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sukifans · 4 years

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IT’S ALL LATIN TO ME

ZUKO X READER COLLEGE!SMAU

⏎ MASTERLIST // part III « IV. seduction siri » part V

SUMMARY: you’re a premed student at BSSU and you thought it’d be a good idea to take a latin class, but you’re in way over your head here. good thing your buddy sokka knows a classics major in your section you can study with.

WARNINGS: language, alcohol/partying

Zuko felt... oddly nervous as he pulled up to her apartment building. He sent the text to let her know he’d arrived and anxiously scrolled through his Spotify, flicking quickly through his various playlists. He knew he was far too concerned about what music to play while she was in the car with him but he wanted to get “the vibe” right, as Sokka would say. That, and it gave him something to focus on that wasn’t panicking over conversation starters in case of an awkward lull. When he saw her coming he leapt out of the driver’s seat.

“Hey, Zuko!” (Y/N) smiled when she saw him and then furrowed her brow when he hurried over to the passenger side. Her face heated when he opened her door. “Oh, my gods. You don’t have to do that,” she said as she slid into her seat.

“It’s polite,” he said simply before shutting the door and walking back to his side. In reality he was already freaking out — had he fucked it up by being weird literally seconds into this?

“Making me feel like a princess or something over here,” she laughed, face still red. He looked over at her and she closed her mouth quickly, remembering he was actually a prince. Like, for real. “Sorry.”

She shook her head with a small smile. “Is this a date, then?” she teased and the tips of his ears went red.

“No,” he said quickly. “No, it just... sounds like you’re dating the wrong kinds of guys.”

“Tell me about it.” She rolled her eyes and slumped down into the seat. “My type seems to be chauvinist douchebag.”

“That’s unfortunate.” He never thought he’d ever wish to be a chauvinist douchebag. Maybe her type also included awkward but well-intended ex-royalty and she just didn’t feel the need to mention it.

“Very,” she said darkly before perking up. “So are you excited for the party?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“Me too. I’m really glad you decided to come.”

“Didn’t really have much of a choice since I live with Sokka,” he joked lightly. She shrugged.

“Still, I’ll be happy to see you loosen up a bit. I know I haven’t known you for very long but you always seem so tense.”

“It’ll definitely be interesting,” he deflected deftly. “I have to say, though, that I’m looking forward to seeing for myself what Suki meant when she said you’re an affectionate drunk.” He shot her an amused smirk that made her stomach feel fluttery.

“Spirits, my friends are such gossips! Yes, I get a little more touchy and I like to dance with people and tell everyone how much I love them. But one time I hit the merlot a little too hard and started feeling sexy — as one does after drinking too much wine — and tried to make out with everyone. It only happens when I drink wine, though!”

He laughed at her animated retelling, her wild gesticulations visible out of the corner of his eye. He grinned over at her after he’d pulled into the store parking lot and turned the car off. “I guess I’ll have to be sure to grab a bottle or three, then.”

She laughed, looking away to hide her flushed face. “That’s on you, then. I’ll be your responsibility for the night.”

“It’d be my honor and immense pleasure.” He waggled his eyebrows and she groaned, covering her face with her hands. He was pretty proud of himself for his flirting thus far. He’d discovered he really liked making her blush, watching the pink tinge spread from her cheeks across the bridge of her nose and creep up her temples. He made her go red again when he made purposeful eye contact with her and slipped two bottles of red wine into the cart as they stocked up on liquor.

When they got back to his and Sokka’s apartment, (Y/N) started giggling at the amount of decorations Sokka had put up — the crepe paper and streamers being the least of it. He had even done a few very interpretative portraits of Suki and hung them. She looked up at the ceiling and laughed, elbowing Zuko and nodding up at the balloons.

“I thought they said Suki was blowing the balloons up?” she said. He looked up and frowned.

“Sokka, do you have helium somewhere?” he shouted into the apartment as he unloaded the alcohol. Sokka and Suki popped out of a room.

“Not anymore,” Sokka answered. “Used it all up. Suki had to do the rest.” He pointed at a few balloons scattered on the floor.

“Where the hell did you get it?”

“Found it.”

“Wh-“ she murmured, looking over to Zuko. He just shook his head. Probably better to not ask questions.

“Katara’s on the way with Aang and Toph,” Suki said as she started pulling cups from the cabinet.

“And pizza!” Sokka added. “Don’t worry, she got Hawaiian for you two.” He shuddered, glaring at (Y/N) and Zuko.

“You like Hawaiian too?” She grinned at him and held out her fist. “That’s what’s up.”

He hesitantly tapped his knuckles against hers. The first time Sokka had tried to fist-bump him he’d just grabbed his hand and shook it. Sokka liked to torment him about it often. “It’s about the sweet and salty.”

“It’s fucked up is what it is,” said Sokka. “Fruit doesn’t belong on pizza. And don’t say tomato is a fruit.”

“But it is,” (Y/N) said.

“That’s a moot point.” She and Zuko exchanged looks and he rolled his eyes, making her giggle.

Soon after the other three arrived, with the food of course. Sokka continued to spout slander about Hawaiian pizza until Zuko put him in a headlock while (Y/N) shoved a piece of pineapple into his mouth. He piped down after that while everyone else laughed. Once they’d eaten, they finished the beers they’d been sipping on started to break into the “good shit,” as Toph so eloquently said. She made everyone drinks, pouring with a very heavy hand. It didn’t take long before they all started getting a little tipsy and Sokka started setting up beer pong on the kitchen island, pouring shots in the Solo cups.

“Okay, so,” Sokka started, “Me and Zuko, (Y/N) and Suki, and Toph and Aang. Katara, you ref as usual. The winner of the first round plays us.”

Suki and Katara shared a look. “Don’t you want to be on my team, and (Y/N) can be with Zuko?” Suki asked.

“Sorry, babe, but Zuko’s the best shot pong player here and I’m not losing.” He linked his arm with Zuko’s.

“Don’t worry, Suki; Sokka doesn’t know that I’m actually the best ‘shot pong’ player here because he’s never played against me,” (Y/N) said, resting her hand on Suki’s arm reassuringly. Suki’s concern was more about forcing Zuko and (Y/N) together, but she nodded anyways.

“Yeah?” Zuko smirked. “Is that a challenge?”

“I think it is, Sparky,” Toph said, egging them on. They would just have to push them together from a different angle and obviously Sokka would be no help.

“You’re going down, hotman.” (Y/N) set her drink down, eager at the prospect of some friendly competition.

“Maybe later, princess. I have a tournament to win first,” he said smugly, grinning at the way she went bright red. Her stomach flipped at his words and she couldn’t even think of a witty response. She downed her drink instead, shuddering when the alcohol burned her throat.

“It’s on,” she growled. Zuko had to shake himself to tear his eyes away from the intense look she was giving him – it made him a little scared, but also a little turned on.

It all started off well and good. She and Suki pretty easily beat Toph and Aang. Though Toph was blind, she was definitely the better player of the two. When it came time to play the boys, Zuko watched, mesmerized, as (Y/N) rolled her shoulders and cracked her neck, shooting him a cocky smile.

“Ready to lose?” Sokka taunted, now starting to sway a little bit from the amount he’d indulged while the other game was happening.

“I don’t think that’ll be a concern, babe,” Suki said, looking on with amusement and, strangely, adoration when Sokka belched loudly and started laughing. Zuko chuckled at the look (Y/N) shot him from the other side of the island.

It was a tough game, they would both have to admit. Neither (Y/N) nor Zuko missed a cup at the start, but the alcohol began affecting the game soon after the start. Toph, Aang, and even the “impartial judge” Katara cheered when (Y/N) or Suki were able to sink a ball into a cup and groaned animatedly when Zuko or Sokka did. Eventually, both teams were down to one cup.

“Watch this,” Zuko elbowed Sokka roughly, knocking the other boy onto the floor. Undeterred, Zuko turned around and tossed the ball over his shoulder without looking. It missed tremendously, bouncing off Toph’s forehead. “Sorry, Beifong,” he laughed as she scowled in his direction. With a wink, (Y/N) easily tossed the ball into the boys’ last cup. Everyone cheered as Zuko drank, including Sokka from the floor. Suki hugged (Y/N) tightly, spinning her around as they celebrated their victory.

“Did we win?” Sokka asked, sitting up with great difficulty.

“Not this time, buddy,” said Zuko as he helped his friend stand again.

“You serious?” Sokka gasped and pushed him, causing both of them to stumble. “What the hell?! (Y/N), you’re officially my new shot pong partner from here on out!”

“Maybe. On the other hand, though, if Zuko and I teamed up we’d be unstoppable.”

“I like the sound of that,” Zuko mused and Sokka started babbling about betrayal and the “coup d’état” they were staging against him. Aang, bored of Sokka’s drunken whining, cranked up the music. (Y/N) grabbed Zuko and pulled him into a dance while Suki went to go comfort a pouting Sokka on the couch. She laughed at how stiffly he moved even when drunk, like dancing was a completely foreign concept to him. He just kind of shifted his weight from foot to foot, hardly even in time with the beat of the music. Zuko filled his cup again and hoped it would help unlock some secret rhythm or skills.

“I’m so sorry, Zu!” she giggled as she wobbled, grabbing onto his bicep for support. She’d bumped into the glass he was holding and spilled it everywhere, including across both of their shirts. Sokka looked over and cackled.

“(Y/N) made Zuko wet!” he crowed, making everyone else giggle at the pair.

“Shut up, Sokka!” Zuko laughed, chucking a kitchen towel he’d been using to mop up the mess on the floor. It hit the other boy square in the face, making a wet slapping sound against his skin. The group was nearly in tears at Sokka’s shriek of disgust. (Y/N) leaned heavily against Zuko to keep from toppling over.

“Can I borrow a shirt?” she asked of Sokka once she caught her breath.

“No,” he pouted. “Get one of Sifu Hotman’s shirts. We’re not friends anymore.”

“You are such a drama queen!” She rolled her eyes, still grinning. “You got a shirt I can borrow, Zu?”

“Yeah, sure.” He felt anxiety pulling in his gut as he led her to his bedroom. She followed closely behind, also feeling rather nervous but clutching his arm still as she wobbled. He tossed her an old t-shirt and, to his immense surprise and embarrassment, she’d already stripped off her soiled top when he turned to her. She giggled when his face went red and he quickly turned back around. Mumbling an apology, he started to pull off his own shirt.

(Y/N) stared as the fabric lifted, revealing a massive tattoo across the expanse of his muscular back. It was a beautifully intricate dragon done in red and black ink and its angry eyes seemed to follow her as she swayed on her feet.

“Whoah,” she gasped and stepped forwards.

He was about to ask what was wrong when he felt her fingertips ghost across his skin, making him shiver involuntarily. “I didn’t know you had such a dope tattoo.”

“I didn’t know it mattered,” he said, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of her tracing the lines. It was hard to tell whether it was the alcohol or her gentle touch that was making his head fuzzy and his skin feel hot.

“Of course it matters!” His breath caught in his throat when she slid her hands around to his front and hugged herself to him, resting her cheek against his back. “Tattoos are sexy and cool, and you’re already sexy and cool, so now you’re, like, extra sexy and cool.”

“You- you think that I’m sexy and cool?”

“And warm,” she sighed happily. He turned and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he cautiously settled his hands on her hips. He pressed his forehead against hers in an attempt to bring her face into focus.

“Well... I think you’re sexy and cool.” He hiccuped. “And warm,” he added after a moment of thought. She giggled at the way his alcohol-scented breath tickled her face.

“Hey, c’mere,” she whispered, squishing his face between her palms.

“I’m already here,” he murmured back, pulling her in by her hips anyways so their bodies touched.

“I have to tell you a secret.” He raised his eyebrows expectantly. “I wanna... smooch your face.”

Zuko wrinkled his nose adorably. “‘Smooch?’ You spend too much time with Sokka.”

“Why, you jealous?”

Yes. “Shut up,” he grumbled.

“Make me.”

That means she wants me to kiss her, right? She just said she wants to kiss me and “make me” always means “kiss me” in the romcoms and romance books. But maybe not. “How?”

(Y/N) laughed. “You’re cute when you’re dumb.”

“Hey!”

“What? You are.”

“I’m not dumb!”

“You’re a little dumb. What else do you need, a written invitation? An e-vite maybe? Do you want to RSVP? I’ll need to know if you’re bringing a-“ He cut off her teasing by pressing his lips to hers, squeezing her hips. She responded immediately and enthusiastically, leaning into his chest and threading her fingers through his hair. She hummed contentedly into his mouth when he slipped his hands down to grab her ass. When she pulled back he chased after her lips needily and she chuckled, patting his chest. “We’re taking a long time, they’re gonna get suspicious.”

“So what?” he muttered, pressing a kiss to her jaw instead and trailing more down her neck when she tilted her head to give him easier access. He was feeling awfully emboldened by the kiss and the considerable amount of liquid courage he’d indulged in. “Sokka introduced us with exactly this goal in mind.”

“I don’t know about exactly this goal, but that’s ‘so what.’ I couldn’t stand to see him so pleased with himself.”

He considered this and pulled himself with great effort away from his ministrations at her neck. “You’re right. He’d be unbearable.”

She looked up at him with bright eyes and swollen red lips and he wanted desperately to kiss her again. With a grin, she pulled his t-shirt over her head. He’d completely forgotten how they’d even ended up in his bedroom in the first place. “Put your shirt on and let’s go, hotman. I’m gonna kick your ass at blackjack.” She started to pull him by his hand towards the door but he yanked her back, catching her in his arms she stumbled.

“Don’t think we won’t pick this back up later, princess.” His tone made her gulp, eyes wide. He gave her a wicked grin and led her back out to everyone else as he shrugged on a new shirt.

“Finally! What took so long?” Aang said, a knowing look in his eyes.

“Don’t ask that. I don’t want to hear them talk about making out,” Toph huffed. Both Zuko and (Y/N) blushed in response, looking at the floor. Sokka started cheering and shouting and Katara punched him in the arm to get him to shut up. (Y/N) and Zuko squished in together in the empty spot on the couch as Suki started dealing playing cards. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pretended not to know how to play the game so she could tease him and show him how. They were so engrossed in each other that they missed the satisfied smirks all their friends were shooting each other.

A/N: whenever i add a read more cut on my laptop tumblr freaks out and deletes half the fic so. sorry lmao. anyways this makes me miss drinking with my friends. woulda hugged the homies a little tighter if i knew it was gonna be like this 🥺😪

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stiltonbasket · 3 years

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chancellor of the morning sun: burdens, mingjue (youth)

In which being a woman in the cultivation world is difficult, and Nie Mingjue comforts a friend.

On the night after the welcoming banquet, Nie Mingjue wakes to the sound of someone crying outside his door.

This was by no means unusual when he was younger; Huaisang often had night terrors after his mother died, and refused to sleep without Nie Mingjue for the next three or four years. But A-Sang is thirteen now, far too old to come crying to his da-ge after dark, and the person on the other side of his door seems to be a woman.

“Who’s there?” he calls, lighting one of his dream lanterns before getting out of bed. “A-Sang, is that you?”

“No, it’s me!” a familiar voice shouts, nearly sending Nie Mingjue to the ground as he scrambles to keep his footing. “A-Jue, let me in!”

Nie Mingjue drops his lantern and tries not to panic. The crying is still going on, but the person who called his name was Lan Xichen, without a doubt; and if she had come to his chambers this late, with the Unclean Realm full of foreign cultivators who would gladly take any chance to see her reputation ruined, then she must have come to seek his help with some kind of emergency.

And Nie Mingjue has not forgotten that the son of his father’s murderer is sleeping under his roof, or that Wen Ruohan openly sought Xichen’s hand in marriage for Wen Xu, and would have forced the two to meet if Nie Mingjue’s own fuqin had not intervened.

“I’m coming!” he says frantically, throwing the door open and grasping Lan Xichen’s arm the moment she crosses the threshold. “Lan Huan, I’m—”

And then he looks over Lan Xichen’s shoulder, blinking at the miserable line of young maidens trailing down the corridor behind her. Jiang Yanli is standing at Xichen’s side, crying into her sleeves, and Qin Su and Jin Zixuan’s first shimei are there, too; and Wen Ruohan’s young niece is standing in the back, holding Qin Su’s arm to keep her from falling over. All five girls smell of liquor, even Xichen, and Nie Mingjue gapes at them in bewilderment as Xichen fists her hands in his tunic and shakes him from side to side.

“Jiang-jie won’t listen to us!” she complains, sobbing drunkenly into his chest: which sets Jiang Yanli off again, and then Luo Qingyang starts weeping, too. “A-Jue, tell her!”’

Mingjue frowns. “Tell her what, A-Huan?” he says gently, wiping his intended’s face. It will be ruin for them both if anyone spots her here in the middle of the night, let alone with four other girls in front of his private quarters, but Nie Mingjue would rather cut his own hands off than turn the girl he loves away in such distress. “What’s wrong?”

“Jiang-guniang thinks she’s not worthy of Zixuan,” Luo Qingyang wails. “But just look at him! He prances around like a prize stallion, and he keeps making a fool of himself everywhere he goes! It’s pathetic! And he keeps talking about how wonderful he is, almost as much as Zixun! Nie-zongzhu, I have to beat him up twice a month to keep him in line, and it’s not even working!”

“Not worthy of Jin Zixuan?” he snorts. “Jiang-guniang, it’s Jin-gongzi who isn’t worthy of you. A-Huan, didn’t you tell her so?”

Jiang Yanli only cries even harder, and Xichen gives him a reproachful look and pinches his stubbly cheek. “She won’t listen to us when we tell her she’s more than enough. Yanli thinks we have to say so, since we’re her friends, so I brought her to you so you could tell her instead!”

“Jin-gongzi should count himself lucky that a maiden like Lady Jiang would give him the time of day,” Nie Mingjue says promptly. “He’ll get over himself in time, and Luo-guniang will beat him into the ground if he doesn’t. Right, Luo-guniang?”

Luo Qingyang nods fervently before listing straight into one of the walls. “I will!” she yells, as Wen Qing reaches over and puts her back on her feet again. “‘N then I’ll put itching powder in Jin Zixun’s pants, and, and…”

“Steal his wine again,” Qin Su suggests, letting out a loud burp. “That peach-blossom brew was delicious. Don’t you feel any better after drinking it, A-Li?”

“No, I don’t,” Jiang Yanli murmurs. “Good night, Nie-zongzhu. I’m going back to bed now.”

“Yanli!” begs Xichen, throwing herself at the shorter girl and almost knocking both of them backwards onto the floor. “Yanli, don’t go! You’re worth a hundred of Jin-zongzi, you—A-Jue, help!”

“What am I supposed to say?” he asks, thoroughly bewildered. “I can go challenge Jin-gongzi to a duel myself, if you like. Would that cheer you up, Jiang-guniang!”

But to his surprise, Jiang Yanli only goes to her knees and trembles like a kitten left out in the cold, sobbing about her fears for her future at Koi Tower and her dread of being bound to a man who will never respect her, her terror at the prospect of having no allies past her wedding day save for her mother-in-law, and then about having to spend the rest of her life within reach of Jin Guangshan.

“Mother keeps telling me that I should try to do better, so that Jin-gongzi likes me,” she chokes. “And one of my Yu aunties told me once that Jin-gongzi has to like me, since that’s going to be the only thing keeping me safe from—from—”

“Why haven’t you spoken to your parents about this?” Nie Mingjue demands, aghast. He knows very little about how his own engagement was settled on Xichen’s side; but not long after his ascension, he discovered that neither she nor her uncle were consulted on the matter, and that the sect elders only informed Lan Qiren of his niece’s engagement after the betrothal papers were sealed and signed and the bride price was already paid.

Nie Mingjue’s father made the agreement believing that Lan Qiren was amenable, and would have dissolved the betrothal in a heartbeat if Lan Xichen ever said she was unhappy with it—even in the months just before his death, when his greatest regret was that he would likely not live long enough to see his grandchildren. But he never disapproved of Lan Xichen’s decision to remain unwed until Wangji was at least eighteen, though the wedding was originally set to take place just after Xichen turned eighteen, and he would even have accepted a divorce if his daughter-in-law initiated it.

And Jiang Fengmian is widely known to dote upon his daughter, just as Nie Mingjue’s father doted on Lan Xichen, so why would he not offer the same choice to his child that Nie Huangyin gave to A-Huan?

“Father would break the engagement if I asked, but Jin-furen is mother’s best friend,” Jiang Yanli weeps, in answer to Nie Mingjue’s unspoken question. “It would make things so difficult between them if Jin-furen ever knew I felt this way. And A-Xian and A-Cheng already hate the idea of me marrying into Lanling, Nie-zongzhu. It would be so much worse for them both if they found out I was afraid.”

“It is better out now, than ten years from now, when you are wedded into that house and bound there by a husband and children,” Nie Mingjue says somberly. “Jin Zixuan is not a bad sort, but if he can look upon a maiden who spends her days tending to her family and teaching in orphanages and finding apprenticeships for street children, and call such a girl unworthy because of her looks and low cultivation—then he is not worthy of any wife, let alone one like you, and I pray he will come to recognize it without some great tragedy to bring him to his senses.”

“But—”

“If A-Huan were to lose her cultivation, I would still count myself as the luckiest man in the world to be her husband,” he declares. “And if she were not beautiful, that would be nothing to me. Whatever the strength of her golden core, and whatever she looks like—her heart has nothing to do with either her face or her jindan, and I love her for that above all things.”

Jiang Yanli’s jaw drops open, and she stares up at Nie Mingjue in open disbelief. Xichen is far too drunk to register what he just said, and Wen Qing seems to have stuffed bits of cloth into her ears to keep herself from listening to anything Jiang-guniang would not have confided while sober—but the word love still burns on his lips like the hot filling from Lan Xichen’s sweet bean cakes, flooding through every inch of his body until he can think of nothing else, and he spends a good two minutes in a kind of stricken trance before wondering if saying such a thing before Maiden Jiang might have hurt her feelings.

“It didn’t,” she says softly—because apparently, Nie Mingjue said that last aloud. “I think I see now, Nie-zongzhu.”

Nie Mingjue opens his mouth to ask what she means, but a small purple blur interrupts him before he can get the words out. The blur skids around the nearest corner, screeching in indignation at the sight of Yanli’s tearstained face, and then it turns upon Nie Mingjue and demands an explanation.

“What did you say to my Shijie?” Wei Wuxian cries. “Shijie, did he bully you?”

“Silly A-Xian,” Jiang-guniang smiles, ruffling Wei Wuxian’s hair. “Nobody bullied me, but Nie-zongzhu made me feel much better.”

“By making you cry?” Wei Wuxian says doubtfully. “Should I get Suibian?”

“A-Xian, no!” Jiang Yanli is giggling now, kissing her brother all over his puffy cheeks. “Come on, let’s go back.”

Wei Wuxian drags her off down the hallway, casting suspicious glances over his shoulder, and Wen Qing charges herself with the duty of escorting Luo Qingyang and Maiden Qin back to their own quarters. However, she declares in no uncertain terms that managing three drunk girls is beyond her, and that leaves only Nie Mingjue to look after Lan Xichen.

“Your uncle’s going to kill me if he finds us,” he whimpers, as he struggles up a flight of stairs with his betrothed yawning in his arms. “And then A-Sang will spend the rest of his life on birds and fans, and never catch up with his lessons in time to attend your clan lectures.”

“Shufu likes you,” Xichen assures him, patting the tip of his nose. “He would never do such a thing.”

“He would if he thought I’d been improper towards you,” Nie Mingjue groans. “A-Huan, have you had anything to eat after you started drinking?”

“Mm, A-Su brought snacks. And Wen Qing kept slipping headache medicine into my wine.”

Nie Mingjue sighs in relief and hugs her a little tighter. “Good. Will you try to drink a little water after we get back to your room?”

Xichen nods drowsily, nearly stopping Nie Mingjue’s heart as she nuzzles against his shoulder, but he manages to get her up to her bedroom in one piece and helps her get into bed, making sure she lies on her side to prevent choking in the morning. He also puts a few pieces of rice candy on her nightstand since he always carries a handful in his pocket for Huaisang, and fetches a glass of water for her to drink when she wakes.

Lan Huan is fast asleep by then, breathing quietly in her nest of blankets with her hand tucked under her cheek, and Nie Mingjue makes it as far as the door before remembering that she is still too drunk to be left alone.

But she doesn’t have a maidservant, Nie Mingjue thinks desperately, staring wildly out of the room as if one might climb out of the nearest cupboard. And Wangji didn’t come along this time, and I can’t wake Lan Qiren—

Oh, no.

Oh, this is very bad.

Anything could happen to Lan Xichen with so much alcohol in her blood, and she might even stop breathing during the night and smother. But there is no one to fetch except for Lan-xiansheng, and that means Nie Mingjue will have to stay with her until she wakes. And given the fact that Lan Qiren will be looking for his niece by mao hour tomorrow, while Lan Xichen will probably sleep a shichen longer than usual—

Nie Mingjue sinks down beside the bed and puts his head in his hands.

Well, that settles it, he despairs, pulling the thick blankets away from Xichen’s face. Lan Qiren is definitely going to kill me.

But he would be lying if he said that the sight of Xichen’s peaceful face was unworthy of death by uncle-in-law, so Nie Mingjue accepts his demise with grace and starts planning his funeral instead.

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When Lan Xichen opens her eyes, the first thing she notices is the dull pain in her head.

The second thing she notices (after gulping down the water and candy on the nightstand) is that someone seems to have left a heap of something dark near her bed; probably a bag, or a pile of clothes, though she can’t see well enough to tell what it could be.

And the last thing is that her uncle is sitting on a chair by the door, tapping his foot loudly enough to make her head pound.

“Shufu,” she croaks, struggling upright with the aid of one of her pillows. “What are you—”

“Disciples of the Lan clan must not consume alcohol,” he says, strangely calm despite the enormity of her transgression. Her clothes still smell like Baling mead, sweet and spicy and fruity all at once, and she nearly dies of shame at the thought of how shocked Shufu must have been when he found her. “They must not go out of doors after haishi. And they must never share chambers with any member of the opposite sex to whom they are not married, unless they are a relative.”

Lan Xichen freezes. “What?”

“Should I not be asking you that?” her uncle reminds her. “What is Nie-zongzhu doing in your bedchamber?”

Thunderstruck, Lan Xichen stumbles out of bed and stares at the dark heap on the floor, which yawns at her touch and stretches like a cat before springing up in horror.

“Lan-xiansheng, it’s not what it looks like!” Nie Mingjue cries, making Lan Xichen shrivel at the memory of how shamefully she must have behaved last night. “I only wanted to make sure Xichen was safe, I would never—”

“And you did not think of waking me?” Lan Qiren lifts his eyebrows at them. “Even if you wanted to ensure that my niece was well, how could you risk being seen leaving her rooms in the morning? My own quarters are just on the other side of the hall.”

Mingjue ducks his head in shame, and Lan Xichen suddenly wants nothing more than the comfort of his hand in hers. “I didn’t want her to get in trouble, xiansheng,” he mumbles. “She only came out last night for someone else’s sake, and I couldn’t have borne to see her unhappy just for that.”

“You are a sect leader, Nie Mingjue. Don’t look down when you speak to me,” Shufu scolds. “As it is, I am glad that you did not leave her. But as her uncle, I must order you to go now before the breakfast bell, lest you ruin both of your reputations at once and force her to marry before she is ready.”

Mingjue takes the hint and flees, leaving Xichen and her uncle alone. Shufu says nothing more for a while, merely studying the ceiling as if the laws of the Lan sect were inscribed there, and then he clears his throat and points to the stack of parchment on her desk.

“Copy each precept you broke, a hundred times each. The tenth, eighteenth, and seventy-first laws. Go.”

And then, after a moment’s lull:

“I think he will be a good father someday, A-Huan,” Lan Qiren reflects. “Your little ones will want for nothing, what with how he cares for you and how much he coddles Huaisang. I could not have found you a better husband if I chose for you myself.”

Lan Xichen drops her paintbrush.

“Shufu!”

#nielan #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #chancellor of the morning sun #nielan arranged marriage au #my fic #long time no update #it's been 84 years

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Izuru, Hajime, and Kirumi x SHSL Military General

Izuru Kamukura:

· Boring. That was what he had thought of you at first. You had no new talent he didn’t… and yet, despite your fearsome rumors, it seemed all those under your command adored you. He already knew it was not the cliché case of ‘oh you just need to get to know them’ nor you were secretly going about your work in a cult like fashion. No, there was something else, and he decided to snuff it out.

· “It’s been several days now. If you wish something of me you need but speak, or at the least walk by my side. How much longer do you plan on tailing me?” You stopped in your tracks, turning around to face the man who was but a few paces behind. Both your expressions perfectly stoic, blank. “As long as it takes to find out why everyone loves you. That was my initial objective. But you’re boring. You’re nurturing. Your tone alone is enough to compel others to follow your lead, to not disappoint you out of respect. Now… I want to know why you’re different from me.” You needed but a glance to find your answer. “The difference… I thought a being exactly akin to myself, a person made to be a weapon would already know that.” You walked a few paces, stopping right before him. It was as if he were a statue, not moving at all as you cupped your hand on his cheek, the smallest, softest, kindest of smiles pulling at the corners of your lips. “Good luck old friend. Even with a luck talent you’ll need it.” You then walked away, Izuru following just a few paces behind.

· “Come now. If you’re going to stick around, work out with me. Surely, you’ve figured out by now that simply observing me, you’ll not get the answers you’re seeking.” Still, Izuru simply stood beside you as you were finishing your pushups atop that mountain with the sky just barely starting to show the signs of a new day beginning. “Why do you speak with me casually, unlike all others? You don’t even speak this way with those you call friends.” “I simply find it natural to speak this way with one so harmless. Just as I find it natural to speak with others in a more formal tone.” “… Harmless.” Hopping up from your pushups you began your climb back down the treacherous mountain. “You find Komaeda to be a weapon of mass destruction, and me, harmless? That’s incomprehensible.” “To you, perhaps.” You kept going for a few moments before deciding to give him some extra help. “You’re an innocent child, myself before I became who I am now, before I rejected the idiotic notion of a weapon being more powerful than man.”

· He pondered over that brief conversation for a long time. Man being more powerful than a weapon. He knew you were not speaking of how man creates weapons and are the ones who use them, so…

· “Oh! Hey, Y/N! So, your sidekick finally decided to join us!” The first day Izuru had begun to follow you, you stopped him when going for those nightly training sessions saying he would either participate or go away because you were not going to allow any bystanders. All nights after he’d disappear at some point as you made your way to meet up with Kaito and the others. But he stayed by your side that night, training with the others, giving you and Maki a run for your money when it came to endurance in these exercises.

· “You’re making everyone uncomfortable just standing in the corner. Come play with us.” Izuru did as told and joined the card game you were playing with your classmates.

· “Izuru, teach them how to set up the stall, while I take care of matters here.” He helped out your class set up for the school festival.

· “Huh…” Truthfully you were half expecting Izuru to show up to the beach his usual suit and not swim trunks, let alone playing volleyball with the others already.

· The others had already left back for school, the field trip long done, but you stayed behind to fit in some of your own exercises… Izuru did as well. “So, finally out of your emotionless emo phase, or are you still insisting everything is boring?” “… I thought by copying you I’d find why we’re different.” “And have you?” “…” He actually thought about it for a moment an answer not immediately puzzled out in his mind. “I’m still gathering information.” “I see.” Seems he was growing up faster than you did, then again you didn’t have anyone to help guide you.

· For a long time you continued your stretches. “I must admit though, I thought it’d take longer before you’d take this first step.” You stopped, beginning to jog in place, slowly picking up your pace. “This world, with how awful it is, I still find it boring myself at times. But that’s not the good part of it all. Being alive. I’m anticipating to see what you’ll find in people. For me, it’s not a certain aspect of them, but everything. True, humans are creatures of patterns, but focusing on the individual… seeing them as people and not objects, or weapons, or patterns… seeing what they actually are…Connecting… that’s my answer at least, why I gave up being you, a husk intended to be a weapon. Humans no matter how they try, can’t be anything other than human. A human being… strange and funny creatures I find us to be at least.” You placed a hand on his shoulder, lightly chuckling to yourself. “Be sure to tell me when you find your answer. I’m sure someone skilled in more than war will find something I could never hope too, and that sounds exciting to me. But for now, back to training.”

· Then you dashed away, down the shore, to that brilliantly bright sunset.

· And he ran. He didn’t even think about it. He was still unsure of what he was doing or what exactly he was searching for, but… something inside him was calling out to you, he just knew he needed to be with you. So he was going to keep chasing after you and perhaps one day, he’d figure it out and finally walk beside you.

Hajime Hinata:

· To Hajime, each and every last person who manage to be invited to the academy was an amazing person. How else could they be described? They were individuals who all had already changed the word in some way or another, but there was one individual who arguably made the largest impact to the world, more than any present or past student, the Super High School Level Military General. Nothing of their personage was known, a complete mystery, not even their name. They were solely known for their accomplishments, a child, seemingly appearing out of nowhere quickly rose up through the ranks, becoming a general, and swiftly putting an end to any war they touched. Wars still appeared, but not long and they’d appear putting it to an end with little life being lost, most countries began fighting in less direct ways because of this. What else could they do? The fighting did stop, but not the conflicts that were the root of them. Still, putting an end to so much fighting so quickly was unimaginable to most. Some say their appearance only made conflict worse, some say they saved the world. No matter what one thought, it was undeniable the Super High School Military General left an unmistakable impact that had forever changed the world.

· And such an amazing person, was the very first friend he had made at the academy, despite him just being a reserve course student.

· He didn’t even know who they were at first. The school year hadn’t technically started yet, but students were allowed on campus to move their belongings into their dorm rooms and such and that was exactly what Hajime was doing. He didn’t have much, so he was finished quickly and decided to just walk around for a bit. He found himself just looking at the main building off in the distance. So close, yet so far away, just barely out of reach seemingly when he knew deep down, he truly was nowhere close. Then suddenly he spotted something. Not far, just within reach.

· “Is the vending machine jammed?” “Not as far as I know.” Hajime looked to the machine in confusion, not noticing anything off with it, so why were you just standing before it? “What do you recommend?” Though you hadn’t done much something about how you looked to him, how your voice seemed to resonate in him, he was taken aback for a moment before collecting himself, quickly looking over the options. “Well… I like the orange ramune.” He pointed to it, showing exactly where it was. Not saying a word you placed in some yen and pressed the button for it. How you carried yourself mesmerized him. He couldn’t quite place his finger on why though. It was stiff yet seemed effortless. A rather strange combination to him. Before he knew it you had the drink and… were just looking at it, flipping it around. You had taken off the cap but seemed lost as to what to do next. “There’s a plunger in the cap, you take that out and place it on top where the cap was.” You followed his instructions without question. “Then you push it down, releasing the marble and there you go.” You seemed surprised, your eyes widening a little as the soda kinda exploded as it usually did when being opened. Then you held it out to him? “I can tell you haven’t drunk anything in the past several hours. Take it.” “Oh, thanks.”

· Your whole demeanor seemed off, somewhat alien. As you got yourself another drink, he couldn’t help but ask- “Are you a foreigner? This soda is rather common in Nippon.” “I suppose one could say that of me.” … Well, that was a strange response. “Seems like we’ve both had a long day. I saw an arcade nearby. Want to just relax and hangout there for a while?” You looked to him in what he assumed was surprise, you didn’t seem very expressive, but he could still see these small shifts in your eyes. For a moment, when he had asked, they seemed to sparkle. “Certainly, lead the way.”

· The pair of you had a rather fun outing to the arcade. So much of… well everything you seemed unaccustomed too. “What’s this?” “The prize corner? We can win tickets to trade for stuff here.” “Huh… so a transfer of currency, to test skill, to gain a new currency…” Even rather basic things. “How did you do that?” “Do what?” “Make that bubble from your mouth?” “I just blew a bubble with the bubblegum.” “There exists food to blow into bubbles?” Hajime wondered if you grew up extremely sheltered. If that was the case, you were probably from an extremely rich family considering you’d have to pour so much money to get into the reserve course. He felt rather sorry for you. “Have you been to the movies before?” “Never.” “We could go watch some if you’d like, get some more candy and some popcorn.” “I know not if I’d like it, never having experienced it before, but I am curious.” “Let’s go then!”

· For the next several days Hajime would find you around campus and you’d just go out and have fun in the town. Strangely though, he never saw you at the dorms. He did most often find you exercising so he assumed you just woke up very early.

· You sat beside him on a bench, passing an orange ramune his way. “So Y/N, feeling ready for class to start tomorrow?” “Yes, I’ve made all necessary preparations and more.” “Still doesn’t feel real that I’m even here, I think it will be a few days till this sinks in.” “… Hinata.” “Yes?” “When class stars… Well, before I ask how schools work, I find a matter more pressing. Will we still spend time together when class starts, like going to the mall, or the park together?” “Of course, we’re friends. Sure, we might get busy with schoolwork sometimes, but we can make time. If you’d like we could study together.” You were silent for a moment, mulling over his words as you took a sip of your soda. “friend…” It was strange to hear that new tone. There was no power or commend to it, it was but a faint unconscious whisper to yourself. “I wonder if we’ll have separate curriculums since we’ll be in different classes.” You knew you’d be in different classes. Maybe you were taking advanced courses or something. That was what Hajime had assumed at least. “Maybe, but we still have break and lunch to chat, we just can’t go out. At least we have holidays.” “Yes, we do have break and lunch. Then you’d be alright if I schedule to spend my breaks with you?” “I don’t mind.”

· “… Thank you Hin-… Friend. I give you my thanks, Friend. For being my friend… I’ve never had one before. There are so many things I know not, but I intend for you to know I’ll do my utmost to keep improving. You’ve… changed my view on things in such a short amount of time. I find it remarkable.” The new spring breeze rolled past, carrying along the fresh scent of flowers. The sun beamed down, warming the cool world. “Ah, I haven’t done much, but I’m glad knowing our time together means so much to you.” “It’s strange… getting the chance to live as a teenager. Never before have I had the opportunity to be anything over than a military general.” Wait… military general? “For as long as I can recall, I’ve been molded to be a weapon and nothing more. I was the top candidate in the project, which allowed me access, well more so forcibly having me join the army. I believed myself to be unfeeling, emotionless for a time. After all, the soldiers could react with horror and fear at taking life, even celebrating when a battle was won, but I didn’t, to me, it just seemed to be more training. I only ever perceived humans as more targets. That was all my existence was, fighting. But as I was trained to be smart, tactical, I had noticed their reactions. I could not relate to them, but I could sympathize with them. I thought I knew not emotional pain, only physical, but somewhere in my mind I made the connection of physical, mental, and emotional pain as all one in the same. I could not understand them directly, but at the time I knew pain was bad, and so that was what started me beginning to see humans as people, more than bags of flesh. I listened to their stories of their friends, family, and loved ones. I did not understand directly, but I knew then I wanted to protect them, just as they wanted to protect their families, and so I began to think of them as my friends. The project runners soon caught on to my realizing I was human too, and began to torture me to make me believe humans were nothing but bad… bad, good, black, white, they had such an archaic, rudimentary view of life, it’s pitiful. As I realized the humans I worked with were people, I realized those we were fighting were exactly the same. We’re all human, all people, people with causes and more importantly others to fight for… Even if I was but an outsider looking in, not truly able to understand, I knew with all that was thrust onto me I was going to change the system. Be a humanitarian. Save all I could. I would mold my soldiers not in my image, but make them strong enough so they can protect others and themselves even without my leadership, to draw out their true strength from being human… but now…” You looked to the ramune bottle you held. “Before I saw humanity, but now I’ve experienced it, even if but a fraction.” You turned to him, cupping your hand on his cheek, the smallest, softest, kindest of smiles pulling at the corners of your lips. “Simply doing things others do everyday I find so exciting, but something I found with my soldiers, hearing their stories of their loved ones, connecting with them, and now, connecting with you, connecting with other human beings… I think this is the best part of being alive. You’ve shown me the world from a new perspective. I can now finally understand. I had some semblance of it before, but… I was still fighting, not… whatever not fighting is, what you’ve shown me, playing at an arcade and watching movies. THIS is what they were all so desperate to protect. I just wanted them to live, but I didn’t know what being alive was. And so… I suppose I fear us not getting to have our outings as often. This, being friends with you… It’s the most… My vocabulary has failed me, I can’t even begin to describe this, but, I will do whatever it takes for you to not just see, but understand how much I appreciate and treasure all that you have done for me… You are my very first friend after all. I want to treat you right. And I will.”

· “Wait… so, you’re the Super High School Level Military General?” “That is a title I have been christened recently, but it is not all I am. After all, I’ve more recently gained the title as your friend.” This… was a lot for Hajime to take it. Now he felt a bit weird about telling you so much about his adoration for Hope’s Peak and it’s students, who you were one of, how he wished he could belong there and not just paid to be on the side lines. Yet… despite you being one of those students… he was just talking to his friend… remembering that made this feel less awkward, though a little embarrassing still.

· It was strange having the stares of his classmates as they just watched him eating with you, to the point you’d often walk around till you found a quieter place to just enjoy your time together in peace.

· You’d still hangout outside of school, it was both of your favorite time together. You could just be together and be happy without this strange divide that others forced between you two.

ENDING 1:

· When Hajime befriended Chiaki and her class, he dragged you along, helping you to connect with the others. You both became honorary members of the class.

· These connections were things you were never going to allow to fade, making sure to regularly keep in contact with everyone even after graduating.

· With the world having relative peace you retired, working as a personal trainer. You’d come out of retirement temporarily if a new war sprung up, but you always ended it quickly with as little life lost as possible… “Ah, Y/N, you’re back!” “I said I’d be, didn’t I?” Your face instantly flushed a bright red upon Hajime hugging you so tightly. “You took much longer than usual, I thought something had happened.” “A-ah… I…” ... happily returning to your husband and your peaceful life together. This was all both you and Hajime wanted, and you were happy just to be together.

ENDING 2:

· Even still, no matter how much you tried, you just seemed to be naturally pulled to separate worlds, the staff always causing trouble for Hajime when he’d go to see you, only for you to end up defending him. Moments like these…

· His mind was a blur, he couldn’t hold onto a single thought, and so he went out for a walk, hoping the fresh air could clear his mind.

· “Friend.” “Oh, Y/N-” He turned around, finding you were but a few paces behind him. “- you startled me.” You were stoic, standing there stiffly, the only movement was the wind lifting up pieces of your uniform. “You want to talk about something?” “Indeed. The Kamukura project… What’s with that expression, surely one such as I would know of an experiment such as this.” “Y-yeah, I guess so.” “I but wish you to place my mind at ease, after all… I’ve never trained you, you’re not my soldier, I… know not if you’ll be safe on your own, so… I wish to know if you are informed as to what you’ll be doing from kin, one who has attempted to be molded into a weapon as well.” He looked you up and down, searching for something, though he wasn’t sure what himself. Then he nodded. “By partaking in this project, you may never return to now. They may attempt to make you a weapon, but that will not come to be. Friend, should you follow my path, I still will not take you in as a soldier for you have no need of such. They will say you’re someone entirely new, and that you may be. I know not the consequences of one following my path after being allowed to be human for so long. Likely for a time, you will know nothing but fighting, you may have to relearn what it is to be human, is that a process you are willing to go through? It is one I in fact am still stumbling through.” “… Yeah. I know you say all life has meaning, that everyone matters, but… I want to do more!” “And I shall never stop you from any endeavor for self-improvement. That is not my intention here.” You held out your hand to him. “I but wish that after you follow me, you catch up so we may walk side by side once more.” “Of course. Whatever happens next, I know I’ll be alright, I have my friend with me.” Taking your hand into his own he could feel the warmth that seeped through your glove. “Well then…” With an outstretched arm you presented Hope’s Peak. “Shall we be off?” “Yes.”

· You followed Hajime, but a few paces behind till he stood before those doors off limits to most staff and all students but him. He looked over his shoulder having herd your steady footfalls come to a stop. You both knew you could follow him no longer. This next step he’d have to take on his own, but it was alright, he knew he’d be lost and run after you for a while, but in the end, he’d be someone better, someone who could not only walk beside you, but keep in time and never fall behind. No more chasing after you or leading you around. This time around, you could truly keep in time with one another.

Kirumi Tojo:

· Kirumi had met you through Korekiyo, he introduced the two of you thinking you’d make for good friends given how similar you were. You both lived to serve others, to make them as great of people as they could be. Kirumi admired the lengths you’d go for your soldiers, keeping mental and emotional health in mind, not just physical. All you wished was for your soldiers to be even greater than yourself so that together the whole world could be a safe place. Being your maid was something she had considered, but you were perfectly fine on your own, even being able to work on self-improvement without the assistance of others. Surely being your maid, she’d be able to an extent serve and help many others but given you absolutely couldn’t find someone like her to be of use, she became your friend instead.

· Whenever the pair of you had free time, you’d share stories of the past. On occasion you’d trade advice, but the both of you felt it almost wrong to assist one another. You both loved helping others, but also valued self-improvement above all else which included your own improvement. Both of you were simply so self-reliant any assistance would simply be a hindrance from improving yourself in some way. Even so, your chats together were your favorite. You both understood one another in ways most others simply could not even begin to comprehend.

· You always spent time with one another when you were taking breaks. Taking breaks was vitally important, even for workaholics such as yourselves. You both would change your schedule so they could align. Often, you’d make a day of it, going out and trying something Hajime had shown you recently such as going for a walk through a botanical garden, going to the cinema, or just lazing about on the beach. These were rather awkward but fun excursions, the both of you not exactly sure how to relax in a way similar to others. Often the awkwardness could looked back on with laughter at how silly it’d look to others.

· By chance the pair of you had but a short break for an hour or so you’d most often exercise, something light for you like a thousand push-ups or curl-ups and other such things while Kirumi would speak of her past experiences as a maid. One time it’d be how she saved he client from a literal army, the next being about her setting up a whole wedding due to the caterer just being plain awful at their job. You’d so curiously ask her questions such as what catering was or how to bake a cake so you could gave one to one of our classmate’s for their up coming birthday. Kirumi loved answering your every last question, it was one of the few things she could do to truly help you without getting in the way. She’d eagerly teach you any and all skills you were unfamiliar with, and you rather liked knowing Kirumi was enjoying this so much. You’d think of any possible skill you were lacking and asked her to be your teacher and in exchange you’d teach her battle and fighting tactics even she didn’t know.

· You adored being able to help one another, and you’d search out excuses to do so.

· “So what you’re saying is you’re out of work.” “Indeed.” “Meet me at the front gate, sixteen o’clock.” That was all that needed to be said for the both of you to be there right on time, down to the exact second. Not a word was exchanged as you lead her down the streets through town. Though you enjoyed your chats with one another, you didn’t speak too often. Speaking wasn’t needed to build a connection with one another. Being together was enough most of the time.

· “Hey General.” “There you are Y/N, oh Tojo? So Y/N brought you here too, that’s why they’re late today.” Kirumi found herself in a rather cozy building, many people with various injuries, along with Shuichi as well. Most of them sat at one main table where biscuits and tea sat on a platter. “So this is the General’s other new friend. Come in, come in. Everybody’s welcome to the drop-in center. Come have some tea and share some stories.” “The Generals says you have quite the yarns to tell.” Both you and Shuichi knew what was to come next. “If you so wish. And if the tea is low, I shall make more.” Kirumi immediately made herself at home, serving all the ex-soldiers so attentively. You and Shuichi simply started some training while everyone else ooed and awed at Kirumi and her skills in seemingly everything. It was fun for the pair of you to see the others amazed by the girl both of you were used too, no longer surprised by anything she could do, she could take over the whole galaxy and neither of you would bat an eye, to the both of you she could do anything.

· Due to the both of you being rather stoic neither of you ever really confessed your feelings. After graduating high school you were just together, no matter the distance or time you’d always reunite with one another eventually. Kirumi often worked with soldiers, helping them get back onto their feet after war. You’d do the same when you weren’t fighting. You both were a perfect duo, doing all you could to make life easier for your soldiers and getting them to a place where they no longer needed your help. The pair of you were simply perfect together.

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Lesson 43 Summary

Solomon gives everyone food poisoning, and MC spends the day with Mammon.

**SPOILERS BEYOND THIS POINT**

Mammon comes downstairs for breakfast, complaining about how bright it is outside. As he talks to MC, he realizes that no one else has gotten up yet nor have they prepared any food. He and MC decide to go check on his brothers and see why they are still asleep.

Lucifer is the first one they check on, and they are shocked to find that he is still asleep. Lucifer explains that in the middle of the night he suddenly recalled Solomon’s cooking, and just the memory of it made him extremely ill. Next, Mammon and MC check on Satan, and he passes out in the middle of his complaints regarding Solomon’s cooking. They then head to Beel and Belphie’s room, and Belphie is trying to help Beel who is feeling so sick he doesn’t even want to eat anything. Both decide it’s best to just go back to sleep.

Afterwards, Mammon and MC check on Levi, but he doesn’t even answer them, so they assume he’s still passed out as well. And finally they check on Asmo, who claims to have drunk a “bottle of water” Mammon had brought him from the fridge that he thinks may have actually been something that Solomon prepared. He quickly falls back to sleep as well, upset that he is going to miss the opening of the new Cafe he had heard about.

Mammon and MC are then talking in the halls, and realize they are the only two who haven’t been made ill. They decide that since the refrigerator has clearly been contaminated by things Solomon may have made, that it’s best to just clear it all out and buy new food, as well as some antacids in the hopes they will help with everyone’s stomach pains.

The first place Mammon and MC stop by is “The Angel’s Halo”. They notice that the cafe is still closed, so MC is given the option of making it into a date with Mammon later. Mammon gets very excited about the idea of having a date with MC where he’s not running errands for Lucifer and comments that perhaps he should even thank Solomon.

Mammon explains to MC how in the past, his brothers always take things to extremes when they get sick, but he hopes it won’t come to that since they are in the human world and limited by what they can do. He then pulls out Lucifer’s credit card and announces that it’s what he’s going to use to pay for all the food and medicine he plans on picking up today. He also admits that he may pick up a few things for himself as well while he’s at it.

Mammon finds a nearby deli, and the pair stand in line for food. While waiting, Mammon explains to MC that he’s actually pretty at home in the human world and has a lot of experience coming up there since the witches are always calling him.

He then goes on to explain that he can’t say no to the witches. His explanation is rather vague, and he mentions that they helped with some of his debts, among other things. (Assuming this is a reference to the story told in his The Guardian Demon Devilgram) He then goes on to say that he likes the human realm, and if MC were to ask, he’d stay with them there forever (instead of returning to the Devildom).

MC and Mammon then overhear some customers talking about The Angel’s Halo and how there is a rumor regarding their coffee. It’s said that if you drink their coffee, the person you’re in love with will fall madly in love with you. This catches Mammon’s interest, and he tries to play it cool and tell MC that he’d rather check out the cafe like they had planned instead of just eating at the deli.

As they walk to the cafe, Mammon insists that it’s not because of the coffee. MC is given the option to say that they’d wish he’d fall in love with them instead, and he admits that he is already madly in love with them so it wouldn’t be possible.

Just then, Mammon bumps into someone - and is surprised to find that it’s Luke. Luke is very excited to see MC, and basically ignores Mammon, which only irritates him. Luke explains that Simeon should have contacted MC already, but that they have both been busy “getting ready” for the “grand opening.” He then leads them to The Angel’s Halo cafe, where Simeon is.

Simeon then explains that the cafe is his, and claims that Michael has appointed him and Luke as ambassadors, in a sense, to “coordinate relations between the human world and Celestial Realm.” The cafe is intended to allow them to blend in and interact with the humans so that no one suspects them.

Simeon goes to prepare some food for Mammon and MC, and MC takes the time to explain to Luke about everything that has happened so far in Lessons 41 and 42. Simeon returns and both he and Luke get a good laugh about the fact that MC was hired as a “BABYsitter” for the brothers. Mammon then asks Simeon if he could have a cup of the coffee everyone is talking about.

Mammon explains to Simeon the rumor he heard about the coffee, and this bothers Simeon since he thinks it’s dishonest to draw in customers by such superstitions (but forcing the brothers to be angels was totes ok 👌🏻). When Mammon asks how such a rumor could have gotten started, Simeon guesses that it must have had to do with a stranger he offered a free cup of coffee to one day before they officially opened.

Simeon then explains that he didn’t do anything special and didn’t use his “angel powers” to help the customer. He also explains that he doesn’t have the ability to make humans fall in love (implying that other angels may).

Luke explains that angels are born with their own powers, and all of them are a bit different just like how humans are good at different things. He also shares that angels are assigned a rank based on how good they are at what they can do. Simeon is an archangel, which is essentially a warrior (so I’m assuming his powers are related to that?). Mammon teases Luke about his rank, and Luke explains that he hasn’t been assigned one yet because he’s still too young and is still trying to find out what he’s good at.

Mammon encourages Luke to “try hard” and “go for the top” so that one day he could become a seraph. Luke is embarrassed by Mammon’s teasing, saying that he’s just making fun of him, and insists that he actually wants to be a principality, which Mammon finds even more amusing.

Simeon then changes the subject back to the rumor about the coffee, and explains that he really does want to do something about it, fearing that it might also blow their cover. MC is given the option of suggesting that Mammon help fix it, which he initially objects to (saying we can’t order him around lol, ok sweetie). MC is also allowed to beg Mammon to help, and he quickly caves and agrees to help. Simeon gets a chuckle out of watching Mammon’s interaction with MC, and Luke thinks it’s so gross. 😂

Luke suggests that perhaps the best method of squashing the rumor is to start another, but Simeon is unsure if that would really be effective since there is no guarantee that the new rumor will spread. Mammon makes a comment about how if a couple had gotten into a fight over the coffee then it wouldn’t be so hard to deal with - which gives Simeon the idea of staging a dramatic breakup fight in front of other customers.

Simeon and Luke then suggest that MC and Mammon help them out by playing the pretend fighting couple. Mammon is strongly opposed to this idea, saying he doesn’t want to get into a fight with MC even if it is just pretend. 🥺 After some back and forth with MC, and a bit of jealousy about the idea of MC doing it with anyone else, Mammon finally agrees that he’d rather just do it himself.

Simeon then explains that it would be best if they did a practice run first, just to get a feel for things since they don’t want it to be too scripted and rehearsed. MC starts off the pretend fight with Mammon, who is initially a bit uncomfortable and uncertain if MC is actually acting. He then gets into it, and starts listing off his complaints about MC - basically all revolving around how MC spends time with, and is affectionate to, his brothers.

Watching from the sidelines, Simeon finds it very entertaining, but Luke is starting to grow concerned that Mammon might not actually be acting.

Mammon then finishes up by saying that he can’t take it anymore and wants to breakup. He struggles to maintain his composure and stay “in character”, and he finally breaks down and loudly declares his love for MC and reassures them that he didn’t mean it and would never want to break up with them. 🥺🥺🥺

Simeon of course is not impressed with Mammon’s inability to fake a breakup and calls him useless. 😠

Meanwhile, back at the house (I totally forgot the name, whoops), Lucifer is seen in the kitchen where he encounters Beel. Beel is feeling a bit better after having eaten again, but Lucifer and Asmo are still unwell and Levi is still not answering his door.

Beel mentions that Satan is actually in the library. Beel explains that it looked like he was searching desperately for a book, which Lucifer thinks is very odd considering how they are all feeling. He decides to head over there to check on Satan, suspicious of what he could be up to.

In the library, Satan is trying to find a spell book that contains a curse for transferring one’s physical pain to someone they hate. Lucifer overhears his plans, and threatens Satan with consequences. And Satan counters that since he’s a demon he now has to do it, simply because Lucifer told him not to.

Later, Satan joins Beel in the living room and he’s feeling much better. Satan suggests that they both head to the cafe together. Beel agrees, and then tells Satan not to pick on Lucifer so much. Satan points out that despite being a demon Beel still cares a great deal about his family, and Beel counters that Satan is the same way even if he won’t admit to it.

Back at the cafe, Mammon and MC are now helping Simeon and Luke out. The grand opening has them extremely busy, and since they weren’t able to stage the fake breakup, they are being put to work waiting tables and manning the register.

Satan and Beel then enter the cafe, and are surprised to find Luke and Simeon there (as well as MC and Mammon). They explain that they are both feeling better, and Simeon informs them that now that they are, he’s not going to let them get away and insists they help out too.

Beel is put on dishwashing duty, and is crying about how hungry he is. Mammon is mildly annoyed at how well Satan is blending in, and then turns to MC and asks if they want to sneak away since Satan and Beel are helping and things have slowed down a bit. MC forces him to stay though (which is totally lame, I wanted to sneak away with him. 🤷🏻‍♀️).

That evening, everyone has returned home and they are all exhausted. Beel is all smiles now because he enjoyed the sandwiches that Simeon had given them as thanks.

Satan remarks that he was surprised to find Simeon and Luke in the human realm. Mammon explains how they mentioned that Michael had ordered them here, which Satan thinks is really strange. He states that that’s the sort of job for “dominions” - not angels like Luke and Simeon. He theorizes that Michael might actually have something else planned.

MC then asks about Michael. Mammon says he thinks he’s like a demon masquerading as an angel, and that when they were still angels, he often cruelly punished Mammon. He also goes on to say that Michael is a lot like Lucifer. Satan says that while the two didn’t look similar - describing them as polar opposites - they actually behaved a lot like twins. Mammon also explains that he was obsessed with Lucifer, and Satan shares that he thinks it's because Lucifer was someone who Michael idolized and wished he could be more like.

Then, Beel comments that he feels rain, but they are all inside. When they look up, they realize that it’s not rain they are feeling, but a water leak in the ceiling - coming from Asmo’s bathroom.

Favorite Scenes -

A date with Mammon

Newlyweds

Mammon and the butcher

Mammon’s domestic dream

Where Mammon wants to stay

The coffee rumor

Falling madly in love

Simeon’s cafe

Angels and their powers

Asking Mammon for help

Fake breakup scene 1

Fake breakup scene 2

Fake breakup scene 3 (aka Mammon’s true feelings)

Simeon’s smile

Satan’s suspicions

About Michael

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me spoilers #obey me lesson 43 spoilers #obey me lesson 43 #obey me lesson 43 summary #obey me lesson summary

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monst · 5 years

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Worship

All characters 18+

Yandere! Izuku Midoriya x reader

Warnings: Nsfw, obsession, sexy times/creepy times.

Oml I got carried away. In my defense I love writing yandere my quotev is strictly o.g yandere x reader but, I’ve never done a soft yandere so this was pretty fun. Based on this post by: @lord-explosion-baku

You bit your lip as you looked at your front door. Letting out a sigh you walked to the door stomach churning. You knew he was there. He always was. He was also the reason why you haven’t been able to get laid. You didn’t know how he managed to run off your dates but, every time you confronted him he’d always smile and say they weren’t right for you. You conceded as you had come to terms that if there was anyone in the world who knew you better than yourself it was Izuku Midoriya. And, if he said they were no good then it was true. Because Izuku knew everything not only about you, but those who you hung out with. It was creepy and You found yourself wishing that you could hate the green haired man but he was adorable.

When you were in a shitty mood after coming home from work you’d find cute encouraging sticky notes on your door ranging from how amazing you were to how much your beauty rivaled that of Venus. Other times you’d find things a bit more queer……….you really weren’t expecting that All Might thong for your birthday. Honestly, you would have given him the time of day had he not revered you as if you were some deity. The freckled man practically kissed the ground you walked on. And, you were sure he had a shrine in your honor.

Oh lord the ‘candid’ pictures, you really found that annoying. The clicks and, flash made you grit your teeth. You honestly didn’t know why you were considering this again. Yes you let the number one hero in your home before but, you were drunk well the first time…… Well shoot it wasn’t your fault that you loved how he felt inside of you, he just knew you too well and, maybe you liked not having to tell someone what you want. Speaking of want, that was exactly what had your hand hovering over the door handle. And here you thought women couldn’t get blue balls.

“I hope I don’t regret this.” You groaned clenching your thighs together. You were hot and, he was there. That’s what you told yourself as you opened the door to look for the fit man. You narrowed your eyes as you noticed the red sneakers just around the corner.

“Midoriya.” You gulped and averted your eyes a furious blush on your face. “Hurry the hell up you creep.”

His large doe eyes shimmered and a large smile stretched his face as he quickly walked to your door. Your heart almost skipped a beat at the expression but, you rolled your eyes at the sight of his camera and notebook. “(Name)!” He cheered when he was finally in front of you. His emerald hues observed your form a soft pink glowing on his cheeks. You were in your panties and a tank top. Midoriya bit the inside of his cheek when he noticed your lack of bra.

“You look amazing today as usual.” He beamed. “I was wondering when you’d finally let me in again, it’s been three weeks, two days, and seven hours.”

“R-right.” The thought of closing the door briefly crossed your mind.

“Did your breast get bigger? I could have sworn the last measurement was (size) or could it be that your aroused? You know according to research a woman’s breasts swell when-

“Good-bye Midoriya.” You said about to close the door and, deal with it yourself. Maybe you could use that one vibrator.

“A-ah wait!.” He cried “S-sorry it’s just that you barely talk to me and, I get so carried away. Your just so amazing and-” His half-lidded eyes looked downwards “You know I can see how hard your nipples are right? And, you didn’t just pee on yourself.” He bit his lip looking at the wet spot of your arousal.

Although his wording was awkward and, not in the least smooth you felt your core pulse at the look he was giving you. “Shut up and come inside.” You grumbled.

“Gladly.” He grinned at his lewd joke as he walked in waiting for you to close the door.

Ignoring his quip you locked the door and headed towards your bedroom. Midoriya’s eyes locked onto the curve of your ass as you walked in front of him. ‘Soon I won’t be some booty call.’ the green haired male thought. This was the umpteenth time he’s been here and, with every union he couldn’t help but think that you two were slowly becoming more. His love sick smile grew in size as he noticed a particular item on your wall.

“You kept it!? I’m so glad!!!” Midoriya’s eyes curved in a joyful smile as you turned to look at what he spoke of.

“Oh the picture? Yeah.” You said nonchalant. You obviously thought it was no biggie that you’d kept one various gifts. This one just so happened to be a portrait of yourself.

“Wait why is the heart I drew covered?” He pouted.

“Because I didn’t enjoy the hidden gift.” You said tugging on his wrist.

“Well that makes sense, I thought you tossed it ‘cause the feed for the cam was black.” You didn’t respond. Was it bad that you were used to this? Your eyes caught the green of his irises as you opened the door of your bedroom.

“Look I don’t want you to read into this anymore than you have been okay?” You tried to clarify.

“Noted.” He licked his lips. “So can we start?”

Midoriya prided himself in knowing your body. He knew what to do to make you shiver and, where to touch to make you moan. Your body was his, he’s claimed it more times than he could count. You were his, you were just a bit too stubborn to admit it, but that was okay he was patient. You not so much.

Your hands quickly went to remove the buttons from his shirt. Once the shirt became irrelevant your hand roamed across the expanse of his chest. ‘For having such a baby face his body is so sexy.’ you thought nails scratching at the muscles on his stomach. Your hands reached his waistband and, before you could unbuckle his belt he grasped both your wrists.

“I’m not looking for a quickie babe.” He said lifting your hand to his mouth to kiss the tips of your fingers. “I want to take my time with you.”

His lips left soft sensual kisses up your arm. “Who knows when i’d be allowed to gaze upon such a masterpiece.” He smiled into your skin. He spun you around so that your back pressed up against his chest an arm around your waist while the other twirled a lock of your hair. “When you have a meal this good you don’t rush through it hm? I intend to devour and savor every last bit of you.” He purred in your ear. You couldn’t help the shiver that it sent through your body nor the growing need for him to touch you.

Midoriya made quick work of your tank top placing it down delicately on your desk. It was yours after all and anything of your was precious. His eyes took in your almost nude form. “Lay down sweetheart~ Let me take care of you.”

You did just that. Your heart pounded in excitement when you noticed the large ten in his pants. He slowly climbed on top of you legs on either side of your waist. “Turn around.” He murmured. You turned. His hand slowly glided down your back in soft strokes.

“Mm” You couldn’t help let out soft sighs and moans as he kneaded and pulled. He massaged the tension from your muscles. You felt him trail down kisses along your spine with each kiss he’d praise you.

“Wonderful, Talented, beautiful, adorable, perfect.” His heavenly hands moved towards your thighs and, then your legs. You were on cloud nine a blissful expression on your face when he turned you around. His soft lips met your forehead. And, you ignored the soft “mine” that slipped past his lips. Those sinful lips didn’t touch your lips but, feathered around your face as his hands squeezed up your waist and cupped your breasts. Rolling your hardened bud on occasion. One hand let go of the soft mound to dance across your skin southward.

“Ah~ M-Midoriya.” You gasped as his fingers worked circles around your swollen clit. A smirk rose on his lips at the sound of your soft sighs and quickening breaths. His face was above yours watching your every expression wanting to preserve the memory of your pleasured face.

Your eyes widened and, you quickly put your hand to your mouth making the man pout. “Y-you know the rules no-ah! Kissing or-”

“Marking.” He finished with a roll of his eyes. You had mentioned that since you guys weren’t a thing he had no right to kiss you on your lips or leave hickies.

That being said Midoriya continued his ministrations on your sensitive nub and pressed a kiss to your cheek. His lips traveled down onto your neck where he licked and sucked on some of the most sensitive areas softly so as to leave no marks. When satisfied he kissed your chin and moved his fingers down to your slit. You were dripping. He pushed in two fingers groaning at how your tight walls clenched them.

“Your so amazing.” He mumbled into the valley between your breasts. His tongue slid further down your soft skin leaving a glistening trail as he thrust his fingers in and out of you slowly. Midoriya’s tongue dipped into your belly button before it finally reached your exposed cunt. Like the tease he was he kissed your inner thigh and pulled his head back to watch as his fingers curled to stroke your g-spot. Your back arched as you mewled.

“Mmmm I-Izuku!” He loved when you said his name. Much to your annoyance he pulled his fingers out.

“What a-are-” Your word caught in your throat as he put his drenched fingers into his mouth to lap up all your essence from his fingers. Your pussy throbbed with need, he looked so erotic.

“Mmm you taste so good honey~” He moaned. You could only watch with bated breath as he pulled your legs over his lean shoulders. His face so very close to your pulsing heat. He chuckled as your hips bucked up towards his face.

“S-stop teasing Izuku.” You moaned.

“Your so needy it’s cute.”

Once more his tongue licked at your inner thigh and, he slowly made it to your folds slick with your essence. “Your so wet and, for me no less.” He pressed a kiss to your clit before running his tongue over the area. You were already very sensitive from his soft attenions that when his tongue slipped into your hole you-

“Fuck!” You yelped thrusting your hips up to him while grabbing onto the sheets. “Oh my gosh Izu.” You said breathlessly. His response was to remove his tongue from your dripping core to tease your clit his fingers teasing your opening.

“Please~” You begged shamelessly.

“As you wish.” He mumbled from his spot between your legs. He easily slipped three fingers inside and went directly for your g-spot making you cry out and grind your pussy to his face. You were getting close the coil building up in your abdomen. Midoriya smirked as you called out his name and profanity. You almost lost it when he started sucking on your clit.

“Oh Izuku! Ah yes! Oh my gosh right there~” You moaned withering underneath him. While you were coming undone his other hands made quick work of his belt and, he easily slipped down his trousers and briefs. His large cock dripping with pre-cum. He used his unoccupied hand to pump his length running his thumb over his tip to lubricate himself. He grinned you were going to love this …And him.

“I’m so close!” You moaned and, what you felt building up receded as Midoriya removed his fingers from your heat. Before you could say a word he thrust forward into you balls deep.

“Izuku!” You came hard around his cock due to the suddenness. Your walls clamped down around his shaft and he groaned.

“You feel so fucking hot.” He cussed. Beginning to trust into you at a steady pace. You were still rippling from your first orgasm and it felt so incredibly good for Izuku. Izuku fit perfectly inside you, filling you up just right. “Ngh I don’t want to leave this~”

“Ah~ Izuku it feels so good~ Please give me more! Ah~” Your overstimulated body shook with jolts of pleasure every time he’d slam back into you.

“Yes, just for me~ Cry out just for me baby~” He grunted as he rutted into your slick cunt. “It’s mine right? This tight pussy?” He asked sweetly.

“Oh yes! Yes it’s your all yours!” You cried lost in ecstasy. His pace turned brutal at the declaration and, he leaned forwards your legs almost by your head. You yelped at the new angle.

“Izu! Your so fucking good~ Please don’t stop!” You yelped.

“Your fucking mine pet. Mine.” He grunted his hot cock hitting your cervix with every thrust. Your hands let go of the sheets and gripped his lush green locks. With disregard for your own rules your lips smashed against his desperately. His eyes widened and he kissed back with equal fervor. Your tongues danced around in a messy tango as you both were nearing your peaks.

His hooded eyes looked at you. Tears at the corners of your eyes, face flush crying out his name. “Fuck your absolutely glorious.” He moaned. “Cum for me baby~ Cum all over my cock.” He urged.

With a screech of his name you came again your walls squeezing him trying to milk him out. Your head spun but, Izuku wasn’t done yet. Your thighs quivered at the stimulation. And, before you could beg him to stop he looked at you.

“Mmm Beg for me to cum inside you. To claim you.” Your voice failing you, you could only gasp and nod your head your body too tired and sore for arguments. With a few more thrusts he shot his hot seed deep within you making you moan at the feeling of being full. You both slumped onto the mattress when he pulled out to catch your breath. Midoriya’s stood to grab a towel and his gaze shifted to look at you. Flush and, filled with his cum that was trickling down your thigh. No one could make you like this. He wouldn’t allow it. No one was worthy of it and, he’d make sure no one ever thought they could be worthy.

“Izuku. No Midoriya.” You mumbled drowsily. “You know the-”

“Shhhhhh.” He said wiping you clean with a rag. “Just for tonight let me stay here.” he said wrapping his arms around you delicately. Instinctively you curled towards him and, hummed.

“Just for tonight.” You said sleepily “I want you gone before I wake up.”

“Sure sweetheart anything for you. I do love you after all.” he smiled snuggling you to his chest.

“I know.” You sighed as you drifted off.

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The hero known as Deku was already dressed and ready to head out as per your instructions. Before he left he opened his notebook and taped down a picture of you sleeping in his arms. He clicked his pen and wrote;

Entry #783

Today we joined together again. And, we really made progress. Where on a new level in our relationship because I still can’t believe it she kissed me!!!

I know that soon enough she’ll give me a copy of her keys. Not that I don’t have one already lol but, Omhfdbvj I’m so excited. She even said she was mine. She’s a little stubborn but, soon enough she will be completely entirely mine to love to hold and cherish. It was a close call when she almost slipped through my fingers. I’m so glad I got rid of Carter last week. ^^

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jungkookiebus · 4 years

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The Gourmet | kth

Genre: Tokyo Ghoul!au x angst x smut Pairing: Gourmet!Taehyung x reader Word Count: 3k Rating: 18+ Warnings: VIOLENCE, if you know anything about Tokyo Ghoul it is dark as HECK, major character death, mentions of drugs and alcohol, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, like I said MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, a ghoul’s gotta eat Author’s Note: I know the Gourmet is a character, but I’m using it as a group of ghouls because Tae is a classy fellow who is picky about what he eats. Also, the story starts from the reader’s POV, but quickly changes to Tae’s.

Losing your life was not how you expected your night to end. Yet, here you were, amidst the satin sheets, blood seeping into the fabric as your body grew weaker. He hovered over you, scleras solid black, and his pupils blood red. His smile was menacing, so different from how the night started. But that was neither here nor there now; your life was over as it was.

“There’s a Gourmet in the 20th ward.”

The investigator was looking over his research as he informed his partner who stood at his side, watching him sift through his papers.

“How do you know?”

“Unlike a Binge Eater, Gourmets tend to be more…selective. Sometimes, their prey has something in common, sometimes it’s a little harder to tell.”

“So, what does this one like?”

“We haven’t figured that part out yet. None of the victims have anything in common. None were abducted from the same place. Looks, blood type, nothing was the same.”

“Then how do we know it’s a Gourmet?”

“Because we’ve tried to set up bait at the various locations the victims went missing from, assuming they go to the same places twice.”

“So…how do we catch them?”

The investigator’s lips pursed together as he laid his palms on the table, eyes moving quickly over his notes and maps. “That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”

The bass of the music pumped through the club, vibrating up through your feet and making your chest feel tight as you stood too close to the speakers. You moved closer towards the middle of the dance floor as you downed your drink. Sweaty bodies moved against you, but it didn’t matter because you mixed drugs and alcohol tonight. The ecstasy you took earlier was kicking in and you were feeling a rush of euphoria as the music moved through you. Much like you, everyone around you was drunk, high, or both.

The 20th ward was known for being “docile” so when you went out, you didn’t feel the need to worry. An investigator hadn’t been killed in the ward for ten years. Tonight would be no different from all the others, but little did you know, a certain ghoul had his eye on you.

He stood across the room, leaned against the bar with an undrunk drink in his hand. His dark hair fell over his eyes, curtaining them as he watched you dance. You moved so lithely amongst the crowd, all alone, and totally in your element.

He could smell you from here. Sweet yet savory, your blood called to him despite the drugs and alcohol running through your veins. You glowed, highlighted amongst the other bodies and his eyes followed you deftly as you moved. You stumbled slightly, catching yourself on the back of someone else before righting yourself and dancing some more. He sat the glass down on the bar, not a drop missing, and moved through the throng. The crowd parted for him subconsciously, his mere presence seemed to move them to the side. He was a good head taller than everyone else, but you didn’t see him as he approached. Your scent became stronger in his nose the closer he got, and he inhaled deeply as he reached you.

Strawberries and cream, if he liked those kind of things, freshly sown soil, and the heat of a summer day is the scent that had assaulted his senses for weeks. He had watched you, walking to and from work, to school, and this club. Silly girl had a routine, not that he couldn’t find you by smell alone. His skin tingled, he was on edge, and turned on; turned on by your smell as his mouth salivated. He had starved himself for you and he wasn’t going to let any of it go to waste.

You moved like you were in water, the drugs kicking in, and you seemed to be on a positive high. A smile graced your lips and your eyes remained closed as he reached out and plucked the cup from your hand. Your dopey smile grew a little wider as you looked at him. Perfect. He had you right where he wanted you. Casually, he dropped the plastic cup to the floor to fall amongst the other litter as he wrapped an arm around your waist, drawing you in closer. Your scent was so strong in his nose now that he had to close his eyes. He breathed deeply through his nose, trying to settle the vibration running through him, willing them not to change color. He was so hungry, but he wanted to bide his time, play with his food if you will.

“I’ve been watching you.” He tried to keep his voice as low as possible, but loud enough to hear over the music as he brought his lips to your ear.

You giggled. How cute.

“Is that so?” You lazily brought your arms up to drape them around his neck and he pulled you in even closer, almost chest to chest.

He began to move with you, swaying to the rhythm since you didn’t dance with much direction anyway. He was watching your face intently now, watching the way the flashing lights highlighted your cheekbones, and the way your hooded eyes inspected him with little to no fear. Your confidence would be your undoing. You were beautiful, but beauty wouldn’t save you. He was here for something else and he was set on getting it. He had waited for long enough.

��What’s your name?” you slurred. You linked your hands behind his neck, and he felt the warmth of your skin at his nape and goosebumps rose up his arms.

He smiled with no teeth. He was the master of charm and he intended to use it for all it was worth.

“Taehyung,” he said smoothly.

You repeated his name slowly, letting it roll around in your mouth. The way you said it sounded sweeter than he expected, and it lit a fire within him. He pulled you even closer and your eyes grew wide in surprise at the unspoken understanding. Your lips formed an O as you stared directly into his eyes, knowing what he wanted. He moved his hands to your lower back, feeling the dampness of your shirt as sweat rolled down your back. Oh, how he was going to love tearing you apart, in more ways than one.

“Would you like to come back to my place?” It was a question, but it was laced with a tone that said he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He never had to ask twice.

You seemed to ponder the question as your eyes fluttered upwards towards the ceiling, making him wait for a few seconds before answering.

“What’s in it for me?”

“My company.”

It didn’t take much to convince you to leave with him. Humans were always so gullible, and his allure drew them in, ensnared them, and he let it drip like honey to keep them there. You moved along the city streets beside him, moving in tandem despite your clear intoxication. The shit humans poured into their bodies didn’t mar the taste as much as one would think. What was at the core of a human was what he was after, the life inside of them, and the way he could easily snuff it out. He always took them home. It wasn’t like they would live to tell anyone where he lived.

His lodgings were lavish, a way to get them to trust him. How could a well dressed man in the 20th ward ever be dangerous? Little did they know, his home was but an illusion of safety. He smiled at you sweetly as he led you by the hand down his shiny white hallway. Clean, his home was always so clean and stark white. If he were threatening there would be signs right? Of course, but none that you would see until it was too late.

“Come on, baby, don’t dawdle. I want to taste you.” They never needed to know the truth behind his words. He could say whatever he wanted, and they would be putty in his hands.

You giggled as you staggered behind him, clutching to his hand like a lifeline. He led you into his room, it was just as white as the rest of his house. He prided himself on how well he cleaned up. He spun around, cupping your jaw, and immediately kissed you. You sighed and moaned as your lips parted, allowing his tongue past your lips. His head swam with the taste. His eyes rolled back as the strong liquor danced on his taste buds and your unique taste mixed with his. He was in for a treat tonight. You let him under the hem of your shirt easily as he dropped his hands to your waist, lips never leaving yours. His fingers skated your warm skin and he felt you tense with excitement under his touch.

“Please,” you whispered against his lips.

He smiled. He always loved when his meal begged.

“Please what?” he whispered back. His fingers barely touched you as he moved upwards, his fingertips now at the skin under your bra.

“Touch me more.”

“As you wish.”

He moved away, pulled his hands back out of your shirt to grab the bottom and pulled it upwards. You complied easily, letting him unclothe you fully. You were his and his alone for tonight and for the rest of his life. Each time he ate, he kept a little piece of them in his heart. He only had feelings for those he wanted to devour, remembering his victims, their taste, their touch, their screams…But for now, he wanted to have his way with you before doing what he brought you here for. He moved you to the bed, letting you fall on your back, supple skin framed by the white fabric. You were on display for him and he was going to enjoy every minute of it. He grabbed your waist and pushed you further upwards until your whole body was on the bed. You giggled sweetly as his fingers skated up your calves, over the tops of your supple thighs before grasping the soft flesh of the insides in his hands. He drew his lip between his teeth, biting down to stop himself from taking a bite right now. He wasn’t ready yet. There were other things he needed to taste before he got what he wanted. He pushed your thighs apart. You were already wet for him, laid out like a feast. You moaned and his eyes flitted to your face. Yours were closed as you pushed your head back into the mattress, hands moving along your own skin until they found your breasts, squeezing tightly as he situated himself between your legs on his stomach. He spread you with his hands, watched the way you dripped so delectably for him. This was always an appetizer of sorts before getting to his main meal. Man or woman, it didn’t matter; if the smell or taste drew him in, his body was theirs for the taking moments before their lives ended. He boldly licked up your center and the taste were just as good, just as delicate as he imagined. This was the closest he got to real food, tasting the skin and essence of another. You were sweet on his tongue, gushing lightly as he dipped it inside. You moaned again, hips shifting slightly on the bed as he delved a little deeper. He kept his hands firm on your thighs, feeling you tense and move beneath him. He got harder the more you moaned, the more he tasted you, and the more he thought of what was to come. He rutted into the sheets, wanting to feel the littlest bit of friction against his cock. He twisted his tongue inside of you, eliciting a longer moan this time and he felt your touch in his hair. Moaning, he flicked his tongue upwards through your folds until he was sloppily moving it over your clit. Your fingers dug a little deeper into his hair and he relished the slight burn at his scalp. Breaking you apart was going to be enjoyable. He pushed his hands under your thighs, wrapped his arms around them so he could bury his face even deeper in your cunt. You cried out as he fully focused on your clit now. He wanted to feel you cum around his tongue before he moved any further. His cock was so hard it hurt, but the friction of his pants was giving him some relief. With his fingernails digging harshly into your thighs, he ate you out with fervor as he grew more impatient. His hunger rose inside of him the more he tasted you and he was eager for more. You came hard on his tongue, back arched off the bed. He moaned loudly as the taste of you flooded him. This was the closest to being high he would ever be able to get, and he lived for these moments, sometimes going weeks to months between feedings so the taste and feeling would be intensified. You sobbed out his name as your thighs clenched hard around his head, but he was too busy tasting as much of you as he could to notice. Sloppily, he pulled away, letting your juices coat his lips and chin as he dragged his bottom lip against your full pubic hair, now coated with your cum. He loosened his grip as he sat up, kissing your stomach slowly. He spread the cum on his face across your skin as his heated lips moved upwards. His cock strained hard against his pants as he tried to remain focused on his task at hand. He wanted to be buried so deep inside of you that he forgot his own name, and soon, he was going to be so high from the hunt that that would likely happen. He bit the underside of your breast lightly, drawing just the smallest amount of blood, but enough to have him almost feral. You tasted better than he had ever imagined you to; the smell of you hadn’t prepared him for this. He momentarily thought of keeping you around as a pet but thought against it. They never worked out anyway. His bloodlust and hunger always won out in the end. You barely noticed as you were lost in your own pleasure as he licked the blood away from your skin. He wrapped his lips around your nipple, letting some of the blood coat it before licking it off like a child enjoying a popsicle on a summer day. This was a meal he wasn’t going to forget for a long time. He almost felt sad knowing what was going to happen; not for you of course, only for himself, always for himself. He was as selfish as they came. Gourmets only ever thought of themselves, the rush of finding something so precious, and the act of snuffing out a life. Humans hated and hunted ghouls anyway, so why should he spare them any sympathy?

Your eyes remained closed as the drugs and alcohol still ran through your system. He knew you were focused on the situation, not him. That was all fine and good because as he felt the hunger rise, his outward appearance changed. The chocolate brown of his irises was now red, he saw that much in the mirror behind his bed. He felt a sadistic rush watching himself change as he fucked one of his victims.

He sat up, kneeling between your legs as he undid the button and zipper of his pants. You were still too lost post orgasm to focus on him at all as he removed his clothing. Crawling back over you, he hovered just above you, looking at your unmarred skin, just waiting for him to sink his teeth into it. He dipped down, kissing your neck hotly, hand at your throat while the other gripped the base of his cock. He moved his hand a little, pumping himself as his lips found yours again. He kissed you deeply as he pleasured himself. Precum leaked from the tip and he gathered what he could and spread it on himself. The combined taste of your cum and blood had his head swimming. He moved to bury his face into your neck, inhaling deeply as he buried his cock inside of you. You cried out, hands scaling his back, fingernails digging deliciously into his skin. He always liked a little pain with his pleasure when he fed. Your cunt swallowed him perfectly as you took him balls deep. Your legs were around his waist as he began to move. The wetness of you seeped around him as he thrust, and the sound was lewd; he was concupiscent. He almost couldn’t stand it as your silky warmth brought him closer and closer to the edge.

The closer he got, the more he was giving in to his desires. His grip on your throat tightened as his kagune burst forth from his shoulder blade, twirling around his arm. Before the red, hard biological weapon’s tip could reach you, he released his grip on your throat and raised his arm as the kagune sharpened to a point. He looked up and into the mirror, hips never stilling, and he watched himself for a second, red eyes staring back at him. His kagune was heavy and menacing but you had yet to open your eyes, so for a moment, he had all of this to himself. He closed his eyes, head falling back as he came dangerously close to coming. Your moans grew in volume as his cock drove into you, but your pleasure was far from his mind now; a different end was coming for you. His balls tightened as he became sloppy, focusing now on what he was about to do. This is what he had waited for, for weeks, this moment, and soon he was going to have his fill in more ways than one. He opened his eyes as he came, cum spilling inside of you and for a brief second, he looked at himself before plunging the point of the kagune into your chest.

Your eyes flew open in shock, not quite registering what had happened yet. He looked down to see pain and confusion written across your features. The release of death would come for you soon, but for now he would relish this moment. He leaned down closer, breathing in the scent of your blood as it seeped across your chest and onto his white sheets. Running his tongue along your skin he moaned as he swallowed.

“You taste just as sweet as you smell.”

His eyes glowed in the darkness as your blood hit his system. He knew you were worth the wait. Leaning down again he bit into your shoulder, but you didn’t move. You were already gone, already his.

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Criminal In My Mind: Chapter 8

Warning: foul language

Pairings: Choi Minho x Reader; Kim Jonghyun x Kim Kibum (side) Word count: 1.7k

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction made for personal entertainment of readers. The writer does not ever intend to offend her readers nor does she aim to spread false information about anyone as to pay any disrespect to the real-life persons whom the characters are based on. She also does not claim ownership to any of the images that are being used.

masterlist Chapter 7

MINHO

I can’t believe he’s still alive. I thought I saw him die. I was there when the building collapsed.

It was Min Hyunjae. It had to be him. I wasn’t mistaken. I’m not crazy. It was him who I saw on campus wearing a hood over his head. And now he’s here? What is he planning to do?

I was fine telling anyone about my childhood. However, what happened between age fifteen and seventeen is a mystery that everyone who knows me never knew came about.

It was the night of my fifteenth birthday at the orphanage and I had just blown out my candle. Bedtime arrived but I was still hoping for my wish to come true. Before I knew it, there was a knock on the window of my bedroom. Turns out it was my big brother, fulfilling his promise that he’d get me out of there. As history confirms, he was successful in doing so, and my wish came true.

He was already part of the syndicate when he signed me in. I had no idea what it was for, but, at the time, I’d rather go anywhere but back to the orphanage.

A few months later, new kids are all gathered up in a room to be taught how exactly to do the job. We were also trained to fight. And there, I met Min Hyunjae.

Hyunjae was my only friend. We were inseparable. Both of us were forced to be there and lure girls our age into that dingy old warehouse, where they would be kept captive in barrels and only the universe knows what was next for them. Hyunjae and I stuck together in doing the job. We would go to high school events and club parties to meet with innocent high school girls. We would be punished together every time we failed.

I still remember the night when Hyung brought a specific girl to the building who was quite younger than the ones we usually take in. It didn’t even look like she was a teenager then. Days had gone by when he decided that he couldn’t take it anymore. He told me his plan to call the authorities and escape together with Hyunjae. I was sure it had something to do with the girl, but he never told me what would happen to her if we didn’t go through with the plan. We just knew it was time.

The night came when we finally put an end to everything. The building was surrounded by police cars. While Hyung was about to get Hyunjae and I was supposed to run to the exits, I decided on a different plan to save the girl. While I was running towards the exit gate with her hand in mine, I heard Hyunjae call out my name, weeping.

“Hyung is gone,” he cried. As it seemed, my brother was drilled to death for being caught that he was the one who called the cops. Before we even anticipated it, a man grabbed Hyunjae from behind and took him back inside the warehouse. I had no choice but to run before other guys came for me too, dragging the girl with me.

I successfully took her away from the building and made sure she got to the police’s hands safely. However, my job wasn’t done yet. When I was about to go back for Hyunjae, an explosion rang my ears deaf. Despite it, I still ran into the burning building. I tried to hold onto hope and look for him when a policeman grabbed me, got me under control, and took me into a police car. In that police car was her.

I still remember the last words I said to her. I looked into her teary eyes and said, “Be safe, okay?”

After a minute or two, I found an opportunity to run for it.

I ran all night. I didn’t stop. I didn’t know how long I was running and how far I had come. Eventually, my legs started to tremble and I began to feel light-headed. While I was already trudging, a car hit me from behind, causing my internal bleeding and first life gone. The lady who was driving is now my mother.

. . .

“Here we are.”

I shake myself calm and collected as Y/n rings the doorbell of her parents’ house. I can already hear people jabbering from inside.

A tiny woman with wrinkled but flawless skin answers the door. I now know where Y/n got her cute height. “Oh, darling, it’s so good to see you!” She reaches out her arms to Y/n and gives her a kiss on the cheek.”

“Happy birthday, Mother,” Y/n smiles widely. “Oh, this is Choi Minho. He kindly drove with me all the way here because I was carrying a bag full of old clothes and a box of your heavy vases,” she laughs sarcastically.

“Oh, right, the box,” I just remember. “I’ll be right-”

“No, no, no,” Y/n’s mom insists. “Come on in. We’ll get that box later. Let me take this.” She takes the cake from my hands. “It’s very nice to meet you, Minho,” she looks up to me and smiles.”

“Pleasure is mine,” I smile back at her.

We’re now walking into the house, making our way across the living room, and stepping out to the garden. I watch the place from side to side, full of decorations. Balloons, banners, and not to mention, flowers in strings hung all over the walls besides already having various kinds planted along the grass.

I’d say this is probably too much for a fifty-fifth birthday but it’s just light and elegant to look at.

“Wow, this party is no joke,” I say to Y/n in full amazement.

“Why, thank you for that wonderful compliment! I worked my ass off for this,” a light brown-haired man in a cerulean blue suit appears in front of us.

“Oppa!” Y/n calls out and throws the guy a huge hug.

‘Oppa’? Who the fuck is this guy? Why do her friends all have to be guys? And why do they have to be so good-looking? Hmm, well, at least I’m way taller than him.

“I’ll leave you kids alone,” Y/n’s mom turns away from us to entertain her other guests.

Wait. I remember him. He was with Y/n and Kibum at the café the morning after she got drunk. I almost didn’t recognize him up close. Back then he had hair that was black and longer.

“Oppa, this is Minho,” she introduces me after their exchange of sweet laughter. “Minho, this is Kim Jonghyun. He’s one of our best friends from college and now Kibum’s fiancé.”

Oh. I process that for a moment. “Oh, hi!” I now show a genuine smile. “Congratulations.”

“Thanks, man! Come with me, let’s get something to drink.”

I look to Y/n, asking with my eyes if it’s okay to leave her for a bit.

“Go ahead,” she mouths as Jonghyun is already pulling me with him towards the bar.

As we walk across the garden, here comes Kibum, whose hair is now darker and longer to the top of his ears.

“Look who’s here! If it isn’t Choi Minho,” he sounds like he had a lot to drink already. “Hey, babe,” he kisses Jonghyun on the lips, then turns to me.

“Hey, Kibum! Having fun, huh?”

“You bet. The drinks are amazing!” he shouts despite our close distance. “I’ll catch you guys later.” He waves flirtatiously at Jonghyun and makes his way to Y/n. Before I know it, they disappear into the crowd.

“Great party. It’s sweet of you to do this for Y/n’s mom,” I give Jonghyun my praise.

“Thanks. Professor by day, party planner by night.”

“Nice. What do you teach?”

“I teach Music and Song Writing at the state university,” he informs me. “I hear you’re an artist yourself. What do you study?”

“I major in Photography. I wouldn’t call myself an artist yet. I just started going to school a year ago.”

“That’s great. You should be proud,” he pats me on the shoulder.

I thought I was done being amazed by Y/n, but it’s no wonder why many people love her, who are just as warm as her.

Jonghyun and I continue to exchange topics about arts and music when a tall man, taller than me, with graying hair and a drink in his hand approaches us.

“I hope I’m not interrupting.”

“Hello,” Jonghyun bows to him, greeting him formally.

“Thanks for the party, Jonghyun. These cocktails are great!”

“Not at all, Dr. L/n,” Jonghyun says. “Let me introduce you to my and Y/n’s friend, Choi Minho.” He then looks at me, “Y/n’s father is a surgeon.”

“A pleasure to meet you, doctor,” I shake the man’s hand, trying to decide whether to be delighted or intimidated.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you, Minho. Y/n calls us almost everyday and you’re all she talks about.”

I can feel my face flush.

. . .

Time passes by slowly, only because I haven’t seen Y/n in a minute. I have to say, her parents are not as bad as she told me while we were in the car. Now that I’ve met them, I can’t imagine them as being strict and suffocating as she described.

Y/n’s father just told me a funny story of how, one night, she came home drunk during her college days, she burst everything out to them. About how unhappy she was that they wouldn’t accept her for who she is. To this day, she doesn’t remember it and they’re trying to keep it that way.

With a drink in my hand, I’m now just admiring her from afar talking to her parents and other guests. I really did make a good choice of helping her carry that big heavy box. Now, I just think, damn, she’s far more stunning than how I was imagining when I didn’t get to be with her in the last couple of weeks. I thought looking after her through her window is already enough, but now, I can’t help but want more of her. I’m more than happy and esteemed to enter her world and hopefully, eventually, I’ll be a part of it.

Chapter 9

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The Secret History: Abridged (part 2)

Fair use disclaimer: The following text is intended as a parody and literary commentary of the published book “The Secret History” by Donna Tartt. Some direct quotations from the book, constituting a very low percentage of the original, have been integrated in the parodic text where appropriate. The author of this text neither profits nor intends to profit from it.

Dramatis personae

The farmer, brutally murdered by four rich kids on a drug trip

Richard Papen, the narrator, a slightly less starry-eyed youth slowly growing addicted to drugs

Julian Morrow, a Greek professor who doesn’t actually care about his students

Bunny Corcoran, killed on Easter, lying at the bottom of a ravine covered by snow

The Toffs minus one:

Henry Winter, increasingly exasperated as the Greek class spirals into self-destruction

Francis Abernathy, gay, neurotic, and slowly descending into alcoholism

Charles Macaulay, a full-blown drunken abuser

Camilla Macaulay, the token girl

Judy Poovey, the only character in the book with both brains and heart

The Corcorans, Bunny’s large family, grieving and “grieving” the loss of their son

Georges “I told you so” Laforgue

Cloke Rayburn, the friendly neighborhood drug dealer

William Hundy, the friendly neighborhood bigot

the greek chorus (played by a person in a floral bedsheet toga with two sockpuppets)

The Fans, seated in the front row of the audience

Chapter 6, in which it snows on Easter

Richard: Just for the record, I don’t consider myself an evil person. What we did was terrible, but you know, none of us were exactly bad!

Richard: Anyway, that’s totally unfair. I thought murdering Bunny would be easy, but for some reason now I’m having nightmares and everybody is on edge and we’re scared the cops are onto us!

Judy: Want some Demerol?

Richard: Sure, nothing could go wrong with thaaa- oh wow I’m hiiigh.

Francis: ohgodI’m so damn nervous - oh, hi, Richard. Wanna f-

Charles: And I’m three sheets to the wind. Soused. Pished. Drunk.

Francis: Gimme some.

the greek chorus: and that’s gonna be a theme for the rest of the book

The Toffs (minus one): We need to act normal. How do we act like normal people. We could say we were watching some of that new-fangled cinematography whilst the murder, I mean the accident, happened. Do we call the cops? Wait, uh, not yet...

Julian: My student has been absent for more than three classes in a row, should I be concerned? Haha, just kidding.

Cloke: Man, I don’t like this. You know Bunny’s always broke, but he’s been flush with cash lately. And he’s always wanted in on my... pharmaceutical business. You think he ran afoul of some real bad guys and got himself killed?

Henry: Oh, he just might have.

Cloke: Damn. Let’s go search his room before calling the cops.

Charles: He had a cut-out of the newspaper with the farmer murder! Oh well, good thing I managed to swipe it.

The cops: He’s been missing for a week and nobody informed us? What’s wrong with you people?

Judy: Richard, have you heard about Bunny? I’m sure he’s alright, but... If you want to talk, or need anything, I’m here.

The search for Bunny: begins

The reporters: present

William Hundy: Daymn right I saw ‘im! He was in a back seat of a white car, with some arab type folks. Now I ain’t saying they was terrorists, but you know them daymn arabs-

Henry: Who’d have thought people are going to make things up? And who’d have thought giving him money would look suspicious?

Francis (drunk): I’ve had to spend time with the Corcorans. How utterly terrible. One of the damn children running around ruined my favorite scarf. And they didn’t even notice - what’s more important, their dead son or my scarf? By the way, Richard, I am definitely not attracted to you.

Julian: One of my own students - missing? I would be sorry for his parents if they weren’t so... low-brow. But he's such a sweet boy, so silly; I'm really very fond of him. If anything should have happened to him I don't know if I could bear it. Goodness me, this is altogether so very exciting, so dramatic!

Henry, stars in his eyes: There’s divinity in the midst of us.

The FBI agent: We found drug paraphernalia in Bunny’s room.

Mrs. Corcoran: How dare you!

Cloke: I want a lawyer.

Camilla: Did you know Henry had us kill a piglet after that accident with the farmer? Blood can only be washed off with blood, he said.

Richard: Haha, that’s so Henry.

the greek chorus: and then the body is finally found

Chapter 7, in which everyone takes drugs

Everyone in Hampden college: mourns in a sufficiently dramatic way

Julian, writing a letter: Dear Richard, this is all too hard for me. I fear I have a case of the vapours and thus, I shall not return to Hampden until after the funeral. Who cares about the classes you’re taking with me, amirite?

The Toffs: stay with the Corcorans in preparing for Bunny’s funeral

Mr. Corcoran: my son... oh god my son is dead ...you boys want a brewsky?

Mrs. Corcoran: And those flower arrangements we were sent are atrocious. Simply shameful.

Francis: What do you mean we have to sleep in the basement? That’s just wretched.

Richard: This funeral is so inconvenient. I don’t know how I’m gonna get through this. And the food they serve us is terrible.

Henry: And the garden is so ugly.

Camilla: I can’t take it. Let’s steal some drugs from the Corcorans.

Cloke: Lemme show you where the missus keeps the good stuff.

Francis and Henry (drunk): Gimme some.

Charles, Cloke et al: get stoned the morning of the burial

Richard: Bunny’s grave is just terrible to look at. Oh, I cannot even.

the greek chorus: farmer who?

Chapter 8, in which it all goes to hell

Julian: Henry is such a sensitive young man. I fear this is hard on him. And Edmund and him were so very close. But why did he have to read such a... modern poem at the wake? I would have suggested something from Phaedo.

Richard: Time for more drugs

Charles: Time for more whiskey

Francis: Time for a shopping trip!

Francis was always generous with his clothes. He gave Charles and me his old suits by the armload. I still wear a lot of those suits: Sulka, Aquascutum, Gieves & Hawkes.

the greek chorus: no comment

Henry: is gardening

Francis: gets diagnosed with an anxiety disorder

Charles: crashes his car driving drunk

Charles: makes out with Camilla in full view of Richard

Francis: Yep, they're doing it. Haven’t you noticed? Him and I slept together once or twice too, big deal. Hell, Richard, if you drank as much as he did, we would have screwed too.

Richard: ...Jesus. And I’m stuck with these people until I graduate.

Charles: falls asleep outside while drunk

Richard: Well, he has a fever of 103 Fahrenheit, which, going by my premed education means uh... Judy, what do we do?

Judy: Go to the hospital, of course! Wait, take my car. I’ll give you the keys.

Julian: So young Charles is in the hospital? Dearie me, you all must be grieving for Edmund. Though, is death really so terrible a thing? It seems terrible to you, because you are young, but who is to say he is not better off now than you are?

Francis: Oh, and I think Camilla and Henry have been sleeping together. And she moved out of Charles’ place. I think they had an argument.

Richard: Well, I’m not taking sides, but this is a really bad time. You should go see him.

Camilla: ...Charles was physically abusing me. I’m afraid of him. And I can’t stay at Francis’ place, because he’d fold like a wet tissue.

Richard: So is that it? You're protecting your own interests?

the greek chorus: DID YOU JUST-

Richard: What if Charles goes to the cops?

Camilla: He’d never do that. And Henry is looking out for him.

Richard: Sure, that’s why Henry’s been sending him whiskey.

Richard: Time for more drugs. I’m on soooo many drugs. Did... did Henry plan it all out? He... he totally planned it out.

Henry: is gardening

Henry: For my entire life, I’ve been dead inside... but everything changed the night I killed that man.

the greek chorus: finally someone remembers the farmer

Henry: You don’t care much about other people, do you, Richard?

Julian: A most terrible thing has happened. A letter, purportedly from the late Edmund, has been delivered to my office - filled with profanity and wild accusations and references to some... murder. A forgery, of course. It saddens me greatly that someone would do that. I wonder who...

The Toffs: oh no

Julian: Why, by Jove, this is the letterhead of the hotel where Edmund and Henry stayed on winter break!

Henry: ...I can explain. You see, during that bacchanal you sanctioned, we went a little wild and wound up recreating The Bacchae - it wouldn’t be authentic without a little killing, right? It was just an accident, we didn’t want to bother you. But then Edmund found out, and he, well... overreacted. He was having some personal problems, you know, family problems... Professor, you said it yourself - we must do what is necessary! Really, it was a mercy killing.

Julian:

Julian: ...why, that's terribly interesting. Anyway, I have just been urgently called away from the university. Istran royal family, you understand.

Henry: But-

Richard: But-

Julian: Gotta leave now, toodaloo!

Henry and Richard: ...son of a-

Richard: You know, in hindsight, Julian is kind of a huge prick. I even wrote down that his inability to see anything in true light was his most attractive quality. Turns out he used his students to boost his ego like some sorta cult leader.

Richard: And you know what’s messed up? I still admire him.

Dean of Studies: Cozy place Julian’s got here, doesn’t he? Well, now that he’s done a bunk - three weeks before final exams - I regret to inform you that you guys will have to switch your majors or something. I doubt the school will keep teaching Greek.

Dean of Studies: After all, there was so little interest in the subject that Julian only had six students, right?

The Toffs: ...SON OF A-

Francis: Charles has gone off the deep end. We’ve gotta take him out to the country, let him keep drinking there.

Charles: Henry’s trying to kill me.

Henry: Am not.

Charles: Are too!

Henry: We need to get him into rehab or something-

Charles: walks in with a gun

Henry: Never mind.

Charles starts shooting; Henry wrestles the gun from him.

Richard: Oh no. I’ve been shot.

Henry: I’m so done with y’all. Why do y’all have to be so incompetent? Can’t a man commit a murder in peace? And worse, Julian has up and fled! I loved him! I believed him! Duty, piety, loyalty, sacrifice my ass! I’m outta here.

Henry shoots himself.

the greek chorus: he lived like a Roman and died like a Roman - from lead poisoning.

Camilla, Charles, and Francis exit stage left

Richard: ...Uh, I’ve been shot? Hello? Anyone?

The Hippie enters stage right. Together with the greek chorus, they start carrying Richard off-stage.

The Hippie: It’s all a metaphor, man. Henry has a limp, from the car accident, right? Well, he’s Satan and he’s here to ruin lives. Julian gets off scot-free, but it doesn’t matter cause his soul is damned, man! That Donna chick is Catholic, right? That’s why Bunny was going on about sin and forgiveness - cause he knew what up and he has a chance in purgatory, man, but the others are Pagans so they don’t. Deep, man.

the greek chorus: man, you’re high like a kite.

The Epilogue, in which nobody is happy

Richard: Yeah, well... Everyone except me dropped out. Turns out that our group was only really held together by Julian’s cult-like teaching and Henry’s blind devotion. And that once we couldn’t pretend to be better than everybody else, we stopped wanting to see each other. Or it might have been the two murders, who knows.

Francis, in the hospital after a suicide attempt: So, my grandfather found me with Kim, a nice young lawyer, balls deep in me, and threatened to disinherit me-

Richard: That old homophobe!

Francis: Oh, no, that's cause Kim is Korean. Anyway uh this is my beard - my dear Pricsilla whom I'm gonna have to marry.

Richard: Or you could actually... work for a living.

Francis: That’s inconceivable. I mean, you work, but you are used to menial labor.

Richard: So... what does Charles do these days?

Camilla: He drinks.

Richard: Good old Charles. Anyway, Camilla, will you marry me?

Camilla: Not a chance.

Richard: Oh well. At least I got Henry’s brand new car out of this whole mess. That’s a net gain if you ask me.

the greek chorus, narrating: “As a writer I’m giving the reader signs to help create the story with me. The reader is bringing his or her own memories, intelligence, preconceptions, prejudices, likes, dislikes. So the characters in your copy of the book are going to look and sound different than in mine. I have my own ideas, but once the book is out there it’s not really mine anymore, and my own idea isn’t any more valid than yours.” Donna Tartt, 2019.

The Fans rush onstage.

Fan 1: Henry did nothing wrong!

Fan 2: Who wants to have a bacchanal?

Fan 3: omg look at my character moodboards

Fan 4: What if we kissed over a copy of the secret history

Fan 5: dark acadamia(sic!) aesthetic

Fan 6: Donna Tartt died for our sins

the greek chorus:

the greek chorus: FUUUUUUUUUUUU-

Curtains.

#the secret history #donna tartt #dark academia #henry winter #tsh

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lostinforeverness · 4 years

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Everything I meant

You’ll never ever ever see this; you won’t read it, you won’t think about it, you won’t care about it or mull it over or assault it. So I can say everything, all that I ever meant to.

The timeline is incoherent, ironically. My thoughts are a jumbled mess, I just have a load of junk and hearts.

1) You were hands down my favourite sexual partner ever, and I’m unlikely to ever find anyone as good. I’m coming to terms with that.

2) I used to tremble at night because I knew I couldn’t pleasure you, and threw up a few times at the thought of what that might make you do. I just wanted to be better, so I used to speak to you about it, like a grown up - you told me it didn’t matter, and I knew you were lying.

3) I believe that you truly loved me; I believe that you felt truly loved and adored BY me, but you had no idea what to do with all of those roses. You were neither prepared nor comfortable with it, right?

4) You were the only person I could reveal my tortured soul to.

5) You were the only person who could ever torture my soul by simply being absent.

6) Your family intimidated me, I’m not sure why - maybe because they seemed so stable and comfortable, which may have been their coping mechanism for dealing with past hardships. All I know is, it made me feel so unworthy for being so broken.

7) I knew you had cheated on me long before you told me. I could feel it, sense it, smell it. I used to cry rivers while I wondered how you’d tell me; how pathetic.

8) I hated it when he brought you gifts at work.

9) I hated it when he’d pick you up from work.

10) I hated it when you showed off your engagement ring at work.

11) I hated him, and he hadn’t even hurt me. I felt like a monster.

12) I cried out your name whilst screwing 3 different women, on separate occasions. I only got called out on it once, which I thought was kinda weird.

13) I hated that I was your emotional cushion, but you still preferred his cock. I felt like I had to escape from that, the image used to keep me awake at night.

14) I used to tell everyone that we loved each other, that you were having a rough patch, but it was only a matter of time. They told me to stop being stupid.

15) My friends wrote me genuine, hand-written apologies when you came back.

16) When you left again, they rolled their eyes and reverted to type.

17) I only went to see you at the restaurant, where you and big dick worked together, because I wanted you to remember that you loved me. I’m not sure if it ever worked.

18) I bought the ring because I wanted to propose to you; I’d never been so sure of anything in my life.

19) I still have the ring. It’s engraved, and so worthless

20) When I spent all my money on gambling, booze, and drugs, I contemplated selling the ring. I remembered it was worthless and opted not to.

21) I wanted to raise the coolest motherfucking kids on the planet, I wanted to do so with you by my side.

22) When you said you had been pregnant, and lost it, my heart was overwhelmed with both sadness and joy. You told me it was impossible, and I had resigned to it; suddenly there was such possibility, and yet such overbearing heartbreak.

23) When I wanted you to watch Love Actually, it was because I believe in true love, and I believed we truly loved each other - I actually thought having you watch a goofy film might have made you pick up on it too.

24) I never understood why you wouldn’t leave your fiancee for me.

25) I never had the courage to ask.

26) I left my first job because i couldn’t handle anymore the reality of loving you so much and you seeming not to care. I spoke to my doctor at the time about the stress this was causing.

27) Since you came back into my life, I have never once slept in the bed without you being present.

28) I’ve fucked people in the bed, but I’d sleep downstairs instead.

29) Being alone on a couch is easier than being alone on a bed.

30) I didn’t like that you’d put a bit of weight on, but you seemed intent on pizza and wine, so I thought it better not to say much about it.

31) It kind of turned me off, honestly. Until we actually got to it, then I remembered how great you were in bed, and I got over it. (cause it’s the type of thing that only matters ‘physically’)

32) One night, I climbed on that garage roof next to the White Lion. I stayed there for like 6 whole hours. I watched you from afar, there were lots of reasons why:

32A) I wanted to see if you looked like you missed me.

32B) I wanted to see if he would turn up.

32C) I wanted to see if you would leave for his house.

32D) I wanted to see if you were happy, so that I could hate you if you were, to give my brokenness some kind of legitimacy.

33) I felt terrible about it and like I’d done a really awful, creepy thing. I had.

34) I left you to have my house key because I thought you were coming back.

35) The night I came to collect it, I had been drinking heavily - I saw you and he were back together, and I cried all the way to your house.

36) When you didn’t answer my calls and texts that night, I thought you had some weird kind of vendetta against me, that it was your way of getting back at me.

37) My favourite holiday ever was the one we had together.

38) I hated the last part of that holiday, when it became clear you didn’t want sex with me and were desperate to fall out with me. I now know that’s because you’d already cheated and hate yourself, but I couldn’t understand at the time why it felt like you hated ME.

39) I love you.

40) I like you.

41) I love your company.

42) I love being serious with you.

43) I love being silly with you.

44) I miss you every day.

45) I love you.

46) I love your style, I love your attitude.

47) I love you.

48) I never felt worthy of you; you’re kickass, and you’re a straight up babe - I’m a loser with stained teeth, no future, and bad habits.

49) I begged every night that you’d forgive me for being shit in bed.

50) I wanted to spend time through the day with you more cause I felt like I sucked at being your nighttime companion.

51) I considered asking if you wanted me to watch other men fuck you because I couldn’t do it right. I decided against it.

52) I love the way you are with strangers.

53) I love the way you were with Lily.

54) I love the way you were with my mum.

55) You always seemed to know what to say.

56) I hated you being drunk when I wasn’t. Usually, the reason was that I was skint, but I didn’t want to tell you that; I already considered myself a bottom-dwelling male who didn’t deserve you, I didn’t need more of it to deal with in my head. So I just pretended i didn’t want a drink. I wanted to get pissed and have fun with you, just like we always had. But I’m always skint.

57) I wanted to see all the really cool places in the world with you, places nobody else would ever bother going to with me - Peru, India, New Zealand. I don’t know how I intended to pay for it.

58) I still love you.

59) I still miss you.

60) I used to dream about our little baby, and what might have been.

61) In the dreams, we were fucking great parents. You never listened to your parents, and I never listened to mine - instead, we raised them in our own way, and it was the most beautiful glorious thing ever.

62) The kid always loved you more than me. I don’t know if that means anything.

63) I forgave you for everything.

64) I didn’t know how to forgive you and also make you realise how hurt I HAD been.

65) I see now that your drinking and abuse was your guilt. At the time, I thought it was you pretending that nothing was wrong, and I felt violated.

66) I regret not sweeping you off your feet sooner.

67) I also felt incapable.

68) I just want to spend some time with you, watch a stupid movie, go for a stupid long walk, smoke some stupid cigarettes, have embarrassing stupid sex, and hear your stupid laugh.

69) I told all my family in Ireland about you, how much I loved you. They still ask me about you, which is why I haven’t spoken to them - I don’t know how to explain to them that such powerful amazing love could end in such failure.

70) I feel like a massive failure.

71) I don’t know what it is about me that could make you love me.

72) Yet I do believe you love me. It’s really weird.

73) I just wish we could go back in time, be simple again, and work our way up from there.

74) We’d have a house and a family by now, our own space, our own freedom, our own life.

75) I fucked up just as much as you did, and I never knew how to get that across.

I just want you back in my life again. I want to hold you, laugh with you, travel with you, feel you, fuck you.

I’m resigned to the fact that I can’t do any of that, or have any of that. And it will never feel okay, it will always feel like a huge, unnecessary, depressing failure.

I’m so sorry I couldn’t be the man you needed me to be. But hear me, honestly - I’m still fucking desperate to be him. But I can’t be, can I?

I’m just not good enough.

Not good enough.

Not enough.

Not.

#kellston #junkofhearts #regret #i miss it #i miss them #i miss you

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lightskinrry · 5 years

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I will forget you, somehow.

The one where Y/N sees Harry months later since their night together in the Hamptons and they reminisce a lot

Word Count: 3.7k

TW: angst! fluff!

A/N: Part Three of Still In Love!! I don’t know if there’s going to be more!!! All I have to say is prepare to die!!

Thank you again to my wonderful wife @belladonna-styles for reading it over!!

Read Part One here! Read Part Two here!

You were standing next to Jeff, a proud smile on his face and even a few tears in the corner of his eyes. You looked around and saw all of your friends with the same kind of look in their eyes; proud and happy. They were all dressed in their best attires; colorful suits and dresses. All of them grinning and cheering. You wondered why you couldn’t be as happy as them; after all it was a wedding.

Weddings are happy events but you just looked depressed, miserable and when you saw her walk down the aisle in her gorgeous white dress, a blissful expression on her face, the tears ran down your face; the bluest tears.

But the real moment you felt your heart break inside your chest was when he placed the ring on her finger. When he kissed her cheek and murmured in her ear. When he promised to love her forever in sickness and health, until death do them part. You thought about all the times he told you; you would be the one he’d give the ring to, the one he’d love forever.

You felt the heartache; the sadness and a surprising rage grow inside of your body. When the minister asked if anyone opposed this union, you felt a rush inside of you and your blood boiling. You stood up and walked toward them, and with pain in your voice, you said “I oppose.”

The only thing you could hear were the laughs of Harry and Rosie and everyone in the audience booing you until the minister asked you to go back to your seat.

You woke up in a cold sweat.

You’ve been dreaming about the same awful scene for days on end, since you received the call from Jeff. He told you Rosie was getting married (he didn’t mention to who… But you knew it was just courtesy not to tell you Harry was getting married.)

Apparently you were invited to the wedding. You mulled over the idea for weeks. You didn’t want to go but you couldn’t dismiss that no matter what happened between you and Harry, he still was one of your closest friends.

And perhaps, this whole wedding thing would make you forget what happened almost six months ago.

After you left the Hamptons, you could not get Harry out of your mind. All the feelings you had for him, everything; from the crave for his touch to the heartbreak of his departure, all those feelings came back. Strangely, despite being sure you moved on, it took him only one night to make you fall in love with him all over again. Maybe you weren’t in love; maybe you just needed closure. Something he never gave to you; he left early with Rosie on the fourth day without addressing a word to you.

You’ve been living your life as usual since then; going out with your friends, working and avoiding each other. Your life just went back to what it was before that night, except that you missed him so much you’d swoon every time a picture of him would randomly show up on your Instagram (not so randomly since you started following his update accounts again).

So basically the only changes you went through after your trip in the Hamptons was being in love with your ex, again; feeling heartbroken and loosing a good friend.

Indeed, you broke up with Danny. You told her about your night with Harry and how you had a hard time getting over him. She cried a lot when you told her. You apologized a thousand times and let her know that she deserved to be with someone who only thought about her, someone who loved her. And that wasn’t you, and maybe it was never you. Of course she dismissed you and asked you not to ever contact her again.

You didn’t, but oddly she did. She called you on a cold night to let you know that she forgave you and that she was glad you told her the truth. You two had a lovely chat over the phone, and your conscience was cleared.

You felt well because you never intended to hurt her and to know she forgave you made you feel good. You were happy that the two of you left on good terms.

The wedding was getting closer and you still hadn’t given an answer yet. What if you went and you messed it up like in your dreams? What if you started crying? What if everybody looked at you because you’re the ex?

After all, that meant you were going to see his family again, all of his friends, and him, in whatever amazing outfit he’d wear, you’d see him dancing tipsy on his wedding night with somebody else… It hurt just thinking about it.

But maybe that’s what you needed, maybe you needed the hurt of realizing he was over it. Maybe you needed that for you to move on.

You decided after much reflection that you’d go to the wedding reception only for the party. You wouldn’t go to the religious ceremony, just the celebration that started at 8PM. You planned on congratulating him, having a glass of champagne and leaving as soon as possible.

The wedding was in LA but you didn’t plan on staying. You tried thinking what outfit would be best for the occasion and your heart decided on a blue silk dress that was just the right amount of slutty and classy. Harry picked it and it was always one of his favorites but you convinced yourself that wasn’t the reason why you picked it.

You pondered over the idea of Harry getting married… Was that planned before the night in the Hamptons? Was that the result of the night in the Hamptons? Was he seeing Rosie back when you two were together?

That thought cut your breath off and made you nauseous. It couldn’t be.

You flew in the night of the wedding; you didn’t care about the jet lag, you knew you’d sleep on the flight back home.

When you arrived, late as usual, everybody was already dancing; probably because your flight was delayed and instead of making at 8, it was already past 11.

The room was huge; they picked a very fancy venue in Malibu, with a high ceiling and a lavish bar. You couldn’t recognize anybody in the lightning and the music. You were moving blindly, just searching for your friends.

You didn’t want to see Harry yet. And he was probably already tipsy and being all ‘lovey dovey’ with his new wife.

God, he had a wife, now. You felt a knot in your stomach and now you only wanted to go home. You turned around and walked to the door but you felt someone grabbing your arm.

“Y/N! I’m so glad you could make it!” Glenne offered you a warm smile and she pulled you in for a hug.

“I’m not staying long…”

“Ah Y/N! We haven’t seen you since that terrible restaurant in Manhattan! It feels like a decade!” Jeff laughed as he embraced you.

“That was last week, Jeff!” Glenne slightly slapped his arm and chuckled.

They were pretty drunk. And you had visual confirmation when you saw them kiss in the mouth. You laughed at them for a second and a waiter interrupted you by offering a glass of champagne; that you accepted straight away.

You took a sip while looking around you, searching for the newlyweds; you still wanted to congratulate them. “Damn, that’s some good champagne!” You told yourself as you made your way through the crowd. After a few glasses and talking with your friends that you found at the bar, of course, you still didn’t have a glance of the bride nor the groom. And none of your friends mentioned Harry while talking about the wedding. It all seemed so weird.

You went over to the bathroom and ran into Rosie. She was glowing; both metaphorically and literally. She was beautiful and covered in glitter; her dress was a sparkly white dress with a bustier covered in sequins and you didn’t know what to think, you just knew it wasn’t your taste but she looked wonderful.

“Congratulations! You look amazing!” You smiled at her and she grinned back.

“Thank you! I thought you wouldn’t come. After what happened I didn’t want you here, but then I thought it was impolite and I wanted to show off a little bit.”

She laughed at your face. You understood her reaction and you couldn’t help but wonder if inviting you was Harry’s idea. Where was he, by the way?

“Yeah, I understand. Sorry about that. Where is he?”

She looked confused. “Who?”

“Your husband?” You asked, letting a little nervous laugh escape from your lips.

“Oh!” She smiled widely. “He’s over there!” She pointed over the huge throne standing in the back of the room, that stayed empty for a while and where now, her husband, was sitting.

You couldn’t get yourself to look at him but your curiosity was stronger than you.

What the fuck was happening?

The man sitting in the throne was blonde, thin, in a plain black suit with a bow tie, and more importantly; he wasn’t Harry.

Your stunned expression made Rosie guffawed. “He’s beautiful, isn’t he?”

“Yeah…” You said absentmindedly. Your brain needed time to process.

“But… I thought you and Harry were…” You needed answers now.

“I broke up with him when he told me about you two and now I’m married! That’s growth, honey!”

You looked at her flabbergasted. So Harry never married her.

“If you’re looking for him. He’s probably drunk somewhere. He came to congratulate me and then he disappeared.” She looked behind her, and then grabbed her dress to lift it up. “Anyway, I have to go.” She pointed to the bathroom door and giggled.

It wasn’t Harry’s wedding. You felt relieved. But somehow, you were still hurt. They broke up after he told her about you but he didn’t reach out. Or did he? Did you just plainly miss his calls? Did he not have your new number? Did he ask your friends?

Every possible scenario played out in your head. You rested in a corner, a glass of wine in your hand. Your eyes rummaged in the room looking for him. The music was playing and when the song finished; you lifted your head on the spot when you heard the first notes of the next one.

The Pina Colada song. Your song. You looked at the stage where the band was playing. Your jaw dropped at the sight of the man behind the microphone.

I was tired of my lady.

His voice reached your ears but your brain couldn’t comprehend the situation.

We’ve been together too long.

The people around you were either talking about the performance that clearly wasn’t planned or just ignoring and dancing. You could not fathom that he was on stage, singing this song. And he looked as tipsy as the night you met him.

Like a worn-out recording of a favorite song.

He looked at you intensely. And you saw his eyes gleam. His lips were ajar but no sound was coming out of them. He was standing awkwardly in the middle of the stage not singing, blatantly staring at you. The bassist of the band made him a sign to sing again but he just got off the stage in a hurry.

Everybody seemed confused but then the band started playing again and the original lead singer carried on with the song and people kept going with their feast.

Harry walked slowly towards you and you felt as nervous as could be. You knew this man by heart, yet it still felt like it was the first time you met him. Maybe because of the song, of the circumstances or just the stark fact that he was wearing a white suit at his ex’s wedding? Bold move you thought to yourself.

“Hey.” He smiled shyly to you.

“Hey.” You sat down on the empty seat that was behind you.

“That was a lame performance, what did you think?” He asked you, a giggle leaving his lips as he sat in the spot next to you.

“That was pretty lame, yeah.” You laughed at him. After all, he left the stage before the chorus. You could hear the song play faintly in the background of your conversation.

“Do you remember when we first met?” He wasn’t looking at you anymore, his eyes just wandered randomly around the crowd.

“Yes. Kinda similar situation.” You looked at him for a second. “I thought you were getting married.”

He snickered at your comment. “You thought that?”

“Yes. Why did you think I came all the way to LA for?”

“I don’t know. You and Rosie could’ve been friends.” Both of you laughed at loud at his answer.

“Sure. She’s my best friend.” He gazed over at you. You thought about mentioning your night in the Hamptons, telling him the way you felt, asking why he didn’t reach out, how he broke up with Rosie, asking him about whatever happened in his life during the last six months? But you chose to not say a word before he did.

“Do you remember after we met at that wedding, the first thing we did together?” His eyes shifted away from you.

“Yes. We went to a Rolling Stones show and got fucking baked.”

You chortled at the memory. You always thought it was the best first date ever.

“It was fucking sick.” He smiled distantly; he looked like he was reminiscing too.

“The first time we moved in together, when you broke your leg in the stairway because you wanted to prove that you could carry the biggest box alone. That was sick too.”

You remembered how he bragged about carrying the box on his own, and dismissed you when you insisted to help him and when you climbed the stairs and left him alone at the bottom of them, you heard a high pitched scream, only to find him on the floor the box next to him and a painful look on his face. You laughed so hard that day. Especially when he got up telling you he was fine and that he just needed a kiss to make the pain go away when it turned out he had a really bad sprain.

“You jinxed me.” He laughed loudly.

“I never jinxed you!” You slapped his arm in a playful way.

“What about that Christmas we spent at my parent’s house and you took the last cookie?”

You thought about that Christmas, the first you spent at his parent’s place. You were nervous about spending the entire holiday with them but it just went blissfully.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You raised your eyebrows at him in fake confusion and giggled.

“C’mon Y/N… It was just after I told you I loved you for the first time.”

Your breath was cut off. You remembered that night exactly. The way he kissed you so gently, the way he whispered he was in love with you, how he made you feel so safe and loved. The way he said that he wanted all of his Christmases to be exactly like this one, with you in his arms.

“Yeah, I remember… You gave me the cookie.”

“I didn’t!” He tittered softly. A silence installed between the both of you, until a waiter offered some more champagne. You looked at each other and after a sneaky smile; you both had the same idea. You took all the glasses on the waiter’s plate and thanked him. You sipped lightly on your glass.

“Do you remember that time, in the studio when Jeff walked in on us?”

He laughed. “Hell yes, I remember. One of our most glorious nights.”

You chortled at his answer. “Most glorious to say the least.”

You reminisced the night with great fondness and arousal… The steamy glasses, the recorded screams, the way Jeff gasped at the sight of you two butt naked literally fucking in the studio.

“Do you remember the church day?”

Of course you remembered. It was when you were staying at his place in London and his parents were invited to a baptism and asked you two to come. None of you were religious but you went anyway to please Anne.

You’ve spent the day joking about everything in the Church from the paintings to the literal baby that was getting bathed in holy water. Truth was you probably needed to be bathed in holy water way more than this baby, because while the priest recited the prayers, the two of you escaped and had sex in the confessional. And when you came out of the booth, to hear the choir sing; he held you in his arms, and whispered for the first time that he wanted to marry you.

“You said you wanted to marry me.” The words left your mouth and you realized what you said only when you looked at his face; his eyebrows raised and a smirk plastered on his lips.

“I said that?” His cheeky tone made you laugh.

“Yeah. You said you wanted to make me your wife.”

“I want to make you my wife.” He held the glass of champagne to his lips, his grin never leaving them.

It was probably the alcohol talking; the both of you were quite drunk by now.

“I still love you, you know.” Now you didn’t control the words that were coming out of your mouth, they were just slipping on their own.

Before Harry could answer, you shook your glass in front of his face. “But I’ll forget you, somehow.”

He looked you in the eyes. And took your glass away from your hands, he looked much more serious than he did a few seconds earlier.

“I don’t want you to forget me.” You could hear the desolation in his voice.

You didn’t want to forget him, either.

“Why did you leave in the morning, that night in the Hamptons?”

He seemed surprised by your question and looked at the ground.

“I felt terrible.”

You felt tears gathering inside your eyes. He gave you a wretched look.

“Not about our night. It was wonderful. I felt terrible because of Rosie, because of what I did to her.”

You both looked around the crowd and giggled. “She didn’t go that bad, though.”

“I felt like the worst scumbag in the world and I owed it to her to tell her the truth, you know?”

You nodded for an answer. You understood his stand; you were in the same position.

“I’m so sorry you felt left out. I just didn’t know what to do. And then you left with Danny and everyone told me you were fine and you were still with her, so I guessed you didn’t feel the way I did.”

You stopped him in his track. “What? Who told you I was still with her?”

“Herself. She called me like a week after the Hamptons to tell me that I should not try to contact you in any way because you two were together. And she sent a message a few months later to tell me you were still with her.”

You were bewildered by what you heard. You broke up with Danny a few days after the Hamptons. And now you discovered she told Harry you were still together.

“I broke up with her, like two days after coming back.”

“I tried to reach you but I didn’t want to interfere. I didn’t want to hold you back from moving on.”

“I can’t believe that.” You were dumbfounded by the revelations Harry made. You thought about calling her and settling scores but it wasn’t necessary, you preferred to just let it go. Karma would do her better than you ever would.

“I still love you, Y/N.” He cupped your face with his hands.

“I meant it when I said I never stopped loving you.”

His thumb stroked your cheek in a gentle way. He tilted his head to the side and smiled.

“I mean… I sang the Pina Colada song for you! Out of tune!”

You giggled and he brought his face closer to yours. You know he was about to kiss you, but you didn’t want just a kiss or just another night. You needed more. You took his hands off your face, and stared into his eyes.

“I need more than words, Harry. More than a half drunk kiss. More than one night in the Hamptons. This will not erased the last two years, or the hurt from our past.”

He nodded at you and held your hand inside of his. He held it tight and brought it to his heart. A dramatic gesture that made perfect sense in the light of his alcohol consumption.

“I promise you I will give more. More love, more time, more effort. I will do anything you need me to do if that means you’re willing to try again.”

Your heart was pounding so fast that you thought it might as well jump out of your chest. That was what you needed to hear. But now you needed to see and feel the actions.

“I am willing to try again.” He beamed widely. “But I need actions, Harry, not only words.”

He gazed in your eyes for a moment.

“Well, my first action is asking you if you want to start over?”

You looked at him confused.

“I’m Harry.” He reached his hand out for you to shake it. And you understood what he meant; the wedding, the song, the white suit and his drunk ass. Everything was like your first night meeting, and it was worth the try. You smiled at him and shook his hand.

“I’m Y/N.”

He giggled before the words fell from his lips, “I’m pleased to meet you.”

You snickered before grabbing his face and kissing him. You felt him smile against your lips. You were ready to start over.

But you couldn’t act like you forgot him. You would never forget him.

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toabelovednightmare · 4 years

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The plot twist

Characters/Pairings: Luciano, Martin, Catalina. Mention of Manuel, Miguel, Sebastian and Julio. Brarg.

Notes: This is for Day 3: High School.

I had a pretty busy day today, but I am still trying to complete this week ovo. I hope you enjoy this one. Again, sorry if there are any typos hiding around. I’ll fix them eventually.

Warnings: none.

Luciano already had plans for that evening. He only had two classes left before the school day was over. He forgot to do the homework for the first period and got back an exam with a huge freaking "D" on it. But it was okay. It was one bad day, and it was almost over.

Catalina had sent him a text, which he saw once he was out of the last class. She was asking for help with some student council related activity. He figured he'd stop by the room where the student council's president usually hung out, and see what she needed.

It was probably one small thing; Catalina was known for being highly independent. He would be in and out her office in a minute at most.

"I need you to take pictures of the soccer match this evening." Catalina handed him the school camera with a smile, before turning back to her pile of folders and paperwork.

"What?! No!" Luciano almost dropped the camera. He knew what that meant. Catalina gave him a tired look. "Can't you send someone else to do it? Can't Sebby or Julio do it? Why do we need more pictures of the soccer team, anyway? Every other picture we take is of the soccer team."

Catalina rolled her eyes.

"Is this about Martin?" She squinted at him. She put her hands on her hips, which meant--Luciano knew this from previous experience--that she wasn't going to change her mind. "Because, you know, no one talks about that anymore. Like, everybody went on with their lives. You guys should too."

She patted his back. It didn’t help. Catalina sighed.

“Besides, Sebastian is busy with math club, and Julio broke an arm. Come on, I need your help here."

Clearly she didn't care about how this was going to impact the rest of Luciano's day. All he wanted to do was go home, get the homework out of the way, and play PlayStation until he passed out on his bed.

Instead, he ended up dragging his feet towards the soccer field.

It was still early, so the team had just started warming up. The rival team would get there at anytime, so they had to take advantage of the little time left to prep for the match. The team had had a rough season; they'd won the last game by one point, and barely survived the previous matches.

Martin wasn't having that again. He was screaming at his teammates to do this, and that, and--ah, now he was fighting with Manuel. Nice. A good reminder of why he had never tried for the soccer team.

He should actually be really thankful that he hadn't. After what had happened at the beginning of the year, he could say he was damn lucky for avoiding the soccer team. Because, if he had followed his pride, he would now be trapped in that field with Martin.

Martin, the captain, now stood by the opposite bleachers, cussing. And staring at him. Luciano could feel his stare, even when he was over twenty meters away. He took the camera, turned it on and started checking the settings to distract himself from Martin's gaze.

(All he had done was get drunk one time. One time in his short life. It wasn't his fault that Martin had felt the need to keep him company in the bathroom of that house, nor was his fault that things had spun out of control. He hadn't thought about fucking plot twists when he started drinking that night. How the hell was Luciano supposed to know that the very straight looking soccer team captain fancied him? That he fancied him back? He had only wanted to know what vodka tastes like.)

Luciano checked the camera's gallery of images. They seriously did have lots of pictures of sports' activities. And lots of pictures of Martin, to add to the offense. It was a good thing that he wasn't the only one taking pictures for the school's yearbook. God knows what kind of ideas people could get. Luciano didn't need any gossips about Martin and him arising again. He had had enough of that the first half of the year.

Why the hell was Martin staring at him, now? Manuel was still kind of arguing with him, but the Argentinian wasn't replying anymore. Miguel was also trying to get back his friend's attention, but Martin looked...out of it. Was he mad that Luciano was there?

Miguel was saying something. Manuel had finally shut up. Luciano was now taking some shoots of the empty soccer field to make sure that the light and contrast settings were all calibrated. Despite all the cold drama, he was going to take some damn good pictures that day.

The rival team had arrived. But now they had to warm up too. The whole ordeal was going to take a lot longer than what Luciano had hoped. He took a couple of pictures of the rival team, just for the sake of it. Maybe to make fun of them later, who knows.

Someone cleared his throat beside him and, for the second time that day, Luciano held the camera like it was his life. He must have looked bemused or something, because any trace of a smile on Martin's face immediately disappeared.

"Um. Hello?" Martin had his hands buried in his pockets. For someone so tall and fit to look so awkward and taken aback...it was quite an apparition. "You came to see us destroy the European dicks' team?"

Luciano shrugged.

"I came to take pictures for the yearbook. No one else was available."

He was aware of how dry those words had sounded. He had intended it to sound like that. His goal was to discourage Martin from trying to engage in any kind of longer interaction; the blonde had already made clear that he didn't want that.

"Wow. Okay. I thought that we could chat a bit, but I now see that you are perfectly fine avoiding me like you have been doing for the whole year."

Martin took a step down. Luciano’s frown was as intense as his desire to push Martin off those bleachers. He really had no shame whatsoever.

"Excuse me? Avoiding you?"

"I haven't seen you at all this year."

"Whatever."

How did he dare pretend that he didn't know what had happened? This. This was the reason why he didn't want to be near Martin. Luciano knew that the blond would find a way to blame it all on him, and make him look like a fool twice now.

Martin didn't move. He was still staring at Luciano.

(They had been drinking. They were both drunk and somehow locked themselves in the bathroom. Luciano couldn't recall what they had been talking about. At some point Martin had leaned in and kissed him. And it felt good. It felt fantastic.)

"You know, it's very rude to kiss someone and disappear from their lives without giving any explanation."

Luciano clicked his teeth, he turned around to glare at Martin.

"Without any explanation? Oh, so you wanted me to walk around school, blow you kisses and hold your hand like I didn't know that you and your friends were making fun of me behind my back? Thanks for starting all those gossips, by the way. I was totally prepared to spend half a year tolerating that shit."

Martin's face had turned bright red. His green eyes were wide open. Luciano could hear Manuel calling him from afar.

"Who the fuck was making fun of you? I never said anything behind your back!" He pointed at the field, where his team was standing. Like they couldn't all see him doing that. Martin really knew how to make people start talking. "Was it one of them? Why the hell didn't you say something?"

Luciano huffed. He turned around and started fooling with the camera again.

"Whatever."

"No. It's not whatever. Why didn't you tell me?"

Luciano ignored that last question. The air between them was too tense. He felt like even the rival team was staring at them. And he felt like a fool. Again. It was like having a painful pit in his stomach.

Manuel was still calling Martin, and Miguel was now desperately waving for him to return to the field. Martin finally sighed, and started making his way down the bleachers.

Luciano felt his shoulders relax. The tension was really heavy on his shoulders. He knew that Martin would find a way to mess with his head.... He still had to stay and take pictures. Fuck.

He grabbed the camera. Through the lens, he could see the anger on the rival team's captain's face. Martin walked to the middle of the field like he had all the time of the day. Miguel was asking all sorts of questions, obviously. The rest of the school's team was sitting on the grass like they were now having a picnic.

And just like that, Martin turned around, waved at him, and shouted.

"FYI: You are going to prom with me!" It was like a nightmare. Luciano's face might had actually burst into flames. "BTW it was not a question!"

How wrong he had been to think that Martin was done with him.

#latin hetalia #brarg #lh: argentina #lh: brasil #brargweek2019 #drabbles

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koreanmadeingreece · 4 years

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Sweet Chaos, 2/4

Word count: 2.296

AAAAAaaangst because I was salty when I wrote this one as well.

Disclaimer: I do not want to compare GOT7 members in any way, because all of them are special to me and for different reasons each. This is just written for fun.

SPOILER ALERT IF YOU HAVEN’T READ THE FIRST PART DON’T READ THIS!!!! IT’S GONNA RUIN THE FUN!! DO NOT LOOK AT THE TAGS OF PART 2!!! (links in my description)

When Jinyoung offered me breakfast, my answer was yes. After such a night, who would even think of leaving? But, yes. Leaving was all that crossed my mind at the time. What if everyone found out? I should have thought about that before going out with him, let alone sleeping with him, though. Besides, I had bigger problems to deal with. What the hell did Im Jaebum want from me this time?

“Y/N, how much sugar do you drink your coffee with?” His words brought me back to reality, and that was a beautiful morning with Jinyoung by my side. He was a man who treated me better than anyone ever had before, which was something I appreciated quite a lot.

“A lot,” I replied, trying to hold back my laughter, knowing that most people hate the idea of sweet coffee. But, he never said anything about it. He just brought me my coffee and sat right beside me on the couch. He gave me a kiss on the cheek and just stayed there. We didn’t have to talk about anything in particular, we just enjoyed our time. It was Saturday after all, so we had the whole morning to ourselves and nothing was going to interrupt the calmness we were feeling.

That calmness we felt was amplified by so many things that day. We were alone at his house, lying on his couch, listening to music playing softly in the background, looking at the raindrops falling from his living room window. And we felt good, both of us. We really did.

As for what we were and how we defined our relationship, we didn’t know. We didn’t discuss anything, simply because none of us wanted to ruin the perfect atmosphere we had built. Well, it was common sense that we couldn’t really share in case there was a problem with the company, but we didn’t intend to anyway. At least not until we knew a bit better what our situation was. For the time being, it was our secret to keep.

I had to leave eventually. Jinyoung had to go to practice with the others, since the new album release and promotion was too close to sit back and enjoy the rain. “Call my name” needed a lot of work if they wanted it to be perfect, and that also included me. I was in the marketing team anyway.

I returned home, took a shower and changed clothes. I grabbed my bag and left for work, only to find Yugyeom at the lobby, waiting for BamBam.

“Ah, they brought you here on a weekend too?” he asked. It was so kind of him to think about me after all that work he had to do.

“Yeah. Who do you think handles your comeback, huh?” I laughed, and he did too. We usually had a lot of fun together, but I had to leave for my office, so I took the elevator alone, leaving him to wait.

I needed to find Jaebum. But, it had to happen somewhere that no one would notice. At least somewhere that wouldn’t seem suspicious. Both of us had a couple of secrets to keep, and it wouldn’t be the best thing if anyone found out. Both of us had things to hide, but not from each other, because we had done them together. So, I texted him: “Where do you want to meet me?” I pushed the button for the 8th floor. It stopped on the 2nd floor, and Jaebum entered.

“I was coming to find you.”

“Are you sure it’s the best idea to do this here? Someone could hear us.”

“That’s why I was coming to your office, so that if anyone saw us. We’d seem like we’re talking for work.” He paused. “Besides, I couldn’t wait.”

“Did you mean that it couldn’t wait?” I asked him, but the elevator stopped. As the doors opened, he turned around and gave me a smirk, then left the elevator.

“Are you coming?” he shouted and I followed. I couldn’t believe that I was following him into my own office, really.

“So, what did you want to talk to me about?” I started tidying up my office a bit before I sat down in front of my computer, in order to be ready to work after he left. He sat down at one of the chairs I had on the other side of my desk. And, he was smiling. God, how much I hated that smile. It was what had gotten me so hooked up on him in the first place, besides his voice. And, in that moment, I stayed there, waiting for what he was going to tell me, trying to ignore everything I was thinking about. Besides, I had moved on.

“So, I was talking to Jinyoung today.” I was caught off guard, but waited. Jinyoung couldn’t have told him anything. “And he kind of inspired me to come and talk to you,” he continued.

“Wait, Jinyoung told you to come here?”

“Well, not exactly. It’s just that his words gave me the motivation to come here and ask you something.”

“Do you really need motivation to talk to me? So I’m that difficult after all…” I was provoking him. I knew it, and I had to stop. I just needed a distraction, because he was a pleasure to provoke. But, it was neither the place nor the time to talk about what he had come to talk to me about.

“Well, you’re not. Quite the opposite I’d say. It’s just that I’m not the best in expressing what I really want to say, so I just have to put it into words, right?” He paused. I could feel him struggling with this, but we had to stop. We had to.

And then, someone knocked on the door. For a second, I felt relieved. I could just pretend we were talking about the promotion and nothing was going to be said or done that day. Everything was going to be smoother than ever, and Jaebum would leave my office without protest.

“Please, come in,” I said. I was caught by surprise when it was Jinyoung behind the door, who had probably come to greet me since their practice would run a little late. Those were the benefits of hanging out with Yugyeom. He’d tell me everything I needed to know about anything.

“Oh I didn’t know someone was here. I can come back later,” he said.

“No, Jaebum was leaving. You can stay. I smiled at him, especially since Jaebum wasn’t looking at me. His eyes were locked n Jinyoung, but I didn’t know why. It seemed weird at the time, but not enough for me to do something about it.

“Yes, I’m leaving. Excuse me.” He shut the door behind him and Jinyoung turned to me.

“”Y/N, did he seem kind of weird to you, or is it just me?”

“I have no idea,” I said, knowing exactly what was going on. He had come here with a purpose in mind, and I never let him say a word.

“I don’t want to overstep any boundaries, but maybe you two were talking about something serious. In any case, you should know that he’s kind of stressed right now, and I think that he might like someone, so he might seem kind of weird. Please, don’t say anything to him.” He sat down at one of the chairs. “And, I didn’t want to invade your space like that. I know we’re at work. It’s just that Yugyeom came upstairs with BamBam and told me that you were here as well, so I thought I should come and say hi.” He smiled, but I was unable to actually listen to him. I was thinking of a different kind of smile.

“It’s not a problem, really. Don’t worry about it. But has Jaebum told you anything? I mean, I don’t want to intrude, but if he’s not well…” I hoped he’d tell me something, anything.

“Well, he came to find me a while ago. We were waiting for the others, who were going to be late, so I was sitting on the couch. He came next to me and seemed weird, so I asked him if anything was wrong. I didn’t get much out of him, really. Just that he has something he needs to do and he needs motivation. I don’t know for sure if it’s a girl, but I suspect it. He’s been acting weird for months now, and it’s not like him to lose focus on tour. Did you see us perform in Amsterdam? He was completely out of it. Thank god nothing serious happened.”

“I see. Well, I guess he’ll share it when he wants to. For now, all we can do is wait.” Yes, that was it. I had nothing to do about it, definitely not in the office. But we definitely had to talk. “He’s not in any trouble as far as the company is concerned though.”

“That’s good, I guess. I appreciate you telling me. So, enough with that. I came here because I have a suggestion, actually. What are you doing tomorrow afternoon? There’s a really nice café that you’ll probably like, if you want to come.” He smiled at me. I loved the way he looked at me when he smiled. It was just so straightforward, that I felt safe. I felt like I could count on him, but on the other hand, his eyes were so suggestive. Especially after the night we spent together, I had no doubt that he hid a lot more than what people normally saw on him every day. He was a person with so many different sides to discover, and that intrigued me.

“Yes, I’d love to come with you. So, see you tomorrow?”

“Yes, see you tomorrow.” And he left my office.

I returned home that day feeling terrible. I couldn’t believe that this was actually true. Because, if everything I imagined was indeed happening, I was standing between two lifelong friends. What the hell was I doing?

I couldn’t relax, so I filled my tub with hot water and decided to spend my evening there, listening to music. Maybe even figure out what I was going to do.. I took my clothes off and played chill music on my phone.

As I sank in and closed my eyes, I started thinking about the whole situation. And, the more I thought about it, the less it made sense. Jaebum wasn’t exactly showing me what he wanted from me, so I had no reason to bail out on Jinyoung for something that wasn’t even certain. He hadn’t shown me anything. And, judging by the fact that we never talked about what happened at the party again, I was free to assume that there was nothing going on between us. It was one night that we decided to get drunk, after all. It wouldn’t haunt us for the rest of our lives. We were grown-ups, or so we thought. So, I could just forget about it and let time pass as I had fun with Jinyoung. That man really was incredible.

The night passed quite calmly, and when the next morning came, I decided to just drink some tea and get my work done, since I had a date with Jinyoung that afternoon. I took a shower and got dressed in a white shirt and a black skirt, always with my combat boots. I wore my favorite necklace and some simple earrings and headed out to meet him.

He was waiting for me at a corner table with a couch, elegant as usual. That man definitely made me fall for him more every time I saw him. He never ceased to impress me. We ordered our coffees and stayed there for hours talking and talking, and we never ran out of things to say. We never felt the need to look at our phones either, except from one time, when Jinyoung received a message and, as he was answering, I checked mine for anything important as well. He smiled for an instant when he read that message, but stopped immediately. That seemed kind of weird to me, honestly, but I only asked when I realized that he was staring at his screen without typing anything. He brushed it off and said it was nothing important, then he typed back and left his phone aside for the rest of the evening.

We were having a great time, but eventually we had to leave, since we had to go to work first thing in the morning. But, it was a perfect day. And, the last day with Jinyoung that was going to be perfect, because, as I was getting ready to sleep that night, Jaebum called me, saying we had to meet. And, it had to be done someplace private, where no one would interrupt us. He even told me to come by that night, but I didn’t trust myself in a house alone with him. So, I told him to come find me after work at a café that no one from the guys of the company really went at. In that way, I was going to be sure that I wouldn’t do something I regretted the next day.

I was wrong. Not only did I go to my meeting with Jaebum, but I did something I regretted as well. And he did too. Because, instead of going to that café, we decided to go for a walk. And that was the first time I’d ever hear him talk to me about how he really felt about me, and where he’d genuinely kiss me for the first time.

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hisgirlwonder · 5 years

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Wicked Games - Part One

Length: 3.6K words Warning: Smut (sex, mention of degradation, Michael secretly is a cuck?, etc etc) and angst Synopsis: Every lawyer is given a case they would rather not work on and you’re no exception to this. Someone you know all too well ends up being your latest client, how will you cope under the pressure? You’re the best of the best in the world of law but you are, after all, only human. Notes: Today comes the day when I finally publish something about a character other than Michael. I’ve been staring at it for days because I didn’t want to ruin Duncan (I haven’t seen HOC) so hopefullyyyyyy this is okay! I’m kind of nervous in writing other things because my heart lies with Michael but I have been feeling such a pull to write for Cody’s other characters (I have some of an outline for another series for Michael x Reader x Jim so keep an eye out for that! It’s going to be a bit angsty from what I have so far) (also this is probably my favourite version of Y/N I’ll write about to date because we love a strong woman)

“Hello, Mrs Langdon,” Michael purrs, grinning at the sight of you coming through the front door. You plant a kiss on his cheek and apologise for the late arrival home; telling him those idiots at work were to blame.

Taking off your jacket feels like an effort with all of the buttons and a pair of tired hands; eventually you get there and hang it up on the coat stand. Michael asks if you had a rough day and your response is a heavily exhale of exhaustion followed with a remark of you have no idea as you’re kicking off your heels.

He closes the door and asks if you’ve eaten. You nod, explaining that you ordered in sushi earlier. It was unfortunate because having dinner together was one of the things that helped you unwind after a long day and today you had to miss it. It turns out your newest client held you back for much longer than intended and when you finally got to pack up for the day night, you leave feeling deflated because all you’ve done is run in circles and achieved nothing.

Michael sinks his warm thumbs into your trapezius muscles to try and massage the tautness out. You were never one to give up a fight because you thrived on winning but the weight of this was so heavy and it was only day one.

You feel those smooth hands glide down to rest on your upper arms and Michael tells you he’s going to get you a drink. A sigh of dejection erupts from your lungs, and you push past it to thank him before he disappears into the kitchen.

Michael re-appears with a drink in hand and as you’re taking it from him, you smile weakly and mouth thank you. You swallow a few mouthfuls to calm yourself before offloading onto your husband.

“I don’t know what I’ve done to be dumped with this case. I just, I mean, I just really wanted to slap the shit eating grin off of his face. He’s even more unrelenting than I remember.” You say, dumbfounded in disbelief at how anyone could have that kind of attitude.

“Oh, so you know him? Obviously, you can’t tell me specifics about the case but, might I ask, who is it?”

“Duncan Shepherd.”

You and Duncan ran in the same circles ever since your rise to power in the world of law so you’d been around each other more times than you’d like to admit. You couldn’t forget the first time you met – it was an opening for an art gallery where he gave you nothing but grief about being married all the while trying to win you over. It was almost like he forgot you were a lawyer who was well-versed in reading people. That, or he just didn’t care. Duncan did like a challenge.

Michael stays silent, making an oh face. He knew exactly from your recollection of stories and meetings what Duncan was like. Being the best of the best when it came to your profession had its perks but it also had its downfalls, like old men trying to buy their way into spending a night with you or pretty boys with more money than sense.

You’d represented your fair share of guilty people in passing but never one who got on your nerves as much as Duncan did. Maybe it was his comment about Michael being a “ball and chain” for you that did it, or perhaps it was more than that.

“I get the feeling you’re going to need something stronger than just a cocktail, I’ll be right back.”

As your eyes are scanning over the photographs on the mantelpiece waiting for Michael to return, there’s one that takes your interest and sends you headfirst into the throes of nostalgia.

It was from the engagement party where one of your best friends had styled you - she’d commissioned a very famous designer to create a black, cinch-waisted dress with a sweetheart neckline. Oh, you felt so glamorous and had no idea what life had planned for you following that night.

You smile to yourself when remembering how adamant she was for you to have curls and for them to be done by her; she spent what felt like hours perfecting them. The makeup was polished off with a deep plum coloured lipstick and she’d joked about how you looked like her very own masterpiece. Completely biased though because she’d always reiterate her belief that you didn’t need makeup since you possessed such natural beauty.

Your heart feels as if it has sunk to your feet when you recall what else happened. How could you forget? The joy of that evening fell short when your mother decided to pull you aside and snap, asking why you felt the need to dress the way you did. She was referring to how dark your dress and makeup were, because in her mind her own flesh and blood should take after her, dressing in shades of salmon and lilac. Sadly, it wasn’t the first time she’d called you out like this and it wouldn’t be the last.

Her serpent-like mouth had bitten you one too many times and now, older and wiser, your heart had become cold towards her. Every person you meet remarks about how your parents must be so proud of you and you want to laugh in their faces and admit the truth – that your father is nowhere to be found and your mother will never be satisfied with anything you do. It’s as if you were an aversion to her eyes as well because she was constantly telling you that no man would ever love you if you were to dress like you’re always going to a funeral. Even Michael professing his love in front of the room full of people wasn’t enough.

Either Michael must have been stealth-like or you were too engrossed in what you were thinking about because you didn’t hear the bottle of vodka on the table nor did you hear him come up behind you. The fixation on your younger self in the picture was interrupted by the feeling of his arms encasing you and the warmth of his chin resting on your exposed shoulder. “What are you doing?”

You point to the photograph, pained with a longing in that moment for how things used to be. Before law school, before all of this stress, before Duncan fucking Shepherd came into your life.

“This simultaneously feels like a lifetime ago yet so recent I can almost taste the entrees we ate that night. She’s ruined so many things. It was the beginning of some of the best things to happen to me,” you look down at the diamond ring on your finger before continuing, “But when I get like this, I’m reminded of her disapproval. Life would be much easier if my father didn’t decide to abandon me and leave me with her.”

“M/N is and will always be jealous of you, Y/N. You looked radiant that night and she was just projecting her own insecurities onto you. Do you remember the day we were introduced? I was wearing god knows what but I will never forget the sight of you in those ripped black jeans and boots. It gave me a raging hard-on to see you dressed like that. You’re even more beautiful now because you’re my wife.” He squeezes his arms around you in comfort before continuing, “Let’s forget about that and focus on something else. You’ve had enough drama for one day. Work was hard, wasn’t it? I think I know a way we can relieve some of this pent up energy.” As he’s talking, the bulge trapped in his pants is pushed into your ass and all of a sudden you become distracted.

You place the now empty glass beside the photo in question and guide a hand upwards to stroke at Michael’s face. You knew what he wanted but decided to play along, questioning him in a coy voice, “Oh? And what might that be, Mr. Langdon?”

Michael’s unwraps himself from you, positioning his hands on your hips and caresses your lower back. “Maybe we can go to the bedroom and I can fuck the frustration out of you.”

Hands are travelling up your sides to meet at the top of the zipper, pushing your locks over to one side. “Let me.” The slider glides down, parting the teeth and allows the dress to fall to the floor. He touches his lips on the curve of where your shoulder meets your arm; he’s planting kisses on your skin while eager fingers are unhooking the clasp on your bra.

By now you’re standing only in a small pair of underwear and the moment you turn around Michael snatches you up; hands digging into the flesh of your ass. He’s smirking in enjoyment, almost salivating at the thought of what next comes out.

“I was thinking about you in that pretty red dress of yours I like at work today. You’re innocently knocking files off my desk as you’re trying to place them in front of me like a clumsy little girl. You’re bending over to grab them but your feet are apart enough so everything is exposed…” he pulls you in even closer before continuing, lowly growing in thirst, “…and it’s obvious to see your slit is glistening for me; ready to be fucked.”

If you didn’t know you were alive before, you sure knew now because you feel your heart quicken and nostrils becoming flared as you expel out hot breaths of want. Those few words forced you into a state of submission - one where you’d do anything no questions asked.

Your mouths meet in what starts off as a slow, loving kiss but quickly transforms into a salacious mess; lips turning red, swollen, and spit covered. Both of you were becoming drunk on the other. He instructs you to get on the bed and you follow through without hesitation.

With eyes glued to him, you watch as he’s sitting on a chair nearby undoing his tie. You become occupied with the thought of how you’d rather them around your throat than loosening the item of fabric he now throws on the ground. Michael teases in the hopes it’ll set you off by warning not to get too excited because he’s staying dressed for what he has planned.

He was right to think that way because with his comment you transform into a brat, rolling your eyes and whining, “Can you not? You’re strangely looking like Duncan did earlier.”

Michael reaches down to untie his shoes and every now and then looks up at you and the only reaction to your words is a silent smile; one that said you just wait. Once his shoes are off, he walks over to the bed and towers above you, asserting you in dominance. He grabs your face in a hand and breaks his reticence, telling you, “I think you’re forgetting who makes the rules.”

In the blink of an eye, Michael has ripped off your underwear and runs a single finger up your slit to feel the slick leaking from your folds. You’re ignorant enough not to realise Michael wasn’t the only reason your body was behaving this way. He, however, does know and pushes your thighs apart to see what he’s dealing with. Tips of his digits are drawing shapes against your bud - you think he’s letting them wander aimlessly but Michael was actually spelling out the word Duncan.

“Duncan really makes you mad, doesn’t he?” Michael teases with words laminated in a devilish tone. He could see how you were visibly responding to him and it drove him wild. Michael noticed at the mention of Duncan’s name you did jerk your legs shut but there was a brief moment where you bucked your hips and Michael could read between the lines; he knew precisely what it meant, even before you did.

Forceful hands pry your legs apart as if to say I’m the one who is in charge and when he begins to touch you again, he changes it up and uses all four fingers. The blood rushes in between your legs, swirling around and causing tumescence in your loins.

“He makes you red hot, doesn’t he?” The deliverance of those two words made you wonder if he was insinuating something entirely different. Something that you’d never considered until now. Maybe your brain had kept this revelation hidden away until Michael decided to open your eyes to it. Maybe, just maybe, this was for your own benefit because there’s no way you would have willingly accepted your own want for him of all people.

Michael slips two of those four fingers inside, curling around and massaging your soft spot in a continuous but inviting come here movement. Not leaving any part ignored, he light grazes his thumb against the surface of your already stimulated bud and it makes you writhe around in pleasure. All attempts at trying to keep composed and innocent fail as your words become broken and you’re a stuttering mess, “W-w-what a-are yo-o-ou d-d-doing?”

Then suddenly, an unfamiliar feeling washes over you and you’re not sure if you like it but you have no choice because it’s consuming you; the want need for Duncan to be committing unspeakable acts against your body. Michael’s almost gagging over you coming undone from a few simple words and figures it’s the perfect time to take himself out of his pants knowing you’d be pathetic and desperate for a cock inside you.

The old adage goes “silence is golden” but this was the exact opposite. You needed something to stop you dissipating into the fever that was burning deep within your core. You wanted to snuff out the fire inside because you had absolutely no idea how you were going to work with this lingering.

Michael positions his body between your legs to stroke the head of his throbbing cock against your slit, mixing what was leaking out of himself with your own wetness. He takes it up a notch by sliding in a minuscule amount and taunting you, with words like you know, your body is giving me the answers your mouth wouldn’t dare speak.

His icy blues are locked onto you as he pushes past your entrance, gauging your reaction while giving you more of the thing you yearned for. Michael’s having too much fun being a tease but it becomes too much and you spit angst at him, “Can’t you just fuck me already?”

Michael provokes you even further and suggests, “If you want it so bad, why don’t you just behave and bend over the bed like a good girl. Bad girls don’t get what they want.” He knew what being called a good girl did to you and used it to his full advantage whenever you were in a state like this.

You don’t know whether to laugh or feel bad that this exact situation was what Duncan had predicted at that party. Goosebumps hit your skin as you can hear him. “I can already see it now – one day you’ll be bent over a bed, pussy soaked with your own filth and you’ll be begging for him to fuck you when really you wish it was me.”

And that’s exactly what is happening. You were bent over and beginning to be fucked, like a cock-deprived slut. It was more than just your usual lust over Michael but it also included being wrecked and ruined by Duncan, and you hated yourself for it.

“If you really do want this, there’s only one thing I want in return.” Michael tells you, rubbing a hand over your ass, “I want you to tell me exactly why he’s so bad. I want you to feel it.”

“Duncan Shepherd is a sanctimonious, smug asshole. He thinks he’s a hot piece who can get whatever he wants whenever he wants. He-“

Your outburst is interrupted by Michael moving back inside. You’re wondering when he’s going to fuck the neediness out of you because he was deliberately holding back and moving very slowly. “Keep going. Remember, I want you to feel it.”

“He always thinks he can do whatever the fuck he wants and not get away with it. This is why I’m stuck with him, because of his actions, and now I have to see him every single day until this damn trial is over and done with.”

There it is, your distaste for him. You thought it was stronger than the urges that reverberated throughout your body. The truth is you wanted to fuck Duncan out of hatred, then make him watch as you fuck Michael out of adoration, and for both men to pour load after load into your open mouth; deep down your willing throat. You wanted to be defiled but only by your own control.

Michael’s hands are gripping into your thighs to say your body is mine and he picks up his pace. He grunts, “More. Tell me more. Feed it to me, baby.”

“He’s such a pig. He treats me like I should beg to be the ground he’s walking on. Remember his ex? She said he’s so vain that he likes to fuck in front of a mirror so he can watch himself.”

Your pussy twitches at the very clear image in your head of him pounding away at you like he did with her, almost as if it had happened in real life. Were you jealous? You couldn’t deny that Duncan was hot, because he was, but he knew it. You also knew that he’d be good in bed despite the disgusting ego. The thoughts of being used and abused by a man like this, specifically Duncan, drove you mad in every way possible.

“Do you ever think it’s because he wants to fuck you?”

That slight twitch turns into a full-on throb and every muscle within the confines of your cunt begin to tighten around Michael’s cock – your body growing unfaithful with its admission of the things you were trying to remain tight-lipped about. It’s one thing to find someone attractive but it’s another entirely for it to be someone you’ve spent years loathing. Duncan was everything you couldn’t stand in a man yet your entire existence was begging to be destroyed by him.

“My bet is he’d like to turn you into an incoherent mess. His hand is probably lathered in fake slick right now and he’s fucking himself to the thought of you in the dress you wore today.”

Your knees were growing weak and you were barely holding on. You being sent in a direction you’d never been before. Before tonight, Michael was the only thought and person which brought you pleasure in all the ways. The truth was that Michael wanted you to feel this. He secretly had lusted after this for so long and now he finally got his chance.

And that’s when it came. The words that would tear you in two, causing the same reaction in your body akin to a dam bursting its banks.

“I can guarantee that Duncan would love to be here right now, seeing your pussy full with this cock and us taking turns on you all night, filling every hole.”

Michael was the filthiest and there was no doubt about that but it’s as if the events of tonight had given you a key to a hidden lock inside him – you opened it and it unleashed something wild and untamed. His mouth and his member cause you to explode as if you’re a supernova; stars littering your vision as evidence of the intensity.

A lustful growl emits from Michael’s lungs as you drop to the mattress, knees weakened completely. “I knew exactly what that meant.”

It seems like your climax transforms him into some other being. He begins pounding away at you mercilessly, throwing caution into the wind and slamming his body into yours like he was trying to punish you for thinking such dirty thoughts.

Michael’s positioned now with his torso against your back, taking in your mixed scent of perfume and sweat. He thrusts a few more times and you both cry out in enjoyment – you’re still swimming in the pool of your orgasm and he meets you there, unloading himself inside your pussy. Once the last drop is spilt he rolls off your body and onto his back.

He breathlessly throws an idea at you, “Maybe we should make our own game, Y/N. Duncan Shepherd needs to atone for his sins of the flesh. You should play with him, make him bend to you however you see fit, and, when the time is right then we can take it even further. There are only two rules.”

“Which are?”

“Number one, have fun. Number two, fill me in on everything. Also, remember, it’s Duncan.”

You knew what it’s Duncan meant because you knew Michael all too well. It meant don’t worry, nobody is going to believe someone as manipulative as him if he tries anything.

You didn’t care. Your impulses took over and you agreed to his game, asking when you were to start.

“Tomorrow.”

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Funny how someone who made fart fetish porn thinks he has a right to badmouth men

Oh boy, anon, you’ve really overpacked this suitcase, haven’t you??

Look, let’s just start by pointing out that there’s a contradiction between you having respect for my pronouns and yet an apparent prejudice against sex workers. I just don’t get that. Thank you for being more respectful than most and actually using male pronouns here, I think the rest of your message is seriously betraying the kind of person you are. Build on the good. You’re already head and shoulders above most people I know in that respect.

I was trying to work out what could have come across as badmouthing men and I found that two posts about Captain Marvel had come out of my queue. So that’s it. Anon, i’m not badmouthing men. But I will call out toxic masculinity where I see it, and there was a whole lot of it around the launch of that movie. Toxic masculinity hurts everyone, no matter who you are. It’s the kind of attitude that makes men feel they have to behave a certain way or they can’t be true men. As a trans guy that went a long way toward being terrified of coming out, and still goes a long way to not being accepted. It is also a master force behind the kind of behaviour that has left women vulnerable, scared and abused throughout history. I’ve been on both sides of that. I’ve had men roll down their car windows and cat-call me from the age of 14 upward. When I was 13 I took a term of piano lessons and quit because the piano tutor kept holding my hands and asking me if I ‘painted my nails red when I went out at weekends’. I’ve had parts of my body groped and touched in public because someone was drunk, being egged on by their mates or just thought it was their right to do it. I’ve had a z-list celebrity slide his hand into my crotch blaming ‘the train’ with a huge grin on his face. I spent twenty years blaming myself for being sexually assaulted by my cousin’s husband because I was wearing a dress the night I met him. No, not all men are like this, but if you’re offended by someone discussing it then perhaps there’s a reason why. Maybe you see a little of that in yourself.

I’ll reblog posts about captain marvel until my fingers are sore because Brie Larson took so much abuse in the run up to its launch, most of it from a subsection of the population. And i’m not blindly backing it as a marvel fan, nor as a perceived ‘man hater’ - I didn’t think it looked that good from the trailers, but boy was I wrong. I still think the trailers were pretty bad and did the movie a huge disservice. The point is, I waited until I watched the movie to make up my own mind. Brie Larson spoke up on the press tour about how she was sick of looking out and seeing nothing but white men, and a whole lot of those white men took that very deliberately in the wrong way. She spoke of wanting diversity. She didn’t want to look out there and see no white, male faces, she just wanted to see a mix of them with POC and female faces too. You’d have to be extremely over sensitive to take that in any sense other than the one she’d intended it.

People flooded Rotten Tomatoes with negative reviews, days before the movie even came out. They hadn’t seen it, they just wanted to try to make sure that they stopped as many potential viewers from seeing it as they could. And that's why it’s so important to people who aren’t of that small subsection of the population to share the movie’s success. I’m so damn proud of Brie, and of everyone involved in the movie, and of everyone who has stood up for Captain Marvel when in doing so they’ve also opened themselves up to abuse.

The truth is, the world has been run by straight, white, cis men for countless years and that’s starting to change. The world is becoming a richer place for that. We need to hear all kinds of voices, especially as the world grows smaller. Anon, the world has changed more in the last twenty years than it had in centuries before it. But that means the truth is going to hurt sometimes.

I’m white, and i’m learning more about what that means from people of colour who share their experiences, their stories and their views. I understand a little better every day that it isn’t enough just to not be an actively racist asshole and that I need to use my privilege to speak up when I see it happening to others. I need to open my ears and listen to people from different countries, of different colours, of different religions, and hear about the struggles they face every day that i’ll never truly understand as someone born into a white family, in an area where there were very few people of colour as I grew up. I want to learn. I want to listen. I hope that the more POC speak out, the more that we can learn as people who haven’t faced the same prejudice. I’ll still never know what it’s like to walk in those shoes but i’ll be a little more mindful every day of what needs to change and how I can help.

It’s a similar thing existing in a predominantly cishet world. Something I realised recently is that, as much as I know it can take years, decades, sometimes a lifetime to really discover who you are, the cold hard fact is that when I was five years old I knew I wanted to marry a woman and call myself John but it’s taken decades to reverse the programming that a predominantly cishet world tried to write into me. We’re getting there, little by little. The world is changing, but a big part of that is from having the courage to find our voices and share our experiences as people of a gender and/or sexuality not defined as cis and heterosexual. I think trans folk have a unique point of view when it comes to gender wars since we’ve seen both sides of the coin to some degree. I’m just as scared of toxic femininity as I am of toxic masculinity. Both are dangerous and destructive, and they hurt everybody. It’s time they began to die and allowed people to be themselves without a gender-approved bar they have to reach to be a ‘real man/woman’.

Lastly, anon, I would really like you to rethink the way you view sex workers because most that i’ve met along the way have been the kindest, most genuine, most open individuals who work harder than you’ll ever know. Making fetish videos put food on the table, a roof over our heads and bought our boat when we were faced with being homeless. My health wouldn’t allow me to work a job outside the home any more and I wanted to make a living as best as I could. I feel like you would be just as critical if I lived by benefits alone. Plus making videos was a very important step in my own life. It helped me to love a part of myself that i’d always resented and felt ashamed of, and gave me confidence to appear in front of the camera which I could never have imagined some years ago. Plus I made a few wonderful friends that way.

Anon, you have a good heart, enough to not misgender me. I can’t and won’t apologise for reblogging posts that talk about subjects that affect me personally. This is, after all, my blog, and it’s important for people to see how many others have been affected by the same issues. It helps when you don’t feel so alone. If there’s something that triggers you about those posts then perhaps there’s something you recognise in it. This is a really good time to identify what that is and to work out why it upsets you so much. We can all learn to be better people, and listening to our discomfort is a good first step.

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June - Part 1 (Liam X Drake)

Book: The Royal Romance

Summary: Chapter 2.1 of a 4 chapter series chronicling the months before Drake left for college and his relationship with Liam.

Rating: PG-13+ with some drinking and mature themes

A/N: I intended initially to make each month only one part, but I felt this one needed 2 parts. Also, I envision this to be around 2009, so I tried to keep that in mind in regards to technology and pop culture. There is nothing NSFW yet, but there may be in future parts. In the story, Drake and Liam have both already turned 18 and are legal adults.

Word Count: 2343

Tag List: @laniquelove, @bobasheebaby, @choiceswreckedme, @mfackenthal, @viktoriapetit, @boneandfur, @theroyalweisme, @debramcg1106, @ladynonsense, @hopefulmoonobject, @flynnomalleysPlease let me know if I missed anyone or if anyone wants to be added

Drake stripped off his cap and gown immediately following the graduation ceremony. "I'm so glad to be done with this place."

"It wasn't all bad, was it?" Liam questioned. "You had me, Maxwell, and Olivia, plus most of guys on the football team were cool."

"I don't know if I would put Maxwell and Olivia in the plus column."

"Admit it Drake, no matter how much they annoy you, they are your friends. You will miss us all."

"I'll be just fine seeing Maxwell and Olivia twice a year or whatever on school breaks. That is more than enough. You though, Liam, I will actually miss."

"You know Drake, my father's offer still stands for you to attend university here with me. Think about how much fun we'll have."

"Liam, I can't mooch off your family forever. This is just something I need to do."

Drake was going to miss Liam. So much in fact it hurt to think about it. But that was another reason he needed to go. Neither he nor Liam brought up that night on the football pitch again, but Drake couldn't get it out of his mind. It was absurd, and had to be a fluke, for both of them. So why couldn't Drake just forget about it? His codependency with Liam had reached new heights, tricking Drake into believing he had romantic feelings for Liam. There was no other explanation. Liam was his world, and Drake desperately needed to expand his world apart from Liam.

"It was worth a shot, but there's still time to change your mind. I have a feeling this summer will be epic."

"Speaking of ‘epic’," Drake said, "what's the deal with the party your brother wants to throw for us tomorrow night?"

"My father and Regina will be away on diplomatic matters over the weekend, so Leo wants to throw us a graduation combined with congrats on winning nationals party.”

Leo and Liam weren't particularly close, but Leo had just finished college himself, and liked any excuse for a party. Leo also knew Liam and Drake were a packaged deal, so it was thoughtful of Leo to include Drake. It's not like anyone else would be throwing him a party.

“Should be an interesting night."

"Yes, probably more interesting than our family dinner tonight."

"Well, I'm not technically family so-"

"Drake, you are not getting out of this. Father and Regina are hosting this for us. Savannah and Bastien will be there too."

"Fine," Drake acquiesced. "But we are escaping as soon as we can."

Dinner was as long and dull as Drake imagined it would be. The food was okay, but Drake would be just as happy with a good steak or burger rather than expensive cuisine. And seven courses was at least five too many in his opinion. Two and a half hours later, dessert was finally served, and Drake and Liam were free to go.

"Okay Drake, you were so eager to get out of there. What are your big plans for tonight?" Liam asked.

"Not a clue. Maybe we could take the boat out again." Drake smirked.

"Very funny, Drake. I told you I'm never doing that again after we almost died the last time."

"We were fine after I saved your ass. You know I would never let anything happen to you. How many times have I gotten you out of trouble already?"

Liam cocked an eyebrow. "And how many times did you get me into that trouble in the first place?"

"Fair enough. Since that's out, what do you suggest?"

"Hmm..." Liam paused thoughtfully. "I've got nothing. Why don't we just watch movies or play video games in my room? We haven't done that for awhile."

"Works for me," Drake agreed. Liam had a pretty nice setup in his room and it was one place they were never bothered by palace staff or anyone else. They had been so busy in the last month with exams and football, the two of the hadn't really just hung out together in quite a while. Even though they still hadn't talked about what happened, things didn't seem at all strained between them, so maybe Liam really hadn't thought about it again. Just two guy friends hanging out together. Nothing more to it.

They started off playing FIFA obviously, as they were both obsessed with the sport. They tired of it after awhile and decided to watch a movie on Liam's laptop so they could stream Netflix.

"How about Iron Man?" Liam suggested.

"Sure, I haven't seen that yet. I wonder if they will ever make a Captain America movie?”

"I know you have a thing for him, Drake,” Liam teased. “I've seen the stash of action figures in your room."

"They are collectibles! It's not like I play with them."

"Sure Drake, whatever you say."

Drake threw a pillow at Liam's head. "Just start the movie."

It wasn't uncommon for Drake and Liam to watch movies huddled together on Liam's bed. But it felt different now. Drake tried to keep some distance between them because he wasn't sure where his thoughts would take him if there was any physical contact. This meant Drake had to awkwardly strain his neck to see, and it did not go unnoticed.

"What are you doing over there? Get closer so you can actually see." Liam reached his arm around Drake's shoulder, coaxing him to scoot closer. If Liam was okay with this, Drake could be too. He just had to focus on the movie, and not how good Liam smelled or that every incidental touch lingered on his skin. So far it wasn't working.

“You’ve been quiet, Drake. Where’s all your typical sarcastic commentary?”

"I guess I'm just tired. Thinking I should just go to bed."

Liam placed his hand on Drake's thigh, his soft gaze fixed on him. "Are you sure there's nothing at all you want to talk about"?

Drake felt heat rise in his cheeks, and his heart beat faster. Either Liam was totally oblivious to everything, or he knew exactly what was going on and wanted Drake to say it out loud. Drake was still trying to wrap his head around his own feelings that were admittedly getting harder and harder to deny. He wasn't ready to blurt it all out to Liam and scare him off if it was all one sided.

"Nope, just tired."

"All right then...I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yep, see ya," Drake replied and swiftly retreated to his room.

Drake watched as multiple kegs of beer were wheeled into the palace. "How many people did Leo invite?"

"Well, he invited our entire graduating class, plus a bunch of his college friends and other nobles."

"Great...Is it too early to start drinking?" Drake didn't know what he expected, but he shouldn't have been surprised that every young noble and socialite in Cordonia would be there. It was Leo making the guest list after all. Drake was just hoping for something smaller and more laid back. At least there would be plenty of alcohol to get him through.

The party guests trickled in and before long, the palace was packed, the music was playing, and Drake was a couple beers in and actually starting to enjoy himself. Drake found himself hanging out with Liam, Olivia, Maxwell, and a few of their other noble friends.

"Let's play a game!" Olivia suggested. "How about truth or dare?"

Drake groaned. "You know I hate that game."

"Exactly," Olivia replied. "If you are too afraid to play, you can go drink by yourself because lord knows you don't have the social skills to strike up a conversation with anyone outside of this group."

Drake didn't want to give Olivia the satisfaction. "No, I'll play."

“Okay then, Liam, why don’t you start,” Olivia directed.

“Maxwell, truth or dare?”

“You know I have no fear,” Maxwell asserted. “Dare.”

Liam looked around the room. “I dare you to go hit on one of Leo’s friends. Bonus points if it actually works.”

"I thought you were going to give me a challenge. Watch the master at work."

Maxwell walked up to a petite brunette. They were out of earshot but Drake could see her smiling. "I can't believe it. Is this actually working?" She proceeded to take Maxwell's phone and appeared to be typing her number in it.

Maxwell walked back with a huge grin on his face. "That was too easy. Her name is Jenny and she's an American exchange student."

"Let me see that." Drake grabbed the phone. "Her phone number is 867-5309? Doesn't that sound family, Maxwell?"

The whole group burst out laughing but Maxwell was clueless. "I don't get it."

Liam shook his head. "Maxwell, even I have heard that song one hundred times. Hopefully you can get over your rejection quickly because it's your turn to choose someone."

"I'm sure there will be plenty of other ladies lining up for me, especially after I pull out my break dancing moves. But back to the game, Olivia, truth or dare?"

"Truth." Drake was not surprised. Olivia never held anything back.

"Okay, how many people in this circle have you hooked up with?" Maxwell inquired.

Olivia looked around at the 9 other people in the group. “It depends on how loosely you define ‘hook-up,” but I’m going to say four.”

“Wait,” Maxwell appeared perplexed. “I know about, Nikos, Eleanor, and Luca. Who’s the 4th?”

Drake held his breath. It happened one time and they swore it would never be repeated. He and Olivia were both a little drunk and stupid. The didn’t have sex, but close enough. After that, they went back to outwardly hating each other because it was much easier that way. Drake prayed that Olivia was as afraid to let that secret out as he was.

“Too bad you didn’t ask the right question Maxwell. You only asked how many, not who,” Olivia replied and Drake breathed a sigh of relief he hoped nobody noticed. "Drake, truth or dare?"

Fuck. Of course she would pick him. There was no good option as Drake was sure she would be out to embarrass him either way. He decided on dare, figuring that was the better bet rather than having her try to dig out his deep dark secrets. "Dare, I guess," Drake muttered.

"Excellent. I dare you to kiss Liam...on the lips."

“Not going to happen,” Drake declared. “Try again.”

“Drake I said you didn’t have to play if you don’t want to but a dare’s a dare. You don’t get a options.”

Okay, he didn’t have to make this a big thing. Drake leaned in and gave Liam a quick peck on the lips. “There are you happy now?”

“What even was that? That doesn’t count. Give him a real kiss this time,” Olivia demanded.

Drake tried to protest again, but the whole group was egging him on at this point. This was a terrible idea, but he was starting to feel the alcohol and just wanted to shut everyone up. He grabbed Liam by the shoulders and their lips crashed together. Liam parted his mouth without hesitation and wrapped his arms around Drake, pressing their bodies close together. That probably would have been enough to satisfy Olivia, but Drake got lost in the moment and kissed Liam deeper. Liam could have pushed Drake away at any time but he responded with equal hunger, all the sexual tension between them dissipating into one another. Drake came back to reality and abruptly ended the kiss. Liam stood silent and motionless, matching the rest of the crowd who seemed uncertain of what they had just witnessed.

“My god Drake, do you and Liam need to go get a room?”

“Shut up Olivia. I just did what you wanted. Although I probably do have a better shot with him than you ever will. I’ve had enough of this game already. I’m out.” Drake walked away and into the kitchen where the kegs were to get another beer. He sat down at a table alone to try and get drunk enough to forget how much he liked kissing Liam and how obvious it probably was to everyone who saw.

“Drake Walker, sulking by himself...what an unexpected surprise.” Leo’s tone was dripping with sarcasm. “You look like you could use something stronger than beer.” Leo pulled out a bottle of whiskey and two shot glasses.

“No thanks, I usually stay away from the hard stuff.”

“Have you tried this? Come on, I think you’ll like it.” Leo poured them each a shot. Drake took the shot and immediately started coughing. Leo laughed and poured him another shot. “The second one usually goes down easier than the first. Lets try this again.”

Drake downed the second shot. “It burns less this time. I guess it doesn’t taste so bad.”

“So you want to talk about whatever has you down?” Drake shook his head no. “Good because I really didn’t want a listen, but maybe I can cheer you up another way. Hey Sophie come here.” Leo motioned over a pretty blonde girl about Leo’s age. “Sophie, this is Drake, my brother’s best friend and guest of honor number two. He needs some cheering up.”

“Hi Drake. You are pretty cute...are you 18 yet?”

“Yep. Have been for half a year.” Drake replied, oblivious at the time as to why this was relevant. He still wasn’t really up for conversation, but she kept talking and he didn’t ask her to leave. Before he knew it, she was asking Drake to take her back to his room. He was sober enough to realize what was happening, but drunk enough to not care that it was an impulsive decision. They passed back through the room where the group was still playing drinking games. Out of the corner of his eye, Drake saw Liam watching him walk out with Sophie. He didn’t dare turn back to check the expression on Liam’s face. It was better not to know.

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