He did tell you about why he stayed in Columbia, why he chose to be in the DEA - but you still didn’t glean much.

That was okay though because what he didn’t say, he made up for in the looks he gave you.

The slight smile that tilted up the corners of his lips, made his eyes twinkle and his entire face light from within.

The intense, burning gaze, head cocked to the side and two fingers rubbing along the edge of his moustache again - his large hand capturing your attention for longer than you’d care to admit.

And then that had been history.

A few more ‘dates’, a few more slow starts and working out of boundaries and… then he was your boyfriend.

Your friends had warned you when you told them.

Warned that he had a darkness, the same as all the agents had working in a corrupt country.

And they also warned you that… He had a bit of a history with the same types of girls your mother had been.

Had an affinity for them, using them for information and getting them out of the country - and not without a heavy, fast fling too.

But… you didn’t care. You saw the broken man within, saw the determined agent wanting to make his country whole and free of the rot.

And to be honest, you didn’t see much of the supposed womaniser he was. Not that you didn’t believe them - but he was (perhaps uncharacteristically) soft with you, warm.

He was a good man, working through his troubles and finding solace in you.

For once, something good and strong had come into your life, and nothing could take it from you.

Right?

~~~

Javier Peña was going to go to Hell.

Not that he didn’t know this already, but with what he was up to lately… He almost certainly had a first-class ticket and express boarding now.

That thought had been going round and round his head for the past couple of weeks.

Lately, it had been getting to him.

He couldn’t really say why either, it just did.

Any time, any moment of the day.

Even now, as he tidied up after the dinner you’d cooked together.

It was killing him.

The lies turned to ash in his mouth, leaving behind an acrid taste of shame.

The sweet smiles you shot him were like daggers to the heart and the soft, twinkling laugh only he could bring from you sounding like a taunt.

“Liar, liar, liar, liar.” It would hiss, following him from the room.

He tried to tell himself he was simply doing a job, doing what he was asked but he was lying to himself then.

He’s done plenty of things that anyone would be ashamed of, all in the name of trying to do good. And of course, they made him feel bad, but… Not like this.

Not this sickening twist of his gut, or the guilt that lay heavy and stopped him from sleeping - even more than usual, that is.

He’d started drinking and smoking more too, burning through his alcohol and cigarettes at a pace you of course picked up on.

When you asked him, concern and worry in those enchanting eyes, he’d merely shrugged it off to stress of the job.

It wasn’t exactly an untruth but damn, it felt like one.

Especially when you cupped his cheek with such tender care, kissing him softly and coaxing him to bed - where you showed him just how skilled you were at relaxing him, taking his mind off ‘work.’

Fuck express boarding. He was getting a personal escort to the pits beyond.

A shrill ringing caught his attention, breaking him from his spiralling thoughts and he turned around, momentarily confused.

The phone.

It was ringing.

He should answer that.

Javi stared at it, then went over and answered like a normal person, “Hello?”

A slightly grumpy, slightly suspicious normal person, but hey. Points for trying.

“Hey, Javi.” It was Steve. “Sorry for the late call,”

Lately, there were no ‘out of hours’.

Some days, the boys wondered if they would be better off just living at the office.

He was already itching for a cigarette.

Javier eyed the packet of cigarettes on the counter, “Nah, it’s alright. What’s up?”

A sigh came through the slight static of the line, “Look man, I know you can’t rush it but… Have you got anything from her yet? Anything at all we can use? Carrillo and the others aren’t gonna give us much longer and we need to nail these fuckers.”

Ah, there it was.

The call back to reality.

Javi’s eyes moved from the cigarettes to the bottle of bourbon he’d abandoned earlier on, “No, nothing yet. No more than what I told you the other day… I can’t push it too much. It’ll bet too obvious.”

Leather creaked and Javi knew Steve would be leaning back on his couch, rubbing his forehead. already smoking.

“I thought as much. She’s the best lead we have, you can’t fuck it up.” He sighed again, more of a groan, “I just wish we could storm right in there and haul them all in.”

Javier was already stalking across the kitchen, snatching up the alcohol and decanting it into a glass before Steve had finished his sentence, “Yeah, I know, I’m with you. Boss says we need something concrete to go on. Which is bull. I’m working as hard as I can, but she’ll get suspicious otherwise. It’s a sore subject.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Let me know if you find anything, okay? Maybe use some of that charm on her. I know it can’t be your happy attitude that gets all those women to fall into bed tell you their darkest secrets.” Steve snickered, a smirk evident in his voice.

Javi bared his teeth at his glass, “Fuck off. You’re just jealous you actually have to work for it.”

He hung up, cutting off Steve’s retort before he even got two words out.

The thought of seducing you into bed to get information… No.

They were getting impatient.

There was only so much he could do to hold them off. He needed to get his head straight.

He needed to figure out what to do.

He needed -

“Hey, everything okay?”

He needed you not to be standing there.

How much had you heard?

Had you been there the whole time?

Fuck, he hadn’t even heard your footsteps come back from the bathroom.

You weren’t looking at him, so you didn’t see the brief flash in his eyes, the chink in the demeanour as he struggled for a believable answer, “Oh, yeah, bebé. It was just Steve. They’re struggling to get citizenship for Olivia in America in case they go home so I said I’d ask someone I know about it.”

Not entirely a lie. Just… not the truth either.

Steve was struggling, and Javi was looking into it.

That’s just not what the phone call was about.

But he could hardly tell you that.

Because then they’d lose the only lead they had.

“That sucks... If they need help, I can ask the girls? See if they know anyone?” You pulled a thoughtful face as you leant against the side, “You’ll probably have more luck than me, but I know Luciana had a similar problem with her son…” You swirled your drink around your glass thoughtfully, working how to solve this next problem.

Javi swallowed, rubbing his eyes as he ran the water to wash up the dishes.

Maybe this would have been easier if you were… less caring. Less good.

“Yeah sure, cariño. They’d appreciate any help they can get at the minute.”

The opportunity was there, might as well go for it.

“Steve is really stressed at the minute. Trying to juggle the shit with Olivia, keeping his marriage floating and then the dead ends we keep hitting with Escobar.” He huffed, shaking his head and turning the water off, “I wouldn’t be surprised if he yells at Carrillo in the next day or so.”

Javi felt you looked over at the back of his head, practically hearing your face of concern, “It’s that bad again? You’re really getting nowhere?”

He knew that hated to hear when your boys were stressed out. Javi was pretty much sleepless most nights, but there was just you with him.

For Steve to be juggling a marriage, a baby and his job all at the same time, in a city that still didn’t fully welcome ‘gringos’. It killed you. You had said many times before how your heart went out to him. How you wished you could help.

You already are, baby.

He nodded, concentrating on the water. It was easier this way. “Mmhm… We just keep hitting dead end after dead end. People are losing their lives and Escobar and his band of freaks are spreading like poison.” The bitterness in his words wasn’t made up.

He hated the man.

Hated him and his band of psychos and everything they did and stood for.

The day they were all behind bars - or six feet under - would be the day he would finally rest properly.

Even if he had no idea what he would do with his life when he was free of Escobar.

Although, on reflection, the job would never be done. There were still more cartels and drug lords to take down.

You were still talking behind him, the worry and frustration clear in your voice as he turned the water off, “I just… I wish there was some way I could help. It kills me to see you all so stressed like this. It’s not fair.”

Javi swallowed, his throat working as he shook his head dismissively, abandoning the dishes and coming over to you instead, “Nah, don’t worry about it, baby. It’s no different to what normally happens. Usually, he just yells at me for not telling him something or for smoking too much, he had an argument with our superiors and then he’s fine.”

He leant against the counter, stretching his legs out and reaching forward to gently pull you into the space between his legs.

“Don’t worry about it, really.” He kissed your cheek tenderly before placing a cigarette between his lips. “How was your day?”

He threw his lighter back on the side after igniting the end, breathing in a lungful of the poisonously addictive smoke.

You slid your arms around his shoulders, curving into his body and you tilted your head back as you groaned at the ceiling, “Long. I had some mail still going to my father’s house, so I had to go and pick it up.”

Javi heard the way the words, ‘my father’ twisted in your mouth, your lips curling slightly in disgust as you call the man the words he wouldn’t ever deserve.

Anger seared through him, like the smoke he heaved into his lungs every day.

Another man that deserved a fate in the dark.

“How was it? Did he say anything to you?”

He stroked down the side of your face, trailing his fingers down your neck and he slid his hand across the back, cradling your head.

Your eyelashes fluttered as he cupped your head, taking the weight for you, “He was prattling on about some meeting. Mumbling that he could tell this person and that person, find something out.” You huffed, “I didn’t really listen.”

Javier’s interest peaked, and he hoped you wouldn’t feel the sudden thump his heart had taken. “A meeting? Did he say what the meeting was about?” He kept his voice soft, even.

Made sure the lungful of smoke curled from his lips in a smooth motion, rather than a jagged breath.

You shook your head no, eyes closing again, and you rested your forehead against his jaw, “Nope. Even if he did, it was all just white noise.”

Damn.

Disappointment spread thick through his veins.

Yet with it, came relief.

Because if you had no new information… He wouldn’t have to call it in.

Javier pressed little butterfly kisses to your hairline, rubbing his fingers into the back of your neck, “You don’t have to see him again for a while now, baby. Don’t think of him… don’t give him that satisfaction.” He murmured the words, rubbing your lower back and keeping you arched against his body.

He liked this.

No, he adored this.

The way you turned utterly boneless in his touch and sank against his body like it was your haven.

A non-committal noise left your throat, and you merely snuggled closer, your fingers pushing into the hair at the back of his head just the way he liked.

Goosebumps danced down his spine, warming his bones and he let his eyes close.

He’d still have to go to work tomorrow.

Be called into the office and asked again if he’d found anything out.

If you had given up your father.

How much more time Javier needed.

He would deal with the guilt, the shame, the anger that they were making him do this - and the disgust at himself for actually doing it.

But for now… He could stand here in the kitchen with you, the crappy tv in the background with your head against his jaw and the scent of your shampoo wafting around him.

For now, he could just pretend.

#request #Javier Peña x reader #Javier peña fan fic #Javier Peña #narcos #narcos imagine #Pedro pascal #Pedro pascal x reader #Pedro pascal imagine #Loving You Is A Losing Game series

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justafairytailofinnocence · 2 years

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Hello dears 💖 I wanted to experiment and see what happens when I write a oneshot with classical music and sooo this was the outcome.

I wanted to experiment and use images to tell the story.

Fair warning: mentions of death and blood

Word count: 1K

In this au snape is a poor, unknown artist who owns a cottage in a feild of daisies, one day he comes out and spots a odd looking girl. He was so highly inspired and decided to paint his final master piece.

Let me know what you think, If you like the story or the image use💖.

Artistic severus snape x reader🌻🖼

My dying sun🌻

The last stroke on the canvas finally reveals my best piece yet, I had been doing this since I was ten years old. It’s always been an escape for me, an escape from my own reality, normally it would take a week for me just to capture the sky perfectly or an hour to capture something as simple a flower. When most people see a flower all they can really see is the illusion of one colour, I however see more then just the colour of the petals. When you’re an artist you don’t just see one simple colour, I can see the different tones of light and dark. My works weren’t the most popular in the world in fact they looked nothing compared to some of the well-known artists you’ve seen today.

My life hasn’t been exciting in fact, it was rather sad to say the least, my parents despised me and normally my mother would always ignore me. So, drawing and painting has been my escape, I lived in a small cottage nearby a field. Many people or couples who have passed by call me “the sad man who lives in a small house” they made all sorts of nursery rhymes about me. I could care less, usually they pass by or comment “looks it’s the sad man”.

My nickname often came from people that saw my appearance; I have a dull look compared to others. I don’t have a job, nor do I have any friends or family, it was just the sad man with his art. Although something had occurred to me one day, ah yes, I remembered it so clearly there was a piece of art I treasure each day. Before you read further, I must warn you this story is not a happy one and certainly has no satisfying ending.

So now that’s out of the way I shall reveal the story behind my greatest piece “beauty in death”.

The sun rose among the fields with the sky clear as day, I got out my supplies and sat out my canvas. I sat down on my wooden stool; my eyes had lingered across the fields trying to find some inspiration. Perhaps a blue bird or the glorious sun, or the field itself however I’ve painted it countless times.

My eyes were lingering around the area trying to find some source of inspiration until my eyes had ventured over to a young girl dancing in the fields. She was colourful, her smile was gleaming along with her glowing features. I thought about calling her by a name, so I decided on “y/n” because I didn’t want to disturb the young woman. Her stance was outstanding, magnifying and most certainly beautiful, her hair reflected the sunlight. Oh, how she entranced me, she was full of youth, beauty, and colour. My hand began it’s first stroke of an outline of the young woman dancing and I kept doing her position.

Brush,

Stroke,

Inspiring,

Beauty,

I was nearly completed the outline of the woman, I was only missing her face, her lovely, lovely face. I was one to keep to myself and never would I smile but for this moment I would. The beauty was dancing with happiness and colour it made me envision a dream of which I shall relive.

I took the young woman by the hand as she danced around and around me, I waltzed with her as she smiled. The sky turned to night, I spun and spun as y/n smiled it was a beauty in the night sky. I was inspired so inspired that I fell in love with it. This girl brought me happiness and colour, I could draw and paint her all day.

Y/n appeared under the moon as we shared a kiss of life, my eyes softened as we passionately held each other under the night sky.

My mind wondered with the sound of the soundless music I envisioned; violins spun with the strings of piano keys playing. My own entourage of sun light and colour here in human form, I was detailing the shading just as my eyes poured over the sun rising with her last stance.

“Y/n, a beauty of light” I muttered, I was nearly finished her face, all I needed was her young smile and I’ve made my greatest piece of all time.

“BANG!” I heard a loud noise over in the distance, my eyes glazed in horror as the young y/n fell with grace onto the bed of daises. Her body was no longer colourful, she was draining with tones of red. I ran, ran towards the dying sun. Her body was dripping in a crimson pool of red, her eyes were dimming light, her breaths becoming slower.

I leaned down towards my y/n whispering “Oh my dying sun, burn brightly for me in the afterlife”. A short breath escaped her lips with that she smiled uttering “b-beautiful, y-your beautiful”. My heart was racing with emotions, happiness, love, inspiration all lost into a vile of sadness within my dying sun.

I held her hand, tears streaked down my face as she laid in the fields lifeless. Her life had inspired me so much, even if I didn’t know her, she lingered in the back of my mind dancing. I turn towards the canvas knowing what I must complete.

I picked up the brush and with one stroke danced around the canvas, it became clearer now her face. Sadness withering in dying light, her bright eyes shining down on my canvas, her hair making every movement.

My y/n you inspired me to create something that shall haunt anyone until this very day. A painting that will touch anyone’s heart. The story of a girl dancing in the fields, her happiness touched a poor man that shall remember you and only you.

My brush stopped; I glanced at the piece I had created. I was shocked at how beautiful it was, my utter sheer inspiration created the most famous painting known today.

“Beauty in death”

Sometimes I wonder by the gallery looking at the piece I had made.

when I see her, remembering every bit of beauty she had, colour, grace, happiness, my mind would always trace to one word.

“My dying sun”.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta 💫

#harry potter x reader #severus snape x reader #severus snape oneshot #harry potter oneshot #Harry Potter #severus snape

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bakatenshii · 3 years

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Grapefruit

Oikawa Tooru x reader (haikyuu!!)

word count: 2.3k

TW: 18+, lemon, wattpad, crack

A/N: I’m so sorry. This is actually a joke, a parody, I promise, it’s written like this on purpose for the collab. Terrible (or lack entirely of) grammar, dialogue so cheesy I threw up multiple times in my mouth, too many specifications of shades of the colour pink. For @undermattsun’s whorehouse wattpad garbage fire collab. I’m so sorry.

grape·fruit

/ˈɡrāpˌfro͞ot/

In the world of fandom (check out fan fiction, fanfics, or fics), a grapefruit is a story which consists of sexual explicit themes in bizarre situations.

An orange-twinged pink, almost coral.

haikyuu series!! :3

disclaimer: haikyuu does NOT belong 2 me. Or else I would make XXXX go w/ XXXX ;)

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𝑝𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑎𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠

𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠

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“hurry up y/n!!!” - i remove my skullcandies out my ears, hearing my best friend sunnie(with an ie! not y!) shout to me from down the hall.

flipping my baby pink (NOT cotton candy pink! god there’s a difference, get it right. last week ash-lee with her stupid bleach blonde hair called it cotton candy pink and I wanted to kill her) hair behind my shoulder, i skipped down the lockers.

i was in my best outfit, checkered pink and white (bubblegum pink, this time) leg warmers with my matching pink + white skirt and white denim jacket with a pink butterfly bedazzled on the back. i saw paris hilton in it on her myspace too, so you could say im pretty trendy.

not like the other girls, like brittney (with her dark hair with a blue streak with a puppy shaped purse she swears is designer.) or ash-lee with her stupid ugly blonde hair that’s deffo fake. oh i already said that

anyways

it’s just an average tuesday morning, and i’m just your not-so-average girl. my name’s (y/n) (l/n) and im (age) years old. my best friends are sunnie, rachelle, and meeky. oh, and lindt, sometimes, when she’s not too busy with trying to save the world from global warming.

i’m on my way to p.e. which UGH is my least fav class, who even came up with it? but at least there’s the hottie oikawa tooru-sama in my class (ha! eat that ash-lee + brittney) and all the girls luuuuurv him. he’s soooo hot i bet he has abs

(brianna with the ugly hair who wears green shoes with red socks said she saw him change once and she totally saw his 8pack but she’s a liar so i dont believe her)

(even tho he tooootally has one)

i was on way just skipping down the hall to go to p.e. when someone crashes into me from behind.

‘-u-GH!’ i fall.

‘hey!!!!’ i turned around to yell at who’s bumping into me-

it was oikawa tooru-sama!! the most popular boy in school!!! i felt like i was in a dream i pinched my hand but... it hurts!!! this isn’t a dream!!! the oikawa tooru-sama just crashed into me!!! with his body!!! his shoulder touched me!!!!!

he turn and looks at me and... my heart stops. i think im dying omgomgomg

‘a-are you okay (y/n)-chan?’ he asks me and holds his hand out.

i cant believe it. the oikawa tooru-sama is giving me his hand to hold?!?! is this heaven???

‘i-i-‘ i stammer. i’m so shocked i swear my face is beat red. ‘i-i’m ok.’

i was too scared to hold his hands because mine were so sweaty from seeing him this upclose. i stand up and dust my knees because i want him to think i’m tough. that’s right. oikawa tooru-sama is a professional vball player! (v for volley-ball) he’s not going to like some dumb average weak normal crybaby girl.

‘ok. see ya in class!’ he smiles and waves at me before walking down the hall, shooting me his signature smile. the one that makes flowers bloom around him and glitters around his whole body.

h-how did he know? did he just say in class??? the oikawa tooru-sama knows who i am???

i take out my phone to frantically text my bffs (sunnie, rachelle, meeky and lindt) and see the group chat had some unread new messages. i click open it.

(beep)

𝚋𝚕@𝚑𝚔𝚞𝚐𝟶𝟶: omgzzzz i juss saw tsukki-sama xDDD

𝕣𝕒𝕖𝕖𝕖𝕖𝕩𝕠𝕩𝕠: STDU XDD wut wuzz he wearin?!? hes sooooo hawt oh em geez

tsukki-sama, aka tsukishima kei-sama, is the hot blondie in the other class’s vball team. rachelle and sunnie are sooo in love with him, but i don’t blame them. he’s soooo tall, taller than oikawa tooru-sama even. (but that doesn’t matter because oikawa tooru-sama has the prettiest smile in the world and no one’s seen tsukki-sama smile like... since he came outta the womb)

i quickly type out my txt because this is more important than what the blonde vball star is wearing.

(beep)

𝖗𝖆𝖜𝖗𝖇4𝖐4: guizzzzz guizzzz GUIZE!!!! GUEZZ WUT JUSS HAPPND!!

𝖗𝖆𝖜𝖗𝖇4𝖐4: u’ll nv beliv it!!!!! omGZZZZZ IM LAIK DYINN XDDDDDDD TT_TT

ｓｋ８ｅｒｇ１ｒｌ: omgawd wuuuut

ｓｋ８ｅｒｇ１ｒｌ: w8 kita-sama jus sk8dd by me i fink he haz a new b04rd!!!!! be are be

𝖗𝖆𝖜𝖗𝖇4𝖐4: uGGGHRRR MEEKY DIS IZ MOAR IMPOARTAN!!!!!!

before i have the chance to tell them about my fateful encounter with the oikawa tooru-sama someone snatches my phone away. i turn around, maybe it’s oikawa tooru-sama again?

UGH NO IT’S OUR STUPID BALD PRINCIPAL. now i’m in trouble.

‘no phones in the hall (y/n) (l/n)-san!’ he yells at me. his breath stinks, yuck.

he takes my phone and puts it in his pocket and i realize that he’s putting it in his pocket and taking it away.

‘b-but-‘ jimmy i protest. not my flip phone with my pink bedazzled hello kitty charm on the end!

‘no buts!!!! see you after lecture missy!!’

god, this is just like, the worst day ever.

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𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑏𝑦𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

𝑙𝑒𝑡’𝑠 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑

𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑛

𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

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p.e. is the same as always: im sitting on the side, not doing sports because girls like me can’t risk breaking my perfectly painted pink (hot pink, not baby pink) nail with diamonds on it. i tell my bffs about the encounter and they all agree that it’s deffo fate.

‘i know right??’ i giggle staring down at the man of my dreams, at his chocolate brown locks, thinking back at his dreamy brown orbs staring into my dark black ones offering me his hand.

‘you should totes ask him out!’ giggles sunnie.

‘oh em gee, never!!! that’s sooo embarrassing, he’s totally gonna say no!’ i said.

‘seriously, (y/n)-chan, what do you have to lose?’ rachelle said.

‘just like, my dignity and self respect.’ i reply sassily.

at that we three burst into laughter, and the fat p.e. prof turns and tells us shhhhhhh.

i love my friends.

i tell them about our bald principal taking my pink flip phone with the hello kitty charm on it away.

‘oh no!’ rachelle exclaimed.

‘what are you going to do?’ sunnie asked.

i shrug, feeling at a loss without it.

‘it’s like, seriously dangerous without a phone.’ the blonde said.

‘what if you get like, kidnapped or something?!’ the purplenette said, clasping her hand over her mouth in a show of shock. (ps. bluette vs. blunette?)

‘kidnapped?!?’ i laugh. ‘who’s gonna kidnap me?!!’ we all burst into laughter again, causing our p.e. prof (still fat and annoying) to shhh us again.

little did i know that the brunette vball star was staring up at me, plotting.

i had no idea what was about to come.

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𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦, 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑦

𝑤𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑒

𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑛’𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑦

𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑢𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑤𝑎𝑦

𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛, 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑒

𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒, 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

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when i open my eyes, my eyes are heavy, staring up at a bright light above my head. i squint my eyes because the light hurts my eyes.

‘well, well, well’ i hear a voice behind me. ‘(y/n)-himesama’s awake, i see.’

wait-

i know that voice-

that’s-

that’s the oikawa tooru-sama’s voice!

‘w-what?’ i stuttered, surprised but feeling a warm rush going down my body at the sound of his voice. ‘what’s going on?’

he chuckles. ‘can’t you tell?’

i look around and see my arms taped up behind me on a chair and my legs tied together by... something. rope maybe?

‘where am i?’ i ask, even more bewildered.

‘tsk tsk tsk, silly (y/n)-himesama. i’ve kidnapped you, my dear.’ he said. ‘we’re in my mansion right now’

my eyes pop out of their sockets. am i hearing him right?

‘no,’ he corrects himself. ‘we’re in our mansion.’

i can’t help but blush at that suggestion. our mansion?

that’s right, i must be crazy, i think to myself. this is all just a dream, i’m still in school, on the bleachers with my bffs and i fell asleep in our class.

‘this isn’t a dream, darling’ he singsongs, and i feel more warmth flood downwards. god what is wrong with me? turned on in this situation? but can you blame me? who wouldn’t get turned on when the oikawa tooru-sama is standing in front (or behind) them and calling them ‘darling’?

‘w-what- h-h-how?’ i ask him. ‘i was just at school, staring at you play vball in the gym- i mean n-not staring at you- and-‘

he chuckles darkly.

‘i know you were, (y/n)-himesama. that’s why i kidnapped you, because you’re so cute.’

i blush at his words. m-me? cute??? did the oikawa tooru just call me cute?

i suddenly remember what rachelle and sunnie said in p.e. today about being kidnapped, and shudder. god, h-her mind! they’re totally gonna tell me i told you so! when i tell them.

‘b-but, h-how?’ i bit my lip looking at him beneath my lashes, or however anastasia steele did it in too many shades of grey. (it wasn’t actually that bad, but ill never admit it. it’s sorta kinda hot. also pantone says theres only like 37 diff shades so.)

‘i saw you with your friends, and i served a ball at your head knocking you out.’ he explained. suddenly i feel a pang on my head reinforcing what he’s saying.

‘ow...’ i say quietly.

the brunette man built like a god walks into my frame of vision for the first time after waking up and i notice he’s shirtless, all 8pack exposed for me to look at.

(i guess brianna was right, but she’s still a liar that wears green shoes with red socks.)

he comes up to me and kneels in front of me until he’s kneeling in front of me. he carresses my cheek with his hand (the same one he reached out to me earlier that day, pre-kidnapping) and i sigh.

if this is a dream never wake me up. i think to myself.

‘wh-‘ before i can get the words out asking him why me?, he presses a finger to my lips, shushing me.

he looks at me with his brown chocolate orbs, and i get lost in them, counting the stars and constellations in those glowing beautiful orbs that i never thought i could look at so up close. (except in photos i secretly took)

‘i love you, (y/n) (l/n)’ he says.

i fainted.

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𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠

𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒

𝑤𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑟𝑦, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

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i wake up (for the second time that day, god what is up with today?), my eyes still heavy.

‘good morning, darling,’ i hear a voice say, and suddenly i remember everything that’s transpired so far.

(for reference: i crashed into the oikawa tooru-sama this morning, had my phone taken away, and now kidnapped by none other than the oikawa tooru-sama, now in his- no, our mansion.)

‘o-oikawa tooru-sama?’ i stutter out weakly, still groggy.

‘just tooru, my hime-sama.’ he says and i feel my body heating up again.

suddenly, i’m filled with an overwhelming emotion, and the worlds spill out before i can stop them.

‘i love you, t-tooru.’ i stutter on the foreign name, biting my lips (for good measure).

he looks at me, chocolate orbs piercing right into my super dark black pupils, and he starts to cry. i cry too, because he just looks so beautiful, even when he’s crying.

he holds me in his arm and i nuzzle my nose into his neck, smelling his deep chocolatey velvety sweet minty musky scent. he smells so good i could just stay here forever, bathing in the chocolatey velvety sweet minty musk.

‘u-um...’ i start, and he nuzzles his face into my neck some more. i can feel his wet tears on my shoulder... is he still crying??

i try again. ‘u-ummmm...’

he finally looks up at me and i peer into his deep chocolate orbs, feeling him stare intently into my dark block orbs. i wiggle my arms to show him i want him to release them, because if you remember they’re still taped up by like, tape or rope or whatever.

‘o-oh!’ he exclaims and unties them.

i don’t know what came over me but suddenly we’re kissing, our tongues are battling for dominance within our hot wet cavernous mouths, and it’s soooo hot.

he grips my legs and spreads them apart, tongues still fighting a mighty battle, and i see him take out his big massive rock hard member in his hands.

i wrap my legs around him, thankful for the pink (bubblegum pink) and white checkered skirt im wearing today for easy access, and he pushes his hot shaft into my core. i can feel his member in my wet gushy wushy pussy and it feels so good i came.

he cums too.

‘w-will you marry me?’ he looks up at me, his member still inside. i feel tears brimming in my eyes again as I nod.

‘i do.’

༻✧༺

𝑤𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑠

𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦’𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑒’𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔

𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑠𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒

a/n: ta-dah!! the end!!! tankzz 4 readin guyzzzz lawl im thinking of making dis a series so... ;))) tell me who u wana be kidnapped by next! xD

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p.s. da colour i used 4 da lyriczzz is fuschia pink! :3

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heroofpenamstan · 3 years

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—OC PROFILES: JOANNE & MICHAEL

tagged by the lovelies: @shallow-gravy, @shellibisshe, @belorage, @honeysides, @strafethesesinners, @faithchel, @blissfulalchemist! thank you, dears! x since i’m tragically late to the party as per usual, not going to be tagging anyone since i assume most of my mutuals have done it, but if you want to go right ahead and tag me too so i can see! :”)) also, fair warning: 80% of the questions i answered at ungodly hours overmedicated on paracetamol and it shows because re-reading this in the morning was a Yikes

GENERAL

name: joanne burton alias(es): jo, annie ( mike exclusive ), burton, dep, jr. deputy, rook, traitor, sinner, wrath/pain in the ass ( john exclusive ), rabbit ( jacob exclusive ), heinous fucking bitch—( also john exclusive ), black widow ( new dawn au ) gender: cis. female age: 29 birth: 30th october, 1988 place of birth: meridian, idaho spoken languages: english; may or may not recite some hebrew lines over the holidays sexual preference: bisexual occupation(s): junior deputy of hope county, montana/menace to all cultists everywhere ( in a certain radius of said hope county, montana, anyway )

APPEARANCE

eye colour: brown hair colour: black height: 157cm ( 5′2 ), or approximately 7′11 when balancing on michael’s shoulders to peer inside john’s windows scars: split right eyebrow ( thanks, jake ), minor cuts and incorrectly healed bruises and gashes, scarred bullet wound on left hip ( you’re welcome, jake )

FAVOURITE

colour: orange or yellow or cyan, or whatever is more stupidly eye-catching and not at all fit for her current environment song: i’ve been thinking by handsome boy modeling school food: various stir-fries, fruits and protein ( or anything that she claims to be “healthy” when, truly, bitch is one step away from living off of instant noodles and canned pineapple and cigarette buds from dutch’s stash ) drink: beerherbal teas and infusions

HAVE THEY

passed university: no, but passing the police academy was already a pleasant enough surprise for her had sex: today? no. two weeks ago? probably had sex in public: probably said two weeks ago gotten pregnant/ someone else pregnant: yes, but we don’t talk about it kissed a boy: yes ( derogatory ) kissed a girl: yes ( affectionate ) gotten tattoos: yes, loads: most were practice scribbles for her ex-girlfriend, and the only true meaningful one she possesses is lydia, scrawled into her pinky in remembrance. otherwise, john seed do not even engage with that rusty ass tattoo gun— gotten piercings: yes, loads multiplied; if there’s a place for a piercing in her ears, she has them. also, an old septum piercing she hasn’t worn in a hot second been in love: yes, loads squared ( girl rents out her heart on the weekdays and cries about the scratches she notices on saturday, but still repeats it all over again come monday; falling in love for her is easy, but actually loving someone and getting over her self-loathing to do so is a whole different ball game ) stayed up for more than 24 hours: she’s probably on hour 31 as we speak ( someone knock her out pls )

ARE THEY

a virgin: whitehorse has heard enough horror stories in the break room between her and joey to last him a lifetime a cuddler: closeted cuddler, yes a kisser: most definitely; woman has to play up her natural assets scared easily: her response time is too lagged for that jealous easily: depends; she’s more jealous of what she should have/could have/would have had in a general sense than being jealous of a particular person or a thing trustworthy: in her own way, yes dominant: disgustingly so submissive: not in this lifetime in love: very much so single: very much so part 2

RANDOM QUESTIONS (tw for self harm/suicide mention)

have they harmed themselves: yes, but it’s more by means of unintentional yet severe substance abuse thought of suicide: not as often as one would assume; joanne has a very strong sense of self-preservation, but tends to run from her bleak reality by means of one harmful way or the other attempted suicide: once or twice during her lowest points in life wanted to kill someone: on the daily have/had a job: girl had juggled three part-time jobs; there is nothing she fears anymore have any fears: ( see above ) to fall back into old bad habits, loss of control, death, failure, a bad future, poverty, being abandoned and forgotten, long stays at a hospital, the judges, the bliss, the power of john’s hair gel

FAMILY

sibling(s): micah burton ( older brother ) parent(s): abigail burton née belman ( mother ); jim burton ( father ) children: asher seed ( daughter in new dawn au ) significant other: jacob seed ( circumstantial lover/”could do without” mentor/#prisonwife #prisonhusband #imkidding #kinda ) pets: boomer for the cuddles, cheesecake for the throttles ( bitch naturally attracts the judges but will forget her dog 101 and run away like what does she think will happen then?? )

GENERAL

name: michael scott-hughes alias(es): mike, mikey, mickey ( mary may exlusive ), mike the bike/fall’s end’s bicycle, resistance’s poster boy, manwhore, cassanova, the archangel ( joseph exclusive ), the antichrist ( also joseph exclusive ), war dog, hughes boy ( fairgrave exclusive ) gender: cis. male age: 30 birth: 6th july, 1988 place of birth: fall’s end, montana spoken languages: english, russian, basic chinese mandarin and turkish sexual preference: pansexual occupation(s): residential shady, shady man ( international arm’s dealer, most recently demoted to local resistance leader and occasional general goods store co-owner )

APPEARANCE

eye colour: green hair colour: brown height: 181cm ( 5′11 ), and 6ft on tinder jkjk man’s confident enough to not grasp for that extra inch, unlike someone ( john ) scars: heavily burnt left hand ( from trying to fish out his ex girlfriend’s boiling corpse r.i.p. to that steaming puss— ), gash on his right temple, nicely healed gun wound on left shoulder, not so nicely healed amputated right hand ( man’s not having the best time in my canon, is he ), various incorrectly healed cuts and bruises

FAVOURITE

colour: green and rustics song: wild world by yusuf/cat stevens food: unlike the faker above, michael actually likes to cook and eat healthy meals, so anything from salads to veggies to oatmeal to soups will do ( and meat; man’s been a vegetarian for a grand total of 4 days in his entire life ( or 14, if you count the time he got abducted to john’s bunker womp )) drink: sugary drinkswhiskey, fresh juices, “water can be so, so sexy, annie—”

HAVE THEY

passed university: no, though michael really busted his ass to self-educate on subjects that will be beneficial to his line of work had sex: we stopped keeping tabs and numbers nearly ten years ago had sex in public: we stopped blinking at these types of shenanigans nearly ten years ago too gotten pregnant/ someone else pregnant: yes? no? maybe? ( mike’s too afraid to even think about it, but hopes he hasn’t fathered any babies any time soon ) kissed a boy: yes ( affectionate ) kissed a girl: yes ( affectionate² ) gotten tattoos: yes: the sword of damocles on his left inner forearm, intertwined snakes running across his right ribs, a tiny smiley face on his ass lord save him gotten piercings: yes, and everyone hated his attempt to revive the 90s with his lil earring like c’mon you already have a reputation of being a sleaze— been in love: yes, but surprisingly not as many times as one may think ( truthfully, three times: mary may, lana, joanne mary may again ) stayed up for more than 24 hours: sometimes it just cannot be helped

ARE THEY

a virgin: maybe in a past life as an amoeba a cuddler: yes ( try to escape his hold during a summer night i’ll give you 5 bucks if you can break the deadlock ) a kisser: he just exists to smooch at this point scared easily: truthfully, he’s quite desensitized as is, so it’s really hard to truly rock him jealous easily: no; though he might get a bit petty and bitter if someone mentions merle and mary may becuase, like, c’mon, mary—merle briggs? trustworthy: one of his better traits, but past events have shown that boy tends to lose some of his morals for love dominant: yes submissive: yes part 2 man will accommodate and switch it up in love: often single: loosely, often

RANDOM QUESTIONS (tw for self harm/suicide mention)

have they harmed themselves: michael has bad mental health trips stemming from having a lot of insecurities as a child; these may evolve into bad habits and pure recklessness on his part to prove his worth thought of suicide: these thoughts don’t come often, but when they do, it’s harder for him than most to shake them off and recover attempted suicide: once, during the boiling pit incident wanted to kill someone: yes, but it comes more from need than want usually have/had a job: yes, though no retail until he was 30 and stuck providing hope county with slugs and bullets have any fears: loneliness, rejection, abandonment, repercussions and consequences, not being good enough, powerlessness, loss, the angel pit, the process of dying

FAMILY

sibling(s): none, but: jackson hughes ( uncle ) parent(s): jessica hughes née scott ( mother ), david hughes ( father ) girl i have his whole family tree drawn up like you wouldn’t believe children: andrew hughes ( son in new dawn au and maybe canon ) significant other: mary may fairgrave ( childhood sweetheart/awkward ex/once in a rare cosmic event fuck buddy/volatile lovers ) pets: peaches loves him she doesn’t; she just wants to chew on his hair

#tag game #deputy joanne burton #michael s. hughes #oc: get to know jo #oc: build a bicycle #my stuff #far cry 5 oc

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alia-turin-fanfiction · 3 years

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@golden-olea something for you hopefully to satisfy your Aedan needs. Always happy to write more on the subject if interested.

NSFW below.

Aedan opened his eyes, the place was familiar, he couldn’t remember how or why. The forest was something he knew as well as he knew his face in the mirror. So close, so...home. A boy walked out of the woods, blonde hair reaching up to his shoulders, bright blue eyes...he knew the boy, that was him.

“What…” the boy passed just next to him and did not hear him. What was going on? The kid continued walking to the house nearby, Aedan followed. He didn’t remember that moment in particular, but he somehow knew it.

There was a woman in the house, her long golden hair reaching up to her waist. She turned around as the boy walked in, smiled warmly and took the rabbits from him.

“Your father will be proud.” she said.

His father was fighting somewhere, Aedan remembered how much he begged him as a child to take him away.

Show me who you are.

A voice.

He felt a presence but couldn’t identify what.

He looked around but didn’t see anyone. It felt like...someone was behind him but every time he looked back, there was no one.

Show me who you are.

He opened his eyes. Different house, no forest, big barren field. A boy, barely a teenager, longer golden hair falling past his shoulders. He was saddling a horse. A man walked to him, messy silver hair covered his head, sharp blue eyes were now watery, defeated.

“You can’t win with that horse.” his father placed a hand on the horse’s neck.

“You can’t grow crops here, but here we are.” The words were bitter and now Aedan can see they wounded his old man, but he didn’t know it then. He had been frustrated, working hard and getting nothing in return. His father made a better soldier than farmer, and so was true for Aedan.

This is not who you are. Show me who you are.

That presence again.

Aedan opened his eyes. Horse race. The blonde boy was the same age as in the previous memory, he knew that had happened just hours later. He jumped off the animal, people cheering, the other riders looking at him in disbelief.

“That was a good ride, son.” a man in cavalry boots approached him. The boy smiled, he was high on adrenaline. “You ride as if you were born on a horse, your poor mother.”

The boy was too young to understand the joke, too young to be racing, too young to have this conversation. Aedan wanted to scream at himself and tell himself to walk away, have that conversation three years later, not now. He wanted to tell the boy that he needs to fall in love, live some more before he gave his life away.

The boy nodded, too proud with himself, his arrogance and confidence already beyond anyone’s control.

“Do you want to be a cavalryman, son?” the older elf asked and the teenager’s eyes lit. All his life he had wanted to be a soldier like his father, he could be a cavalryman, he could be better than his father.

He was too young, but no one was there to tell him that.

“What is the point of that?” he screamed at the invisible presence but all he got in response was laughter.

When he opened his eyes again, the boy was older, just a couple of years, still foolish, still a teenager, not even a man.

No.

He had already earned some scars, already seen a good friend die, lost a horse, that hurt more. There was a girl in the room. Aedan could still remember the smell of her hair even after so many years. She watched as the boy walked in. Warm brown eyes filled with...what? He didn’t know then, he knew now.

The boy smiled and walked toward her, grabbed her face in his hands, but she stepped away.

“You can’t do that. We need to talk.” she said, he didn’t care.

“Do what?” The arrogant smile on his lips never disappeared and he stepped closer again, trying to pull her in his arms, but she walked away, further from him.

“I’m not a whore, you can’t be gone for months and then come back for a night, then be gone again and come back for a night.” he didn’t understand her words then, he wasn’t sure he understood them now. “I love you, but I need you for more than a night every few months.”

Aedan remembered that her words lit a fire in him that he couldn’t understand. Rejection turned into anger and malice. If he were older he would have understood, he understood now, but then? He was a boy living a man’s life. He wasn’t ready.

“We are all whores my dear, we just sell different parts of us.” his arrogant smile changed to something more vicious. “I sell my skills, you...well the best parts of you.”

She slapped him, Aedan actually did not remember that. He remembered what followed.

“Eilis, are you okay?” a man walked in from the other room. The boy tilted his head.

“As I said, selling the best parts of yourself.” he walked out, not a word. The fool he was, none of that was what it seemed.

That hurt. He had hurt himself, all that could have been avoided. He had met her years later. She had a family, a son, he had his sword and his horse, they both seemed happy even if he wished she was in his life.

Nothing was the same afterwards. Different women followed, different rooms, sometimes he didn’t even need a room. Never in the same bed unless it was his own and he was alone.

“Not funny whoever you are.” he was trying to figure out what was going on. It felt like dreaming, was he dreaming? Maybe. He could however feel. There was this presence, unnerving, like an enemy that sneaked way too close. There was also sensation, as if his wrists and feet were not getting enough blood. He looked down, but there was nothing to see.

He opened his eyes. He was in the training yard…

The teenager was a young man, way too young. Aedan could see the anger, fists tight, the fire in his eyes burning like nothing before. His gaze was fixed on an older man training further away. Aedan wanted to slap himself, it was the day he was told he cannot lead and that some lordling from Tir na Lia will be their new leader. He had just seen his captain die, in his arms, and now this dark haired man who was no one to any of them had to lead.

He walked to the lordling, when something made him look to his right and duck. His attacker missed the young man and his punch hit the new captain right in the chest.

The young man stepped away, it was the blacksmith. The man was not phased at all that he just hit the lordling, but turned around and launched again.

“You bastard!” the blacksmith shouted as the young man pulled a knife.

“My mother would be surprised to hear that.'' The man was about to punch him but then a figure moved between the two of them, placing one hand on the backsmith’s shoulder, another grabbing the the young man’s hand so he couldn’t move.

“What is going on here?” his captain’s emerald eyes moving between the two.

“He slept with my sister!” the man roared.

“I would apologize, but she seemed happy to me.” The young man grinned.

Aedan actually laughed. The blacksmith punching Eredin instead of him was among his favorite moments in life. Especially because it was over something so silly. He hated Eredin then,

He was in the forest again, the young man was on the ground bleeding, his leg had been shot by an arrow, he pulled it out, but the blood was just pouring.

Eredin rushed to him, his shoulder was bleeding, Aedan noticed that just now. His captain applied pressure on the wound, the younger man almost losing consciousness but he did not make a sound.

“Pouch at the back.” Eredin said and the young man reached there pulling a potion that the captain poured on his leg.

“Where is your horse?” Eredin asked.

He pointed back to the animal, heavy breathing suddenly filled the air, the horse was dying.

Eredin reached for his knife, but the young man stopped him. He stood up and walked to the animal. It wasn’t his first time when he had to do it, but it was never easier. He could drive his knife in a man’s heart while watching him in the eyes, he could never do that with a horse. The young man knelt, found the heart and pushed his knife in. It was quick and bloody.

“We need to move.” Eredin gave him his hand. “The rest should be south of here.”

“Never got used to the horses dying.” the young man walked like a drunk man, he had lost too much blood. “I’m okay with men dying, I don't like it, but I get over it. The horses get to me. I won’t be sad if you die lordling”

Eredin turned toward him with a raised eyebrow.

“No offence lordling, but why are you here? Daddy didn’t love you? Need something to brag to your lordly friends in Tir na Lia?” no answer. “I mean I appreciate the help and all, I probably would have bled to death but…”

“Do you ever shut up?” Eredin stopped and turned around. The young man stood in his place even. Aedan had to admire himself, knowing what he knew now about Eredin, he was lucky he was alive.

“No.” he finally answered with a smile.

“Fall in line. Or don’t. I don’t care. I can make you and I can break you, up to you.”

This was not your home. How did you get there, I see who you are, show me how you found the place. We don’t have time That presence again...they didn’t have time for...what?

Aedan opened his eyes, he walked through the portal, his whole body shaking from the jolt. He rubbed the ring on his left index finger, the gemstone missing.

He woke up.

As his consciousness started coming to him again he groaned, unable to move. His eyes were looking at an unfamiliar ceiling. He wanted to rub his forehead, maybe that will force the headache away, but as he tried to move his arm he felt it bound. He looked to where his hand was, his wrists were tied to the bedpost with ribbons. His brain was working now faster he looked around, he could not recognize the room. Stone walls, dark grey colour almost black in places? Bed in the center of the room, interesting choice, dresser in one end of the room. His shirt was gone, he had only his pants on, even his boots were gone. He tried to remember how he got himself in this situation but he couldn’t. Last thing he remembered was going trough a portal. He didn’t even recall where the portal led.

He pulled on the ribbons again with all his strength, he could see the veins on his arms filling with blood as he put all his power into it but as fragile as the bonds looked they did not move, just dug deeper in his skin.

“Welcome.” He didn't see the woman until she spoke, she was behind him and then walked around the bed. Aedan stared at her, she had a small frame, shorter than him, if he could stand up she would probably reach to his chest or below. Her hair was raven black falling down her back, a golden tiara placed on her head, her body was covered in a sheer black dress that was leaving nothing for his imagination. She moved with confidence he had seen in a few others. She wasn’t elf, but her features were not entirely human either, more elegant, more refined...more beautiful.

“I usually don’t complain when women tie me to a bed, but asking me first would have been nice.” he forced a smile on his lips, but he wasn’t really in a playful mood. Whoever she was, she tied him to that bed, and that ribbon was pure magic otherwise he would be able to tear it. What bothered him more was he couldn’t even remember himself being captured or even walking into that building, whatever it was. He remembered walking through the portal and then...nothing. He dreamt and he woke up here.

“I saw who you are.” she ran a finger over his forearm tracing one of the visible veins, she moved slowly to his biceps and then his shoulder. His body tensed, there was no malice in her action, if it wasn’t for the confusion he would probably even find it erotic, but he had to wonder how long before she pulled a knife.

“Do I need to pay extra for it?” Aedan pulled again on his restraints, the muscles on his shoulders tightening under her fingers, but the ribbons did not move. “I’m more fun with my hands free.”

“You are a beast.'' She moved her hand from his shoulder and traced a scar on the right side of his chest. “I saw how you fight.” her fingers reaching to the side of his ribcage and tracing the fine lines of his tattoo there, horse standing on its feet and breathing fire. “Is that your god?”

“No.” he looked around trying to find something that might help him.. There was a fountain in the furthest corner that he did not see before but he wasn’t sure where the water came from. “I think you owe me at least your name, given how helpless I am.”

“You have never been helpless, Aedan, even when you were bleeding in the woods and you needed your friend to help you. Or was he your enemy then? Hard to say with these memories.” the woman looked at him as she spoke, copper eyes pinned on his as if she was looking in his soul. Just now he realized it. The presence in his dreams, that was her. She was that voice in his head. “My name is Fay, I’m the Queen of this world.” He looked at her as she continued tracing his body, her small gentle fingers tracing another scar on his abdomen, until she stopped at his belt. “Why are you here?”

“You tell me, your highness, I’m tied to a bed” Aedan smiled in the way that always got him what he wanted and he could see the curiosity in her eyes.

“I don’t mean you.” she pointed at him. “I mean your kind. You are just the hunting dog, loyal, good at what it does.”

“If I am a dog, why are you looking at me the way you are?” He smiled at her again, but this time his eyes were not fixed on hers, he was looking at her body fully aware she knew what he was staring at. “Release me, I won’t hurt you. You have my word.”

“I saw what your kind does to other worlds.” she stepped closer to his head again. “You are here to conquer and take.”

“Not always.” it was true, they didn’t always do that, it just so happened he was a soldier and soldiers usually didn’t go on exploration. “A predator will always hunt a prey, no matter the prey. You don’t strike me as prey.” He wasn’t coy with her, she was half his size, but she probably knew magic that could unmake him.

“My people are.” That was the first time he sensed any emotion in her voice. It wasn’t fear, probably concern or something stronger. She cared. “If I free you, do you promise to leave my people alone.”

“Yes.” he couldn’t do that, in fact he had no idea if her people were of any interest to Eredin. He didn’t remember. He was going to cross that bridge when he came to it.

“If you are lying to me I will curse you.” she placed her hand on the ribbon over his wrist, her skin felt so warm. He wasn’t really lying. He wouldn’t hurt her people, now Eredin and the rest were a different story.

“What’s one more curse to the list?” he tugged on the restraints and he felt them lighter. He pulled again using all his strength and the ribbons tore, freeing his arms. Aedan pulled himself up and untied the ribbons around his feet and then he sat on the bed. The woman had stepped back watching him carefully. She was a witch that much he knew, he couldn’t kill her even if he wanted to. “What now, Your Highness?” he had no idea what to do...or where he was. He knew he had to find Eredin and the rest, but where? For all he knew they might not be here anymore. No. Eredin would not leave his men behind until he found at least a corpse.

“Do you want me?” Aedan almost choked as he heard her question. He wasn’t shy by any standard and it was not like the first time a woman asked him that, but a moment ago he was tied to a bed, now...and the confidence in her voice...no shyness, no embarrassment.

“Where is your king, Queen Fay?” he got up and stretched, his body felt as if he had been sleeping for days, it was good to feel his muscles. He stretched every single part on his torso, not failing to notice the way she watched him.

“Does a Queen need a King? I cannot rule over this place alone?” she stepped toward him, her voice harsh now, she found his words offensive and they were not meant as such.

“In my experience they go in pairs. Need? No. Can you rule alone? I’m sure you can, you tied me to that bed and you are half my size.” She was close enough to him and he touched her face, her skin softer than anything his fingers had caressed. “Kings have other uses.” He didn't care about that, he did not want to be stabbed in the back as he was too lost in his own pleasure. He placed his thumb on her lips, he wanted to kiss her. She was beautiful, but there was magic around her, something that attracted him in a way he could not explain. He had been in love a long time ago, that was not love, but it was an attraction like he had not felt.

“What if there is? I have seen your memories, you are not really worried about stepping on another man’s territory.” she wrapped her small fingers around his hand and pushed his thumb in her mouth, her tongue rubbing against his skin, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked.

“Never knowingly and I avoid it when I can.” That wasn’t a lie, there were things even he wouldn’t do.

Aedan pulled his hand away from her mouth and she looked at him confused. He didn’t give her a chance to think about it, his hands were at the collar for her dress, gripping it as hard as he could before he tore the fabric.

“Animal.” she hissed at him teasingly.

“You knew that before you asked.” he watched the torn dress fall at her feet, her body was absolute perfection. She reached for his belt but she grabbed her hand and pulled it away. “No, Highness, you have been playing games with me all day, it’s my turn.” Her head was barely reaching his shoulders. He grabbed her throat, but he didn’t squeeze, applied enough pressure to remind her he was there. Her eyes fixed on him with so much confidence, someone else in her place would be alarmed, her reaction excited him more than her naked figure. He could break her neck easily like that, so thin and fragile under his grip, she probably won’t even be able to cast a spell.

“I want you.” he watched every sound leave her mouth.

He leaned forward to kiss her deeply, stealing the air from her. She moaned as he pushed her a step back, and then another one, until her back hit the cold wall next to the door. Aedan might be losing himself but his instincts were still working for now. He turned her around, her hands pressing against the wall and her back against his already hard cock.

“I think you are about to beg.” she turned her head so she could see him but Aedan smiled. He could wait. He leaned forward and moved her long hair to the side revealing her thin neck and elegant shoulders. He placed a kiss just below her ear, one arm wrapping around her body, his hand easily finding her breast and pinching a nipple making her moan and jerk herself toward him. His fingers didn’t stop playing with her sensitive skin as his other hand found its way between her legs, feeling the wetness and the heat. He ran a finger over her clit, gently, easily until he pushed a finger in her, slowly circling inside, enough to allow her to feel him, but not enough to please.

“Is it me who turned you on?” he nipped on her neck leaving a red mark. “Or the thought that I am below you and I’m about to do you dirty?” he bit again, lower harder. Her copper eyes looked at him surprised. He knew she had seen who he was, just a random boy, he was no king, not a nobleman, he was even bad at helping his dad with the crops, no talent for this sort of work, just very good hunter and killer and now she was his prey.

He pulled his finger out of her moving back to her clit, he made soft circles until he felt her relax and then increased the pressure. She gasped, her nails scratching against the wall.

“His Highness must be negligent.” he whispered in her ear then bit the earlobe, his fingers dripping down to her entrance but he didn’t push it, just rubbed the wetness he found all over. “You are a mess, Your Highness.” he teased her, his fingers just circling her entrance until he finally pushed two of them inside. He felt her stretching, her body jerking in pleasure in his embrace. He wasn’t slow this time, but his pace was nowhere near what he thought would make her come in his arms. He constantly changed the pace, going from faster to slower, curling his fingers in her or just using them to stretch her further, she groaned in frustration and he smiled.

“You will pay for that.” she said as he pulled his fingers out of her. Aedan almost laughed as he moved his fingers back to her clit, but he moved slowly knowing that was not what she wanted.

He stepped away, she turned around looking at him angry, he was chuckling, he could kill for the look she was giving him.

“What is it, Your Highness?” He teased his, eyes drinking her flushed body, wanting to take her right now against the wall.

“Insolent…” he leaned forward and kissed her before she could finish. As he pulled from her she gasped for breath. “On your knees.”

Aedan looked at her with all the arrogance in his body, he obeyed, he was going to give her as much. His eyes fixed on hers as he went on his knees, she reached for his head, but he was not going to allow her that. He placed his hand on her stomach and pushed her against the wall, before she could understand what was happening he reached for her legs and lifted her with ease, placing her legs on his shoulders and pushing her against the wall. His mouth was just where his fingers had been a second ago. He was no longer in the mood for teasing, he licked a long stripe before his tongue started mercilessly working on and around her clit, his mouth sucking as his fingers dug in her flesh trying to keep her stable on his shoulders. Her fingers dig in his hair trying to maintain some control, but the pose did not allow her to do anything more than that. Aedan knew that frustrated her, but she was too far lost in her pleasure to complain. Her legs tighten around his head, he knew she was close but he didn’t stop, his tongue had found that one sweet stop and he was moving mercilessly as she came around him, body shaking as he increased his grip so she didn’t fall. He gave her a second to calm before he placed one final lick, her body shivering from the sensitivity. He let her step on the ground gently and he got up as well, towering over her small frame.

“You are absolute mess, Highness.” he reached to adjust the tiara on her head mockingly. “My mess.” his voice was husky and lit a fire in her eyes he had not seen yet, she slapped him. Aedan’s head turning to the side, more for dramatic effect rather than from her strength. He ran his finger through his jaw, then turned around bending down and lifting her up against the wall. “I will nail you to that wall.'' He moved one hand away, he was strong enough to support her with just one arm. He unbuckled his belt, letting his pants hall around his ankles. He didn’t give her a warning as he pushed his length in her, slowly, but her tightness and wetness around him was so much that he barely could control himself. He stopped halfway, looking in her eyes, making sure she was well. She had bitten her lips but her eyes were fixed on him pleading to go further. It was all he needed. He had no idea it was a spell or just her, but he couldn’t stop the most animalistic instincts in himself. He picked up a harsh rhythm, his fingers leaving bruises where they dug into her skin. As he found the right spot in her he moved faster and harder, her moans filling the room. He couldn’t get enough of the way he felt and the way she was just falling to pieces in his arms.

“Touch yourself highness.” he chuckled as he said that her eyes shooting him a surprised look. “It’s an order.” he said teasingly and stopped his move, his cock sheltered deep in her, but he did not move.

“Insolent dog.” she hissed at him.

“And I’m still balls deep in you.” he used again one hand to support her as he reached for hers, his large palm guiding her fingers where the two of them were connected. He waited. Her fingers started slowly circling around her clit. “Good girl.” He started moving in her again, as fast as he had been just a moment ago. Both of his hands back on her hips, holding her tight as his rhythm was becoming more uneven, his hips crashing against hers and pushing her to the wall. He was getting close and he could feel her fingers trying to get her faster over the edge. He felt her tighten around him, hard, he couldn’t control it anymore, his own orgasm hitting him with force, he came harder than he had in years, the whole room suddenly spinning as he had to put whatever little effort he had into holding her.

A moment passed and he stepped back, pulling out of her letting her legs step on the ground gently. Fay’s back was pressed against the wall, she was breathing heavily, her breast raising and falling with each gasp for air, the same way his chats and abs were moving as he was trying to even his breaths.

Aedan reached to pull his pants up when he felt a smirk.

“A pity.” she said as he was tightening his belt. “You are quite a sight without your pants.”

“First time is free, second time will cost you.” he chuckled. “Now I will need my shirt and my armor.” He didn’t mind a second time. Or a third. He had not felt so attracted to a woman in very long time, even if in this case it was only physical.

She just smiled and walked to the nearby dresser, slowly opening it, his eyes not leaving her naked shape. She wrapped herself in a robe and tossed something at him. His shirt. He put it on, wondering where the rest of his things were. Sword, knife, bow, armor…

“So business-like.” she turned toward him with a teasing smile. “And you were all charm prior to that.”

“I’m still charming. I’m just not stupid.” he knew whatever that was it was just a game. A good game, he liked it, but he had to find a way out of here, and she had to do whatever she had to do. No pint to lie to himself even if sex had been good and he liked the little dominance dance they did. Maybe if there were next time he would allow her to tie him again. He wanted to see her small body move as she fucked herself on him.

“Come.” she made a sign with her hand for him to follow as she walked to the random fountain in the room. “If you look into it, you can see your future.”

“I prefer surprises.” Despite his words he looked down. It wasn’t really curiosity that drove him, more like someone saying look and you feel the need to look. He saw a stone wall, a room, not familiar, he had never seen this place, a man with a sword in front of him, Aedan flicked his knife in hand. The vision vanished.

“This is where you die.” she said, concern in her face. “Hundreds of years from now.”

“We all will die one day, if it’s a sword that kills me, so be it.” He had made his peace with that a long time ago. He wrote his goodbye letter to his father when he was just a month in the cavalry, a stupid kid, at that point not even sure how a naked woman looked like, but he wrote his last words, they had not changed much since then even if he revised the letter every year or so.

“You can stay here, just the two of us.” she placed a hand on his chest, her touch bringing back memories of what they did just minutes ago. His eyes looked at the bed behind her. His thought was interrupted by the sound of horses. “Your friends found you it seems.” She looked at him and she looked at the window. Aedan wasn’t sure what to do. Grab her? Just wait and see how that played out?

Steps followed, the door opened, Ciaran walked in first, sword in hand, Eredin followed. His general lifted his sword and pointed it at Fay, she wasn’t moving, she wasn’t a threat, but Eredin did it all the same.

“Aedan.” The dark haired man greeted him. “I see you are alive. Want to introduce us?”

“You are not welcome in my home soldier.” Fay spoke before he could even open his mouth.

“You have something that belongs to me.” Eredin pointed at Aedan with his sword; it wasn’t a threat just making sure they were all clear where they stood. “You also killed two of my men.”

Aedan looked at her confused, two of his men? A memory came to him, he was in the woods, scouting, there were two others with him, yes. A bright light, so bright that everything turned black. Then he woke up in the bed. Yes, there were two others with him. She killed them?

“He is lying.” Fay turned to Aedan, her eyes pleading with him. “I never saw your men. Someone else did it.”

“She is a witch.” someone spoke but Aedan couldn’t recognize the voice, it was all the same.

“You can stay here. Stay with me.” she ran a hand down her body, over her breast and stopped at her belly. “You will not lose your head here.”

“No.” Aedan took a step back, it was probably the second hardest thing he had done in his life. He saw Eredin chuckle, a knife flew out of somewhere, Fay disappeared in front of him, a bunch of black feathers spread in the air as if a pillow was opened, but the woman was gone without a trace as if she was never in the room.

“Damn it.” someone swore but all he could do was watch the father as he grabbed one. Raven feathers.

“Aedan.” Eredin was now in front of him, he never noticed the man moving. “You are drugged.” his general said as he held his jaw with a hand and turned his head left to right. “What happened?”

“I…” he couldn’t tell him what happened, that would be awkward. He went for the next thing he remembered. “I don’t recall.”

“You were gone for two days.” was that concern in Eredin’s voice. “You don't remember anything?” Aedan shook his head. He really did not remember anything that happened today. He looked at the feather. Beside that. He remembered that.

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