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seaweedroll · 2 years

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Her dearest friend. Part 3.

A/N: Things are getting steamy in King Landing! Y/N is exploring her awakening sexuality and Aemond is there to show her things. I feel so bad for Aegon so I will have to make him to something really bad in the next chapter or else!

The next day the rain came and with the shift of the weather, the mood in the Red Keep shifted. Joy and excitement were replaced by strange uneasiness, anticipation hung heavy in the air.

Y/N caught a cold after her night swim. She did not leave her room for three days and refused to see anyone even her father. People at court worried what had happened to the little flower.

Ayeden Stark knew that his daughter was struck by melancholy after their conversation. He did not expect such reaction to his words and that worried him even more. What if she realised that she too has feelings for the Targaryen boys? What if Aemond demands her hand? She will become green ally when the Starks swore to Princess Rhaenyra. She would betray her family and put herself in a terrible danger. If she married Tyland Lannister, she would be sent to Casterly Rock, an impenetrable fortress where she would be guarded by the finest soldiers. High Garden was an option too. Yes, High Garden. He must send a raven at once.

Aegon sank back into his cups and went galivanting to the most deprived and perverted parts of King’s Landing. Perhaps if he drank enough, he would be able to forget seeing Y/N kissing his brother, his hands on her almost naked body, him following her back to the castle. Aegon wanted to ask her, get on his knees, and beg to tell him that that kiss meant nothing, and he was the one for her not his baby brother. But she was hiding in her room, torturing him by depriving him of seeing her, talking to her so he settled for fucking whores that resembled her.

Aemond was losing sleep. He did not expect her to reciprocate his feeling so quickly; he was ready for months of courting, of making her fall in love with him to the point the thought of them being apart physically hurt. But she said she needed him, her words like music to her and so he would do everything to get her.

The prince knew Y/N father was planning to betroth her to the pompous Lannister lord so he had to act fast.

‘Mother, can I speak with you?’ silver haired prince entered Queen’s chambers.

‘What is it, Aemond?’ she gave him a small smile.

‘I came to ask for you support. I intend to ask for lady Y/N’s hand’ his words were firm.

‘She is a lovely lady’ Alicent approached her son. ‘I know you two are good friends’ she gave him a knowing smile, ‘but I would ask you to wait for a little longer. We need Lord Stark’s full attention to the state matters. I will make sure Lord Lannister keeps his distance’ she spoke before Aemond could argue. ‘You have my word, my dear son’.

The conversation with his mother gave him hope. As much as he wanted to demand Y/N to be married to him straight away, Aemond understood how difficult the political climate was at the moment. He would never deliberately do anything to put his family at risk or make a move that could cause war. Many thought Aemond would be a better king than Aegon and that was the truth.

On the fourth day, Y/N finally left her chambers and went for a wander around the castle, rediscovering nooks, and crannies she explored as a child. She was calmer now; her dreams were less vivid than three days ago. The dreams that made her folds glister, her hands explore her body only to wake up moaning, screaming Aemond’s name. In her dreams he would rip off her dress take her on his desk, against the wall in the dark hallways, on the throne where everyone watched. Surely, it was due to her fever. Proper ladies could never dream of such things otherwise.

As she approached west wing, she heard loud voices arguing and a hard slap of hand against the skin.

‘You are no son of mine’ Alicent’s word were harsh as she turned on her heel and left Aegon chambers, not noticing Y/N hiding behind the pillar. In the chamber she heard Aegon weep, so she rushed towards him without a second thought.

Under the silk covers, a white hair prince sobbed, his beautiful features twisted by deep pain, that slowly ate his soul away. There was no hope for him, no mercy of the Seven. He wished to die right then and there until he felt a feather like touch brushing off unruly curls off his face. Aegon looked up and saw Y/N, her eyes soft with worry.

‘Y/N? What are you doing here?’ he blinked the tears away.

‘I heard screaming…’ she wouldn’t dare to look at him. ‘Aegon, I heard what your mother said. She didn’t mean it. We all say things we don’t mean when we get angry’ she stroked his hair trying to convince him.

‘But she did’ he laughed bitterly, sitting up. ‘She wishes for Aemond to be the king. He is a better warrior; a better scholar - he has read every book in the library. That little fucker is trying to take away you too’ he spat his distaste for his younger brother. ‘Everyone in my family hates me’.

‘They don’t hate you, Aegon. But you make it hard to like you when you only show them your dark side. If they knew the Aegon I know…’

‘They would still hate me’ he got up, his naked frame making Y/N blush and cover her eyes.

‘I must go’ she tried to leave whilst still covering her eyes.

‘I’m decent’ he laughed as Y/N bumped into his chest covered by a night shirt. Instantly, he pulled her into a loving embrace, savouring the moment. ‘You look adorable when you blush’ he cupped her face and made her look up.

‘I need to go. I cannot be seen in your chambers’ she tried to pull away, but his grip was strong.

‘I wish you would stay. Forever’ Aegon smiled and leaned in to kiss her. He poured all his love and devotion into it, a prayer to the goddess of love. Alas, she rejected him, her delicate hands shoving him off her and eyes shooting daggers at her.

‘You must never do that again. You’re married to Helaena. She doesn’t deserve such betrayal’ Y/N warned him and rushed out, cursing her for not listening to her father.

Aegon didn’t try to stop her. He touched his lips, trying to imprint the feeling of her lips forever. And then something snapped in him – a memory of one kiss won’t be enough. He needed more and more in other ways. Y/N like any Stark had high morals and unbreakable loyalty to people she cared. Good thing that Aegon didn’t have any morals and as a crown prince he was used to getting what he wanted. And he would stop at nothing until he did.

A week or so has passed before Y/N was fully immersed in court things again. She spent a lot of time with young ladies giggling and gossiping about eligible men they wanted to marry.

‘I want lord Baratheon to make me his lady wife. Oh, just imagine those strong arms holding you close’ lady Jeyne jokingly wrapped her arms around herself.

‘But he is a brute that can barely read?’ Y/N raised her eyebrow.

‘I don’t think we would be reading much anyway’ Jeyne winked at her.

‘I would want someone intelligent, like my father’ Y/N took a sip from her cup. ‘Someone who’s interested in books, philosophy. A scholar’ she pondered.

‘Prince Aemond is a scholar. Rumour has it he’s read every book in the library’ Leyane hinted casually looking to coax out a response from Y/N.

‘But he is hideous! That scar!’ Jeyne couldn’t hide her disgust.

‘That’s your prince you’re talking about’ Y/N warned.

‘But you wish he was your prince’ Leyane teased.

‘Why not?’ Y/N admitted casually, annoyed by their obvious attempts to get something they could gossip about later. ‘He’s tall and handsome. And could take any of your dream boys down. And he can read’ Y/N teased.

‘But does he know you to kiss you there? Make you feel so good’ Anysa, the quietest of the group finally spoke.

‘Anysa! You cannot lay with a man before you’re married!’

‘You said anything about laying’ the dark-haired lady smirked.

‘But how would y…’ Y/N was interrupted by a Septa summoning young ladies back to the castle. Y/N excused herself to wander around the gardens and think about those special kisses Anysa mentioned.

Lost in her thoughts, she bumped into someone’s firm chest. Of course, it was Aemond. He would always appear whenever she was having impure thoughts, perhaps, as a test from the gods.

‘What are you doing here?’ she blurted, slightly inebriated from the Dornish wine.

‘Oh I was just… reading’ he smirked. ‘And why are you wandering the gardens alone, my lady?’

‘Fresh air helps me think’.

‘Hmm’ he smirked again. ‘What were you thinking about, my beauty?’

‘About the special kisses…down there’ she whispered her dirty secret to her prince who was taken aback by her forwardness. Oh, she truly was a test from gods to see how far his impure thoughts would take him. ‘Can you tell me about them, my prince?’ she blushed.

‘I can show you, my lady’ he leaned in to kiss her. ‘Let’s find somewhere more private’ he took her hand, and she gladly followed him.

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hapan-in-exile · 1 year

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Volume 2 - Post #2: Performance Art

Another installment in this ongoing serialized fanfic

Genre: Mandalorian x Fem Reader

Total word count: 1.7K (of 21K total in Volume 2)

Rating: Explicit - smut, language, +18 *NSFW*

A/N: this post includes toxic dom/sub sex dynamics and some verbal degradation (not intended to reflect consenting BDSM scening which involves aftercare)

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II. Held tightly to Mando’s chest, the beads of your dress pinch into the soft curve of your back. The press of cold steel against your bare skin sends another shiver through you.

Or it could just be the thrill of having him this close that makes you tremble. Despite the rigid Beskar and surging adrenaline…it felt like a homecoming to be wrapped between his arms again, surrounded by the musk of leather and tang of iron.

You take shallow, silent breaths in through your nostrils and remind yourself that the Mandalorian is hiding you both from imminent danger. Erenada, please let the tangle of vines be thick enough to keep you from being spotted. You don’t have a better option. There isn’t time to run.

“Uh, Sector Nine?”

The tiny speaker embedded in the guard's headset might as well be a megaphone the way it echoed against the stone colonnades.

“That’s...um…not an animal. Stand down for a code BDE—”

Panicking, you drop the headset and crush the earpiece under your heel.

Mando squeezes his hand—harder—over your mouth in a signal to stay quiet.

The crunch of gravel grows closer as a woman dressed all in gold runs playfully into view.

“I wore this for you, you know…” she purrs over her shoulder. A tall, well-muscled man in an elegant waistcoat saunters along the garden path to stand beside her.

“Shameless.” He teases, stroking the length of her exposed back. “You might as well be naked.”

The shimmering gown is strikingly similar to the one you’re wearing—cut high and low in all the right places.

Is that what Mando would think when he saw you? That you look shameless?

He stands behind you, solid as a statue, but beneath the weathered seams of these gloves is a man with warm hands and fingers that might come alive. How easy it would be to slide them into the gaping neckline of your dress.

Then it occurs to you that that is exactly what this couple is here to do. From behind a curtain of trailing blossoms and deep shadows, you and Mando remain obscured from their line of sight.

They, however, were on full display.

“Just feeling your eyes on me makes me so wet.” The woman says in a low, sultry voice, gripping her lover by the wrist and placing his hand between her thighs. He let out a satisfied moan as he reached deeper.

“Is jealousy such a turn-on for you?”

“Let’s find out.”

She frees herself to walk backward, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she leans a slender arm against one of the ornate stone benches nestled between the hedgerows—mere feet from where Mando holds you out of sight.

“Make me feel helpless,” she sighs.

And you have to admit that she’s got the sex kitten voice down pat. You’d have a hard time saying no to a voice like that.

“Bend over,” he responds gruffly, “and wait there like a good girl.”

This prompts your eyes to roll into the back of your head, but she instantly obeys, placing one knee on the bench seat while gripping the backrest with both hands. Her spine curves into a deep bow, presenting herself in anticipation.

Of all the things to bear witness to tonight!

Stepping behind her, the man pulls at the intricate knots of silky string to slip the hem of her dress over her buttocks.

“So shameless,” he says in a sharp whisper. “You know how many cameras are probably pointed at you right now?”

The irony is that, thanks to Nito, the answer is none. There wasn’t a single camera to capture this moment. Instead, a looped feed of nothing and nobody displayed over the security feed at three-minute intervals.

“Maybe you should spank me—since I’ve been so very bad.”

“Careful what you wish for," he growls. "If you’re going to act like a slut, I’ll fuck you like one.”

Wow. Okay, you’re generally not one for alpha male dom talk, but these two are very skilled practitioners of the genre. The startled gasp she makes when he thrusts his fingers inside her is both feral and artfully languid.

“Nnnngh! I want to feel every inch of you inside me,” she moans through gritted teeth. “Spread my legs and make me weak.”

"Are you that desperate for it?” He chuckles, parting her cheeks and running his tongue over the entire length of her…she practically screams in ecstasy.

The sound makes your stomach clench. Your face flushes with heat.

Searching for relief, you turn ever so slightly to press your ear against the cold Beskar. Mando remains stoic as a sentinel, but surely, even a Mandalorian was not immune to the power of this woman’s keening.

"Better be quiet if you don't want to get caught.”

She had certainly cast a potent spell over this man. When he reaches a hand down his pants to free himself, it's clear from his towering erection just how aroused he is.

“What do you think my men would do to you if they found you like this?” He pushes her legs further apart. “They’d all want a turn.”

Of course. He was some general or admiral sneaking off to fuck his mistress. Well, she was earning her rent money tonight with this performance.

“No one else makes me feel like you do.”

“Then show me how much you can take,” he orders, his voice full of prurient desire. “Give me your arm.”

With one hand, he secures her elbow behind her back. The other, he buries in her loose silver hair, gripping hard.

“Ruin me! I don’t want to walk straight after this.”

That’s when the sound of guttural moans and slapping skin really picks up. Each knock of their hips clashes together in tandem with a series of ragged cries.

When he reaches around her shoulders to pull her flush against his chest, it doesn’t escape your notice that they’re fucking in the identical position you are standing in, with Mando behind, pressed against the length of your body.

After spending years living in army barracks and field camps, you have plenty of practice pretending that you can’t hear the people having sex three feet away from you. The Mandalorian had been a warrior most of his life, so maybe the same was true for him, too.

Still, you're impressed with Mando’s resolve. Despite the fact that there was about a centimeter of fabric separating you from his cock, you haven’t felt so much as a twinge.

You, on the other hand, are losing the battle. Thank the gods for your internal genitalia, which are sopping wet right now, but he wouldn’t know it. It takes every ounce of willpower to keep yourself from leaning into him, to press yourself further into the bowl of his hips and guide his hands over your pinched nipples to squeeze your breasts.

Which just served as an uncomfortable reminder that things are awkward enough between you and the Mandalorian at the moment. It’s the first time you’ve been this close to him in the week since you sort of—maybe—revealed your desire to cram his dick down your throat.

Before, he’d indulge your coy flirtations with an amused impatience. But lately…he was not amused. He was just distant.

When it came time for your flying lessons, all fantasies of sitting in his lap evaporated the instant he started barking commands at you. Any other flight instructor would have immediately fallen for your charm, but Mando had been stern and indifferent, insisting that you needed to “take this shit seriously.”

Then, a few days ago, you’d literally bumped into each other while climbing down the ladder into the cargo hold. And instead of acknowledging that he’d pushed you bodily against the weapons locker with about an inch between you and apologizing, he silently walked away towards the privy as though nothing had happened.

So...it would be really inappropriate for you to rub your ass against him right now, even if it is just to twist into the clenching throbs between your thighs.

“I want you to come in my mouth.” The woman moans like it was her dying wish.

“Then get on your knees,” the man growls, his breaths ragged and quick. “Keep your eyes open. Yes! Nnnngh—swallow—hmmm—all of it.”

Finally, they had finished.

Behind you, Mando let go a heavy sigh, a deep breath you didn’t realize he’d been holding. That's when you feel it...a slight, fluttering throb against the crest of your hip.

A sharp gasp passes your lips, muffled under his leather fingers.

“You should clean yourself up before going back inside,” the man says, voice full of smug satisfaction.

“Are you escorting me back, or do I have to sneak in like some cheap whore?”

Such a lovely dynamic between these two!

“We’ll take the service elevator back to the east wing. You can make your way to the hall from there. I have business to attend to.” She began to make some protest, but he grabbed her roughly by the neck. “Do not approach me inside. We’re done for tonight, understand? You can leave if you don’t have any interest in the party.”

Hmmm, this wasn't roleplay, then. He's just an asshole.

Nodding, she arranges her dress back into place.

When they recede from view, you feel the muscles of Mando’s hand, held over your mouth, begin to relax. His arms gently release you, and you step tentatively out of reach, though you wish you could wear them a little longer.

The nerves, or the fog, or the brush of intimacy sends an electrifying current over every inch of your skin.

"Here,” he says, holding out your cape. “You’re cold."

“Thank you.”

Should you acknowledge what you both just witnessed? Make some joke to dispel the tension settling in between you. Would he?

He pauses for a minute to take you in, the dress, the hair, and makeup...

“Can you run in those shoes?” Mando asks.

Well, you weren’t holding your breath for a compliment or some other kind of polite greeting. It's nice to see you, too…

“Why? Will I need to?”

“You’re the one in charge,” he says—the smile in his voice is encouraging. “You tell me.”

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moral-terpitude · 2 years

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The Dead Rabbit - Part V

*I do not own any of the literary references or song lyrics contained here.*

The horses seemed more than happy to trot back to the stables as the snow began to thicken in the air. The wind came in gusts now as the sun began to make its way behind the horizon, taking refuge behind the trees as it did early in the day this time of year. Charlotte’s nose was a rosy red and the tips of her ears had started to follow suit.

Thomas followed her, bestrode the other black Friesian that took its time at a trot. The cold at this point wasn’t bothering him. He wasn’t even paying attention. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Smitten. Absolutely enamored with the woman in front of him.

Charlotte dismounted from the stallion, raking her gloved hand through its now damp mane. She returned him to his stall and began removing the saddle, returning it to its home. She ran the brush over him before covering him with the horse blanket and securing the clasps.

“Well, it’s not often I lose a race to me own horse.” He began, checking the golden pocket watch procured from the inside of his coat, “Although, I believe we have some other plans to attend to. But with a storm coming through, we may have to visit the Beacon another day.”

“Dinner it is then.” She agreed. She wasn’t particularly fussy about how the day went, she was just content. She felt as if they were in their own bubble, undisturbed from the outside world.

They walked back to the house mostly in silence. Although comfortable. Occasionally one of their hands would brush the other and linger longer than it maybe should.

The winter storm was rolling in much sooner than it had been projected to. By the time they were inside they found themselves completely surrounded by a white wall. Snowflakes of all sizes surround and pattered against the stately building as they began to warm up indoors.

“Huh,” Tommy glanced out the window of the sitting room as he sat his phone on the mantle, “the weather shows no sign of letting up. The storm is here earlier than it was forecasted to be. So, I suppose we can get changed and I’ll start dinner.”

Charlotte nodded. She didn’t make it much up the hall before her phone started to ring. Anna. Charlotte was lucky she had her phone on her at all or else her cousin would have her head if she didn’t answer.

“Hello?”

“Oh good you’re still alive. Mr. Hudson’s been calling me because he can’t reach you. He said the water heater has blown up. He’s got water all over the basement and he was just getting ready to shower.”

Charlotte sighed as she rubbed the bridge of her nose, her fingers beginning to warm up. She hadn’t anticipated a rental catastrophe this close to the holiday. “Shit. Is the storm bad there?”

“It’s been coming and going in spurts. Not as bad as by you I would imagine.”

“Can’t even see outside,” Charlotte confirmed, “If you can just call whoever is open I’d appreciate it.”

“Okay. How are you?”

“I’m good. Everything’s good,” Charlotte closed the door behind her. “Just got in from riding horses. We were going to go to the Beacon and out to dinner but it’s storming bad enough here.”

“Do you feel safe, is everything okay?”

Charlotte paused. There hadn’t been a moment since she’d gotten here that she’d felt unsafe. “Everything is going good. I’m not worried about a thing.”

Anna breathed a sigh of relief, “Good. That’s all that matters.”

“Okay, we’ll I’ve got to get a shower. Tommy’s making dinner. Please call someone about the water heater.”

“Will do. I want to meet him when you get back, Charlotte.”

Charlotte chuckled, “I’m sure you will.”

Tommy was sat half dressed with his head in his hands on the bedside. He never could seem to get the smell of the burning oil in Basara out of his nose. The sounds of the mortar fire. The heat. The dry heat. Dry enough to almost suffocate you in the night.

They had been too smart to engage with the Republican Guard forces after 300 prisoners had been taken in a battle outside of the city. It had been the second largest tank battle since World War II. He eyed the vaporizer and THC wax cartridge tucked carefully in his bedside table drawer. He couldn’t be getting high with her here. He couldn’t have anyone knowing. It made him feel weak.

“…dens of horror where the memory of old sins could be destroyed by the madness of sins that were new.”

The words of Oscar Wilde popped to the forefront of his thoughts as he slammed the drawer shut and continued getting dressed.

He was surprised when heard singing as he rounded down the second set of stairs past Charlottes room. He walked slowly eventually coming to a halt outside the door as her words became clear.

“…No masters or kings

when the ritual begins

There is no sweeter innocence

than our gentle sin

In the madness and soil

of that sad earthly scene

Only then I am human

Only then I am clean…”

Her voice was beautiful. Now her words had him somewhat, distracted, as he continued down the stairs. The wind was fierce and he had a sinking feeling that despite his best hopes the feed and straw for the horses wouldn’t be making it there tomorrow.

He went thru the heavy wooden door to the kitchen and connected his phone to the Sonos system and turned on one of his choice albums before turning on a few of the lights and heading to the pantry.

Have you got color in your cheeks…

Do you ever get the fear that you can’t shift the type…

“Arborio rice…” he dug through the tallest cupboard door, thinking that’s where the grains should be. With the pasta. And the flour. Since he hadn’t been the one to put the things in the pantry he wasn’t particularly sure where they were located as he talked himself through locating the contents. The fridge being built in and faced just like the rest of the cabinets didn’t help any. Some things had been updated since this house had been built and he concluded the pantry hadn’t been spared in this.

“Butter…”

“Onion…”

“garlic…” placed in the crisper drawer. He furrowed his brow as he grabbed the asparagus to go with it.

“Parmesan cheese…”

“chicken…”

“bacon.” He turned his nose up slightly at what the Americans called bacon, however what they had back home also wouldn’t wrap well.

I’m a puppet on a string….

He turned the stove on, and searched the cupboards and drawers for the utensils and pans. The cutting board. He discovered the sheet pans stored in the broiler. He had to remind himself that things would not be where he though they would be just because that’s where they usually were back home.

From the bottom of your heart,

The relegation zone

I saw this coming from the start

The shake, rattle and roll…

He slowly sliced and filled the chicken with a few slices of the asparagus and some of the Parmesan cheese before closing it and wrapping two slices of bacon around the chicken. Rinse and repeat with the second one. He transferred them to a baking stone and into the oven before setting the timer and washing his hands.

Arabella's got some

interstellar-gator skin boots

And a Helter Skelter 'round

her little finger and I ride it endlessly

She's got a Barbarella silver swimsuit

And when she needs to shelter from reality

She takes a dip in my daydreams

He spoke the words to himself silently as he ran water into the pot, combining it with the pre measured portion of chicken stock in the process and putting it on to the stove to bring to a boil.

My days end best when

this sunset gets itself

Behind that little lady

sitting on the passenger side

It's much less picturesque

without her catching the light

The horizon tries but

it's just not as kind on the eyes

Charlotte startled him as her shoes clicked against the flooring. He had been so preoccupied he didn’t notice until she was fully in the room that she was there at all.

“Sorry,” he spoke as he crossed the kitchen to turn the music down a few notches. Charlotte shook her head as she leaned against the cool tile wall.

“It’s fine, it’s one of my favorite albums” she smiled, the kind warmth touching her eyes.

He took in her form in the long sleeved wrap dress she wore. The red and black floral pattern made the more pink tones in her flesh become more prominent. For a split second he realized if he wished, if she allowed, he could easily pull the fabric tie and see all of her in front of him, right then.

That's magic in a cheetah print coat

Just a slip underneath it I hope

Asking if I can have one of those

Organic cigarettes that she smokes

Wraps her lips round the Mexican coke

Makes you wish that you were the bottle

Takes a sip of your soul and it sounds like

He took a deep breath, pulling himself out of his reverie as he felt his eyes lingering on her too long. Far too long. Long enough in fact that he could see the impression of her erect nipples through the fabric, a definite hint of a metal bar running through at least one of them.

Blind faith, heartache

Mind games, mistakes

My sweet fireball

My sweet rigmarole

I want it all

He reduced the heat of the skillet to a simmer and added a few ladles of the liquid from the pot to it, allowing the rice the chance to slowly cook and marinate in the flavor of the butter and garlic.

“Through the pantry there there’s a small wine cellar. You can pick out whatever you’d like; although I’d recommend—“

“A Sauvignon Blanc?” She questioned as her shoes clicked across the tile floor.

“Or a Reisling.” He countered, turning to catch the almost defiant look on her face as she retreated through the doorway.

She returned with a Trimbach Riesling, which up to this point he hadn’t had a good excuse to open. Charlotte opened drawers until finding a wine key, taking I upon herself to open the bottle while Tommy retrieved the glasses. She poured them each a glass smoothly before taking a sip.

So you're on the prowl wondering whether

She left already or not

The music continued at a slow cadence as she sat her wine glass down.

“Do you dance?” Tommy asked as he returned his glass next to hers.

“If I’m asked properly,” she spoke with a confidence she thought she might not have had a moment before, the words escaping her mouth as though the thought was formed by someone else and whispered in her ear, although it appeared to be the correct answer.

“Ms. Charlotte White, will you dance with me?” he offered his hand to her, and she placed hers within it without hesitation. He gave her fingers a small squeeze, running his thumb across her knuckles as he pulled her close to him. His free hand rested in the middle of her back, the satin fabric of her dress growing warm as he held it against her body.

Her fingers traced invisible patterns against his shoulder through the white and grey button down. The cotton was soft. The moment felt familiar and fluid between the two of them. She settled for resting her hand on his arm, feeling the muscles move as he gently ran his hand up and down her back as he guided her.

She's having a sly indoor smoke

And she calls the folks who run this,

her oldest friends

Sipping a drink and

laughing at imaginary jokes

As all the signals are sent,

her eyes invite you to approach

Charlotte caught Tommy’s gaze as the words came through the speaker. Her heart pounded in her chest as she realized how truly close together they were. His hand stopped its dance along her back and her fingers tightened their grip against him as their feet and time both seemed to slow.

C’mon, c’mon, c’mon

She felt like her body was melting against his. He could smell the warmth of the Chanel that she wore. Despite the sounds outside of their bubble they could each almost hear the others heart beat as the invitation lingered between the two of them. Almost.

He knew in that moment before, that as soon as her lips touched his he would forever be wanting as much of her as she would let him have. In every way possible. He brushed his hand against the side of her cheek, slowly, caressing her face and holding it in his hand, almost hesitating, before his lips made contact with hers.

Her heart leapt like a shock ran through her as she allowed her fingers to wander to the back of his neck. She noted he tasted of tobacco from a cigarette he snuck in at some point. Charlotte didn’t mind it. Her skin tingled as his hands wandered her body.

His fingers twisted into the tie of her dress, at her hip, pulling her closer, if it that was at all possible.

Her desire for him ran from deep in her chest completely through her and between her thighs. Both parts of her yearned for him, yet in different ways. It had to have been, well at least four years since the last time she had had good sex. However towards the end of them it hadn’t been that good anyway. She tried to think if she had ever had particularly great sex at all while she had been married.

Tommy unfortunately left Charlotte in her own excited bubble as he parted from her due to the droning of the stoves alarm.

I can't explain but I want to try

There's this image of you and I

And it goes dancing by

in the morning and in the night time

There's all these secrets that I can't keep

Like in my heart there's that hotel suite

And you lived there so long,

it's kinda strange now you're gone

He kept himself preoccupied with the remainder of the dinner preparation for slightly longer than necessary. The risotto luckily hadn’t stuck to the bottom of the pan. How he managed it he wasn’t sure. He knew if the moment would have continued much longer he would have had her, well, just about anywhere. On the counter. Or the table. He wasn’t particularly sure where, but it would have happened. Wouldn’t have been the first time he’d picked an inopportune spot, it would just be the first time there was no one around to interrupt.

Despite however much Tommy wanted her, he still struggled with letting it happen before he was able to tell her the truth. However he didn’t want to put her off for long. He could tell she was fiercely independent and she didn’t need him.

Charlotte sipped her wine as she watched him. She felt awkward, almost some kind of guilt now, as she thought about the moment. Surely that was what was meant to happen, wasn’t it? Something about him, him specifically, made her need him. Desperately. She tried to shake herself of the thought as she poured herself another glass of wine.

Their conversation through dinner was minimal and forced at best. Charlotte was rather impressed with his ability to cook and did manage to express it coherently, but she couldn’t help but feel nothing short of awkward as they meandered through meaningless chit chat.

It grew late as they sat by the fireplace in now comfortable silence. At her desire, Tommy had obliged and opened another bottle of while. He had returned with a Caymus Cabernet and poured them each a fresh glass.

Her hand rested on his thigh and while he wanted greatly for her to move it further he wondered if she was clearheaded enough to realize her actions.

“Maybe we should get you to bed, yeah?” He suggested delicately as his hand traveled the path of her spine, up and down repeatedly as she leaned against him.

He could see in the look on her face, which then fell, that at first she had thought it had been a different kind of conversation that he had wanted to have.

“But—“ she began to protest, a small hint of a tear forming in her eyes, “did I do something wrong?”

He sighed, offering his hand to take her glass and placing both of them of the table beside him, while shaking his head slowly, “No, Charlotte you haven’t done anything wrong. Far from it.”

He struggled, forcing the logical part of his brain to fight off the arousal that he was more than willing to use on her.

“Then,” she began as her fingers delicately, lightly, felt his rigid cock through the fabric of his trousers, “why won’t you fuck me?”

He could hear the slur in her words and her eyes stared into his, but her vision he could tell, wouldn’t focus. Her eyes were looking at him, but not seeing him.

“Charlotte,” he took her wrist gently but firmly in his hand and stood, supporting her weight as he pulled her to stand in front of him, “I don’t think with how much you’ve had to drink that you’re in any state for having sex right now.”

She nodded and rested her head on his shoulder as she shifted her weight from one foot to both feet.

“Listen,” he whispered in her ear, his voice low and hoarse, “I don’t want you to even think it’s because you aren’t enough. You are. You’re beautiful, you’re fucking smart. But it’s important you’re re able to remember it and It’s important you enjoy yourself too.”

She let out a sigh before giving him a small nod.

He smoothed her hair letting her rest against his chest as she gathered her thoughts before he continued, “Can you walk on your own, love?”

She shook her head, “I’ll need help.”

“C’mere,” he realized she’d never make it up all the stairs, and that carrying her would be the most efficient. One arm under her legs and the other behind her shoulders, she rested her head on his chest. “Are you feeling sick at all? You’re not going to throw up are you? If you think you’re going to I don’t want to leave you by yourself.”

Her cheeks were hot, her ears flaming with embarrassment as she pondered his question. She had finally reached the other side of the peak. The part where you slump. You start to feel like shit and regret every alcohol fueled decision you’ve made up to that point.

“I should be fine,” Charlotte whispered as he nosed open her door with his foot, balancing the weight of the two of them easily.

He helped her get positioned comfortably and safely before leaving her to rest as he retreated to the solace of his office with its bookshelves and papers in hope of getting some work done. In his world a holiday didn’t mean that business came to a rest.

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Book 1 Chapter 13: Make Up Beautifully to Reward the King

Despite all the commotion from the mongol side of the camp, our side was very quiet. And although the crown prince was suspicious, he didn’t dare disturb Kangxi without conclusive evidence. With Fourteenth taken care of, I worried about Eighth. I wanted to race to his side, but didn’t want to draw attention. So I restrained myself, walking slowly, maintaining composure.

The walk was unbearable. When did the path become so long? It took forever to reach the front of his tent. Thankfully, everything seemed normal. Baozu and Shunshui stood guard outside. Their faces betrayed nothing. I smiled, approaching them, but they blocked my way.

“My lord is washing up right now. So it is inconvenient to greet guests right now.”

Before I could ask them to clarify, Li Fu came out to greet me. “Miss, please come in.”

Baozu and Shunshui looked at each other suspiciously and moved to hold the tent flaps open.

I didn’t see Eighth when I entered and assumed he would have been on his couch behind the screen. I paused after two steps, hesitating.

“Come in.” Eighth called.

Sure enough, he was there, lying on his side. His upper body bare except for a thin blanket draped over himself because I was there. His arms were still exposed.

It wasn’t like I hadn’t seen a man’s body before. Back when I was studying, boys would often sway about shirtless in the hot weather. It’s just that since I’ve been in this era, I haven’t seen a man’s body. And it was also his. My face suddenly became hot.

I turned around quickly, blocking my sight. But the worry for his injury caused me to turn back again in anger.

“Come here.” He chuckled. I didn’t move. My heart hurt seeing the red spot on his left side. My eyes burned.

Li Fu knelt in front of him. “Master, this servant is going to put on your medicine.”

Eighth lowered his head, but didn’t take his gaze away from me. Li Fu removed the soft cloth wrapping and dabbed a cotton cloth over the seeping blood. He then sprinkled medicinal powder on the wound. I took a couple of steps forward and watched carefully. I couldn’t help myself. Fortunately, the wound wasn’t too deep, but it was still bleeding. The powdered medicine didn’t seem to have any effect.

“What is this? What kind of bad medicine doesn’t work at all?” I couldn’t help but frown.

“This is already very good medicine for wounds. From Master Jiu. I have spent a lot of money to buy it in Yunnan. This was was brought as a spare.” Li Fu kept his hands together.

“Even the best medicine takes time to take effect.” Eighth laughed.

If I had known I would have ended up here I would have studied medicine. That way I wouldn’t have to just watch from the side. My thoughts spun and I frowned. Suddenly I realized what they had meant when Li Fu mentioned that this was a spare. What sort of preparations were they needing to anticipate this sort of thing? All for the sake of the throne. Bloody u-turns were not counted. My heart hurt.

“Have you doubt Fourteenth?” Eighth asked me.

I saw Li Fu bandaging the wound in soft cloth again and saw he needed additional hands. I hurried to assist before responding to him. “Hmm.”

He trembled under my touch. I pressed my palm against him and immediately felt he was hot, only then did I feel my head. Li Fu had already let go and was concentrating on bandaging. I couldn’t just let go now. I could just feel the heat getting hotter and hotter as if I were holding a fireball. My face also became hotter. Feverish. I lowered my head and didn’t dare continue staring. I’m afraid even my neck was red.

Eighth lay there motionless, silent. Li Fu continued on. His hands nimbly wrapping Eighth’s wound and packing up his supplies. He bowed and quickly retreated once he had finished.

I quickly removed my hand and Eighth’s arm dropped. He snorted a laugh and I just sighed at myself. What was wrong with me? I’m behaving very much like a little girl who had just fallen in love.

“Does it hurt?” I asked.

He just smiled as he turned to get up. I looked for a cushion for him to rest on. As I was adjusting the cushion he shifted and the thin blanket fell. I got a face full of his chest and couldn’t stop myself from blushing furiously. I immediately turned my back to him in embarrassment. I should have acted calmly and pretended not to see. How could I react like this? I had lost my track.

“Since I have nothing to do, I am leaving. Don’t worry about Fourteenth.” I said in a low voice starting to move away. Eighth grabbed my hand and I struggled to break his grip.

“If you struggle harder, my wound will need to be repacked.”

I glanced back at him. He was holding my hand with his left hand and his right held the blanket against himself. I stared at him helplessly. This was so inappropriate. I reached out to help him adjust the blanket and he pulled me down to sit next to him. We both fell silent.

“It’s like a dream. I’ve been thinking about it…”

I quickly cut him off. “How did you know I met Fourteenth? Are you not worried about him?”

He shook his head and smiled again. “You weren’t surprised to see me injured like this. Obviously you would have already known. And it could have only come from Fourteenth. As for worry, it’s all about the crown prince here. His people can search, cannot mine protect? No one had returned to report to him, so it means everything is fine. Besides, you must have seen Fourteenth as your face was very collected. He has to be well hidden for now.”

I considered what he had said and it made sense. “How could the crown prince have found out?”

“I was really careful when I went out. No one should have noticed, but we just happened to have ended up being spotted. The crown prince may have been on guard against me since leaving Beijing these past few days. He had the manpower to have the surrounding areas patrolled.” He frowned thinking about it.

“What happened in Beijing? Why should he have been on guard?”

“Royal Father forbid to be in contact with Jingzhong. The crown prince had made preparations to catch me unawares and punish me for the crime of disobedience. Second is going to make a big transfer of officials in the near future. According to what Fourteenth was able to relay, most of them will not be good for us. Naturally, the crown prince doesn’t want me involved until everything is set in stone and cannot be changed when we return in September.” Eighth patiently explained to me.

“If the emperor has already made up his mind, what can you do about this?” I asked.

“Even if you are the emperor, you cannot do everything you want. If you really would like to know, I can explain this to you.” He laughed.

I pouted and refused to speak.

“Where is Fourteenth hiding?”

“Guess.”

“Since you asked me to guess, this must be something I wouldn’t normally think of. Is he hiding with Minmin gege?” He had thought about it a bit.

“Yes.” I responded listlessly. I couldn’t help but feel discouraged.

“It was really her? This is not a trivial matter. How did you move her?” He asked in surprise. It turned out he wasn’t as sure as he sounded.

I tilted my head triumphantly. “I won’t tell you.”

He continued to watch me with his gentle smile on his face. I looked at him feeling nervous about his injury. “How is the crown prince so courageous to shoot arrows at you?”

“It’s only natural to shoot a thief. He was taking an opportunity to get rid of us. Wouldn’t that be better?”

I felt a chill pass over my heart and I suddenly recalling the final ending. I became alienated, my expression sad and my mood no longer good. Sending my change in mood, he suddenly grabbed me and pulled me into his embrace. I struggled to get up but he held on firmly tucking my head under his chin.

“I didn’t like the look on your face just now, it always makes me feel you are so far away from me. What is in your heart? Are you afraid? Don’t be afraid. I have everything well taken care of.” He hugged me to him and whispered to me.

Li Fu suddenly ran in, seeing us entwined, kowtowed. Eighth let go and asked casually, “What’s the matter?”

He didn’t even look at Li Fu at all.

“Someone came to report that the crown prince is in the Mongolian camp, and at least three of their people were searching in and out of the camp, turning it upside down, but there was nothing. They are planning on heading this way.”

Eight heaved a sigh and laughed. “He is really willing to go all out and even alarm Royal Father. But he is coming too soon. Help me prepare my alibi.

I was shocked watching him. This wouldn’t be easy to hide! Even if he could get away with this tonight, what about tomorrow and the next days? His wound would bleed as soon as he exerted himself. What excuses could he give for not hunting or riding? How could he conceal this?

Eighth glanced at Li Fu. “Make a cup of hot tea for me. Remember to make it boiling hot.” He left quickly. I watched him closely as he sat up. “Help me with my clothes.”

I got up and gathered his clothes and handed them to him. He tried to get dressed, but had some difficulty. I ignored my embarrassment and helped him, but my face did burn. He stood still letting me dress him. My fingers inevitably brushed against him while buttoning his clothes. I felt hot, but he was cool. I finished by tying his belt for him and stepped back to look him over carefully.

He nodded, finding no flaw in his dress. He indicated to me that this was good and I could go. But before I could leave he caught me again in an embrace.

I wanted to break free, but when he called my name, “Ruoxi!” I suddenly lost all strength and leaned softly into him.

“Master, the tea is ready!” Li Fu called from outside. I still wanted to leave, but Eighth continued to ignore me and hugged me tightly.

After a while, Li Fu called again, “Master?”

I twisted around a few times, trying to break his hold. But I couldn’t escape. I couldn’t help but blush. “Bei’le!” I was anxious and a bit angry, but my tone sounded more coquettish rather than warning.

He let go of me with a chuckle. “Go back first.”

Before I could move he was already ordering Baozhu to come in. I wanted to leave, but I also wanted to see how he would resolve this issue with the crown prince, so I hesitated.

Eighth sat down with a book and glanced over at me casually. He didn’t say anything to me, but he picked up his tea to test the temperature. “This isn’t hot enough. I meant boiling hot.”

Li Fu’s face tightened as he retreated with the cup. I had a feeling something was wrong and watched him suspiciously.

He looked at Baozhu. “I am going to wrong you in a few minutes, so pay attention.” Baozhu knelt quickly and Eighth continued, “When the crown prince comes in later, you must be careful. Pour the tea on me, it is sure to burn. Figure out how to make this performance flawless.”

Baozhu was stunned.

“Do you understand?” Eighth asked solemnly.

“I understand!” He responded quickly.

“Go down.”

But I was startled. A whole cup of tea? But I couldn’t think of a better alternative, so I just stared at him. He didn’t even look at me, instead smiling into his book. I bit my lip and turned around.

The curtain lifted and the crown prince entered with four others. Even though there was a search going on, it was very quiet. He really is suspicious and hasn’t confirmed that it was in fact Fourteenth he had seen. The crown prince didn’t dare cause a scene without evidence. He could only test Eighth.

I quickly bowed in greeting. He frowned a moment before smiling at me. “So you are here as well? Your sister is Eighth’s blessing, but she indeed is closer than others.”

“Before entering the palace I lived in Eighth’s manor for more than half a year. I know that Eighth has a good plaster for bruises so I came to ask for some.” I replied with a smile. Since he had said there was a connection there I didn’t need to make it clear. I just held out my hand.

He frowned seeing the bruising on my hand. “Was this from riding this afternoon? I also have some good medicine. I will send someone to deliver it to you later.”

How could anyone refuse the crown prince’s grace? I quickly knelt in gratitude.

“How long have you been here?” He asked me.

“It’s been a while. I have been chatting with Eighth.”

He thought about this for a while and wanted to speak, but Eighth had already come out to greet him. “I didn’t know Second was coming. I have made you wait.”

The crown prince smiled and looked him up and down. “Me too. This was on a whim. I don’t need much courtesy for a visit,”

Eighth turned to the side and invited crown prince inside. He didn’t look over at me. He swept inside still smiling, maintaining his normal composure.

Baozhu entered the tent with two cups of tea. I had just taken a couple of steps when I slowed, seeing him. After a bit I heard a clang and the sound of cups crashing to the ground. Immediately after there were terrified servant cries for Eighth, Baozhu saying ‘this slave deserves to die’, and the crown prince scolding. Li Fu called for a physician.

My head throbbed as I hid behind the tent. I saw someone exit the tent to call for the imperial physician and Baozhu getting dragged out. He had knelt outside the tent with his head bowed.

Li Fu ordered his mouth gagged and bent him over a plank. There were dozens of boards ready! He was paddled and soon there was blood oozing out bright red.

I immediately turned and fled to my tent. This was their game. I didn’t want to play it anymore. I didn’t want to see blood anymore. My life was already unhappy, I didn’t want blood to make it more miserable.

Why was the sky so dark? There was not a single star in the sky. There was only the sound of the wind blowing and a boundless pressure wrapped around me. I was afraid in my heart. Suddenly I saw a small light in front of me. I didn’t stop to think about it, I just raced forward, staggering all the way. I didn’t care, I just wanted to catch up to the only thing I could see in this darkness.

Light and warmth. When I got closer, I could see it was Eighth with a lantern in hand, walking slowly, his bamboo green robes dancing in the wind. He stopped when he saw me and smiled gently. Seeing his face, my anxiety and fear slowly melted away.

Feeling more at ease, I called to him. “Bei’le!” Just as he started in my direction an arrow flew out and hit his lantern. His smile faded with the candlelight leaving a terrified expression. He stared at me with sadness and disappeared into darkness.

I felt a heart piercing pain and yelled, “Don’t!” I sat up suddenly.

Yutan, who had been sleeping just beyond the screen rushed over. “Sister, did you have a nightmare?”

I couldn’t stop trembling, my heart was pounding. Yutan hugged me tightly, calling softly, “Sister. Sister!”

That smile. That look! I was so cold. I suddenly hugged Yutan. She didn’t ask any questions, just hugging me back quietly.

I slowly recovered and forced a smile. “I’m fine. You can go back to sleep.”

“How about I sleep with my sister?” She asked gently.

I shook my head and she pulled my covers up for me and quietly retreated. I didn’t dare close my eyes now. I kept them open wide into the dark. A stern and desperate smile, infinite sorrow, sad eyes…

I desperately tried to dispel the picture, but it stayed clear in my mind. I shrank into a ball under my quilt, my thoughts churning. When we had met for the first time in my sister’s courtyard he had laughed and spoke gracefully. In the autumn with the fluttering leaves, he was ruthless in forcing an agreement on me. In the snowy sky, he wore a black cloak and walked slowly and silently with me. He had asked me to take the jade bracelet with eyes filled with hope and sadness. Under the sweet scented osmanthus tree, his smile was as warm as the spring sun. Paper that exuded the fragrance of lilies.

Although Fourteenth didn’t elaborate what Eighth had gone through for me in secret, I was not a fool. When I had entered the palace, I taught the elders of tolerance. How could I not be aware of the traces of their care? I am afraid there are many things I didn’t know.

If I had a choice, I would have rather stayed in Eighth’s manor. I had always hoped I could alienate myself because I knew how things would end. It was impossible for me to join in without hesitation because of this, but people are selfish. But gradually, these last four years like the bracelet on my wrist, it felt like it has become a part of my life. Even if I cast a bronze wall for myself, eventually water will ware stone down.

After a sleepless night, I heard the sounds of jade and sandalwood outside and knew I was awake. I have made up my mind. I lifted the quilt and Yutan caught sight of me. She had a shocked look on her face.

“Sister! Why have you lost so much weight overnight?!”

I looked at myself in a mirror and said lightly, “Probably because I didn’t sleep well and my face looks a bit pale. This haggardness is an illusion.”

Trace the eyebrows carefully, apply rouge evenly, and wear earrings. My complexion was really pale that not even rouge could cover, but my eyes were exceptionally bright- pupils were like two small flames burning. I gave a charming smile to the mirror. “Whether history can be changed or not, depends on you.”

Eighth saw me on duty this morning and was taken aback by my appearance. I had glanced over at his bandaged side and concentrated on serving tea to Kangxi. Kangxi was listening to the crown prince’s story on how Eighth was scalded. After hearing this, he told Eighth not to attend the imperial court for a few days to take good care of himself. Eighth kowtowed in thanks and retreated to his tent to rest.

While serving tea to the crown prince, Kangxi asked lightly, “So what happened with this horse thief? Did you catch them? Lose them? What?”

I happened to be facing the crown prince and saw his hands tremble suddenly. He replied respectfully, “No, because we discovered them in time, nothing was lost, but they were not captured.”

Kangxi took his tea and said in a low voice, “The Mongolians were not happy that there were people wearing Mongolian robes. And their camp was searched extensively with nothing found.”

The crown prince’s face suddenly became ugly as he stood up. “My minister was reckless in that moment and didn’t think clearly. Please punish me, Royal Father!”

Kangxi glanced at him and said gently, “In the future, you must think twice before acting.” The crown prince nodded quickly.

After finishing his meal, Kangxi, the crown prince, and other accompanying ministers went out to ride and hunt. They gradually dispersed until I couldn’t see them any more and I turned around and walked away.

As I approached Eighth’s tent, my steps slowed. Although I had made up my mind, at the end of the day I still struggled to reconcile. But considering his care and dedication of the last four years I was still moved on that account step by step.

When I had lifted the curtain, Li Fu was serving Eighth his meal. He was inconvenienced with both hands and therefore Li Fu could only assist him. Seeing me enter, he stopped and watched me quietly. Li Fu bowed his head in greeting just behind him. We watched each other in silence for several long moments before Eighth dismissed Li Fu. “Go down first.”

He glanced quickly at Eighth and bowed, quickly retreating. I dragged a stool over and sat next to Eighth. I picked up a pair of chop sticks and a small plate to bring the dishes up for him to eat. He didn’t open his mouth, only watched me silently, unease in his eyes.

I placed the food back on the dish and asked sweetly, “Don’t you like me serving you?”

“If it’s the first time, I’ll be only too happy. If it were the last time, I’d rather keep this forever for future use.” He looked at me. I smiled at him tenderly and picked up the plate again. He suddenly started laughing and opened his mouth to accept the food.

He took two bite and the called for Li Fu. “Get a jug of wine!”

“Master is injured, I’m afraid it’s not appropriate to drink alcohol.” He looked over at me.

“Are you the master or am I?” Eighth laughed, scolding him. Li Fu didn’t dare refute him and retreated. He returned shortly with the wine jug and two wine cups.

I stood and took the tray. “Just one drink.” Li Fu’s frown eased and he bowed and backed out of the tent. I poured the wine and brought the cup up for Eighth. He watched me smiling. His dark eyes were very bright.

I had hurried and some wine splashed out giving his complexion an even more crystal clear jade appearance. Such undisguised happiness! This moved my heart and the last traces of resistance melted a bit. At least he is happy now. It’s worth it. Right?

The calm and composure I had when I first came in disappeared under his gaze. I became embarrassed to meet his eyes. I had looked away and asked, “Do you want to drink?” Slowly we alternated who was taking a sip.

After he had finished eating and rinsing his mouth and washing his hands, Li Fu removed the plates and cups. I set up a mat. I was asked to care for him. “Shall I find a book for you to read?”

He smiled again, “As long as you sit with me, you don’t need to do anything.”

I returned his smile. “I’m on duty today. I will have to go back to prepare refreshments. How about your highness come and drink? Besides, I still need to check on Fourteenth.”

He didn’t speak, but continued to stare at me. I couldn’t resist him. Besides, I didn’t want to go against him now. Sitting besides him, I said, “Just for a while.”

I had been thinking about this for a long time. My face burned and I ducked my head, looking away. There was a sweetness that appeared in my heart. Women cannot resist sweet talk.

As he moved closer to me, I subconsciously moved to the side. He chuckled and didn’t move any more. I felt his gaze always on my face. My heart was filled with this sweetness, but also anxiety and pressure. Suddenly I got up. “I really have to go.”

“I won’t let you go next time. Don’t you dare return to me.” He said with another smile.

I returned his smile about to leave when he said, “Don’t go see Fourteenth.” I paused looking at him in puzzlement.

“He is with Minmin Gege, he is safe for the time being. Wait a couple of days when the crown prince is not so careful.”

“If you had already discussed this matter, it’s better to let him go as soon as possible which would be the best solution.” I said.

“This matter would be the same with the crown prince thinking that since the camps have been searched and nothing found, that if it really were Fourteenth, he would try to return to Beijing. The crown prince will have people on the outskirts, searching. It is better to wait a few more days. It’s more appropriate to leave once his suspicions lessens.”

I nodded. I considered that I should worry less about the future. Compared with being thoughtful, this is what they have been thinking about since young. I can’t keep up with half of them, let alone if there were ten of them.

He said softly behind me. “I will wait for you tonight.”

Walking under the blue June sky, I raised my head to stare at the clouds. From now on it would be impossible for me to “feel like a floating cloud in my heart, and come and go freely”. With a half bitter heart I said to myself, “Love him well! Do your best! Let me love him with my whole heart!”

After I finished my duties, I explained to Yunxiang what to pay attention to at night. I returned to my tent to wash and tidy up. Soaking in a tub filled with rose dew, I closed my eyes in the wafting fragrance and thought, this was going to be my first date since coming to this era, right?

After completing my bath, I asked Yutan to help me change into a more delicate bun and rinsed my mouth with salt and a simple toothpaste. I swirled rose dew water in my mouth and spat to freshen my breath.

With everything tidied up, I looked into a mirror. I looked decent, not to mention beautiful. As soon as I exited the tent, I was greeted by a round faced Mongolian girl. “My family asks this girl to come over.”

“Miss, please tell Minmin gege that she is not free today and cannot go. Please bear with me. I will definitely go and play with Gege in two days time.” She stared at me in suspicion, and then turned and ran off in a hurry.

I was still thinking about Fourteenth as I entered Eighth’s tent. How was he doing? He should be able to understand what Eighth meant, and as for how to deal with Minmin, even if he cannot handle that properly, he would still have to deal with this. Why would he be fighting with the crown prince?

Eighth had been playing chess. He stared at me unabashedly when I entered. He looked me up and down. His eyes were full of smiles. He motioned for me to sit opposite him. “Am I your ‘self-pleaser’?”

“The arm is not convenient, why are you still playing with these?” I asked, ignoring him.

He had Li Fu remove the game and bring in the meal. “It’s just using your fingers, no force. This doesn’t get in the way. Besides, the burn isn’t too serious.”

“Is Baozhu okay?” I asked.

“He could still bear a few more boards.” He said with a laugh. I sighed, and remained silent.

We finished our meal quickly. I read a book to him a while. His face calm under the dancing candlelight. His eyes were full of joy even if his usual smile was not tugging on the corners of his mouth. My heart skipped a beat when I met his gaze and I would duck my head and continue reading.

When I got up to leave, he didn’t keep me. He just held my hand clasped against his palm for a while before letting me go.

The past few days have been peaceful. Seeing the crown prince’s expression with a hint frustration, it seemed that he had given up. I had also met with Minmin a few times. I don’t know what Fourteenth had said to her, but she always had a hint of amusement in her eyes. Of course, I also retreated after greeting her, keeping a small distance.

This afternoon I had waited until she was alone and went up to greet her. Minmin waved me up. We had become extraordinarily close, sharing secrets of our loves.

Minmin was extremely friendly and hugged onto my arm intimately. “Did you miss him? I think he looks good.”

I narrowed my eyes at her and smiled. “How old are you this year? Are you only fourteen or five? You sounded like you had a lot of experience.”

She shoved me lightly and pouted. “I praises your sweetheart and you are teasing me!”

“How about I visit you tonight?” I asked with a smile.

She shook her head. “What if I can’t say it well?”

“If you want to keep him, then I’ll let you.” I laughed.

She blushed and said. “I can’t beat you. You’re so sharp-tongued. So come tonight.”

Good Fourteenth still wore his fake beard! I really didn’t know how he managed to wash his face with these fake beards over the last few days. I stole a glance at it longing to tug it off and restore his original face. I had to hold myself back.

Minmin looked between me and Fourteenth and smiled triumphantly. “You guys take your time, I’m going out first.” She gave me a wink and exited the tent.

Fourteenth was silent a long moment before he said, “Thank you, this time.”

“How long have we known each other? We’ve been friends for so many years that we need to still express our gratitude each time? Without me, your people wouldn’t let you do anything. I just happened to be here is all.”

He ducked his head and started laughing. Suddenly he stopped and said, “I heard Mynah had burned himself.”

“He wants to see you later so you can ask him about it then.” I sighed.

He froze a moment and then asked, “Where will I meet you?”

“He will come over in a while. I will meet you in the Mongolian camp.”

Fourteenth smiled again. “Good. The Mongolians are not happy with the crown prince. This time he had searched the camp again, but he didn’t mention anything about thieves that time. They were so annoyed! He should be respecting the mongols now!”

We chatted a bit longer and seeing that it was almost time, I asked him to go see Eighth.

Minmin ran into the tent after seeing Fourteenth leave and gave me a strange look. “Why did he go out?”

“Because he will be retuning to Beijing in a few days and he wanted to also say goodbye to some of our friends who are here. And thank them for taking care of me.” I replied. My lie wouldn’t be able to bear scrutiny, but Minmin was fourteen/ fifteen and had been cared for the entire time. She wouldn’t have had the experience to consider what I had said may not be accurate.

She sat besides me and asked, “Can you teach me to sing when you have time?”

I stared at her stunned. How did this topic come up? She smiled at me. “He told me it was because of your singing a song for him that he fell in love with you.”

I gave her a helpless smile. This fourteenth brother! What sort of nonsense did he craft to coax the little girl? So I followed that lead.

“Okay!”

She hesitated, “Does Thirteenth like listening to the opera?”

“He does. Thirteenth is proficient in playing the flute and guqin. He is pretty famous amongst the young masters in the capital.”

Minmin thought about this for a long time. “I really want to hear him play the guqin and the flute. It must sound so beautiful.” She said softly. Suddenly she grabbed my hand. “Have you heard him play before? Tell me how it sounded. What was his expression? What song did he play? What was he wearing? Who was he playing for…” She launched that series of questions at me very quickly.

I wanted to answer her and had opened and closed my mouth several times before waiting for her to finish spitting out all of her questions. “I haven’t heard it myself.” I gave her an apologetic smile. But her face was full of disappointment.

“When we come beyond the Wall next season Thirteenth should be coming. I will get him to play so you can listen.”

She immediately beamed in joy. But just as quickly her face became puzzled. “You and Thirteenth are very close, right?”

I was quick to reassure her, “When I was younger, the two of us often played together. We’re just friends.” I was still thinking how fortunate it was that I still shield Fourteenth otherwise Minmin would suspect. And after all, the relationship between Thirteenth and I is friendship only. Hard to believe with the current society where men and women don’t have such relationships.

Minmin’s face was full of undisguised envy. I heaved a deep sigh and said very gently, “You will definitely hear a song especially played for you by Thirteenth.”

She lowered her head sadly and muttered, “His Fujin has certainly heard him play often.”

I don’t know how to respond. Even the people of this era who have fully accepted polygamy can’t avoid jealousy and discomfort. Could Eighth understand my heart? Maybe it’s not just me who suffers from these feelings. My resistance, my helplessness. Maybe he understands my grievances and my struggles. I think of Eighth’s Fujin, the granddaughter of Prince An Yue Le who has noble status, but she cannot keep his heart.

I am suffering because of her. If she knows me, why not? Wouldn’t it hurt? From the perspective of modern people, I am the one who justifies the wrongs, the third party who destroys other people’s marriages. Even if Eighth can do everything I want I am destined to bear that cross for the rest of my life.

Both of us were full of emotions, each feeling sad. Fourteenth pushed open the curtain and entered the tent.

“I’m going out.” Minmin quickly stood up.

Fourteenth approached me with a smile and greeted me respectfully. I was taken aback and standing to the side for him.

“What are you doing? Good sister in law! From now on it’s my turn to greet you.”

My face became hot and I wanted to scold him. But I couldn’t find the words and could only stand there awkwardly.

Fourteenth stared at me, no longer teasing me. After a while is said lazily, “Mynah finally got what he wanted after all these years!”

“I’m leaving. I’m won’t listen to any more of your nonsense.”

Fourteenth didn’t stop me. I paused after a few steps and turned to ask, “When are you going back?”

“I leave tomorrow night.”

“Stop making up those unreasonable things to coax Minmin Gege. At that time I couldn’t tell a lie and now she is going to learn to sing from me.”

“Then you can teach her the play that you sang for Tenth back then.” He smiled.

I shook my head and sighed. “I don’t know how to explain to Minmin gege in the future. I don’t know if she will forgive me?”

I turned around and left the tent feeling loss in my heart. How could we have so many troubles at this time?

The old son is always careful, step by step, full of lies, deceit, and blood. I used to think that because I knew history that I could seek good luck and avoid bad luck. But in the end I was involved helplessly, step by step.

In the afternoon Minmin sent someone to call me as Fourteenth was leaving that evening, for us to spend time together before we all separated for three months. I had a smile plastered on my face, but I felt bitter. Minmin was so pure and kind. Would she not be so trusting in the future when she realized I had used her?

The stars hung flat and the fields were wide, the wind blew and the grasses danced gently. Minmin escorted us out of camp. We each led a horse, pretending to walk slowly when the sound of pounding foot steps caused us to turn. Minmin quickly got in front of Fourteenth.

“Gege, it’s okay. Eighth know if our affairs.” I hurried to soothe her.

Minmin’s expression eased and she glanced sideways at Fourteenth. “You really have a lot of face. When you leave, Bei’le actually sees you off.”

“I dare not. I dare not.” Fourteenth said with a smile.

Eighth took my reins and walked besides me while Fourteenth walked ahead so I had to rush a few steps. We walked side by side leaving Minmin and Eighth just behind us. Minmin saw that neither of us were speaking as though it hurt to be parted. She caught my arm after a while but looked at Fourteenth. “It’s really hard to think about it when you go back. Fazi, if you really have the heart, ask the emperor to take Ruoxi away! Seeing her preoccupied appearance makes my heart ache!”

I wanted to quickly change the topic and Fourteenth quickly said, “No more delaying. I am leaving.”

He looked back at Eighth standing behind us. Eighth smiled and nodded. Fourteenth looked back to Minmin and smiled. “I will keep this kindness in my heart first, and I will repay it later.” Minmin’s lip twitched. “I’m just looking at Ruoxi’s face. If you really want to repay this kindness, just wait for Ruoxi. You will have a better life in the future.”

Fourteenth gave an embarrassed smile and would say no more, he nodded to me and got on his horse and galloped off. I stared at his receding back. Sending him away could be regarded as a stone falling to the ground.

Now it was time to finally consider the matter between me and Eighth.

Minmin saw me staring at the spot where Fourteenth had disappeared and tugged on my arm. “Let’s go back.”

I glanced back at her guiltily, “Gege, will you forgive me, if you one day find out I have done something wrong? Would you still be able to treat me the same?”

She was stunned. Her face was full of doubt and confusion as to why I was asking this. She considered what I said seriously.

“What would you have to apologize to me for? I haven’t seen you do anything wrong.”

“It was just a question. It is just asking for forgiveness before an unintentional offense. I quickly shook my head and forced a smile.

“Thank you. I still regard you as a confidant. How could you say such things?” Minmin pouted. She let go of my hand and turned to head back.

“It’s because I treat you as a confidant that I was afraid!” I quickly grabbed her hand and walked back with her.

She slowed down and glanced back at me, my our hand’s together behind her back. “We children of the grasslands look for it. A friend who is won is not so easily given up.”

I nodded and we both smiled. But while her smile was calm and generous, mine was anxious. Eighth followed us silently.

Once we returned, Minmin returned to her tent. I also wanted to return to mine.

“Go to my tent and sit.” Eighth said softly. I nodded after a moment. He entered first and I followed.

After entering he ordered Li Fu to guard the door. We faced each other silently, and he reached out to embrace me. I snuggled into his arms, resting my head against his shoulder. The scent of medicine wafted to my nose. Stretching, I wrapped my arms around his waist and he stiffened before hugging me tighter.

“When we return to Beijing in September, I will ask Royal Father to marry you.” We hugged in silence. I didn’t reply, but my hug tightened. After a while he let me go and sat on a couch.

“Are you okay? Do you need some medicine?” I asked him.

“The burn isn’t serious. The doctor and the emperor were over anxious and I exaggerated my injury. The medicine I had from Ninth for the arrow injury has quickly recovered within half a month. There should be no serious issues when horseback riding. I will definitely teach you before we return to Beijing.”

“Shall I read to you?” I asked.

“Before entering the palace, you couldn’t recognize a book of Song Ci, but even the book ‘Compendium of Cao’ you now read. There are not many girls who like reading like you do. Fortunately there are quite a lot of books in Fuzhong, which would be enough for you to read in the future.” He shook his head smiling.

“I have nothing to do in the palace and so I am idle, so I randomly was reading.” I muttered in embarrassment. It’s not like I was trying to please Kangxi.

He leaned forward to suddenly kiss me and sat back before I could react. “I will not let you idle in the future.” He laughed.

I didn’t expect that he would have such a lively side. Normally he is refined and stable. Blankly I stroked his cheek before blushing and stood abruptly. “If you won’t listen to my reading, I will go back.”

He quickly pulled me into his arms and smiled again. “I heard Fourteenth mention you once helped Tenth with singing. I don’t know if I will be lucky enough to listen to you today?”

“That can be negotiated, but now is not the right time.” I replied.

He didn’t reply, but watched me. I lowered my head and got up. I picked up a vase with a Rhododendron and smelled it, watching Eighth just over the flower.

What a jasmine flower, what a jasmine flower, the garden is full of flowers and plants, and its fragrance cannot be overshadowed by it. What a jasmine flower, what a jasmine flower, the jasmine is blooming, the snow is not as white as it, I have, wear it with your heart but you are afraid you will be laughed at by others, what a jasmine flower, what a jasmine flower, the garden is full of flowers and it cannot be compared with it, I want to pick one and wear it, but I’m afraid it will not sprout and bloom in the coming year

Since dancing in primary school, my mother has repeatedly emphasized that no matter singing or dancing, you should first move yourself and then hope to move others. I didn’t look at him. I was immersed in the surprise of the girl who saw jasmine for the first time among the flowers and plants in the garden. I stepped lightly with an expression of joy and worry, expressing my infinite love for flowers but the conflict of wanting to pick them and not being able to pick them.

After singing I shot a sideways glance to Eighth. He stared at me blankly. His eyes full of emotions. He already understood that I knew and he kept in mind the thought of being able to pick flowers for so many years but not picking them because of his care.

I turned my gaze and smiled. I threw the flower at Eighth. He unconsciously reached out to catch it. I stopped looking at him and left the tent.

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zayaanhashistory · 1 year

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The Battle of the Somme

The Battle of the Somme, which took place from July to November 1916, began as an Allied offensive against German forces along the Western Front of World War I, near the Somme River in France. The battle turned into one of the most bitter, deadly and costly battles in all of human history, as British forces suffered more than 57,000 casualties—including more than 19,000 soldiers killed—on the first day of the battle alone. By the time the Battle of the Somme (sometimes called the First Battle of the Somme) ended nearly five months later, more than 3 million soldiers on both sides had fought in the battle, and more than 1 million had been killed or wounded.

Prior to the attack, the Allies launched a week-long heavy artillery bombardment, using some 1.75 million shells, which aimed to cut the barbed wire guarding German’s trench defenses and destroy the enemy’s positions. On the morning of July 1, 11 divisions of the British 4th Army—many of them volunteer soldiers going into battle for the first time—began advancing on a 15-mile front north of the Somme River. At the same time, five French divisions advanced on an eight-mile front to the south, where the German defenses were weaker. Allied leaders had been confident the bombardment would damage German defenses enough so that their troops could easily advance. But the barbed wire remained intact in many places, and the German positions, many of which were in trenches deep underground, were stronger than anticipated. Along the line, German machine gun and rifle fire cut down thousands of the attacking British troops, many of them caught in “no man’s land” between the two sides. Some 19,240 British soldiers were killed and more than 38,000 wounded by the end of that first day—almost as many casualties as British forces suffered when the Allies lost the battle for France during World War II (May-June 1940), including prisoners.

Other British and French forces had more success to the south, though these gains were limited compared to the devastating losses sustained on that first day of battle. But British Field Marshal Douglas Haig was determined to press on with the offensive, and over the next two weeks the British launched a series of smaller attacks on the German line, putting increasing pressure on the Germans and forcing them to divert some weapons and soldiers from the Battle of Verdun. Early on the morning of July 15, British troops launched another artillery barrage followed by a massive attack, this time on Bazentin Ridge, in the northern part of the Somme. The assault took the Germans by surprise, and the British were able to advance some 6,000 yards into enemy territory, occupying the village of Longueville. But any small advance continued to come at the expense of heavy casualties in this long and deadly war of attrition, with the Germans losing 160,000 soldiers and the British and French more than 200,000 by the end of July. Near the end of August, with German morale running low due to lost ground both on the Somme and at Verdun, Germany’s General Erich von Falkenhayn was replaced by Paul von Hindenburg and Erich Ludendorff. The command change marked a change in German strategy: They would build a new defensive line behind the Somme front, conceding territory but allowing them to inflict even more casualties on the advancing Allied troops.

On September 15, during an attack at Flers Courcelette, the British artillery barrage was followed by an advance of 12 divisions of soldiers accompanied by 48 Mark I tanks, making their first-ever appearance on the battlefield. But the tanks were still early in their development stages, and many of them broke down before making it to the front line. Though the British were able to advance some 1.5 miles, they sustained some 29,000 casualties and fell short of a true breakthrough. As October began, bad weather stymied another Allied attack, with soldiers struggling to cross muddy terrain under fierce fire from German artillery and fighter planes. The Allies made their final advance of the battle in mid-November, attacking the German positions in the Ancre River valley. With the arrival of true winter weather, Haig finally called the offensive to a halt on November 18, ending the bloody battle of attrition on the Somme, at least until the following year. Over 141 days, the British had advanced just seven miles, and had failed to break the German line.

More than anything else, the Battle of the Somme—and especially its devastating first day—would be remembered as the epitome of the brutal and seemingly senseless carnage that characterized trench warfare during World War I. British officers, especially Haig, would be criticized for continuing the offensive in spite of such devastating losses. Many of the British soldiers who fought at the Somme had volunteered for army service in 1914 and 1915 and saw combat for the first time in the battle. Many were members of so-called Pals battalions, or units that were made up of friends, relatives and neighbors in the same community.

The Allied victory at the Somme—despite its horrific costs—inflicted serious damage on German positions in France, spurring the Germans to strategically retreat to the Hindenburg Line in March 1917 rather than continue battling over the same land that spring. Though the exact number is disputed, German losses by the end of the Battle of the Somme probably exceeded Britain’s, with some 450,000 soldiers lost compared with 420,000 on the British side. The surviving British forces had also gained valuable experience, which would later help them achieve ultimate victory on the Western Front.

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#Repost by @drstanakatic Speaking of feathers… Nature is a trip. After returning from a long overseas trip a few years back, we found that the temporary plastic coverings on the house windows had been torn off. We live in an area that has EXTREME storm weather. The storm shutters hadn’t been placed, yet. So, to guard against anticipated bad weather, we did the next best version. When we looked at the cameras to figure out why the window covers were torn to shreds, we discovered that Four Condors landed on the patio & pulled off everything. They were HUGE!! And the strange thing was that they landed on our patio at the same time that our plane landed at LAX. 🤷🏽‍♀️ These are two feathers they left behind on our front doorstep. #Nature #CaliforniaCondors #CaliforniaCondorConservationCommittee https://www.instagram.com/p/Ci3DZ96jLFn/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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tenderlywicked · 2 years

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Beyond Evil fanfiction rec list

I’m totally enraptured by a new fandom, Beyond Evil, and it’s a welcome reprieve from all the doomscrolling I’ve been doing lately. So I’m starting a new fic rec list! It’s mostly Han Joo Won/Lee Dong Sik. (Or is it Han Juwon/Lee Dongsik? I’ve seen both versions.)

all is well (in this blighted world) by fadefromwinter

Summary:

Right in the middle of the end of the world, Han Joo Won returned to Manyang with backpacks full of non-perishable food, medical supplies, and some choice military-grade weaponry.

All the bad dreams that you hide by katierosefun

Summary:

Dong Sik smiles crookedly, and Joo Won wonders if nap is the right word used to describe whatever it was that he was in the throes of in that corner of the shop. Not that Joo Won takes naps himself either, but he thinks that they shouldn’t look so sad. Or be done in the most random of places.

[or: five times dong sik sleeps in a place that isn’t a bed, and the one time he does.]

The Beekeeper by Magnolia822

Summary:

They can't fix each other, but they can learn how to move on together.

Behind Closed Doors by UnrememberedSkies

Summary:

Kwon Hyuk had only been working for Han Kihwan for six months, but he could already recognise the signs of an imminent explosion in both father and son. And Juwon was ready to detonate.

Kwon Hyuk and Han Juwon join Han Kihwan at a dinner party with people who could make or break Hyuk's career. But Juwon seems to be the biggest threat to his ambition, whether he intends it or not.

Boomerang by knups

Summary:

If Han Juwon doesn’t want to get teased, he shouldn’t look so cute annoyed.

Or, three times Dongsik teases Juwon only to make things more difficult for himself.

boy, don't you know you're a hurricane? by pale_and_tragic

Summary:

Han Joo Won can shake hands if he has to, if he’s very, very careful. It’s even possible, sometimes, to briefly hold a vision at bay. But he prefers not to risk it, unless it’s absolutely necessary. He prefers to simply not touch people at all.

(Or, Lee Dong Sik has a vision and saves Lee Yoo Yeon all those years ago . . . but somehow, reluctantly, Joo Won ends up his partner, anyway.)

Call Ended by furorem

Summary:

Dong-sik arranges his mother’s funeral. Joo-won insists on helping. Dong-sik copes the way he’s always coped with losing a family member - in his own obstinate way.

A Cherry-petal Eye by HaruIchigo

Summary:

Han Joo-won suspects that his partner is not only a monster. But a fox in disguise.

Cold Like a Driven Nail by SummerTeaPrince

Summary:

Han Juwon decides, when his car breaks down in the reed beds, that he should walk to Manyang. As a city boy he underestimates the weather.

company policy by 64907

Summary:

Office AU. Han Joowon returns to Korea at his father’s behest and finds himself more than curious with one of the company’s executives.

Consign me not to darkness by reqvicm

Summary:

“It might not be my place to say but...I think that, even when you lose the rest of your family, you shouldn't lose yourself too.”

That, Joo-won could very much argue against, “I didn't lose the rest of my family, though.”

Their eyes met, Hyuk cocking his head in mild confusion, yet anticipating something like 'Han Ki-hwan isn't my family'.

“You're still here, aren't you?” was what Joo-won said instead.

courage to make love known by TiffanyLamps

Summary:

Joo Won stares up at the night sky. His large eyes reflect the city lights, tears morphing them into a milky way. He seems sweet like this: docile without his guard keeping him in check. Jae Yi imagines this is the side only Dong Sik gets to see. Joo Won’s eyes spill drunken tears, beautiful like the Banpo Bridge. What a precious fool.“It should have been you, Jae Yi-ssi. You should have been the one I fell in love with but- but…”

[Or: a self-indulgent karaoke fic]

a cruel and futile miracle by princesskay

Summary:

Dong-sik goes to Seoul for sushi and ends up on Joo-won's doorstep.

Set during episode 8, after Joo-won's altercation with Jin-mook in the interview. Joo-won's gay crisis is fully realized

Daydreams and Nightmares by knups

Summary:

Juwon knows Dongsik is lying. He’s a figment of Juwon's imagination, feeding him just what he wants to hear the most. The moment Juwon wakes up, dream Dongsik will evaporate into thin air.

Endearment and Fears of the Unseen by MicroFrog

Summary:

Rationality meant accepting that his suspiciously cheap apartment was so for a reason, one that would shake the sceptics, and may have shaken him as well, if it wasn't for witnessing it himself: Dongsik was getting haunted.

Luckily enough, it seems his ghost meant no malice, rather only cared to enforce Very Strict rules to abide to in the daily. He could deal with the incovenience of daily vacuuming, of folding laundry "properly", of protests over his pick of a background tune when cleaning... At most, the nagging was pretty endearing. But he soon finds a burden way greater than chores in the fear of losing someone he never ever knew alive.

Everything In Its Right Place by fadefromwinter

Summary:

Five moments that did not happen between Lee Dong Sik and Han Joo Won, and one that still might. A Five Things AU. (AKA five AUs that almost got written.)

NEW Gift horse dentistry by RC_McLachlan

Summary:

Dong-sik is incredible in bed. Ju-won is furious about it.

He barely manages to stop himself from texting back and demanding to know who else's life and guts Dong-sik has rearranged like sitting room furniture. Instead, he sends a photo of the Niçoise salad he made for lunch as proof that he is capable of fulfilling his body's basic needs.

Because he's a gremlin, Dong-sik sends him back a photo of a whole red onion on a plate. Would you still want to kiss me if I eat this like an apple?

Absolutely not, Ju-won flat out lies.

NEW Heart and soul by bluetrees (WIP)

Summary:

Lee Dong Sik has spent nineteen years prison for a crime he did not commit. Now that he is finally free, he is out to find out the truth, as well as who did this to him, and make sure they regret the day they were born.

Hook, Line and Sinker by fadefromwinter

Summary:

Han Joo Won is missing.

NEW I can’t bear to be without you by princesskay (you have to log in to read it)

Summary:

Dong-sik gifts Joo-won a teddy bear for Valentine's Day

I don’t know much about gentleness, but i will protect you from now on by farfromthemaddingcrowd

Summary:

“Are you actually insane?”

At the register, Dongsik glances up from counting the bills and almost drops them all over the floor. Well, well, well. Of all the grocery stores, in all the cities, in all the world, he walks into mine. Dongsik greets Han Juwon, like he does with all customers, with a friendly smile. “I thought we established that I am.”

“Lee Dongsik-ssi, you madman. Why did you do this?” Straightforward as ever.

“I’m not going to get any work done with you here, am I?” Dongsik sighs, and leans both of his elbows against the counter. Instead of prevaricating, this time, he supplies the serious, honest answer: “The people of Manyang deserve to have their ghosts chased away. They have happy memories of this store, and I want to overwrite the sins that have occurred here.”

“And what about you?” Han Juwon takes a step closer. “Will anyone chase your ghosts away?”

In which the killing of inner demons is a life-long process, self-destruction is a tough habit for Dongsik to break, and a certain coiffed inspector prince returns to Manyang to hold another man’s hand and guide him through all the leftover grief.

if every house is haunted by pale_and_tragic

Summary:

Joo Won, freshly showered and comfortably melting into his couch, is on his third of glass of wine when the text message comes.

Yah. I’m moving. Help out, Lieutenant Han.

I love you (ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?) by katierosefun

Summary:

“I’m not making fun,” Dong Sik said. “I’m asking you to at least drink with someone next time, if you’re going to be at public.” Elevator—they were finally at the elevator. He pushed the button to take them up the floors.

Joo Won released a short laugh. “Are you…offering?”

[or: joo won makes a messy confession, dong sik short circuits, and perhaps settling for "this could be enough" isn't actually enough.]

Indoctrination by TiffanyLamps

Summary:

“It’s okay, Han Joo Won," Dong Sik doesn’t take his eyes off the road, continuing his teasing. "There’s no need to be jealous," he flashes a devilish grin and in return, gains Joo Won’s beauteous but fixated glare, completely ablaze with exasperation. "You can share me-”

“-Jealous?”

Dong Sik is the walking definition of whiplash… and Joo Won refuses to wear a seatbelt.

[OR: Han Joo Won has to endure a normal day at work; one free of serial killers, finger-pointing, and traumatising crimes. Although, he’s not sure what he gets instead is much better.]

In Search Of by foolish_mortal (WIP)

Summary:

Family gathering coming up? Mad at your dad?

I am a 40 year old unemployed man who just got out of prison. If you’d like to have me as your stictly platonic date for a family get-together, but have me pretend to be in a very long or serious relationship with you, to torment your family, I’m game.

NEW Into the deep by Magnolia822

Summary:

Six months into their 'relationship,' Han Joowon finds himself back in Lee Dongsik's basement.

in the middle of the night by SerpentineJ

Summary:

5+1 dongjoo jealousy fic.

keep you under my skin by tawny_owl

Summary:

Five occurrences of Han Joo Won and Lee Dong Sik, touching.

lay your weary head to rest by pale_and_tragic

Summary:

Joo Won can’t fall asleep. It happens sometimes. It’s not really a problem.

A Manyang Date by L_C_Weary

Summary:

"Too posh?" Hyuk let a smile take over his face. "So, it's a Manyang date, then."

(Or: Juwon tries to get ready for a Manyang event, and Hyuk is actually helpful, even if he disapproves.)

Memento Vivere by bluetrees

Summary:

As an arbiter of souls, it is Han Joo Won's job to decide the fate of every soul that arrives in his bar. He's been doing a fairly good job for a hundred years now, till a special guest arrives and all that Joo Won knows about the human condition and the afterlife is thrown into question.

Nobody’s Fault That You Didn’t Know Better by lewdhandholding

Summary:

There are some things in life that Juwon has not managed to master, or even attempt, as he stares down the possibility of being in a relationship for the first time. But that’s fine. He has raw determination and unfettered access to the internet on his side, he can handle this.

NEW The Odd Undersides of Stones by anisotropes

Summary:

It takes months for Joo Won to first mention Lee Dong Sik—although the therapist obviously knows more of his history than either of them acknowledges. After that, the therapist asks Joo Won, in the middle of unrelated anecdotes, “Does that remind you of Lee Dong Sik?” or “Is that how Lee Dong Sik made you feel?”

Pretty Boys Anonymous by sisilim

Summary:

A video call with an investigator, a judge, and a crime novelist, complaining about life. And some special someones.

Or: Pretty Boys and their Morally Ambiguous (maybe) Unhinged Middle Aged Men

(The Devil Judge/Beyond Evil/Strangers from Hell crossover)

Put Me To Work by isozyme

Summary:

The first time is an accident. Lee Dongsik hasn’t even finished going through his court proceedings. He hasn’t called, hasn’t texted. Juwon’s handling it by getting shitfaced in a tourist bar at 4pm on a Friday afternoon. Nobody from Manyang would be caught dead here.

Juwon doesn't contact anyone the year post-canon because he's busy drinking himself stupid and going home with the first person who looks willing to fuck him. You could call it a coping method. (Mind the warnings!)

read all the books beside your bed by katierosefun

Summary:

Han Joo Won stared at Dong Sik, then at the crowd of students.

He looked unimpressed, as though he wasn’t the most hated professor in the nation.

“Professor Lee,” he said calmly. “There’s no need to kick down my door.”

[or: the au where lee dong sik and han joo won are forcibly made co-professors.]

Resonant Frequency by RC_McLachlan

Summary:

Lee Dong-sik is an astonishingly competent detective. Correction: was.

Ju-won grapples with the reminder.

"What was your involvement when you were with the RIU?" Ju-won doesn't remember any of the detectives' names attached to the case notes, let alone if Dong-sik's was on the list, but then he hadn't been looking particularly hard.

"I was part of the second team that took a crack at the investigation. I think it was around 2010?"

"2009," Ju-won corrects.

One side of Dong-sik's mouth pulls up. "Which means you were, what, eight?"

Rome wasn't built in one day by AconitumPrimula

Summary

Dongsik rarely ever shows it, but he too is scared to lose.

Kind of five times and one-time trope but also not, just very angsty.

Simple Things by bluetrees

Summary

“How is it you take care of others, yet don’t take care of yourself?” It's simple, really. Taking care of other people's pain makes it easier to avoid your own-- something Lee Dong Sik is an expert in, until he's stuck in bed, feverish and unable to move. Lucky for him, Han Joo Won is as persistent as ever, even if his kindness proves to be a greater challenge than his animosity.

A Soft Epilogue by Shadows_Keeper

Summary:

It's been over a month since Han Juwon last talked to Lee Dongsik at the lunch honouring Chief Nam. He figured, since he hasn't heard from him, that lunch must have been a goodbye. He doesn't blame Dongsik for wanting to build a life without him after everything he put him through, but when he receives a text from him out of the blue telling him to take a vacation he remembers how much that man annoys him. It's clear he has been keeping tabs on him instead of just talking to him like a normal person. Juwon plans to meet up with Dongsik to show him how completely unnecessary and unwanted his advice is. The visit doesn't exactly go as planned, but it does go exactly the way he needs.

Or Han Juwon and Lee Dongsik get the romantic comedy ending they deserve.

Something of a Catastrophe by bluetrees

Summary:

Well, this isn't what Lee Dong Sik expected when he found a stray cat at his doorstep.

Three Dinners in Seoul by protos_metazu_ison

Summary:

Juwon sighed. “He was my partner when I was stationed in Manyang.”“Just a partner?” Inspector Kim turned to the rest of the Foreign Affairs team. “You should have seen him, bouncing up to that man like a puppy. I thought he’d been possessed.” (or Juwon and Dongsik grab dinner in Seoul)

To a Choir of Fools by serein

Summary:"You're always looking at me, Inspector Han. What's a man supposed to think?»

Warnings: dubious consent

to the sun and all the cities in between by 64907

Summary:

Han Joowon and all his firsts after, shared with Lee Dongsik and fondly remembered.

To Unhaunt a Home by reqvicm

Summary:“Joowon-ah...” he called once more, somewhere between concerned and slightly annoyed, then grabbed him by the arm to stop Joowon. “Don't be like this now. I'll handle things, I promise. I mean, we're basically like family now, right?”Joowon turned back around, perplexed. “What?”Hyuk nodded innocently, “Yeah. The three of us. So just let me-”“You're out of your mind,” Joowon hissed, forcefully pulling himself out of the grip the older still had on his arm. “We'll never be family, so just cut the crap.”

OR 5 times Hyuk regards them as family and the 1 time Joowon finally has the heart to return the sentiment.

The Very Next Day by triedunture

Summary:

Han Juwon needs a place to hide out. Lee Dongsik is very accommodating. And a little bit in love.

A post-canon "let's fuck about it" fic with Nasty Tenderness/Tender Nastiness (tm)

Waterworn Wishes by 64907

Summary:

In every jump, some things change for Lee Dongsik: his hair, clothes, surroundings, and often, his job. But there’s one person who’s almost always there.

What Isn't The Grave by isozyme

Summary:

The house had yellow walls and pale wood trim in all the rooms. The floors were linoleum, except the bathroom and the kitchen which had tile. Juwon cleaned the bathroom sink and the mirror every day with wipes, even though Dongsik didn’t leave much to clean. He only shaved every other day at most, and would rub raspily at his chin when his stubble got too long. Juwon would have hated the sound if it was anyone else. Instead he found the soft scratchy noise inoffensive, like the whir of wheels on an exercise bike.

***

Juwon moves in unannounced.

What You Call Balance by ConvenientAlias

Summary:An argument between Lee Dong-sik and Han Ju-won turns physical.Lee Dong-sik is pretty sure Han Ju-won craves punishment.

Warnings: dubious consent, consensual non-consent

When You Were Here Before by katierosefun

Summary:Joo Won opts for texting instead.He stares at the blank screen for a second, the blinking cursor.Assistant Inspector Lee, he begins.He deletes.I heard you’re ill.Then what?

[or: Dong Sik falls ill. A very disgruntled Inspector Han goes to check on whether his partner’s actually sick or not.]

a wildflower like (for) you by katierosefun

Summary:

The laughing hurt—made his lungs and throat grow that much tighter, made him all the more aware of the petals probably trying to claw their way out, set themselves free.Later, when Dong Sik walked down to the lake to meet his friends, Ji Hoon would point out the strange white lily petals floating on the water.“I didn’t know they bloomed this time of year,” he said.“They don’t,” Dong Sik replied. “Someone must have thrown them out.”

[or: yes, the jwds hanahaki disease fic.]

Worth Waiting for by KouriArashi

Summary:

“Why are you doing this?” Joo-Won demanded.

“Doing what?” Dong-Sik asked, one corner of his mouth twitching into that damnable smirk.

Joo-Won searched for the words to describe what he felt like Dong-Sik was doing. ‘Prying into my personal affairs’ would have been good. ‘Being an obnoxious piece of shit’, also a strong contender. ‘Refusing to accept the fact that I don’t want you here, I don’t want you in my life, I don’t want anyone in my life, I don’t need anyone in my life, and all you’re doing is driving me to distraction at a time when I need to be focused’, he thought, was probably the most accurate.

Somehow what he wound up saying through gritted teeth was, “Staying.”

With the twirl of a finger by Namless

Summary

When he’s done, Juwon fishes a handkerchief from the back pocket of his jeans, wiping the sweat away from Dongsik’s shoulders. Then he gets down to the coolbox and grabs the bottles inside. Dongsik is still admiring their garden, the mountain not so far, all covered in green in this season.

“You like my mane though.” There’s a slight appreciative hiss to his voice when Juwon slides the beer bottle against his spine and then the side of his throat.

“Of course I do.” Juwon replies, index finger twirling the end of the ponytail absent-mindedly. “It still needs a trim. Your mane will be all the more glorious.” he teases.

And you can also read my very, very angst-y Beyond Evil fic In a Rational and Sensible Way, about Joo Won’s unconventional methods of dealing with stress ;) Mind the warnings!

#beyond evil #beyond evil fanfiction #beyond evil fanfic recs #Han Joo-won #Lee Dong-Sik #jwds #han juwon #lee dongsik #kdrama #jtbc beyond evil

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landinoandco · 3 years

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An Unlikely Grand Prix

Daniel Ricciardo x reader

Warnings: flufffff

Word count: 2.1k

Requests are open :)

The Belgium Grand Prix was one that was highly anticipated - not only did it mark the end of the summer break and start to the second part of the season but it also promised some quality racing with its high speed corners.

You and Daniel were sitting in your hotel room on Sunday morning, a drink of coffee in your hand and a vitamin smoothie in his, your laptop open in front of you as you made some edits to the latest version of your book. You were an author and about to finish the final edit of your new novel.

“Have you seen the weather forecast for today?” He asked, leaning onto his forearms. You looked over your laptop lid and nodded, taking off your glasses.

“I have, you better be careful. It was bad enough in qualifying yesterday - “ You paused, saving your work and closing your laptop down. “I don’t care what people say - wet races always make me nervous. They shouldn’t have sent you out in Q3, it was hard to watch.”

A silence fell between the both of you, Daniel watched with a softness in his eyes. He knew exactly how you felt and he loved how supportive you were of him. You were his biggest fan and he could not be more thankful for it - you were there for him every weekend through rain and sunshine and through good races and bad races. You knew him better than anyone.

“I will be as careful as I can -” He reached across the table and took your hand in his. “I really feel like I’m getting somewhere though - P4.” He exclaimed, a smile flashing across his handsome features. You brushed your thumb over his hand.

“It was a really good lap - especially given the weather.” You agreed.

You moved your gaze to the window - the steady sound of rain hitting the hotel window filled the room.

“It’s definitely going to be a tense one.” Daniel muttered, pushing his chair back and getting up. You followed and made your way to the door, shrugging on your coat as you went.

The rain was pouring down as though the heavens above had opened - Daniel held an umbrella above both of you, sheltering you from the downpour. Members from different teams raced around the paddock to dry shelter - the buzz of conversation could already be heard from the grandstand in front of the pitlane. You admired the dedication of the fans; it was far from just a shower and for those exposed without even the slightest of cover would be drenched to the bone even by now and the grand prix was far from starting.

You looked over to Dan, his eyes twinkling and a spring in his step told you that he was looking forward to today’s race. His eyes flickered down to meet your gaze, bumping his shoulder into yours causing you to chuckle.

It was incredible to think about all of the things you two had managed to fit into 3 (going on 4) years. You met each other on the top of Table Mountain in Cape Town, you were there plotting for your next novel and Daniel was there hiking with his friends…

You were sat on a rock, looking out to the city of Cape Town tucked away under the mountain range - you were out in South Africa on an escape from the cramped conditions of London. You had a deadline quickly approaching to come up with a plot for your next book and as of that moment you still weren’t any closer to coming up with the next bestseller. Sure, you had ideas but they were yet to set a light a fire of motivation in you.

You had zoned out, your gaze attached to a bird soaring across the landscape ahead of you when a sudden voice pulled you swiftly out.

“Whatchu’ writing about?” The man asked, his tone was bright and as you looked over at him you saw the beaming smile stretched across his features. His eyes showed a confident but kind manner, brown curls stuck to his forehead and the beginnings of a beard covered the bottom half of his face.

“If I knew, I would tell you.” You quipped back, turning to face the man in order to see him properly. He had a muscular physique, no doubt a sportsman - you had thought at the time - an explosion of colour seeping out from his shorts caught your eye as you clocked the tattoos; they weren’t the only ones either as little drawings were littered over his hands and arms.

“Nice tattoos.” You complimented, nodding over to him. If it was at all possible, his smile grew larger and he put his fist out.

“I’m Daniel, by the way, Daniel Ricciardo.”

The rest was history - an adventure packed history. One filled with enough adrenaline to last you for the rest of your existence. The introductions had also prompted your next plot idea so the following week when you had returned to London you turned it into your agent - who had immediately loved the outline you had presented.

A few hours later and the start of the Belgium grand prix was approaching but still the track was resembling more of a spa - ironically - than a safe and functional track. Dan walked in from the drivers parade and shivered - his coat having provided no cover.

Frowning, you got up and handed him a towel, “What are the conditions like?” Nerves laced your tone. Dan sat down, shrugging, “They’re what we expected them to be like but it’s really rough. If we can even see 6 feet ahead it would be a miracle.”

A miracle was something they were all desperate for and before they knew it the race had been red flagged - deemed too dangerous to race so all of the teams were in their garages coming up with ways to entertain themselves.

You had made your way out of the McLaren garage to join Daniel who was wandering up and down the pitlane looking for a way to cause havoc.

You crept up to him and grabbed his shoulders and shouted: “boo,” in his ear causing him to jump up in shock and scream. You and many witnesses were doubled over in laughter as the Australian held his hand to his chest.

“I just came to say -” You started, “That you looked like you were about to do something mischievous and I wanted in on whatever your plan was.”

Dan looked at you with complete adoration in his eyes, a lopsided grin formed on his face. At that moment, he had never loved you more. It was a strange feeling that he couldn’t quite describe - it was just one he felt warming up his entire body. One thing he had always adored about you was the way you understood him - at the beginning of the relationship he knew you had found it hard to deal with his childish, devil may care attitude. As soon as you relaxed more around him, you two became more comfortable with one another - you decided to try his way of living. Letting fate take you to your next adventure and enjoying the unpredictability of it all. From your first adrenaline seeking adventure Dan had managed to persuade you to join him in - he knew he had found his partner in crime. Most importantly, Dan had taught you a way of living that was more enjoyable, a way of living that allowed you to get more out of life and push your comfort zone right to the limit.

“I have a few ideas.” He smirked, then grabbed your hand twirling you around as though you were ballroom dancing.

“What are you doing?” You giggled, the corners of your eyes crinkled as he pulled you into his chest, guiding one of your hands to rest on his shoulder as he grasped the other in his and held them up as though you were dancing the waltz; finally placing his hand on your waist.

“I don’t suppose you would have seen it but in 2015, the American qualifying was cancelled due to rain and to pass the time I danced with my teammate. I figured I would make a tradition of it.” He explained, twirling you around again.

“Did Lando not want to dance with you?” You questioned, the corners of your lips quirked up. Daniel stopped and took a step back. For a moment you thought you had said something wrong but then a spray of water splashed up the front of your coat. Gasping, you wiped the water from your face and Daniel’s smug smile came into focus. You looked down to where he was standing and saw a gaping hole that had now filled up with water.

“You little-” You had begun, a smile betraying you entirely as it crept upon your features. You wanted to pretend to be angry but he had caught you off guard.

“I thought that you would be a nicer dance partner - but apparently not.” He retorted, biting down on his lip in an attempt to stifle his laughter at your facial expressions. You looked at him and then down at the puddle, back at Daniel and then decided what your next move would be; before you could however he had picked you up over his shoulder, spinning around happily.

“Daniel-” You protested, having to close your eyes to avoid feeling motion sick. You heard him chortle then give in as you felt your two feet touch the ground once again. You pouted at him, strands of hair now stuck to your forehead - it was a sight to behold. Daniel’s heart skipped a beat, his breath becoming shallower as he brushed the loose strands of hair from your face. He had decided at that moment that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, he was ready to start the next chapter of his life with you. It would be a brand new adventure and probably the scariest yet.

“Marry me.” He mumbled, brushing his thumb over your cheek. He froze, an idea sparked, turning on his heel he fled in the direction of the McLaren garage.

Your eyebrows drew together in confusion, your heart thumping against your ribs. Drawing your lower lip between your teeth, you glanced around you only to realise the whole of the pitlane and grandstand of fans had fallen silent - watching on in anticipation. Had they heard what he had said? How could they have, Daniel had muttered so quietly even you had struggled to hear the words that tumbled from his lips. Little did you know, a camera had caught every moment and you were now the sole focus as you waited for Daniel to come back.

Moments later and he was running out of the McLaren garage, something in his left hand. You squinted to get a better look, from where you were standing all you could see was a flash of blue - but as he came closer you realised what he was holding was in fact a Haribo packet.

Your hands flew to cover your mouth, you knew exactly what he was about to do. You were fighting back tears of joy as he opened the haribo packet and pulled out a gummy ring, got down on one knee and said: “Marry me. Our new adventure, just you and me. My partner in crime.”

Tears ran down your cheeks as you nodded fervently, words appearing to fail you. You flung your arms around his neck. There was an eruption of cheer from around you, as fans whistled and clapped and fellow teams called out in congratulations.

You placed a hand either side of Daniel’s face, tears shone in his eyes. To most a gummy ring would seem immature - laughable even but to you, it confirmed to you how much you loved the man standing in front of you. The gummy ring he had presented to you meant so much more than being a Haribo. It represented you both as a couple. A love that was unconditional and would never get old and yet whilst you both would age - the love you had for one another would stay youthful, unpredictable and exciting.

You were more than ready to start the next chapter of your adventure with the man you loved most.

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bimrsadler · 3 years

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Hello! As a treat, may I request Arthur x f!Reader with number 62. "Bed. Now." (I rarely make such requests, so I hope it's okay 💖)

Prompt: “Bed. Now.”

A/N: Thank you for the request, and of course it’s okay! I made this a little longer than I intended because I have a hard time controlling myself lol, hopefully this is to your liking. 😊

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x f!Reader

Warnings/tags: nsft, nothing too crazy - just good ol’ fashioned smut, language

Word count: 1215

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The train robbery was risky and dangerous, but ultimately fruitful. Very fruitful. The gang scored enough money to live comfortably for a while, move closer to their plan of total freedom or hell, both. It didn’t really matter which to you. What mattered was that you were alive and tonight was a night of firsts. Your body was still humming from the electric thrill of it all.

Before this you’d mostly been delegated to chores or small jobs like pickpocketing drunk assholes, but this was your first chance to join in on the real fun. It didn’t go perfectly, some of the passengers fought back and the guards tried their best to do their jobs. Minor injuries were sustained and bullets narrowly avoided which was an entirely new experience for you.

The gang split up during the escape, some going carefully towards camp, others waiting it out in a nearby saloon. You on the other hand, made your exit with Arthur on the back of his horse. Your arms wrapped tightly around his waist with warm wind blowing in your hair as his loyal steed carried you away from the law, and to an abandoned cabin. Arthur informed you it was safe, as he’d used it for shelter between jobs like this, or for shelter during bad weather. It was sparse but nice enough with a bed and fireplace.

Still feeling intoxicated you hopped up onto the empty table in the middle of the room to catch your breath. “Damn that was exciting, ain’t ever done anything like that,” you laughed.

“That was one of the better ones for sure.” Arthur slowly sauntered over to you. “You did good tonight,” he said with a slight bashfulness.

Your body flushed with warmth in response to his praise, suddenly realizing it wasn’t just the outlaw life that was flooding you with exhilaration, but also the outlaw in front of you. The air became heavy with a tense silence, both anticipating the other to say something. You had each felt it building for months now, too stubborn or too scared to do anything about the chemistry that had grown. Being the first real opportunity to have privacy, the anticipation was palpable.

Your bodies were mere inches apart as Arthur set one hand on the table beside your hip. Utilizing your rush of fearlessness, you pulled him in for a hungry kiss, slow and firm. Wrapping your legs around his waist, Arthur’s body relaxed against yours. His strong arms finally embraced you, eyes fully closed and lost in the sensation.

Unexpectedly breaking the union, Arthur took a step back to look down at you. “Are you sure ’bout this?”

“I’ve wanted this for longer than you know. I’m sure.” You placed a reassuring hand on his chest.

“Well, I uh…I have too,” he admitted sheepishly. “I just…don’t wanna disappoint ya.”

“Arthur Morgan - you rob banks and shoot lawmen.” You began working at the buttons and ties on your dress as Arthur watched expectantly. “You don’t have to be afraid of me. Take what you want.”

A flame ignited in Arthur as he surged forward, drawing you impossibly close to his warm body. You felt his member pressed against your heat while he reciprocated the desperate kisses. The front of your dress was loosened enough for his rugged hands to massage your exposed breasts, groaning as if it were the first time he ever touched a woman. Abruptly stepping back he removed his gun belt and stripped down to his union suit. You watched as he palmed his bulge through the fabric, anxiously awaiting his touch to return to you. He brought his free hand to gently stroke the soft skin of your cheek, gingerly running his thumb over your lips before parting them. You allowed him in and sucked gently as he sighed with need.

All he could manage was two gruffly commanded words. “Bed. Now.”

Arthur’s sudden dominance was a bigger rush than the robbery. You did as you were told, removing what you could from underneath your dress as you made your way over. Arthur was impatient however, his large frame driving you down to the mattress before you finished. Roughly pulling your dress above you hips and parting your thighs he inserted two fingers into your wetness, gliding in with ease. “Damn sweetheart, this is for me?”

“Yes!” You moaned as your walls fluttered around his moving fingers. “I need you now Arthur!”

Unable to wait any longer you pushed Arthur up to his knees and unbuttoned his union suit enough to release the hardness between his legs. He allowed you to work him in your hand briefly before returning you to your back as he plunged into your entrance. “You got me girl, you got me…” his husky voice whispered into your ear as you felt him stretch you and reach your core with a pleasant burn. You exhaled with satisfaction, he definitely was not a disappointment.

After a moment of stillness, Arthur brought your hips flush with his own, setting your legs on his broad shoulders. Thrusting in and out of you he set an unyielding pace with a bruising grip on your waist. The bed squeaked beneath the sharp movements, the headboard a steady thump behind you. Arthur was wordless for some time, grunting and panting with an intense gaze as he took his pleasure. Any concerns of decorum or decency were gone by then, and instead replaced with the need to find the release with you he was so pent up for. No thinking, just doing.

Moving his thumb to your clit, he used languid strokes and delicate circles to bring you closer to your peak. You couldn’t help writhing and bucking as the pleasure from the girth inside matched the pleasure from the stimulation outside. “You like that?” The tone in his voice was cocky as he stared down at you, a smirk on his prideful face.

“It feels so good Arthur, and I take it you like bein’ inside me?” You winked.

“Oh you have no idea,” Arthur panted, his voice becoming shaky. “So wet…and warm. It’s been so long...” It became apparent that you were not a disappointment either and he wanted this for some time.

Gripping Arthur’s forearms you found your bliss as his thumb performed the final movements needed to put you over the edge. You swore you could pass out as the waves of pleasure mixed with all of the other thrills of the night. The rolling of your hips against him and tight pulsations around his cock brought Arthur’s own climax. He braced himself with one arm against the headboard and pulled himself to completion in the other, breathy praises and moans falling from his lips.

After cleaning up Arthur lit a fire and helped you out of the rest of your dress. The two of you were so frantic with lust you hadn’t even undressed properly or taken the time to appreciate each other. He made sure to look you over with gratefulness and let you know how beautiful you were.

“Sorry it took me so damn long to make a move…” he ran a calloused hand over your soft thigh.

“Way I see it, we can always make up for lost time...”

#arthur morgan #rdr2 #nsft #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan x f!reader #ask game #rdr2 fanfic #fanfic #asks #prompts

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bookishofalder · 3 years

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Rainy Days

Spencer x Reader

Request: @starwithoutdarkness - Hey! I heard you were looking for requests! Maybe Spencer Reid x reader fake dating fluff? Combined with Request: @paulaern - Hello! What about Spencer Reid x reader when they realizes they love each other? Like reader makes something for Spencer and he thinks like "I can't deny anymore, I'm completely and hopeless in love with her" or something like that (G!neutral if you want)

A/N: Thank you so much for sending in requests! Hope this makes you smile!

Warnings: Swearing, moderate BAU violence, creepy men, fluffiest fluff, intense headache description. Set randomly post prison Reid but Hotch is still there because he should have been! WC-2,488

Spencer was staring at the geo-profile he had been working on all day, very glad to be inside. The weather in Seattle had stayed consistently rainy for the two days the BAU team had been in town assisting in catching a killer, who had been committing serial robberies/murders with no apparent rhyme or reason. And while Spencer didn’t mind the rain, he did mind loud, busy cities. Combined, they usually led to a headache that would take a day or two to recover.

The door to the conference room he was working alone in burst open and slammed shut so suddenly he nearly jumped out of his skin, turning to see-

You.

Spencer hated it when you appeared without warning, catching him entirely off guard and presenting the risk that you would notice the visible effort it took for him to compose himself around you.

While he’d noticed how beautiful and hilarious and empathetic you were the moment you joined the team, he’d fallen in love with you when you had your first case with them. Spencer had begun to ramble about the specifics of casinos, and how ‘beating the house’ was nearly impossible, when the rest of the team had tuned out. A temporary member, Agent Seaver, had sneered ‘I’m sorry I asked.” Effectively shutting him up. But then you had turned in your seat next to him and, after shooting Seaver a look had asked him to continue. And though he didn’t have that much more to say, and it wasn’t all that interesting, you listened to every single word and thanked him.

It had been years since that had happened, your friendship had blossomed into best friends, something Spencer cherished immensely. This was partly why he shoved his feelings down. The relationship did not need to change for Spencer to remain happy; as long as he got to spend time with you at work, or watch movies and make tent forts in his living room. And visit his mom (who adored you and always gave you book recommendations that you would be sure to read the moment you could), or go to comic conventions and museums...yes, as long as he could always do those things with you, he was happy.

No need to risk changing a perfect thing.

Now though, you were shutting the door and giving him your most panicked look, wide-eyed, with your hair damp from the rain you no doubt had run through to get inside, accounting for your breathlessness. If it weren’t for the worry that had sprung up inside of him upon seeing your expression, he would have fixated on how beautiful you looked at that moment.

“Spencer, you’re my boyfriend.” You whisper yelled at him, quickly stepping closer and setting your bag down on the conference table.

“Wha-“ He began, but you cut him off frantically.

“I’ll explain-just, oh fuck-“

Spencer stood frozen to the spot as the door reopened and one of the senior detectives sauntered in, a friendly smile somewhat overshadowed by the almost predatorial glint in his eyes. You awkwardly stepped closer to Spencer, raising a hand in hello.

“Agent (Y/L/N), great to see you’re back, I was hoping to catch you before the end of the day!” He said merrily, placing two hands on the back of the nearest chair. Something about the way his hands gripped the chair made Spencer feel...on edge.

You gave the fakest little giggle Spencer had ever heard from you, “Oh, nice to see you too Detective! Just had to catch up with Agent Reid here...”

When his eyes moved from you to assess Spencer briefly, he felt a protective force rear up, instincts entirely at alert. Without hesitating, he casually draped an arm over your shoulder, brushing some hair back as he did, and replied, “And you promised we could get some coffee from the Starbucks down the road, hon.”

He enjoyed the way your cheeks flushed and noticed the pulse in your neck pick up. You glanced up at him, trying to look coy but he knew you too well and could see you were partly surprised, and also trying not to laugh.

“Um, of course, I nearly forgot, babe, let’s go in about 5-unless, did you need something specific, Detective?” She broke off to glance back at the now scowling man, who gave an annoyed jerk of his head before stomping back out of the room.

Once the door banged closed behind him, you let out the biggest sigh of relief, raising a hand to your face in dismay.

Spencer hadn’t removed his arm yet, “I’m assuming I just helped you avoid being asked out, but why-?”

“Uhg, Spencer, I’ve already turned him down TWICE since we’ve arrived! He’s literally the kind of dude who doesn’t take no for an answer unless another man has some fucking misogynistic claim over the woman!” You exclaimed, before moving to stand right in front of Spencer and lean just your head to his chest, staring down at the floor, “I hate everything.”

Spencer laughed, patting your back softly, but internally making note that he wouldn’t be letting you go anywhere alone for the rest of this case-that detective gave him the creeps. And while you were beyond capable of protecting yourself, he just knew he wouldn’t be able to focus on anything if he thought you could be hurt.

“Well, just so we’re clear I would never want to be called ‘babe’ in a relationship.” He joked and the desired effect was his immediate reward when you lifted your head and giggled-your genuine, beautiful little giggle-and then grinned.

“Spencer, you called me ‘hon’ like we were 70.”

Spencer considered a moment, “We could be, you’ll be Gladys and I’ll be-“

“Winston!” You supplied eagerly, and he frowned at you, trying not to laugh.

“Winston?”

“It’s really very dignified, the kind of name where people call you ‘sir’.” You replied cheekily, and while Spencer grinned, a part of him felt a swoop of pleasure when your lips formed the word ‘sir’.

He decided very quickly that he liked the idea of you calling him that. And then, just as swiftly dismissed that train of thought and chastised himself.

As you both stood together and laughed, the door swung open and Hotch and the team followed him in, all in various stages of the results of exposure to the rain, looking equally grim. Spencer and you abruptly stopped when you saw their expressions and launched back into work mode seamlessly.

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Two days later, the team was closing in on the unsub and everyone was on high alert. Taking the profile and applying it to the geo-profile he had been working on, Spencer had narrowed down this grubby old apartment that sat above a nightclub as the most likely spot the unsub was staying at. Of course, they were arriving at night which meant the club was busy and loud, people lined up out the doors waiting for their chance to enter, pay too much for a drink and grind their bodies against strangers.

Spencer’s headache from the unforgiving rain was thrumming now with the music that seemed entirely unencumbered by the walls of the stairwell, the team slowly climbing. It was bad enough that his eyes narrowed somewhat, but he didn’t lose focus.

You were behind him, watching his six as Hotch and Morgan approached the door ahead and prepared to breach. Spencer slipped a hand behind his back and, on cue, you’re pinky wrapped with his. A brief promise to each other, ‘I’ve got you.’.

They had anticipated violence and heavy arms, so when their announcement was met with silence and the door was kicked open, the tactical response was to secure positions and carefully proceed. Agents and SWAT members lined the building and were, at that moment, securing the club below to ensure the unsub couldn’t flee into a room full of potential hostages.

Spencer and you were the third pair to enter, quickly moving ahead of the others to secure more rooms, eyes peeled for movement. The floor was covered in litter and random spots of dirt and dried substances. It smelled like body odour and axe body spray-which immediately went to Spencer’s headache and caused it to throb in protest.

“Freeze!”

You had shouted right as Spencer noticed the movement from a back room down the hall, as the unsub leaned out and, not abiding by the command, opened fire. Spencer grabbed you and swung you both behind the wall of the kitchen, out of the line of fire while he shouted the unsubs location.

You recovered quickly, dropping to the ground and leaning out to return fire as Hotch and Morgan ran across to the living room to join the battle. It only took a few moments after that before Morgan managed to get a shot to the suspect's shoulder and he fell with a cry of anguish.

You popped up from the ground, watching as Prentiss and Rossi moved forward to secure the man, and barked into your radio for medics to come in.

Spencer, meanwhile, was reeling. When the shots in the room had all joined together in a cacophony, sound and noise piercing his skull, it had converted to pain and panic in his skull, overwhelming him. He had used his own body to shield yours when he pulled you with him into the wall, and the caution he took with you meant he hadn’t caught himself carefully enough, his head bouncing lightly off of the stone wall.

Which, on a normal day would have simply been annoying. But today, with a headache so severe he was beginning to get spots in his vision, it was detrimental. The scene was secure, so he allowed his eyes to shut, a meagre reprieve but at least it was something, at least he didn’t have to see the beams from the flashlights or the pulsing of the neon signs outside of the windows...

“Winston, take my hand.” Your voice was so, so soft. Spencer let his mouth open slightly, a small rush of air all he managed, trying to say ‘I can’t-it hurts, make it stop’ but you grasped his hand tightly and pulled and he followed, his other hand reaching and grabbing that back of your vest, he let you lead him.

He knew from the reduced foot traffic of agents and crime scene workers that you were taking the rear exit, a stairwell that was narrower than the main. He peeked through his lashes to take the stairs, and then suddenly, the cool night air hit him and the door was closing behind you both.

You kept walking with purpose, leading Spencer further away from the loud building. The rain spattered his face but with each step the noise reduced and after a short walk it became relatively quiet.

“Sit.” You murmured, halting. Spencer opened his eyes and saw that you had led him to the farthest spot in the parking lot from the building, where trees lined the lot along a community park that was probably utilized by vagrants and drug dealers more than families. But there was a bench, and you were waiting for him to take a seat. You had pulled out a compact, expandable emergency rain shield from one of the pockets on your FBI utility belt and tossed it on the bench, protecting you both from soaking your underwear.

Spencer sat, setting his elbows on his legs and leaning forward with his hands pressed to his face. He took deep, steadying breaths as you joined him, your hand on the back of his neck. At first, he thought you were just resting it there because his FBI vest would have prevented him from feeling your hand on his back, however, a moment later it was joined by your other hand and a very cold object.

Resisting the urge to pull away, he gasped at the contact, “What-?”

“On-the-go cold compress, Doctor.” You explained, leaving it in place and then rummaging again. Spencer wanted to look but the compress, combined with the quiet, was already doing wonders. He continued to take deep breaths.

“When you’re ready, try this.” You said softly, pressing something to his hand. Opening his eyes, he saw a mini flask that had his name written on the side.

He turned his head slowly so as not to move the compress and met your eyes, which were assessing him with concern. “(Y/N), when did we start drinking on the job?”

You giggled quietly, “It’s just water mixed with this like, vitamin powder that’s supposed to be good for rehydrating you quickly. I did some research on how to help headaches like yours on the go, just in case, and I made this ‘Spencer’ care bag.” You rambled a little when he didn’t reply.

Spencer looked back at the flask and opened it, quickly downing the contents. It tasted pretty fruity and he realized he was thirsty, this taking the edge off.

“Is it okay?” You asked. Spencer raised his head and met your eyes, searching them.

He was overwhelmed, the headache already fading, in its place an intensely warm feeling building inside of him as he considered the time and effort you had taken to care for him. He hadn’t asked you, or hinted, you had just taken it on to find a way to help him and you were right there when he needed you the most.

You had always been there when he needed you. When he had been shot protecting Blake, when he struggled to care for his mother, when he had gone to prison, when he was freed, you were there.

The words tumbled out, unable to be contained a second longer.

“I am hopelessly in love with you.”

Your mouth opened and closed in surprise, taken entirely off guard. Though he worried what you would say, he couldn’t deny the relief he felt having finally said it out loud. He watched patiently as your mind processed his confession, holding his breath.

“I-Spencer,” And then suddenly your lips were pressing into his and the pain from his headache ceased entirely. Spencer was consumed by the feel of you against him, of your hands holding his face and the hum of content you gave when he returned your passion, dropping his flask and sliding his hands up your neck, gripping tenderly.

After what could have been hours, weeks, or years, you both broke apart, pulling back just enough to make eye contact without your eyes crossing. Neither of you let go, your breath puffing out in wisps in the cold night air.

“I love you too,” You breathed, “I could grow old with you, Winston.”

Spencer laughed, relief and happiness swooping through him at your words, “Gladys, I couldn’t imagine anything more perfect.”

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You grinned back at Spencer, and then he kissed you again.

#spencer reid x reader #reid x reader #spencer reid #bau x reader #fluff #fake dating #requested #fanfic #reader insert #friends to lovers #best friend #love #mgg x reader #mgg fanfiction

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i have a request for something Taehyung! maybe taehyung christmas/holiday??? OR taehyung and the prompt "Give me attention"??? honestly i will take anything taehyung 🤩

↳ The Best Friend’s Older Brother Cliché

2.3k || 99% Fluff, 1% Angst || Kim Taehyung || Best Friend’s Older Brother!AU

Taehyung is your best friend’s older brother.

It’s so entirely cliché that you cringe whenever you think about it, but it’s true and it happened…..you had the tiniest crush on him in high school. Okay— it was a big, fat crush. But you weren’t willing to admit it, not then and certainly not now. Mostly because it’s weird. Plus there’s the fact that it would be breaking the code of honour between besties. Sisters before misters.

The last thing you would want is to make Joy upset.

But when you came home from college in the summer and Taehyung returned from his own studies abroad...you didn’t expect him to look like that.

“Hey, Y/N.”

“H-Hey.”

Taller. Leaner. Better dressed.

Maybe it had just been a long time since you’ve seen Taehyung. Maybe you had gotten desensitized but the long period away from him made you hyper aware of his existence again. Either way, seeing him made you realize that he had very much become a man.

He was no longer just the unattainable, cool teenage boy that you swooned over but left behind nonetheless in your coming of age years. And that fact slapped you across the face.

You didn’t expect for him to be like that either.

To smile at you like that. To strike up conversations. To be interested in what you were doing, where you were going.

“What are you majoring in again?”

“Anthropology.”

“Really? That’s super cool. I took one anthropology class when I was a freshman. Do you like it?”

“It’s not too bad. I think it’s interesting.”

Taehyung smiles faintly. “I always knew you were smart.”

It was one date.

You came over. Joy was abruptly called in to fill a shift at her summer job at the ice cream parlor.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry. I swear I’m going to choke Jimin.”

“And then who’s gonna have to bail you out? Get going before you’re late.”

“Promise we’ll hang out more tomorrow.”

“Have fun at work!”

Taehyung happened to be there, hanging around the house, and he offered to drive you home.

“You really don’t have to.”

“I’m not going to make you take the bus in this hot weather, you know that right?” The corner of his mouth tugs easily. “Just get in the car.”

Except you both stopped to grab a small bite. A burger and fries. While sitting out at the park.

You’re not sure if that even constitutes as a date — there was nothing said about it, no mention made, all entirely too casual to be considered one. But it was the first time you and Taehyung were alone together.

Okay, if that counts...then technically it was two dates.

You and Joy went out to Jungkook’s party. She had a little too much to drink and the pair of you needed a ride home afterwards. Naturally, Taehyung was the one who picked you up in his car, begrudgingly, as Joy fought him before she laid down in the backseat, but he still flashed you that smile.

“Had fun tonight?”

“It was alright.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t end up going home with him.”

“Who?”

“You know. That guy with the glasses you were talking to on the lawn.”

“Namjoon? Oh no, we’re just friends.”

“Hmm. Is that so.”

After Joy was put to bed and tucked in, Taehyung asked if you wanted to stick around to watch a movie. You might or might not have cuddled into him during those three hours, but really was it cuddling? He just slung his arm over the couch where you were sitting and you leaned into his chest.

The two of you were just getting comfortable.

Alright, if that counts, then it was three dates but just three!

Taehyung asked you out personally, but it was to help him pick a gift for Joy’s birthday. He drove you downtown and you walked together in the streets, checking out boutiques before parading around the mall.

“What do you think?”

“Joy hates camo print and she doesn’t need another backpack, Taehyung.”

“Perfect! So she’ll love this then.”

He ended up getting a sweater she’d been eyeing for months.

When it became dark and you got hungry, instead of being dropped off at home, you went to the night market together on a whim. You snacked, had conversations and exchanged numerous stories. You still remember the laughter and how much your cheeks ached when you finally jumped into bed that night.

But before the summer ended, before you both left for your respective colleges, he wanted to talk.

“I had a lot of fun this summer.”

You eye him. “What did you even do this summer?”

“Hang out with you.” Taehyung grins, eyes sparkling with mischief. “And I liked it.”

“Good. I might be hurt if you thought this entire time was awful.”

“I like you too much to ever think that. But...hear me out. What would you think we made things offici—

“We’re going to be super busy,” you interrupt in a panic, having a sense of where he was going with this. “...going to different schools and all that.”

You search his expression while schooling your own. Taehyung stays silent for a second and tries to read you. You’re not sure how successful he is.

“Right.”

“I’ll contact you, Taehyung.”

He smiles at that and eases. “Okay. Yeah. Sounds good. You can call or text me anytime.”

“Anytime?” You try to lighten the mood by shooting him an incredulous look. “I wouldn’t want to bother you.”

“If it’s you, it wouldn’t be a bother. Trust me.”

Except when you got back, you didn’t call him. You didn’t text him either.

You only saw him briefly when Joy would occasionally facetime him in the same room as you, when you were merely a figure in the background and Taehyung would ask who it was.

“Y/N, of course, who else?”

And you would give a small wave.

There were no conversations, no small talk, no exchanges of laughter. But it was better that way. Otherwise, you wouldn't know what Joy would say, how she’d react. You don’t even know if he’s serious about you. And you’re too scared to find out the answers to any of these questions.

It didn’t matter anyway. Deep down, you know Taehyung should be kept at a distance. You know it would be better if these feelings could fade away as a sweet, brief summer romance.

What you didn’t anticipate is to come over to the Kim’s for the holidays a few months later.

“Where are you going?”

Taehyung’s following after you, trailing at your heels like a lovesick puppy. “And don’t tell me you’re showering because you already used that excuse to avoid me today.”

You spin around, masking your startlement at just how close he is, and you frown. “I’m not avoiding you.”

The corner of his mouth tugs. “We shouldn’t lie to each other, sweetheart, even if you have the tendency to do that.”

You feel hot in your face from the pet name. “I never lied to you.”

Taehyung raises his brows. The both of you know then and there it’s a lie.

“My empty phone says differently.”

You cross your arms defensively. “I never promised I’d remain in contact. I was just...busy with classes.”

“Oh. Another lie again.” Taehyung grins, and he exhales softly causing a hundred goosebumps to raise along your skin when you feel the warmth of his breath. “You should really stop your bad habit, Y/N.”

You take a step back and he steps forward.

Before you know it, he’s cornered you in the dark hallway, staring at you intently before his half-lidded eyes flicker to your lips.

You swallow hard. “Go annoy your sister instead.”

“Why should I?” His mouth slyly curls. “I like you way better.”

For the entire duration of the break so far, the both of you have been sneaking around the whole time. From Taehyung instigating a game of footsies under the dinner table to whispering in your ear when no one’s looking to winking at you from across the room so quickly that you’d miss it if you blinked. You feel his affectionate hand on the small of your back when he slides by you, feel his gaze when his shoulders graze yours, and you feel the tickle in your tummy when his voice lowers into that seductive, husky pitch.

During the summer, he was kind and friendly Taehyung. Cautious when it came to you. Hesitant to look your way.

But this time, he’s intensified. Flirtatious. Bold. Pulling out all stops.

Maybe it’s because he’s pissed that you didn’t contact him like you said you would. Maybe because he doesn’t understand why you’re restraining yourself, and he feels the need to push to know. Maybe because he suspects you know he likes you, and you like him — he wouldn’t be wrong.

But either way, his new brazen approach was making you weak in your knees.

“Your mom’s coming,” you mutter while pressing your hands to his chest. You don’t know how or why he feels so firm.

“She isn’t. But even if she was, she’d be more than happy to know we’re together.”

“W-We’re not together, Tae.”

“That could change right now.”

“I...I can’t.”

His thick brows furrow. “Why not? I like you, Y/N, a lot.”

You swallow hard, feeling scrutinized under his heavy gaze. Taehyung’s beauty is lethal when he’s this close and you feel an urge to brush away the dark strand that’s fallen in front of his forehead from his neatly styled hair. It was a contrast to the casual hoodie and sweatpants he was wearing. He was handsome and cozy, ready to stop hearts or be hugged like a teddy bear.

It didn’t help that he was saying these kinds of things either. “I know.”

“I don’t think you do.” His voice drops a pitch. “For the past few months, I’ve been thinking about the summer and you. The entire time, I was waiting for you to call me, to text me. Do you know what that’s like?”

“Taehyung.”

“We can make this work. I want to make it work, so don’t make me wait anymore.”

You gaze at him, breath hitched in your throat and your self-control meets its limit. You practically leap onto Taehyung, heart thundering against your rib cage, standing on the tips of your toes — all to kiss him.

It’s soft and unhurried.

Taehyung is caught off guard, but then you feel his wide smile against you. Immediately, his strong arm reaches for your waist and he tugs you in. A yelp escapes your throat as your bodies become flush against one another. Taehyung’s other hand presses against the wall behind you and he tilts his head to deepen the kiss. His tongue licks into your mouth and you groan, wrapping your arms around his neck. He tastes like sugar cookies, smells like citrus, and absolutely makes your knees weak.

You’re not sure how long you and Taehyung make out for, swapping spit like horny teenagers without experience.

It’s not until you hear a— “what the hell!” — do you break apart.

Joy is standing at the end of the hall and you shove Taehyung away from you, wide-eyed. He stumbles back, equally surprised.

“I-I can explain!”

Joy’s jaw has gone slack and you realize she’s waiting for said explanation.

“I….I…we….umm….”

Taehyung looks at you and then at his sister, opening his mouth to rescue you from this mortifying experience. But his sibling beats him to the punch—

“Look.” She raises her hands and you brace yourself. She wouldn’t end your years of friendship over this, would she? Then again, you can’t blame her if she did. “You don’t have to make this weird. It isn’t weird unless you make it weird. So I’ll just pretend I didn’t see anything.”

“Wait.....what?” That was certainly not the reaction you were expecting. You think you’re more taken aback than she is. “You’re okay with this? You’re okay if we’re dating?”

Joy nonchalantly shrugs. “It’s not a big deal. You’re adults, so you can make your own decisions and I kind of had a feeling there was something going on anyway.” She smiles and looks at her older brother. “Taehyung, you’re way too obvious. The biggest gift under the tree is for her from you.”

He grins. “You caught me there.”

You’re shell-shocked at how unconcerned she is and seemingly supportive at that.

“You knew?”

“Of course I do. We’ve been friends for what, ten years? I knew you had a crush on my brother back then. So if anything, it’s about time.” Joy raises her fist at Taehyung. “You better not make Y/N cry or I’ll make you cry.”

He snorts. “Wow, thanks.”

“Anyway, continue.” Joy lazily gestures. “But we’re watching a movie in five so be quick.”

Your best friend leaves to the bathroom where she was heading to in the first place and you turn to Taehyung who has an amused grin. “Well?”

“I don’t know.” Your mind is reeling at everything that’s happening and how real this is becoming. “For some reason in my mind, I thought that would go way worse.”

“Is that why you were so worried? You didn’t need to be. Joy likes you way more than she likes me, so if anything I’d be the one getting the flack.” Taehyung smiles and leans in. “But does this mean we can finally make it official? Can I call you my girlfriend already?”

You sigh and lift your arms to loop around his neck again. He leans in for another kiss, but you stop short an inch— “Depends on what that gift under the tree is.”

Taehyung grins and before you can pull away, he tugs your waist into him once more.

This time you kiss each other unabashedly.

#bts fanfic #bts scenario #taehyung fanfic #taehyung scenario #taehyung fluff #taehyung reader insert #bts reader insert #squirrelandcrafts #Jimlings #Taehyung as your best friend's flirty and hot older brother lol

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Not Just Another Day

Jack Frost x Reader | ☁️ | 1.4k

The sound of someone tapping your window made you look up from the book you were reading. Spotting Jack waving to you from outside your window, you grabbed your bookmark and stuck it into the book.

Rolling out of your bed, you opened your window to look at the Guardian of Fun.

“(Y/N)! Took you long enough,” Jack said with a huff.

You stuck your tongue out at him. “You mean you’re too impatient, Jack.”

Jack chuckled and hopped into your room when you stepped aside. He glanced around your space, noticing the book you had been reading prior to opening the window.

“That doesn’t look like a very festive thing to be doing,” he commented. “Is it a good book at least?”

“Yeah, you should give it a try, if you ever read,” you responded, moving the book off your bed and onto your desk. You could see Jack rolling his eyes at your remark, but ignored it. Moving back to your bed, you sat down to watch the winter spirit. “Besides Jack, not everything you do during the holidays has to be festive.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Jack agreed. He turned around and tilted his head, peering at you curiously. “I’ve noticed you seem a bit off lately, everything okay, snowflake?”

You froze at his words. “Have I seem off?”

“Just a little.”

The Guardian of Fun moved to sit down next to you.

Of course he would notice this much, you and Jack been friends for a while after being introduced by Sandy and Tooth. Something about you and Jack just clicked - the two of you hung out on a regular basis.

“You want to talk about it?”

The kind tone that Jack used made you lower your guard a bit. This was Jack, after all. You could trust him with almost anything.

“My birthday is coming up,” you began. “It’s after Christmas.”

Jack nodded, listening intently. He didn’t say anything, worried that you might decide not to say anything at all.

“I... don’t really like to celebrate my birthday. It’s just...” You paused. A frown appeared on your face as you thought back on what happened. “Let’s just say I have bad memories associated to my birthday.”

“Ah, I see,” Jack softly said. “Thanks for letting me know, (Y/N).”

You offered him a small smile.

The white haired boy seemed deep in thought for a moment, as if he were trying to figure something out. But before you were able to ask what was on his mind, he jumped up.

“I almost forgot why I came by!” he exclaimed. “The snow outside is perfect for a snowball fight! You have to come out with me.”

Deciding to mess with him, you pouted.

“But it’s the perfect weather to stay inside and finish reading,” you whined playfully. “Why can’t we just stay inside and read all day.”

At this, Jack began to pout too.

You laughed at his expression. “Alright. I was just joking - I’ll finish my book later. Let me grab my jacket.”

Jack cheered as he hopped back out your window, telling you to hurry up.

Anything was fine to help you take your mind off things. A snowball fight was definitely something you were up for anyways.

After spending the day with you, Jack had gone back to his usual duties of bringing snow around the world. The entre time however, he couldn’t help but think back on what you had told him.

Birthdays were supposed to days to be celebrated. They were days to express how much you cared about having someone be part of your life.

Ever since meeting you, Jack had found himself drawn to you. He never said anything about it, but it seemed like Tooth and her fairies seemed to catch on straight away.

“Seems like you have a crush on someone, Jack,” Tooth had pointed out one day. “Baby Tooth says you’re always busy, trying to see someone.”

“What?” Jack asked, surprised by this accusation. “I...”

He couldn’t find the words to defend himself.

The word crush made him think of you - and that made his cheeks heat up.

“Ooh, who is it?” Tooth asked excitedly. She flew around Jack in anticipation. “Do I know them?”

“It’s... (Y/N),”

Tooth clapped her hands together with a smile.

“That’s great, Jack. I hope things go well between the two of you.”

Just like how you were always able to get him to smile, Jack wanted to the same for you in return. Especially if your birthday was a day that bring you good memories.

“I should go talk to North,” he murmured to himself. Jumping up, he called out to the wind. “Take me to the North Pole!”

“Hey (Y/N), wake up...”

You let out a groan, slowly blinking your eyes open. Pushing yourself up, you sat up in your bed. As your eyes adjusted to the dark room, you could see someone standing in your room via moonlight.

“Bunny?” you asked, confused. “What are you doing here?”

“I have a very important task to do,” Bunny said. He offered you a paw and pulled you out of bed. “There’s somewhere we need to go, are you ready?”

You looked down at what you were wearing. “Do you think it’s okay for me to go like this?”

Bunny smiled and nodded. “Don’t worry about that, you always look fine.”

“Okay, I guess I’m ready then,” you agreed.

With a tap of his foot, one of Bunny’s rabbit holes opened up and swallowed the two of you. Sent on a wild ride through the tunnels, you soon were sent flying out of the other end.

“Surprise!”

The loud cheers startled you as you looked up to see that you were at the Pole and all the Guardians were there. North, Sandy, Tooth, Bunny, and Jack. Slowly getting up, you noticed how the room had been decorated to celebrate a party. Even the yetis were wearing birthday hats.

“Happy birthday, (Y/N)!” Tooth said, putting on a birthday tiara on your head.

Sandy waved to you with a smile, a little picture of a cake floating above his head.

“Good to see you, birthday girl!” North exclaimed, pulling you into a quick hug.

“You guys...” you said, your eyes welling up with tears. “You did this all for me?”

“Of course, it’s your birthday, how could we not celebrate?” Tooth replied. She flew closer to you, whispering a message in your ear. “This was all Jack’s plan by the way.”

Hearing her comment made your cheeks warm up. Looking over at the Guardian of Fun, you decided to go confront him about it. As you headed towards him, you were slowed down by others who wanted to wish you a happy birthday along the way.

By the time you were free again, you noticed Jack had slipped into another room. Following him, you noticed how much more quiet this room was compared to energy from the other room.

“Jack?”

The white haired boy turned around, a soft smile gracing his lips when he saw you.

“Happy birthday, (Y/N),” he greeted. “I hope you’re feeling okay.”

“Tooth told me you planned all of this,” you said.

Jack scratched the back of his head as his blue eyes turned downwards. “Ah, she told you.”

You moved to stand in front of him, reaching out to touch his cheek.

“Thank you, Jack.”

“I’d do anything to make you smile,” he responded. “Today’s a special day for you, after all.”

As the two of you gazed into each other’s eyes, the sound of someone clearing their throat startled the two of you.

Baby Tooth waved, grinning at the sight of the two of you. A cheeky smile grew on her face as she pointed above the two of you before flitting off somewhere.

Looking up, you felt your cheeks heat up.

Mistletoe.

Jack’s cheeks were red too. But that didn’t stop him from gently pulling you closer and asking, “May I?”

“Yes,” you whispered.

Hearing your consent, Jack pulled you in for a sweet kiss. When he leaned back, he rested his forehead against yours and a bright smile was on his face. Arms wrapped his neck to pull him close, you were blissfully happy. Today was going to be a day to remember.

#rise of the guardians #jack frost imagine #jack frost imagines #jack frost x reader #jack #frost #jack frost #x reader #reader insert #imagine #imagines #not just another day #request

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mask on

seventeen: i can't

masterlist

a/n— i hope u guys like this chapter!! this story is almost over and i?? can’t ? believe it?🥺

You chewed on your lip as your eyes flicked downwards to check the watch on your wrist. The same hand with the watch lifted to brush your hair over your shoulder. It'd been a while since you were this nervous. You prided yourself on leading a fairly calm life. A guarded life, too, but calm. In all honesty, you worked hard to ensure you wouldn't get hurt again. That being the reasoning for your quiet lifestyle with no interruptions. Well, at least before meeting Park Jimin. A sigh pushed past your lips.

A customer walked up to the counter you stood behind. They laid down their clothes over the tabletop. You gave them a forced smile. Your eyes twitched down to check the time once again.

"All ready?"

The rest of your shift dragged on. Time seemed to be going slower than usual, but you blamed yourself. You had no right checking the time every ten seconds as if it was going to magically go faster. You weren't even able to relish in the relief that you felt once the time neared of your departure, because there he was. As early as ever with a pig tailed cutie clutching his plump fingers. Jimin was never a late person when it came to important matters. This time it most definitely was an important matter. He hurried towards you, a whole ten minutes early, with a smile.

"Hey, I'm so sorry we're early." Jimin breathed. He was surprised by the amount of comfort he felt finally being able to see you. You two had spent a whopping two weeks without seeing each other. Jimin had felt deprived of you, a feeling he knew all too well.

"Oh, don't worry about it! I'm sure my coworker won't mind if I slip out a couple minutes early." You responded. Your hands flattened down some shirts you were folding. Moving your gaze down to the little girl staring up at you, you waved at her. "Hello. I'm Yn." She gave you a face splitting grin.

"Hi! I'm Sunhee, but daddy calls me Sun and my best friend calls me Soulmate." Her little voice pulled at your heartstrings. She was most definitely Jimin's daughter. Something stirred in your stomach and you had to turn your head to blink the tears away. You saw your coworker walking by.

"Hey, Elaine?" She turned towards you. "Do you mind if I leave a little early?" Elaine snorted out a laugh.

"Go ahead. I will hold these whole 7 minutes against you next time, though." She teased. You shook your head and chuckled. Jimin hadn't looked away from you, wanting to memorize your face to keep in his head for a rainy day. You smiled at the Parks.

"Well, Sunhee, let's get going! What're we doing today?" You asked. Sunhee squealed, fully ready to let you know of the agenda. She took your hand in hers, making it so that she was squished between you two. Jimin glanced at you. A warm feeling overtook him to see the three of you together. He hoped he would be able to right the wrongs he's done to you. This happiness was something he was willing to fight for. This happiness you gave him.

"I have to ask, did you plan this for Sun or for you?" You giggled at the cheery face Jimin had. His smile dropped a little. He quickly composed himself and stood a little taller.

"What do you mean? Sun loves riding her bike! Look at that face!" He defensively pointed towards his daughter. It held the opposite emotions. Much of her face wasn't visible as her helmet was too big for her, but the tiny pout was poking out. You shook your head. Reaching down, you tugged the scarf Sunhee had on a little tighter to her body.

"Daddy, it's cold." She whined. It's true. The weather had taken a bit of a turn. Jimin wasn't anticipating it to rain. You three stood outside of Jimin's house; Fully ready to go bike riding.

"C'mon, baby, it'll be fun!" He tried to convince you two. You flinched as the rain started up again. You drug your lip in between your teeth.

"I don't know, Jimin. Maybe we should just stay in? Don't want anyone getting sick." You suggested. You hugged yourself tighter. Jimin frowned down at his bike. You breathed out a laugh. "We can go bike riding another day." You rested your hand on Jimin's elbow. His eyes lit up.

"Okay, okay. We can watch a movie inside then." Jimin entwined your fingers together after picking Sunhee up with his other arm. Thank god for the cold weather; Otherwise, the bright red that danced across your cheeks wouldn't have been easily explained. The little girl blinked at your clasped hands.

"Are you my Yumi?" Sunhee asked. Jimin's eyes widened two sizes their usual size. What? You tilted your head in confusion.

"Yumi?"

"Myungie has Yumi. Will you be my Yumi? Not really, you'll still be Yn and I'll still be Sunhee. You know?" Sunhee explained further. The same knot in your stomach tightened. Only this time, you couldn't tell if it was in fear or in love.

"Sun, why don't you go into your room and take off all your coats? We'll wait for you here." Jimin interjected. She ran off the second she was placed on the floor. Jimin quickly turned to you. You were taking your jacket off, very slowly, deep in thought. "Yn, I'm so sorry. She's been hanging out with Myung a lot and– well–"

"Can I ask where Sunhee's mom is?" You wondered out loud. Jimin was ringing his hands in nerves. Not because he didn't want you to know about Mira, but because, well, it's you. It was time, though. It was time to come clean.

"Sunhee's mom passed away." A hand flew to cover your mouth. Jimin paused. "Mira was in a car crash a bit after Sun turned two." Your tear filled eyes searched Jimin's. His were solemn, but there was something else. Jimin would always miss his Mira, but after two long years, he can finally say he has healed. He misses her, he loves her. Mira will always be apart of him, but Jimin has mended himself.

"Jimin, I had no idea."

"It's okay, really. We've worked hard to get here. To get to a place where Sunhee can finally ask for a mom without feeling bad, because she shouldn't. Mira would want her to have a mother figure." Jimin chuckled. He sat down, patting the spot on the couch next to him. "That's why she's asking for a Yumi. I think she sees Myung with her and, well, she wants it, too."

You swallowed thickly. There was no doubt in your mind that you loved Jimin. You truly did. You fell for him faster than you probably should've, but he made it so easy. Jimin was everything and more.

"Is that why you didn't tell me about her? Because I said I didn't want any kids?" You whispered. Jimin nodded with a sigh.

"Either way, it was wrong of me to do that. I understand if you never forgive me. But please don't think I'm using this as an excuse–"

"Jimin." You stopped him. He met your eyes. "I don't know if I can be what you want me to be for Sunhee." You choked out. Jimin quickly stood up. He walked to stand in front of you and held onto your shoulders.

"I'm not asking anything of you. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do." Jimin implored. His deep brown eyes poured into yours. You couldn't hold it in any longer.

"I'm so sorry. Jimin, I can't be her mother. I just– I can't." You cried. Before he could stop you, you rushed out of his house. Jimin wanted to run after you, to stop you, to get an explanation. Before his feet took off after you, Sunhee's shrill call stopped him dead in his tracks. Jimin cursed. He stood in his spot for a moment longer, basking in his mixed emotions. And just like that, he was deprived of the one he loved all over again.

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Creepypasta Scenarios - First Meeting (Part 3)

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Lost Silver

As stupid as it sounds, the game didn’t scare you.

It had started as a joke, something passed around your friend group after it had been discovered. The cartridge was just a janky version of a Pokémon game that was apparently spooky and so, everybody had taken turns messing around with it. They all said creepy things started happening but nothing too bad.

When it was your turn, you had been fully expecting something out of a horror movie. Instead, you had gotten a game that just had audio cut offs and weird notes warning you to stay out. It wasn’t all together scary.

You mentioned this to the next person you gave the game to in your friend group and they had laughed, saying it would probably ring true for them also.

But for some reason, your ally didn’t manifest.

Less than two days later, they practically threw the game at the rest of you and ran away sprouting things about curses. After that, the appeal of playing it kind of went away.

Nobody wanted to buy it and apparently throwing it out wasn’t a suggestion. So you ended up getting it.

Curiosity soon got the better of you and you booted up the game again, really sure that it would do something absolutely crazy but it never did. It ran like it always had with only that one file being completed.

So you deleted the file.

And nothing happened.

The next day, when you booted up the game, the file had simply returned as though you hadn’t deleted it in the first place. A similar thing occurred the next time. And the next.

Eventually you gave up and just started your own game. There, everything ran like it was meant to and you were beginning to think that your friends had all been imagining stuff. Maybe their paranoid got to them or something like that?

But eventually, the nightmares started. And they were bad.

You couldn’t remember exactly what happened during them. They were a swirling mess of games and glitches, horrible things spelled out in letters and blood covering everything. You would always wake up right when they seemed to be coming to a pivotal point. You’d find yourself dragged into a graveyard and then you’d wake up screaming

It was awful. You hardly got any sleep during them and they seemed to haunt you every night, keeping you up until the early hours of the morning.

But the worst only came when you didn’t wake up.

When you were dragged to the grave and looked down to see the ellipsis where the name should be. A punch to the gut that reminded you of what the game file was called. A confirmation of what was causing this dream.

You stared at it for ages before your eyes drifted up and you met his gaze. He was covered in blood, it leaked from every orifice and limb. It stained his dirty clothing even worse.

While you were staring, the world seemed to distort even though he didn’t. The game world melted away and your bedroom slowly reappeared.

It wasn’t until you saw car headlights move past your window – casting awful shadows across the room – that you realised you were no longer dreaming. He wasn’t a figment of your imagination.

The temperature in the room plummeted and you began to slowly reach for a weapon of some kind. He turned to look at what you were watching. His head tilted to the side and a glitch raced across his body before he vanished into thin air. Flicking on the lights didn’t show him hiding or cowering.

Perhaps your friends weren’t crazy after all.

Masky

“You know, if we had been a little more patient, none of this would have happened,” your sibling lectured. “We could be relaxing inside the car without having to worry about a bloody flash flood coming down from the sky.”

You shoved their back, forcing them to stumble a little as they went through the door. “Chances are the river’s going to burst its banks anyway. We would have been stuck in traffic for hours because the bridge is blocked off.”

“At least we would have been dry,” they muttered, running their fingers through their hair. “And not trapped inside an abandoned building.”

You rolled your eyes and made your way over the rubble to settle down on a camping chair. “Don’t even start. This place has been a hangout for my friends and I for ages. There’s never been a single problem bigger than a few spiders.”

“Till a landlord shows up,” they scoffed.

“Then we’ll move to the forest,” you joked. “I’m sure there’s a good bear cave we can use.”

“I’m going to be an only child,” they said, rolling their eyes. Still, they made their way over and sat. “How long do you think we have until the storm dies down?”

You relaxed back into the chair and smiled up at the asbestos-filled ceiling. “From the sound of it, a while.”

It wouldn’t have been the first time you had taken a nap in the building. You were scared of giant cockroaches coming to eat you once. You had gotten used to it since then but this time when you woke up, you were uneasy.

Glancing around, nothing was out of the ordinary. Your sibling was snoring in the chair next to you and outside the rain was pounding the roof.

You sat upright. Sometimes was definitely wrong.

Pulling your phone from your pocket, you got up from the chair and began walking as quietly as you could through the house. It had always been tiny and practically void of furniture, but the few rooms provided ample hiding spots.

Nothing but rubble was in most of the rooms but, in what you presumed had once been a bathroom, you found a person.

He had his back to you but when you pushed the door open to peer in, he spun around, his hand flying to his side. He was wearing a white mask, dark features etched onto it, and an orange jacket. A dark stain ran up the right side of it, emanating from under his hand. The oddness of his clothing made you immediately back away from the door, finger twitching on your cell phone in case you needed to call for help.

The two of you stared at each other in silence.

You were lost about what to say or do. The stain on his jacket was spreading and the more you stared at it, the more you became convinced it was blood. “Are you okay?” you finally managed to ask.

It took him a while to respond but then he nodded. The mask was unnerving you. You didn’t like not being able to see a person’s facial expressions.

“I don’t mean to pry or anything, but it really looks like you’re bleeding,” you said. “And quite badly. I can call for an ambulance or something although…” you turned your attention to the window behind his head. “I’m not sure they’ll be able to get anywhere with this weather.”

He stepped backward. “I’m fine,” he said, so soft you barely caught it. “I thought this place was abandoned.”

“It normally is,” you answered. “But we had to avoid the storm. I’m guessing that’s why you’re here also?”

“Yes,” he responded.

You waited or him to say something more, but all you got was silence. He had moved further away and now he had his back against the window. Part of you wanted to turn around and go back to your sibling but you were unsure about turning your back on the strange man.

The mask made you scared he could stab you or something.

Somebody calling your name made you turn your head on instinct. Your sibling must have woken up and realised you were missing.

Quickly, you turned back to the man, but he had disappeared. Rain spat through the now open window.

Nurse Ann

Everybody always warned you about exploring old buildings. They would yell about how many things could injure or kill you. Stray animals, drug addicts, old equipment, and all that. You had heard just about every warning imaginable. Ghosts were pretty commonly mentioned also.

But killer nurse was a new one.

“Come on, just give me a little more information,” you nagged. “I’m going there whether you’re with me or not so you may as well just tell me what you’ve heard.”

Your friend (and partner in crime for most ventures) groaned. “It’s not much. They just say that she guards the place and if you get too close, she’ll run you off with a chainsaw. Some people have died from injuries they got while there. Let’s just give this one a miss, alright?”

But you were not in agreement at all.

“Maybe she’s cute though,” you teased.

They didn’t find that funny and you didn’t push them to come with you. So later that evening, you snuck in by yourself.

The hospital was old with crumbling walls and smashed windows. It was hidden from the public by means of a tall barbed-wire fence and a substantial distance of open garden. Nothing too extreme for you and definitely worth the potential items you’d find inside. When hospitals went under, they often left tons of awesome stuff just scattered around.

You’d never sold anything you found in your abandoned building dives. They were more collectables than anything else but they meant quite a bit to you.

There weren’t any signs of crazy nurses as you approached the place. Nobody came running at you with a chainsaw at least. You didn’t even find evidence of squatters who could sometimes pose some danger.

After deciding it was safe enough, you lifted yourself through one of the windows and began to explore.

Honestly, it was creepy. Everything was way too old to be worth collecting and there were too many unidentifiable stains for your liking. The water damage was bad. It looked like the ceiling was there for aesthetics only and several rooms creaked too much for you to comfortably cross them.

And that was even without the awkward feeling of being watched.

You told yourself that it was just superstition but you couldn’t shake it. Every few seconds saw you looking over your shoulder in anticipation. It distracted you from keeping your eye on the path in front of you and the loud crack reached your ears too late.

The floor gave out and you fell through. Your shoulder hit some kind of metal object as you landed in the room below. Painful shocks ripped through your body and your head knocked against the floor with a heavy thud.

Stars danced in front of your vision and you raised your hand to the top of your head. Blood coated your hand when you lowered it to look.

Shit.

Shakily, you tried to pull yourself up but quickly found that your arm was too sore. Instead, you pulled your phone from your pocket and sent off the emergency text to your friend.

The world faded to black not long after that.

When you woke up next, you were in your room with a bandage wrapped around your head. You had felt like absolute crap but still gotten up to thank them for the save. They had nodded and warned you to be more careful, happy that you had been outside the hospital so they didn’t have to look for too long.

Before you could even think about how you had crawled there, they asked how you had managed to do your own stitches so nicely.

Puppeteer

Your camera was on 10% battery.

Grumbling, you shoved it into your bag and cursed your past self for forgetting to put it on charge. In order to get the best sunrise photos, you had found yourself waking up earlier and earlier. It was tiring but it was worth it… most of the time.

You just hoped that at least one of your pictures was usable but you could only check on them once you got home.

The streetlight above your head flickered as you walked past. It wasn’t unusual but when you were the only person awake for miles around, it was awfully creepy.

Putting your hands into your jacket pockets, you continued strolling back home. The neighborhood had never been dangerous and despite living in the area for your entire life, no incidents made you want to stop walking around at night.

Deciding that you wanted to take a precautionary shot, you headed for your neighbour’s house first. They had an arch covered in jasmine flowers that made for some perfectly safe photos and they never minded your presence.

After making your way there and getting a few photos, you were treated to the fright of your life when their began howling and barking. It wasn’t aimed at you but you didn’t like the noise regardless.

As you rounded the corner of the house, planning on racing back to your own home, you encountered the dog’s target.

A man – cloaked in the darkness and barely illuminated by the streetlight – opening one of the windows with ease. Irritated by the dog, he didn’t notice you until your finger twitched around the shutter of your camera. There was a flash.

His head snapped up and you screamed.

The man’s complexation was literally grey. He wasn’t just ill, he was the colour of storm clouds. Golden eyes with no pupils glared at you and froze you in place. Whatever he was, this man was the furthest thing from human.

Your scream woke your neighbors. The sound of movement began coming from inside the house.

He abandoned the window, stalking towards you. The air tingled like it was expecting a lightning storm. Golden tendrils grew from his fingertips and shot towards you. They had you pinned in an instant.

You struggled against them and opened your mouth to scream again but they wrapped around your head, forcing your jaw shut.

This was how you died… tears spilled down your cheeks at the realization. You were going to be an unsolved murder. All you hoped was you got a good picture of him.

Your neighbor’s front door opened and great dane let out an ear-splitting bark as he raced toward you.

The man, or creature, or monster, or whatever he was, released you to face the dog. He let it approach before vanishing into a cloud of smoke as its jaws reached him.

“What was that?” the timid voice brought you back into reality.

“It was trying to get into your house,” you said. “I screamed when I saw it and then it grabbed me.” Your voice changed to a whimper as reality hit you. You nearly died.

The small child of the house came over to hug your leg. “I’m sure Puppet didn’t mean to scare you,” she said. “He always comes to visit but he doesn’t like it when people make noise. You shouldn’t scream when you see him again.”

You made eye-contact with the parents and they wore expressions of horror at their daughter’s words.

“Puppet?” you asked in a small voice.

She nodded rapidly. “He says he stops by because he likes watching people. I think that he’s watching us all right now! But he can hide in the shadows too well.”

“I’m going to go and call the police,” somebody said.

You weren’t all too focused. The feeling of being watched grew heavier and you clutched tightly at the camera in your hands.

Slenderman

You couldn’t tell if they were being serious. You hoped that they were joking. They weren’t genuinely going to…

“No,” you stated.

The two younger children both turned to look at you simultaneously. Guilt flashed across their faces as though they weren’t aware you were listening. It was as though you were asked to babysit them because you didn’t pay attention. These two should have realised that by now.

“Do you think all the stories are true?” the boy asked. “I think that they are. One of my friends said she saw a huge dog in the forest and then it ran away after eating a whole cow!”

“No way!” his twin sister shouted. “Dogs don’t eat cows, so it can’t be true!”

You put on your best intimidating expression and crossed your arms. “I don’t care if they’re true or not. There is absolutely no chance that either of you are going to go running off into the woods with bears, wolves and all kinds of other creatures.”

The two children glanced at each other and bolted for the tree line before you could grab their shirts.

Thankfully your legs were longer even if they had a head start and you managed to catch up pretty quickly. Once you caught the boy and picked him up with ease, the girl dashed behind a tree.

“Can we please just leave?” you asked nicely. “If we forget about the forest adventure thing, I promise I won’t tell your parents and I’ll get you ice cream.”

The boy was trying his hardest to get out of your hold. You were starting to think babysitting didn’t pay enough.

“I don’t want ice cream,” the girl said. “I want to go and find a unicorn.”

She darted off into the forest and you let out a deep groan. Shifting the boy’s weight over your one hip, you started walking after her. If you wanted to give chase via running, you would have to put the kid down and trust him to follow or stay.

It was obvious that wasn’t happening.

It didn’t take you too long to find the girl. Mostly because she had stopped in the middle of a weird grove in the trees. She was just staring off into the dark shadows beyond it.

As you approached her, static popped in your ears. You shook your head in an effort to displace it but the closer you got, the louder it became.

The child in your arms whimpered, clutching his head.

You softly called her name and then it appeared. It was a man-like monster, standing just in the shadows of the trees. Easily over 7ft tall and insanely thin with no facial features. Your heart jumped into your throat and your stomach tied itself into a knot.

Without taking your eyes off it, you reached out a hand and fumbled around until you grabbed the girl’s shirt.

The static was getting louder and louder. You tried to shut it out as you started moving backwards, tugging the child along after you. She wasn’t willing to move her legs. She was entranced but whether by fear or magic, you couldn’t tell.

And then it was much closer.

You stumbled in fright, letting go of the girl’s shirt and landing on your ass. The boy fell on top of you but scrambled away and hide in the bushes within the blink of an eye. You sent a silent prayer to him to run back home to the other adults.

Once again, the creature was stationary but now the static was growing to such a volume that you could imagine your ears were starting to bleed.

You reached out for the girl again slowly, but something wrapped around your leg and yanked you into the air.

It took almost a full second for you to realise that the screaming ringing in your ears was you. Whatever was holding you tightened and whipped your body through the air. It was like your leg was being ripped away.

Then you were falling.

It was some feat of luck that you managed to twist your body, so you didn’t land on your head. You lay there for a while before something poking your back made you unbury your face.

The twins were staring at you with wide eyes and the monster was nowhere in sight.

“What was –“ you couldn’t finish.

“Slenderman,” they said in perfect sync.

Splendorman

Another stop…

You couldn’t help yourself. Every time you walked past one of the posters fluttering lightly in the wind you had to stop and stare at it.

A few days ago, your dog, your beautiful and sweet puppy, had disappeared from your house without a trace. The missing posters were depressing reminders that he wasn’t home. It hadn’t taken long for your mind to spiral into the negative thoughts about how close the road was.

Damn your coworkers. One of the had suggested the road in the first place and while they hadn’t intended anything malicious, it was definitely not helping your fears.

The dog had been with you through thick and through thin… if it was dead, you may as well have lost a close family member.

Hanging your head, you dragged your eyes away from the poster and kept walking.

People bumped into you, but it was your fault. You refused to look up in case another poster distracted you. Getting home before the sun set was your only focus now.

You had tried going out and searching in all the places where your dog once spent time to no avail. Always willing to try again, you chose to drop off your bags and head out later that evening when you ran out of distractions.

As you walked through the gates in front of your house, a gust of air gently messed up your hair. A gust of wind suspiciously similar to a laugh.

Your logical mind told you it came from the street, but something made you stop in your tracks.

The walls around your property towered. There’s no possibility that somebody could be in your garden. To try and scale one of the walls, they would have been in full view of your neighbours who would have undoubtedly called the cops.

“You’re sad,” the wind whispered before you could brush off your suspicion.

Spinning wildly, you searched around for the source. You backed up until your entrance gate was behind you. You could run down to the main street with ease if you could just get your fumbling fingers to unlock things.

“Don’t run,” the wind said, this time blowing from a separate direction. “I promise I’m not going to hurt you. I just wanted to know why you’re upset.”

Is this what going insane was? Nobody around and the wind was talking to you. You had always feared losing your mind and now it was happening.

“I’m real,” the wind said. “I’m hiding because I’ll scare you if you see me.”

“I’m going mad,” you muttered, shaking your head. “If this is somebody pulling a prank on me I swear….”

The wind quietened for a bit and then it picked up again, ruffling your hair as it spoke. “If I show myself, it’ll prove that you’re not going crazy, but I don’t want to make it worse by frightening you… you’re so sad already.”

“I lost my best friend and people have been telling me he’s most likely dead,” you hissed. “Obviously I’m not in the best mood. Now I’m losing my fucking mind and talking to air.”

The atmosphere around you dropped, like it does moments before lightning strikes. You glanced at the sky in confusion. As expected, no clouds in sight.

You lowered your gaze and a 7ft tall creature covered in bright polka dots stood in front of your house.

Once you screamed, it disappeared.

“I’m sorry,” the wind said. “I knew I would scare you, but I had hoped it would show you that I’m not imaginary. I’m just trying to help.”

The gate finally opened behind you and you stumbled backwards through it, your heart sitting in your throat. A monster was in your house and it was probably going to kill you. Spinning on your heel, you took off full speed back towards the main street.

You were fully expecting it to give chase now that you hadn’t fallen for its claims of harmlessness but it didn’t.

Instead you reached the main road and only got a few strange looks because of how much you were shaking. Nothing followed you.

The wind picked up once more. “I’ll try and help,” it promised.

People walking around you should have heard it as well but none of them so much as blinked.

Ticci Toby

While you had been told that a noise limit for the forest existed, your laughter refused to cooperate. It rang through the trees and probably chased off all the animals nearby. A picnic out in a national forest was a fantastic way to reconcile with nature and to scare it all away.

With eleven people in your picnic party, chances of any creatures coming into view were already slim though so you didn’t worry too much.

“We didn’t bring nearly enough fruit,” you muttered as you dug in the basket.

“Excuse you, I brought a whole watermelon but you ate it,” somebody answered your grumble. “If you want fruit, it is spring. Go and forage for some berries.”

You snorted. “Yeah, right. I’m going to go out by myself in the middle of the one season where bears are irritable as fuck. I know I sometimes act a little impulsively, but I don’t exactly have a wish to die at the claws of a grumpy teddy.”

Your friend leaned towards you. “Is that so? What if we split into teams and made a bet? Loser has to take a dip in the river.”

“A bet?” you asked. “I’m interested.”

She grinned and snapped her fingers. “Okay, there are eleven people so I’m feeling groups of two with one impartial party as a judge. We should be fine if we make enough noise and stick within close vicinity to each other. See how many berries we can gather?”

Tipping out the picnic basket’s contents, you smirked and pushed it into her chest. “Oh, I hope you brought a swimming costume.”

Everybody teamed up with ease and grabbed one of the many containers lying on the blanket. You headed out with your partner and gave a wink to the other teams. All you needed was to find one good bush first and you had it won.

“We should split up,” your partner said. “Cover more ground.”

You nodded. “We meet up back here once we’ve found a good bush,” you agreed. “And we shout if we find any animals.”

Obviously, your plans hadn’t involved losing your footing almost directly after the two of you split.

Tumbling down the small hill, you tried your hardest to protect yourself from the bushes as you went through them. At some point, you lost your basket and by the time you had finally rolled to a stop, you had no idea where it was.

Grumbling, you stood up and started searching until something dark caught your eye. Thinking it was your basket, you made your way over.

The clearing you walked into housed a scene you could never have imagined.

A dead bear lay slumped against a tree, its fur being what had caught your eye earlier. A hatchet buried in its neck was spilling blood onto the floor around it. All that hardly compared to the man leaning against a tree.

“Oh my god!” you exclaimed. “Are you alright?”

His head immediately snapped up, allowing you to see that he was wearing a mouth guard and a pair of goggles. Blood seeped from between his fingers where they clutched against his chest, but he hardly noticed. A hatchet was hanging from his belt.

Suddenly, you were wishing you had kept your mouth shut.

He stared at you blankly for a while, an occasional twitch minorly affecting his body. Reaching up, he took off his mouthguard. “I can’t feel any pain,” he said. “So, I’m fine. Why are y-you out here? The hiking trail is far.” He struggled with one of the words, seeming to hiccup a little on it.

“I was searching for berries and I slipped down a hill,” you answered. “Are you sure you’re okay? It looks like you got into a fight with a bear. Your shirt is all bloody.”

“I did fight a bear,” he laughed, gesturing to it. “I won.”

Your eyes grew wider. “I think you should get to a hospital. What’s your name? I can call somebody for you and we’ll get you medical attention.”

“Toby,” he said. “That’s my name. What’s yours?”

You gave him your full name and pulled out your phone. “My friends are close by,” you said. “Don’t worry, they’ll be here to help soon.”

When you raised your attention from your phone, he had disappeared and so had the hatchet from the bear’s neck.

Trenderman

Work was hard. It made your feet ache, it made your back click and crack, and it felt like the problems would never end.

Would you give up working in the fashion industry? Not a chance.

Your boss walked past where you were calming down an irate customer over the phone and dropped the keys to the front of the building in front of you. “Close up for me,” she mouthed as she left.

Nodding, you moved them to the side of the desk where they couldn’t be lost.

Once you had finished calming the customer, you glanced around to check how many people were left in the room. Three still working and one in the process of leaving. You were technically going into overtime at this point, but you didn’t mind.

There was a reason you were promoted so quickly.

“We need to set up cameras!” one of the floor managers snapped, storming into the office. She marched straight over to your desk and glowered at you. “I put this request in a week ago.”

Scrolling through the documents, you quickly opened the file. “I see but it looks like it’s been bumped due to a shipment malfunction, I’ll flag it. What’s the problem?”

“Customers or members of staff are moving items around and throwing things out without warning. We need to catch the culprits!” she snapped.

“What has been thrown out?” you asked. “I’ll add it into the information.”

The woman started listing quicker than you could type. “I’ve found crocs, toeless thigh-high boots, bellbottomed jeans, coloured faux fur jackets, luminous lipstick, w-necks, and jeggings all in vast numbers in the trash can. Every time I put them out on shelves, they disappear again.”

It took everything in you not to snort. “I’ll mark this vital.”

She stalked off and you went back to inputting the shipping requirements. You were meant to be organising what was coming in for the latest line and subtly omitting anything that wouldn’t sell well enough.

Slowly but surely, your co-workers trickled out of the office after finishing off their daily tasks. You kept going, trying to make sure you could have a longer break the next day.

Finally, when the sun had already set, you relented and started getting ready to go home.

You sung as you finished packing up for the day. Being the last one in the building (thus having to lock up) made you a little more confident as you danced around getting everything together. You slung your bag over your shoulder and happily trotted over to the door.

It made you so happy that your boss entrusted you to be the last one around. She was so hyper-protective of company secrets that you were proud of yourself for winning her over.

Your talent with people was something you attributed to dealing with painful customers.

As you passed through the store-part of the business you stopped to rearrange a mannequin. Every morning when you came in, you always noticed something had been changed with this specific one. You figured you could move something small and see if it would be a good place to set up a hidden camera.

Though you weren’t expecting it to suddenly grab your arm.

“You may be one of the few workers here with good taste, but I advise you don’t try and change my outfit,” it said. It didn’t have a mouth, but the words rang in your head, nevertheless.

You screamed and pulled away, tearing your arm from its grip. Shelves were knocked over and clothing was sent flying as you tried to escape.

The mannequin just watched you as you fumbled madly for the door.

The glass rattled in the frame from how hard you slammed it shut behind you. You sped off down the street, moving faster than you ever had before. You collapsed on your lawn by the time you reached the house, taking deep breaths.

Nothing had followed you. Everything was okay.

With shaking fingers, you dialed your boss’ number and told her you would be taking a sick day. There wasn’t a chance in hell you were going anywhere near there again.

Not to mention the mess you made… you were definitely getting fired.

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Could I please request a one shot of Donna crushing hard on a fem SO who’s terrified of her bc she’s a lord and has all these scary rumors about her but Donna is determined to win her heart even though the poor girl is as a skittish and meek as a tiny rabbit in the wild

Donna Beneviento x F!Reader

This ended up being longer than I anticipated but I do hope you enjoy!

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House Beneviento. The name had always sent shivers down your spine when you heard the other adults talk about it. You were just a female young adult with a liking towards flowers that would grow and intoxicated you with their scent. The stereotypical feminine liking towards flowers had most certainty made you the eye-candy for all the boys but you never seen yourself liking any of them back. All your life you had lived in the Village of the Shadows, you had never caught any feelings for the opposite sex. It was a strange to the elder women, they used to try pair you up with a match but every time you had refused their offering of a male towards you. Sometimes you felt as though you had put your family to shame but there was always another part of you telling you you had nothing to be ashamed off. This was you, you will choose who to love and if you never want to love or just couldn't, you were willing to accept that.

Recently, some things had been off with the Village and it's civilisation. You knew better then to question your religion on worshipping Mother Miranda as you had found comfort in knowing that someone out there was willing to protect you- too bad those days were gone and well, that was when you were just a child reaching the age of 7. Now, age 19, you've came to consider the down sides and the strange disappearance of some in the Village.

"(Y/n) my darling, would you please go collect some herbs?" Your mother had called from the kitchen as you had sat pondering in your own thoughts about the strange noises you would hear outside on a night. Having your head sat on your hand with an elbow on the table, you turned your head to face your mother who was stood with a soft smile and faint beads of sweat dripping down her forehead from cooking over the fire.

"Doesn't the elders go gather the herbs mother?" You questioned her as you move your head off your hand and decided to get up and ready for your journey after being requested by your mother. Your mother however was already caught up back in her work of cooking, completely ignoring you. You sighed with sagged shoulders and moved to collect your white cloak which had been tainted with mud at the bottom. "I'll see you soon mother," You spoke as you paced yourself to the front door and swung it open, being greeted by the swift coldness of the air.

Stepping onto the snow, you breathed in the crisp frost and stepped forward to begin your journey near the forest. Normally the elders would go collect the herbs but seemingly because you knew the area from flower picking, you are now the perfect fit to do it. Pulling your cloak closer to your body, you lifted the hood and let it sit on your head and shoulders and the rest of it draped down and covered you up to your ankles. Your breath had left faint clouds in front of you, making patterns as it swirled. This wasn't the best weather to be out in but you hoped your beige cotton dress would keep you warm enough.

As you walked through the village, you tended to ignore everyone. Their looks on you made you feel so left out. You were the only women of age who hadn't been together with a single boy of your age division. It frustrated you that such social thoughts that a women should be together with a man always made you mad. For the name of Mother Miranda, why couldn't some people in the village accept some don't want to love and some rather love someone the same gender. There was nothing wrong with choosing someone to love- but you supposed it was like this because the population of the village was going down and repopulating the village would be needed. You didn't like the idea but it was something you were taught at a young age. Slipping through tight areas, you made your way towards the the rocky bridge where you would cross to get to the forest where most of the herbs had grown.

You hoped you would find some near the front entrance.

Luck wasn't something you had, you had always been careful when you were younger making sure to never let any superstition past your mind. Any newly made shoes on the table? You would move them. Someone knocked over a mirror? You would of tried your best to catch it. You were always so careful when it came to things like that. It just made you more adorable in the eyes of those who wanted to have you for their own personal needs and you knew what personal needs they wanted. Reason why you realised you didn't have a lot of luck was the fact that the herbs you needed for medicine wasn't there. They had been cut clean and most likely would grow in another month. "Looks like I have to go further in" You whispered to yourself, taking down your hood and lifting the front of your dress up so you could climb over tree roots and not trip over a small pebble. What you didn't know when travelling further into the forest was a pair of watchful eyes...more than a pair of watchful eyes.

Humming a soft tune, you walked past the creepy dolls that were hung by the branches and got ready your small sheers to cut the herbs when you found them. Shivers crawled down your spine as you looked around, you hated those dolls with a passion- well they were cute some of them but mostly scary in your eyes. Everyone knew who's territory you were in.

Lady Beneviento's. The lady who apparently practically controlled the dolls and would use them to her command. She was a Lady. These were the rumours that had passed about your village of your time living there, which was your whole life. You knew every story about Beneviento, you couldn't help it. You had to know all about the stories to know who ruled over you and who you should worship, it wasn't a choice. Searching more, you were lucky enough to come across the correct herbs you needed, they were under a large tree with some small daisies growing underneath it from the sheltered floor by the leaves. Mentally cheering, you jogged towards the tree and leaned down, plucking at the stems of the herbs with your sheers. Whilst you was doing this, you didn't realise the lady dressed in black behind you behind a tree with a hand over a hyper-active doll clamping her mouth shut

She was intrigued at your sudden appearance. She had left her manor in search of a quiet day out seemingly the coldness would pick up very soon and she just needed that air to clear her mind. What she didn't expect was a new person to be walking in her territories and almost in the centre as well. Weirdly, she felt appreciated at the new accompany but she didn't like the fact you came and starting to pluck at her plants she didn't appreciate. She had to keep Angie quiet so she doesn't get spotted, maybe you would leave after you plucked them.

Back to yourself, you placed the freshly cut herbs into a pocket that was in your dress. Yes, you owned a practical dress with pockets which you were more than thankful for. Standing up and stretching, you turned around and smiled at your accomplishment. You felt so proud of yourself being able to come far into the Beneviento's area and being able to be brave enough to not back out. Raising your hand to your hair, you brushed out the knots and started to skip your way back home, humming once again.

Watchful eyes had followed you back to the bridge. She was caught off guard with your smile, how free you looked and how graceful you had skipped. Your humming had became a melody to her that hit all the right notes, it attracted a faint heat to rise to her cheeks. "Are you really acting like that?" The doll had whispered to her owner, staring at the black veil. The owner tilted her head to the side, showing that she was rather confused. "If you want her, quickly let us grab her and she can become out new playmate." The doll wiggled her way out of her owners arms as she had decided to go deep into thought.

Playmate? Playmate meant life to her...you being her playmate struck lightning to her heart and made her start to fidget with her fingers. A pretty being like you- no an enchanting- no...there was no words to describe how beautiful you were in her eyes. You were just so perfect, prettier than any goddess ever. You were fair like a doll, your skin looked so delicate to touch, your eyes glistened with a shine that glossed over your huge pupils. How was someone like you created? Someone that had melted any cold around her own heart. Who needs that boring playmate who was already half dead back at her mansion when she could have you.

Just as you were about to step foot on the bridge, a sudden movement of the wind picking up behind you had made you turn your head. At first you felt dizzy as your turned, your vision began to blur and was soon covered with black dots. The last thing you ever saw was the Lady dressed in black.

"she's waking up~!" A voice had rang in your head causing you to scrunch up your nose and scrunch your already shut eyes closed. The voice was high pitch, much louder than any young girl's voice. Using your hands to feel around you, you felt soft silk under your touch. Opening your eyes barely, you were greeted with a a grey tinted white above you as you were laid down. Closing your eyes to get rid of any excess blur, you reopened them and and breathed out heavily.

"What's going on..." Your voice came out hoarse, making it sound like you hadn't drank in days.

"Maybe we knocked her out a little hard?" Again the high pitched voice had said. You were curious, your mind always got the better of you but your shyness always lingered. You stayed put, staring up at the ceiling as you could hear movement being made around you along with the sound of something pattering against what you could only think of to be the floor. Maybe wood?

As you were about to speak up again and ask where you were, you jumped slightly at the touch of something small touching your ankle. Heaving your body up quickly, you was met with a doll dressed in a wedding gown holding onto your left ankle. You swallowed back a lump in your throat and raised a hand to your mouth, slightly biting down on it on hopes of not to scream. However that didn't go as plan as a small whimper came from your mouth. You quickly moved your body up on what you could see to be a bed and backed away right to the top of it trying to make distance between the doll and yourself. The doll laughed at your actions and you pulled your knees up to your chest. You wanted out. Where were you? Why are you here with this doll. You just wanted to go back home...

More noises came into the room. The small patters against the floor accompanied with larger ones had caused you to duck your head into your arms in fear. If that doll was here, then that must mean the Lady was here too. Those stories of the Manor of Beneviento came running back into your mind. You were here, your escape far gone. You were going to die here.

A sudden cough made you flinch further into your arms and the laugh of the doll had quietened down. "You may leave Angie." The new voice had spoke. The voice held such innocence yet it sounded like a grown women who had seen more than enough. More patter noises went away just as it first came. Thinking you were now safe, you raised your head up to only be met with the women dressed in black you saw from the forest. Tears had already sprung from your eyes and you shook your body, repeating the word 'no' out of fear. Not knowing what to do, Donna- the lady dressed in black- had sat at the end of the bed and just stared at you. You could feel sleep pull against your eye lids wanting you to sleep but knowing that the women you heard rumours about killing people did not sit good in your head, not to mention she was in the same exact room with you.

It took a while but you eventually calmed down, heavy breaths leaving your throat as you stared at her. You felt so small to be near someone who had loads of authority over you. You felt powerless, feeling like a small bunny next to her. "Its okay" She spoke, placing her hands onto her lap sitting up straight. You stayed quiet, going back to biting your lip feeling the taste of slight blood. "I have no intentions of hurting you."

You felt tears once again sting your eyes and your vision had blurred. You just wanted to go back home. Panicking at your crying, Donna had stood up and ran to your side scaring you at the same time. She pulled you into a close hug and rested your head on her chest. Slowly she petted your head, stroking you hair and running her fingers through it. Although the touch was strange to happen, you couldn't help but fall against her feeling weak under any power she had. You were nothing but a plaything to her, that's what you knew. However in her eyes you were the most perfect doll to ever walk and talk. Your tearing soon stopped, although you had been lost in thought for a while that you failed to notice your own hiccups.

Under the black veil, Donna had been smiling at the contact and the way you were responding. She felt your weight against her and felt her heart flutter. Such a precious person against her. She didn't know your name, your likes or anything about you but she wanted to with your permission. She wanted to know what colours you likes, if you liked dresses or if you'd prefer a suit. She wanted to dress you up in many clothing with your permission. For the first time ever, Donna had felt as though maybe the world was truly turning in her direction. You were so adorable even if you had tears in your eyes. She'd make them stop, oh she would do anything to make them stop but she knew she couldn't do anything. She knew she was part of the problem but she'd make sure you warm up to her. She would make sure you would understand her and maybe even became friends...maybe even more.

She trailed her hand from your hair to your cheek, you had fell asleep not to long ago from exhaustion and comfort from the Lady of the Manor. Donna sighed deeply, closing her eyes under her veil and pulling you even closer. Your soft snores had caused a gentle laugh to escape her lips. Surely you didn't have to go back where you came from? No, Donna wouldn't let you. She would keep you, hat's what she decided. Sure you were scared but she was more than happy to work on that with you. She would make sure you wouldn't be scared of her in a while, she couldn't have you if you were. Although Donna had felt an instant connection between the both of you, she was a very patient women when it came to wanting something she wanted. She'll just wait for you to love her, he wouldn't force you into anything. Oh the ideas that spilled into her mind about spoiling you with clothing and toys, there was so many.

Unconsciously, you turned to face her fully in your sleep. Your face was red from the tears that had spilled but you seemed calm when you were sleeping. Like a bunny...just like a bunny. Your nose would twitch every now and again as Donna watched you closely, holding you against her. Mentally Donna was squealing, you were so sweet! So different from others. Her old playmates would refuse to sleep and end up dying because she hadn't had any connection with tem but now, you had a serious connection with her and she wasn't going to let you go any time soon.

And she didn't. But you didn't mind. The day after you woke up, you were left to stay in that same room, with food and water on the side table, for a total of a week before you had decided it was time to walk about and brave your journey. You were worried about your family. Did they forget about you? Did they think you were dead? Why go back if it has been so long since you went back home.

When you left that small room, you were instantly surrounded by the small dolls. You were going to scream but the sound stopped in your throat when you saw them holding what seemed to be clothing towards you. A small note was written and placed onto of them. Crouching down, you gently lifted the clothing out of the doll's hands along with the note and out of curiosity, you gently patted the top of the doll's head. The doll jumped in excitement and jumped onto you, making you yelp in the process, and climbed to place itself on your shoulder. Calming down and gathering your breath, you walked back into your room and placed the clothing om the bed, grabbing the note to read first. The doll on your shoulder looked down at the note too.

Miss,

I am sure you are very confused on what's happening but I just couldn't leave you. You had me at first glance, you are a perfect being you know? So fair and graceful, my gosh your indeed a heart stealer. I won't force you into anything but I think it's more professional to be upfront about feelings than to hide them away. The clothing provided should hopefully be in your size maybe- but If not to do worry for I'll change them for you. I really hope you like them.

Your sincerely, Donna Beneviento

You placed the note down and looked towards the clothing. Gently picking them up, you saw it was a white dress with a silver embroidery pattern hand sowed into it. You felt your heart miss a beat. The Lady created something for you. Surely this was kindness right- no you wouldn't question it. It was sweet of her. You started to think that maybe you should apologise to her. After all you did cry and more than likely disturbed her day. Her actions for you showed she wasn't a killer at all like some of the rumour of the Village would say. They sounded made up. A killer wouldn't make clothes for their victims...and the word 'feelings' popped back into your mind. A lady has feelings for you...you. Your heat beat had started again and sped up a lot. This creation of her for you was so generous. Something you hadn't witness a lot growing up.

Gently placing the doll that was on your shoulder onto the bed, you quickly changed into the clothing provided and folded your dirty clothing up to place at the end of the bed you had been staying in. Picking the doll back up, you placed them on your shoulder and walked back to the door to open it and then step outside of it. The place was rather big, quiet a few hallways from what you could see. "Hey buddy," You spoke to the doll on your shoulder. "Where is the Lady, I would like to apologise for my actions." You watched as the doll looked around first before pointing down the hallway. You followed where the doll pointed and soon ended up in a room where a desk sat at one far corner and a green leather sofa had been placed facing what seemed to be a projection. Sat on the sofa was the Lady, it seemed she was caught up in her work as she was sewing a patch up on one of the doll's clothing.

You coughed to gain her attention.

She turned and for the first time, you saw her with her veil up. Her face said it all, she stood up quickly accidently throwing the doll in her hand on to the ground and reached the back of her head to pull her veil over. "Please," You pleaded quickly, raising your hand up in a 'stop' emotion. "It's okay, I don't mind ma'am." You said using your manners. She stopped reaching to pull her veil back on and faced to stare at you with a small smile dancing on her lips.

"Are you sure?" She asked, raising her own hand to cover what seemed to be scarring from something. You nodded and folded your hands in front of you. Slowly you bowed, showing respect and spoke softly.

"I apologise for earlier this week, I had no right to be so scared of you. My apologise for my disruption. I hope I didn't cause you too much trouble." As you were still bowing, a hand had grabbed your chin and a pair of lips had met your cheek as your head was risen. You felt you face heat up at the contact, it was such a soothing move and it made you longing for more of her touch.

"There isn't a need to apologise, for I would accept any mood you were in." She said as her voice was so close to your ear. You inhaled her scent, the smell of herbs and a smell of roses were diffused off her clothing. You felt her touch once again, this time she had grabbed your hands gently and held them, rubbing her thumbs on the back of your hands in a calming matter. "Would you like to join me and my friends for lunch?" She asked as she quickly moved her hand once again to brush a stray hair from your face. Without using your words you had nodded to her request, making her smile in delight.

"You're smile is very pretty ma'am." you spoke without thinking, not even realising what you had said. Donna was more than happy to hear you speak, your voice was far prettier than your humming but either way she felt the same feelings as she had before.

"What is the fair ladies name?" She asked you, placing her hands on your hips as you shyly looked down at them resting there.

"My name is (Y/n) Ma'am." You said with formality.

"Such a beautiful name," Donna whispered, going back to touch your hand and raise it to her lips to gently kiss it. You was taken back at the sudden action once again, however you did not refuse it.

Again you wanted her to to hold you, just like she wanted to have you.

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