#we go straight from the wedding to the you-know-what in BASICALLY ONE CHAPTER

[dreamwritesimagines]

Enamored Extra Scene - 15

[Set in : After chapter 36]

Warnings: Explicit language, drinking, Regency era social norms, mentions of sex

“Remind me again why we are meeting here instead of the gentlemen’s club?”

“Oh come on now,” Anthony told Elias as the barkeep brought three bottles and two glasses to their table.  “You had me drink that god awful wine before your wedding, I have to pay back the favor.”

Elias eyed the bottles suspiciously. “Jesus Christ, what is in them?”

Anthony grinned and wiggled his brows.

“Three words, my friend,” he said, holding up three fingers. “Oxford. Christmas. Holiday.”

A look of realization dawned on Elias’s face and he groaned, slipping a little in his chair.

“Oh God no…”

“Simon went straight home, you and I stopped by an inn before getting to London,” Anthony said. “And decided to get drunk.”

“Mm, couple hours before you left me to go upstairs with a lady of the night?”

“I left you with a lady as well, I didn’t leave you alone.” Anthony corrected him. “But before all that, we came up with quite literally the worst drink combination in the world to get drunk faster.”

“Anthony, I was still drunk when we got to London man,” Elias said. “We had to stop the carriage five times on the way so that we could throw up.”

“Yeah yeah—what was the recipe again?”

Elias heaved a sigh. “Quarter glass of ale, quarter brandy and rum for the rest of the glass.”

Anthony chuckled and started pouring the ale into the glasses before putting down the bottle and grabbing the brandy again. Elias let out a whine, eyeing him as he filled the rest of the glass with rum and pushed the glass in his direction.

“On one hand, if I die of poisoning I would be leaving Cece a widow,” Elias commented. “On the other hand if you die, you can’t marry my sister.”

Anthony nodded. “Sounds about right.”

“Cheers then,” Elias said and clinked his glass with his, then took a sip and groaned. Anthony took a huge sip as well and grimaced, clearing his throat.

“Jesus, this is terrible.”

“I feel like this is worse than that wine,” Elias said before taking another sip again. “Good thing is, we’re going to get drunk very soon so we won’t even notice it.”

“Mm hm.” The drink burned Anthony’s throat as he took another sip and leaned back. “Better work fast.”

“I heard you told my sister to hire a third seamstress.” Elias said, making Anthony shrug his shoulders.

“She wants a long veil.”

“Oh I know,” Elias said. “She basically woke up talking about that thing, and didn’t stop until Aunt Lavinia said ‘Go tell Anthony about it’. Didn’t think she would just say “Alright!” and leave the breakfast table right at that second though.”

Anthony chuckled, that familiar warmth filling his chest.

“And I certainly didn’t think your solution would be that,” Elias said. “One would think you can’t say no to her even before the wedding.”

Anthony tilted his head. “Is this coming from the man who bought his wife a museum as a wedding gift because she liked a painting there?”

Elias snapped his fingers. “You make a good point,” he said. “Still waiting for the paperwork. By the way, I can help you with your wedding gift if you want.”

Anthony waved a hand in the air. “I already handled it.”

“Oh, what did you get her?”

“A house.”

“By the countryside?”

“In Paris.”

Elias blinked a couple of times. “You bought her a house in Paris,” he repeated and Anthony nodded.

“Yeah, she loves it there,” he said. “I figured she’d like one for when we visit.”

Elias gawked at him, then raised his glass slightly. “Well thought.”

“Thanks,” Anthony said and took a huge sip, then sat up straight. “Alright, are you ready?”

“Hm?”

“You know why I brought you here right?”

“Aside from poisoning me?” Elias grinned. “I do have a guess, but you should ask me either way.”

“Will you be my best man?”

Elias heaved a dramatic sigh.

“You know historically speaking, best man’s duty was to defend the groom if someone attacked him?” he said. “Or get involved if someone tried to stop the wedding?”

“Mm hm.”

“I’m the one who might attack you during the wedding in order to stop it from taking place,” Elias pointed at himself. “Goes against the whole point.”

“Your father might attack me or try to stop the wedding as well,” Anthony stated. “It’s not just you.”

“True that, he still doesn’t like you.”

Anthony tilted his head. “Eli.”

Elias smiled before rolling his eyes.

“Fine,” he said. “Assuming my father will be walking her down the aisle, I’d be honored to be your best man.”

Anthony let out a chuckle and clinked his glass with his. “Thank you.”

“I still cannot believe this,” Elias grumbled. “I was serious about her living with us after marriage, you know.”

“That’s not going to happen,” Anthony said and thought for a moment, then took a huge sip of his drink, then motioned at Elias to do the same.

“Hm?”

“You’re going to want to be at least tipsy for what I’m about to say to you.”

“Why?”

Anthony put his glass on the table. “First of all, I want you to know that I do not want to have this conversation with you either.”

“What?”

“…Someone needs to talk to her, Elias.”

“Talk to my sister?” Elias asked. “About?”

Anthony raised his brows and shot him a look, and as soon as it dawned on Elias he made a face.

“Are you trying to make me punch you?”

“Not really.”

“You will only hold hands after the wedding, I forbid anything else—”

“I’m serious,” Anthony cut him off. “Your mother apparently didn’t get the chance and she doesn’t know.”

“And how exactly do you know that she doesn’t know?” Elias asked tersely and Anthony heaved a sigh.

“Are you going to listen to me or do you want to be dramatic first?”

Elias threw his hands up and motioned at him. “Anthony, you’re talking about—”

“I know she's your sister and I know I'd want to punch any suitor of my sisters if they wanted to have a conversation with me about this,” Anthony said. “However, I love her so I can take a punch after you hear me out because this is important.”

“No promises on the punching but alright.” Elias grumbled. “Go ahead I guess.”

“I don’t want her to walk into that room clueless or worse; scared out of her mind because of some gossip she might hear at the wedding breakfast,” he said. “And I would have explained it myself but—”

“You will do no such thing, you’re not even married yet! I swear to God…”

“But as far as I’m told,” Anthony continued as if Elias hadn’t interrupted him. “It’s better if she hears it from a woman first. Tell Cecily or your aunt,” he paused for a moment and made a face. “Or I suppose I can tell my mother but I do not want to have that conversation unless I have no other choice.”

Elias downed his glass and shook his head, then poured some brandy into his glass.

“I’m going to pretend this isn’t about my sister and tell you my feelings on the subject at large,” he muttered. “I don’t think mothers are the best bet here.”

“Why?”

“I told Cecily before her mother did.”

Anthony tilted his head. “Seriously?”

“Yeah.”

“For the first time?”

“Mm hm.”

“I mean I figured she had an idea, considering how you two were back in Stormview but…”

“Yeah and it’s a good thing I told her before her mother, that woman was about to scar my beloved for life.” Elias took a huge sip of his brandy. “Apparently she told Cecily that it’s a chore that had to be performed throughout the marriage but she could just lie there and focus on something else if it got too unpleasant.”

Anthony grimaced. “Ouch.”

“Cecily asked me the next day if we were doing something wrong because it did not match her mother’s description so as I said, mothers might not be the best idea now to think of it. Apparently they tend to give wrong information.”

“Or no information. Don’t you remember what happened to…” Anthony snapped his fingers. “Morris and his bride? Her mother let that poor girl marry him without any explanation of what would happen, then—”

“She rode back to her parents’ house and asked for an annulment on the wedding night because he wanted to take her gown off,” Elias finished his sentence for him.

“Exactly.”

“Jesus Christ, I guess it could’ve been worse,” Elias scoffed and shook his head. “But I still cannot believe you have the audacity—”

“Just tell Cecily to talk to her,” Anthony interrupted him. “Please.”

Elias gritted his teeth and nodded as Anthony downed his drink to fill it again.

“This conversation never happened,” Elias motioned between them and Anthony raised his glass.

“I forgot about it already.”

“Good,” Elias said. “Now, do you want me to tell you more about how much my father hates you or do you need to finish your drink first?”

#enamored extra scene

[nemiepaezgavira]

Loving Your Everything

Chapter 1

"One can only look past someone's flaws for so long, and trust me on this, you'll soon grow tired of him too", I said, looking straight into my soon-to-be-married best friend's eyes.

Amanda rolled her eyes. "Not again with this this bullshit", I could see this was starting to get to her nerves. "You're my best friend, Mandy, and the last thing I want for you is to be trapped in a marriage where you WILL eventually lose interest and be miserably stuck in", I insisted. "Look, Kaden isn't like other guys, he's different", Amanda said, her eyes sparkling with love as she spoke about him. "You said the same for Wes, Bjorn, Norman, Sander and who else? Basically all your exes", I said, trying to make her see sense. It wasn't like I disliked Kaden, it was just thart i couldn't imagine Amanda being married to a guy she'd met, 8 months ago.

"Just stop looking at him like my fiance and look at him as your friend for a second. He's kind, loving, and is okay with every single one of my flaws. He's the one, I know it,so please trust me on this one, okay?"

I sighed. "You better not come to me after your fights though, I don't want to hear no stories about your 3 hour fights and what he said about your mother". "I won't", Amanda said, smiling ear to ear.

I so wanted to be happy for her. I knew what I was saying was hurting her, but I simply couldn't help it, and I cursed myself for it. Just because two messed up people in my life couldn't make their marriage function normally, didn't necessarily mean every other couple in the world was destined for the same. And with the wedding date drawing closer, the sooner I'd get it into my thick head, the better. 

"Hey! Watch it!!", Amanda shouted, pulling me out of my thoughts . I looked looked up from my smoothie to see a guy being chased down the street by a mob of girls. "Some Pop Star?", I asked, taking a sip. "Seems like it, look they ruined my outfit", Amanda groaned, showing me the coffee stained skirt. "I'll go to the washroom, wait for me and don't leave without me", She said, quickly getting up and rushing inside the cafe. "You're driving, so I haven't got much choice", I mumbled, pulling out my phone. There were 6 messages from my parents asking when I'd come home. I huffed. There was no way, I'd ever return to that hellhole.

I deleted them, just as another message popped up. "William", I groaned, opening the text to see a screenshot of a section of yet another fight he'd had with his girlfriend.

*you never learn, and this is on you, I'm not helping you anymore*

I angrily typed and hit send.

William was the first person I'd met in Spain, who wanted to be my friend from the get go, but it may have had something to do with me finding him knocked out by his girlfriend after a fight, behind the dumpster of the cafe where we worked.

*Babe, don't do this to me, not right now* He wrote back

*I don't care, I've told you to get over with that abusive psycho for weeks now"

*Fine, we'll see about it later, but can you please come over? My nose is bleeding like it's on a period, bring some tampons for it*

I groaned heavily. "What's up?", Amanda asked, wiping her skirt with a tissue, the stain almost invisible. If there's something special about that girl, it's the fact that she cleans up better than any professional cleaner in the world. "William", I stated, picking up the shopping bags. "Not again", She replied, throwing her head back in exasperation. "That's William for you",I sighed, paying the bill. "Chop chop, let's get moving".

William's relationship with Lily had been a topic for eye rolling and constant groaning for the longest time. She was wild, he was calm and it seemed as like, though they both knew they weren't good for each other, they kept getting back for more. The toxicity of their relationship could be smelt from miles away. Lily wasn't necessarily a bad person, but she had this victim mentality which she'd use to abuse people around her and then make them feel bad for somehow "crossing" her, in the first place.

"Stay here, I'll get them", Mandy said, parking the car in front of a pharmacy and getting out.

At this point, everyone around Will and Lily knew about them and their hardcore toxic love. This only made things worse because it seemed like they enjoyed the attention and worried calls they'd receive. They were equally destructive for each other yet refused to separate.

"Okay, band aids, bandages, antiseptic cream, cold pack, antiseptic wipes, anything else I'm missing anything?"

"His mom's number on speed dial in case it's more serious than he's leading on"

"I mean, how do the first aid items get over so fast? it's like he's fighting a bull every day or something"

"Isn't he?", I said, a smile threatening to break out.

"Ridiculous, but we're his only surviving friends so", Amanda stated, looking into my eyes dead serious, before we both broke out in peals of uncontrollable laughter.

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A true home (The hobbit Fanfic)

Chapter 6

Kate's Pov

It was absolute chaos. There were dwarves everywhere. They were taking all the food out of the pantry and we just brought that. Not to mention, Ren is going to get hangry soon.

I stood out of the way as Dad tried to stop them. I'm surprised I haven't fallen yet. As I walked to where the girls were, one of the dwarves pushed past me and knocked me over. I closed my eyes and braced myself to meet the floor but strong arms wrapped around my waist. I opened my eyes and looked up to see Fili holding me to his chest.

I blushed like crazy. He helped me stand up straight and I thanked him before turning and walking quickly to my sisters.

"Ooh la la, someone's got a crush on a certain blonde haired dwarf. Do I hear wedding bells? Can we be the bridesmaids?"

Lilith kept smirking at me while Renée hummed the bride's march. I hit them at the back of their heads and told them to shut up. We looked at the dwarves and sighed at the mess they were making. That's gonna be a lot of food to clean up. We just leaned against the wall and watched them act like animals but it was pretty funny.

Renée leaned against me and I knew that she was done with socialising for the next few days. Balin looked at us with a 'why aren't you eating' look and we just mouthed that we didn't want to disturb them. He just chuckled and waved us over, showing the space next to us.

I informed the girls and we manoeuvred our way to where he was and sat next to him. Since Ren and Lilith already ate, I got some meat and salad because I didn't feel like eating too much. I finished my food rather quickly and looked around the table. Balin introduced us to all of them and vice versa. They were very sweet and kind to us.

"So you are Mr Baggins daughter. How did you meet these two?"

Gloin asked, causing everyone to look at us. I looked at Renée because she's the best person to handle this.

Renée's POV

"Well that's a story. Let's hope my brain wont shut down this time. Kat lost her mom when she was two and Bilbo thought she was dead but really she was taken to an orphanage. My family adopted her a year later. But all good things come to an end. My parents died in an accident, causing my older brother, Kate and I to go to the orphanage where we stayed for two years. Lilith's mom then adopted us when Kat, I and my brother, Tommy, were 9 and we lived with her until we were around 20. But then just last year she passed away so yeah that's our story. Been together since we were 6."

I explained as I held Kate and Lilith's hand. Lilith looked down when I spoke of Mama's death. She still hasn't gotten over it.

"And you brother. What happened to him?"

Ori asked. I looked down, letting a single drop before wiping it and looked at them.

"He was killed when we were 18. He was walking home from work when someone threatened him with a knife and tried to mug him but when he refused, the guy stabbed him and ran. He left Tommy bleeding out on the floor in an alleyway. We found out a few hours later."

Kate was trying to keep herself together but I know she was having lots of trouble but that was the last straw for Lilith. She got up and left. It was too much for her.

Lilith and Tommy were very close. Hearing us talk about him hits a nerve because she hasn't gotten over it. She wanted to kill the guy responsible. After we lost Tommy, we all gave up a bit. Lily sorted doing weed and drinking, basically anything you can think of so numb the pain, Kate stopped eating and lost her spark.

Hell, she even stopped drawing and slept until 11 in the morning. I began self harming and staying in my room. My marks slipped and I slept all day. Mama couldn't handle that so she did everything she tried to stop our unhealthy habits.

She managed to help me get help after I was found lying on the floor, bleeding out from cutting my wrists and attempting suicide. It also seemed to make Kate realise the situation so she got back into art but she isn't eating as much as she should have. Lilith was the only one who just ignored mama and kept doing drugs and drinking. She even began sleeping around and having one-night stands which we didn't comment on because we didn't really mind that just as long as she was being careful and safe.

It was only after mama got sick that she stopped. She does smoke but not as much as before and she cooled down on the drinking. After we lost mom, she was tempted to go back to her old habits but we stopped her. Her death is still so painful for us so we aren't really over it. But we're trying and that's what is important.

All of the dwarves just looked at us with sombre looks but we have accepted our reality. Kate and I excused ourselves so we could check on Lilith and we found her sitting in the living room. She looked at us.

"I'm feeling a lot better, you two. I just needed to get out. It was a bit too stuffy. I promise I didn't do anything. I just had a smoke."

She got up and walked to us, pulling us into a hug. We returned it and pulled away before doing a special handshake that we had. We walked back to where Bilbo was and let's just say he was pissed. He was complaining about the dwarves to Gandalf. Ori then came up to me.

"Sorry, I hate to interrupt, but where should I put my plate?"

Fili then came up to him.

"Oh here you go Ori. Here, give it to me."

He then threw it at Kili who caught it while having a pipe in his hand and threw it into the kitchen.

We looked at the stack of clean dishes and over mouths flew open,

"What the actual fuck? That was so cool. You gotta teach us. Imagine how quickly we'd get the dishes down. Ooh I can see it now."

Lilith was literally fangirling but she's got a point. That was fucking brillant. Gandalf laughed at our childishness. We then heard a knock on the door. The entire room became stiff and serious and we all looked at the door.

"He's here" 

Oh boy. Here we go. Lets just hope Lily doesn't try to kill the guy. Not like the dwarves will allow that. This is gonna be interesting. The last thing I need is having to bury someone's body in the back yard because Lily couldn't control herself. Plus we read the book ad watched the movies so we know what's going to happen but even now its still feels like we never know what's going to happen. I just need to remember that I cant fall in love with Kili. I cant risk ruining the events of the story. Besides we were brought here for a reason and I think I know exactly what it is. I just pray to God or whoever the fuck is up there, that we wont fail because I don't think I can handle anymore death. 

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[bitterseaproduction]

Me again, thanks for the answer. It was a thought on a possible birthday drabble for grandlovescheme :) If you like supernatural Daemyra you should check out her chats in ask. But okay, I love that you said that about rejection. Because I think Rhaenyra understands, but I also think that it really did feel like a rejection to her all the same. And I think that hurt is still there. Yes, he did finally spend the night with her but he still never said he wants to marry her. I know why he didn't but I'm sure she still has that doubt that goes back over ten years that mirrors does he want me/does he want to marry me. And I like how you layer all that. At the dinner she told everyone, including him she never wanted to marry again. I'm sure she understood what she said to her father and to Daemon himself about her true feelings. And even though time has passed I really doubt Daemon even said anything about her decision. Which would lend more into the doubts she has. I guess I hope one day she gets to hear him say all the things she has needed to hear to really heal, for so long. My question is more of a thought I had reading your last update than an actual straight forward question I guess. I was thinking as I was reading about the favor that it's wonderful they both worked together for Helena and for their goals. But a small part of me wondered if part of the conversation we didn't see was them hinting each other about him asking for her favor. Like alluding to that he would have if not for them having a plan. I don't think he would have actually. But I do think it could have been a light moment for them to wish and, what if for a moment. I'm sure Rhaenyra thought about it when she talked to him, even if she won't say it to him. Maybe after she thanks him for agreeing to did it. Daemon could have said something like Perhaps I could/would have asked for another favor were this not a plan. And Rhaenyra sad wistful moment that they need not wonder about that now.

Hello! Absolutely, apologies for the delay in replying this time.

And yes, I ended up talking out Daemon's motivations with a friend of mine a while back and it really comes down to this is the same guy who walked into almost certain death in the Stepstones rather than accept help from his brother, who walked away (albeit temporarily) when Viserys denied him Rhaenyra, who did not follow through when Rhaenyra goaded him on at her wedding despite being willing to spill blood to free himself to wed. He clearly wants Rhaenyra, but he has so many hang-ups over his brother and is not TRULY willing to turn over the boat himself, just rock it now and then, that if they have to go through Viserys to be together, it would inevitably be a problem.

And as you say, Rhaenyra knows it. And it stings that she knows he wants her just as much as she wants him, but his resentment (and yes, love) of his brother is just that great. And I plan to tackle it directly more later, but I love the dichotomy of rebellion and loyalty to family in Daemon. I sincerely think there's no one alive who places more importance on what it means to be of House Targaryen during The Dance than Daemon himself, and The Thing he did presumably coming next season only amplifies that belief.

But as to your question-thought, I think you are quite on the money. I didn't deep-consider the conversation that happened (and I imagine there will be more of that sort of thing as the story starts to speed up in the next leg) BUT the chapter where Rhaenyra & Daemon chat on the way to the council meeting is pretty much who I imagine them interacting now, light and affectionate with a lot of unsaid meaning (like Daemon basically implying he's not sleeping with anyone else by saying he doesn't attend brothels now).

I've probably rambled enough, but yes, I basically give a full blessing on that favor take. :)

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Royal Ravka University Chapter 8: Alina Starkov

Eight:

Alina Starkov

            Mal’s date for shipping out to basic training had been pushed. Which meant it was a week after she had started college. Alina had decided to let him stay in her dorm. Since she was under a special scholarship from the university, she’d been given a private room. The better for studying. Of course, now that she had put two and two together about who had made the scholarship possible, she wasn’t sure if that was the actual reason or not. She still clenched her thighs together and flushed every time she thought about what they did in the lecture hall.

            Although since that first class, he had been on strangely good behavior. He treated her like any normal student. He ignored her. Which was exactly what she wanted. Alina didn’t want him thinking that she would get weak in the knees over him like some simpering school girl. Regardless of if that was what she actually was.

            The two of them were sitting on the floor of her bedroom, eating Shu-han takeout food straight from the cartons.

            “So,” said Mal, “I got a strange offer.”

            Alina raised an eyebrow. “What kind of offer?”

            “It seems that the prince is looking for a new security guard. They need to be part of the military, and close to his age. My recruitment officer thought that I might be good for it because I fit the profile. If that were the case, I’d be going to school with you…”

            Alina looked at him. “Wait, as…as an undercover student?”

            He nodded. “I’d have to take all of the same classes as him. No one would know who I was except for him and the faculty.”

            Alina poked anxiously at her food. Mal staying instead of being shipped off to saints knew where should have made her happy. Except, if he were taking the same classes as Nikolai, that would put him in her classes with Aleksander. She could only imagine what would happen if Mal found out what had happened between the two of them….

            “Mal, are you sure you’re not just considering this because you’re worried that I won’t be able to take care of myself?” she said instead.

            Mal furrowed his brows together. “You don’t want me to go to school with you? I thought you didn’t like the idea of me enlisting. This way, we could still be together.”

            “I know,” said Alina, “but you’d still be enlisted…and…I’m just now finding my own independence. I would love for you to change your mind but Nikolai Lantsov isn’t exactly an easy security target. He’s a high-profile royal. Second in line for the throne. If you were with him as his security guard, you’d be in danger every minute.”

            Mal rolled his eyes. “I’m going to be a soldier. I’ll be in danger every moment once I ship off.”

            “But if you’re here and something happens, I’ll see it. I don’t think I’ll be able to live with myself if something happens to you and I’m not able to do something.”

            Mal sighed. “You don’t, by chance, have a crush on Nikolai do you?”

            Alina laughed. “Don’t be ridiculous. He’s a manwhore. Not my type. Besides, I thought we decided a long time ago that we were just going to be friends.”

            “You decided,” said Mal, “I’ve been planning our wedding since we were kids. I thought it could be in the summer, in Novyi Zem. Somewhere on a beach.”

            She rolled her eyes and took a bite of her food. “Yes, because that’s my favorite thing in the world…”

            “Where would you have it?” Mal asked.

            She shrugged. “I don’t know. I never really thought about getting married. Anyway, it won’t matter. You’ll meet some pretty girl when you’re off at basic training and have a gaggle of children and I’ll be your poor, artist friend that lives in the attic.”

            Mal rolled his eyes. “I don’t think so. I think Aleksander’s going to try and take you from me.”

            She made a face. “You’re being dramatic. Besides, I do have a say in the things that happen to me. Or have you forgotten?”

            He shook his head. “No. I haven’t forgotten. I just…worry. You’ll be here all alone with him. You don’t even know the kind of person he is.”

            “I’m not naïve, Mal. I haven’t made it this far on my own without thinking for myself. Besides, who was the one that kept the bullies away from you at the orphanage?”

            He sighed, and ran a hand over his buzz cut. “You.” He gloomily took a bite of his food. Alina smiled and nudged him.

            “That’s right. Anyway…I think we’ve relied on each other a little too long. It’s time for the two of us to have some adventures on our own.”

            “Right.” He took a sip of the soda he had in his hand. “You’ll wait for me, then?”

            She rolled her eyes. “Not on your life. But…I’ll be here when you get back, yeah?”

            “Yeah, okay,” he said. He kissed her on the cheek. “Just promise me I won’t come back and find you with the last name ‘Morozova’. I might have to kill someone… and think of the family scandal that would cause.”

            Alina huffed. “Oh, please. I’m not interested in your…nephew.” She winced at the word. “That still sounds weird to say.”

            “Trust me, I know,” said Mal, “although it is great fun to piss him off when I correct people about it. He gets all mad and sputters. He’s not exactly the sputtering kind, Aleksander. It’s quite refreshing.”

            She laughed. “I bet. Anyway, you want to watch a movie?”

            “Sounds good. Can I pick?”

            “I suppose so, since you’re going off and being the gallant soldier tomorrow…”

            “Gallant, eh?” Mal waggled his eyebrows. “I like the sound of that.”

            “Now you’re just being cocky.”

            “I like the sound of it too. So, something with Vin Diesel in it?”

            “You’re the absolute worst!”

            He laughed, and they spent the rest of the night binging shows, and eating until their stomachs were full. In the morning, Alina took him to the train station.

            “You’ll write, won’t you?” he asked.

            “Of course. Take care of yourself.” She stood on tip toe to kiss him on the cheek, but before she could stop him, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled her close, and swooped in for a kiss.

            Mal grinned impishly at her when he pulled away. “Something to remember me by, yeah?”

            “Off with you, then.” She rolled her eyes and shoved him off onto the train. He waved at her from the window, and she waved back.

            When she got home, she found a note on her dorm room door.

            Dear Miss Starkov,

            We regret to inform you that do to a shortage in the university budget, the funding for your housing has been pulled. You have until the end of the month to remove yourself from the premises or you will be evicted.

            Regretfully,

            Dean Ivan Kaminsky

            Alina let out a very loud shriek when she saw the letter. She knew why it had happened. And she was going to kill him for it.

#shadow and bone #shadow and bone fanfic #shadow and bone fic #shadow and bone fanfiction #darklina #darklina fic #darklina fanfic #darklina fanfiction

[dragonfly92]

OLD FAMILY FRIEND CHAPTER SIX

They had finally after an hour of driving arrived at the airport the guys had gotten the bags out of the boot, also Pat was sweet enough to get Harper's wheelchair out of the boot seeing as she couldn't smoke her weed for the pain she would have to use a wheelchair which makes a big help for her, Joe had offered to push her which she very much appreciated as they was an official couple after Joe finally plucked up the courage to ask her out and she said Yes straight away without any hesitation everyone in the group of friends was over the moon and extremely happy for them the only people single in the group was Sarah, Andy and Jinxx but that was alright because both Sarah and Andy had just both come out of very long relationships, but of course they do like each other but they just needed time.

Once they had all gotten into the airport Andy is with Sarah having a conversation whilst laughing then Rose comes up beside Sarah stopping the group from going any further which confuses Sarah that is until Rose speaks up saying, "Well now we are at LAX airport we have some birthday gifts that we've got for you it's to do with the surprise so first thing first here you go it basically gives away where we are going so happy birthday." She hands Sarah a gift which of course she thanks and starts opening, when she had seen what the gift was has a huge grin on her face and speaks up asking them, "Wait are we going where I think we're going?"

ALL OF THE GIRLS MINNIE MOUSE EARS

It was Harper that speaks up saying, "Yeah we are so Happy Birthday but there's something else you should know we're going for two weeks and it's not just us but there's gonna be a few other people and you might want to turn around because here's your other present." She turns around and as soon as she sees the people that was going with them she had a huge grin on her face seeing as one of the people was someone that she hadn't seen for two years and others she hadn't seen for a few years her big sister and her friends, she started getting emotional leaving her suitcase behind running to her sister who was doing the same and of course the whole group was watching with smiles on their faces, girls have a few tears happy tears of course.

Once they was closer had the biggest hug possible whilst both getting emotional but again it was happy tears, once separated she notices that there's an engagement ring on her finger she has a surprised look on her face that is until Melissa speaks up saying, "Yeah we've got some catching up to do baby sis but right now I am sorry to hear about what happened between you and Kellin lets just say I'm glad he isn't here otherwise me and him would be having a few chose words but does it seem like you might've moved on already with a certain singer that you've been friends with since like you was 6 years old?" Then Hannah who is standing next to Melissa speaks up saying, "She's right you know plus you two would make a cute couple." 

Sarah notices that Hannah has a ring on her finger and speaks up saying, "Wait hang on a second are you and CC married, when did that happen?" Hannah smiles saying, "Well it happened last year to be honest it was in the moment kind of thing it was just me, CC and his parents don't worry when we renew our vows in a few years time we will invite all of you guys that is a promise." Sarah laughs a little saying "Well I will you to that promise but to be honest I am happy for you guys so congratulations to you both." They both hug and Hannah speaks up saying, "Well thank you that means alot to the both of us and yeah had a feeling you would."

HANNAH'S RINGS

CC'S WEDDING RING

Sarah turns her head looking in the direction of the group mainly Andy who are all walking in their direction she smiles and then turns her attention back to her sister saying, "Actually I'm not seeing anyone well not right now anyways we have decided to focus on ourselves before committing to any relationships but speaking of relationship when did you and Lonny get engaged?" She smiles saying, "Well I am proud of you both for doing that and well it was not last year but the year before on new years eve it was so romantic oh also I already know who I want as my maid of honor."

Sarah smiles but lets Mel speak up and she says, "Well there is no one else I want to be my maid of honor than my own baby sister, so will you do me the honor of being my maid of honour, wow that is a lot of times in one sentence to say those words, so is that a yes?" She speaks up saying, "Yes I would love too." That causes Mel to have a huge grin on her face and they both embrace with big hugs after a little while the whole group is joined together also turns out that Mel and Lonny aren't the only two engaged but also Jessica and Jake was as well but for longer of course, they had already booked a date for their wedding turns out it will be in a few months so the girls would be bridesmaids so they would go dress shopping once they got back from their disney trip.

It was now time for the big group of twelve friends to get on the plane seeing as it would take them about 36 hours, of course they was in first class but to them it didn't matter where they was, to them it was about having fun on their two week holiday, once they had found their seats it was time to go up in the air of course Sarah was sitting with her big sister Mel along with the other girls whilst the guys was behind them all the girls of course was wearing their Minnie Mouse ears deciding on what to do once they land, whilst the guys was talking about other things like what rides they would go or on, also wouldn't go on but every now and the girls would also talk about Jess and Jake's wedding seeing as it was only a few months away.

Of course Jess had picked out her dress and Jake has picked out the suit also choosing his groomsmen which of course was Andy, Jinxx, CC and Lonny seeing as they was his best friends as for best man he had chosen Andy the others completely understood, the other reason was because the best man and maid of honor would walk down the aisle together  also clear that everyone can see that there are some feelings there but their also understand not to get involved, which both Sarah and Andy very much appreciated the whole group was of course excited not only  about the trip but also the big wedding that was happening in a few months time.

[redmont-fief]

(flanagan is the one driving)

#LISTEN #we go straight from the wedding to the you-know-what in BASICALLY ONE CHAPTER #ok so like #when i was a kid i had the first 3 books #in early 2019 i was like 'wait these books are rlly good' #so i LITERALLY bought and read all the remaining books in like 2 weeks #so when i say that the contrast between the first series and The Royal Ranger hit me like a truck I MEAN IT #In my mind RA is one series and RR is like a very elaborate semi-canon spin-off series sorry #flanagan #Rangers Apprentice #Ranger's Apprentice #The Royal Ranger

[marvelcriminalhoe]

The Vampire Kings Religion

Soft Dark! Vampire King! Steve Rogers x Human! Religious! Reader

Chapter 10

Series Warnings: Soft dark Steve, obsessive/possessive behavior, forced marriage, talks of blood, talks of feeding, death, eventual smut, eventual kinks, +18 minors DNI, maybe a little bit of dubious consent idk yet. This will be a soft DARK story so read at your own will.

AN: This chapter is pretty boring, but we learn about the past and how the church really is. But the next chapter is the wedding !!! with smut !!! and something dark !!!! so be prepared for that. It will make up for this boring chapter lol

word count: 2,298

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After that morning of early sexual escapades, Steve became much more gentle and affectionate with you. It was like some sort of bond was formed and he took pride in making you fall apart underneath him. He was still controlling towards your actions, but he was far more gentle, and you have far more freedom here than what you had back home in the human village. You were starting to actually enjoy your time in the palace. You’ve grown closer to Nat and Wanda, spending most of your time with the vampire and witch. You steered clear from most everyone else, especially Bucky. It wasn't that he was outwardly mean to you, but you knew he didn't like you, the glare he always sent you before Nat would elbow him was evident of that.

Right now, you were in Steve’s library, reading one of the old novels you found, when someone comes in, drawing your attention from the page. You look up to see the brunette vampire and his brooding nature walk towards you, taking a seat across from you. You close your book, sitting up straight to look at him properly, “Can I— Can I help you?” Your voice comes out weaker than you had intended and a bit shaky. You’ve never spent alone time with him and he scares you a bit.

Bucky just grunts at you, rolling his eyes. He studies you for a moment as you try and not to shrink in on yourself. “Look.” He says, “I don’t like you.”

“I gathered that.” You tell him. He pauses, a small smirk on his face, you caught him off guard with your little quip. “I don’t like you.” He says again, “But-“ He adds before you can interrupt, “It’s come to my attention that I haven't really given you a chance. And since you're going to marry my best friend in a week, and since my wife has basically adopted you, I thought we should,” He waves his hands around, “Get to know one another.”

“Nat is making you do this, isn't she?” You question. His smirk widens, “See, we’re already on our way.”

The next few minutes are awkward, and weird, and silent. Both of you just staring at one another, not really having anything to say. Finally, you break it with, “Why don’t you like me?”

“You’re human.” He says as if that makes sense.

You raise an eyebrow at him, “So were you. That’s not an excuse.” “No, it’s just not a good one.” He shrugs. Bucky sighs, “I’m just not a fan of the church and the people involved with the church.”

“Why?” You question him.

“Do you believe in the teachings?” He questions back.

You shrug, “I suppose I do. I grew up with them. Heard the stories of how horrible we were treated. How humans were hunted and killed by the monsters.”

“And you believe them?” He questions you again.

“I’ve never had a reason not to. Why would they lie? Why would my father lie?” You shake your head.

He looks at you for a moment before he hums, “Steve said you didn't know.”

“Didn’t know what?”

“What they’ve done.” He states. Your eyebrows drop down into a frown.

What is he talking about? The church is good. The church watches out for the innocent humans, making sure we survive in this world full of beasts. Makes sure we don’t get lost in their way of life, their way of sin.

You look over at Bucky, “What do you mean, what they've done?”

“Are you sure you want to know?” He questions you, and truthfully, no, you aren't sure you want to know, but you're also tired of not knowing everything thats around you. Since being in the palace, around Steve, the small freedoms you've been given, so different from the prison you had at home, you want more. You need more. “Yes.”

25 years ago

Bucky is walking around the villages, trying to scope out the surroundings. The palace has been given reason to believe something sinister is going on, various creatures have been going missing, never to be seen by their loved ones again. Steve asked Bucky to go look around, try and find anything that aligns with what might be going on.

As he starts walking through the human village, Bucky feels the hairs on the back of his head rise, something feels off. But before he has the chance to leave, a prick in his neck, Wolfsbane, his mind supplies for him, an illegal plant to grow and produce, as everything in his vision goes black.

When he comes to, his wrists are locked in silver, burning the skin it’s touching. He feels weak, the Wolfsbane still in his system. He knows he’s underground somewhere, it’s dark, musty, and the only smells he can take in are human. He spends hours chained the wall until a group of human men come down.

They spend the night torturing him with silver knives, scaring his perfect skin for all of eternity, screaming out for the pain to end. He’s never endured anything like this. The cuts run down his left shoulder, down his arm, to his hand. The smell of his blood fills his senses. At some point he passes out and he doesn't think he’ll wake again.

But he does. He wakes to soft hands touching his face and the smell of blood still in the air, though this time, it’s not his blood. He opens his eyes to see a young girl staring at him with worried eyes. She's cut her palm and is holding it out for him to drink from. He does. After he gains some strength back, he watches as the young girl unlocks the chains on his wrists. He falls to the ground with a loud thud, pushing the girl away when she tries to help him up.

“I’m sorry.” She whispers to him.

He stares up at her, wondering if this is part of the plan. Send this young girl down here to give him strength before they torture him some more. As if sensing his un-trustful thoughts, she speaks up again, “I— I heard you screaming. Why are they doing this to you?”

“Because I’m a vampire.” He rasps out. The young girl shakes her head, “I’m sorry.”

He watches her a little longer, but she doesn't reach out for him again. Bucky slowly stands, still weak and wobbly, steading himself with the wall.

“Their in mass right now, you have to leave before they finish.” She ushers him towards a door, opening it to see some stairs that lead outside.

“Why are you helping me?” He questions her, still having doubt any human here would show him any kindness after what he just endured.

She shrugs as if to deter what she’s doing is as serious as it is, but there is a strong conviction in her young eyes, “Because it’s the right thing to do.”

Bucky makes it out the door, up the stairs, to the fresh air. He doesn't stop as he makes his way out of the human village, only looking back when he crosses the boarder into safe territory.

“I don’t understand.” You tell him, Eyebrows still furrowed down, “Why would they do that to you?”

“Because of what I am.” He says, “Because of what the church believes.”

“No.” You shake your head, not wanting to believe him, “The church wouldn't do that.” Though, you aren't sure you thats the truth.

Bucky raises an eyebrow at you, “Really? You can’t think of anyone at the church that would do something like that? Anyone that hates the creature so much they resort to torturing them and killing them?”

You stay quite, because yes, you can think of someone. Truthfully, you can think of plenty of people at the church that would do something like that. You look over at him, “Why are you telling me all of this? What does this have to do with me?”

Bucky sighs, “That young girl that helped me, she was your mother.”

Your eyes widen in disbelief, “How do you know that?”

“You look just like her.” Bucky scoffs out a laugh. “Your grandfather is the one that tortured me, gave me the scars.” He motions to his mostly covered arm, scars peaking out underneath his long shirt. “He died shortly after that incident. Without him, we couldn't charge the church with anything. Your father took over soon after, marrying your mother, and although his ideals are the same as your grandfathers, nobody was going missing anymore, so we couldn't do anything.”

“I— I’m sorry that happened to you.” You whisper, unsure of what to say, trying to take in everything that you were just told. You don’t know how to feel. You know the church doesn't see the creatures that roam as anything more than vile, heinous begins, but to kidnap and torture them, to kill them in cold blood, you didn't think they would do that. That’s what you are told they do to us.

“Steve thought you deserved to know.” Bucky shrugs, standing from his chair. He looks down at you, a small smirk on his face, “This doesn't mean we’re friends now. I still don't trust you.”

“Noted.” You nod, but you don’t feel as intimidated as before. Bucky leaves the library with a nod, leaving you with the running thoughts in your head. You don’t have to question if he’s telling the truth or not, you know he is.

Your mother had a scar on her palm, one she never said where it came from and you were too young to ask. There’s no way he would know about it. You have questions now, questions, you aren’t sure who has the answers to. You also feel sick. It’s not that you truly believed in the words the church preached, but you still followed them, still expected those around you to follow them. You’ve had this overwhelming guilt and shame running through your veins since that last night at home. You don’t know how to feel now, what to believe, how to act.

Steve’s weakened your convictions so much over the past few weeks you aren’t sure you have any left. That’s only increased the guilt.

How can you turn your back in your religion, your beliefs, so quickly?

How could your religion be so cruel this whole time? How could you not see that?

Where do you go from here?

You don’t leave the library for a few more hours, too busy in your head. When you do leave, walking mindlessly through the halls of the palace, Steve finds you staring up at one of the paintings, the one that reminds you of the view you have from your bedroom window. An open field surrounded by trees, light sprinkling through the branches, small and delicate, like the fairies you used to watch fly around.

“You always come back to this one.” Steve whispers in your ear, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. You jump slightly, though you've come accustomed to him surprising you. He kiss your cheek before resting his chin on your head, staring up at the painting with you.

You hum softly, “It reminds me of the view from my window. So strangely so.”

“Strange indeed.” He speaks softly. He holds you like that for a few more moments, both of you lost in the painting, before he turns you around, chest to chest. He stares into your eyes with what you could mistake as affection, mixed with something darker. “We marry in a week, my darling.” He bends down, capturing your lips in a slow, but hungry, kiss, “And then, you will be my queen.”

You don’t say anything back, letting him rest his forehead on yours and hold you in his arms, letting his hands wander where they want. Your mind is too busy running with your thoughts to focus on anything else. Conflict rising in your mind. Your past beliefs mixing with the new knowledge you've been given. Not knowing which thoughts to focus on, to believe.

The church murdered innocent creatures.

Creatures are vile monsters.

You are going to marry Steve.

Steve is a vile monster.

You are to be queen over these lands.

Queen of the vile monsters.

The church is in the wrong.

The church has only ever done what is right.

Your mother saved a vile monster.

Your mother saved Bucky.

He deserved to be saved.

“The palace was sealed sir.” One of the human boys tells him, walking into his office. “There was no way we could get in without them knowing.”

He doesn't look up from the papers on his desk, “So what is it you have to report then?”

The boy hesitates, “We saw her through the window.”

“And?” He finally looks up at him, eyebrow raised.

“She was— we saw her.” The boy stumbles out his words.

“Speak.” He grunts.

“She was kissing him sir. Willingly. She didn't seem to be rebelling against the king at all.” The boy tells him in a rush.

He leans back in his chair, a frown etched on his face. “Your dismissed.” He grunts. Once he’s alone in his office, he slams his hand down on his desk. She willingly went along with him? Willingly kissed such a vile creature? He should’ve known she would be worthless. Should have known she would be trouble like her mother.

He runs a hand down his face, a smirk forming, a plan forming. Perhaps this is actually a good thing. Two birds with one stone. Perhaps, she’s not as worthless as he thought. No, this could work in his favor after all.

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[justwritedreams]

Kings | Haechan

Chapter Nine: My first and my last

Word count: 4193 Genre: fluff, drama Author: maari Warnings: Haechan and Jeno basically fighting for the reader, mentions of  breastfeeding if that’s a warning for anyone. Note: technically this would be the last chapter but well, know now that I hate endings so I already prepared a fluff epilogue! Summary: You're living a fairy tale with Haechan and your son, until you need to go back to Suyon. Is it time to make peace with the past?

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6 months later and I could say everything was perfect. I was living a fairy tale. Haechan was truly a wonderful man, he was literally an angel. In the last few months, our family has been at the foreground of everything. He was a devoted father and considerate husband, but when he needed to take his place as king he was the most understanding I had ever seen. No wonder Taegoji prospered even more during his reign, or rather, ours. I had already returned to some activities as a queen and at all external events, it was the queen mother who took care of Ji Hoon. Amazingly, we had built a good relationship lately, she was a great grandmother and very different from what I was used to, but by no means was that bad. And I couldn't even complain, I would much rather she spoiled my son than the way she treated me when I arrived in Taegoji. As for Ji Hoon, he was the most amazing kid in the world. Smart and calm, it wasn't difficult for me to get him to adapt to our routine, in addition to being perfectly healthy and receiving affection from the entire nation. The christening had gone the way Haechan and I had planned, the queen mother accepting our decision, she helped me with the preparations and it was an event reserved for those closest to the family, my parents and my sister included. However, a simple invitation shook our perfect world a little. Jeno had sent one to celebrate his one year wedding with Yuna, at first I didn't want to go, I even fought with Haechan about it. However, days later he made me understand that it wasn't like we could refuse anyway. The press would use that kind of news to point the finger in our face and I couldn't let that happen, not after we'd signed the long-awaited deal. Our relationship was supposed to be friendly. But I knew that something was going to happen, Jeno hadn't written Haechan's name, mine and our son's by chance. Haechan agreed, saying that his emotional part was also on a red alert, but that at that moment it shouldn't have that much effect on our actions as king and queen. It would be the perfect occasion to show that the ties between the two kingdoms remained strong, and of course, I would finally visit my home. Also, we had a very important purpose for wanting to visit Suyon and be in front of the king and queen. An exclusive information that would definitely change the course of the two nations. Even though I didn't want to take Ji Hoon on the trip, I couldn't walk away from him for a long time and Haechan assured me that everything would be okay, so I just trusted him. We were ready, taking only two of our guards, I was wearing a long dress in a cream tone with some golden details on the bust, the neckline this time was more open so that I could feed Ji Hoon easier, but because of the Suyon's cold I wore a cape in a light shade of violet and a long sleeve in the same shade as the dress that went up to the elbow. My hair was tied up and the tiara was very tight on my head. We decided not to wear the crown because we were outside our territory. As for Haechan, when I thought he couldn't get over beauty, he did. He was all in black, with a turtleneck, straight pants, and a thick black coat, his hair parted down the middle to expose his forehead, and I figured I loved it when he did his hair like that. As we crossed the border, I felt butterflies in my stomach and an odd feeling that something was going to be closed that day. As if I've come back to close holes in my past. Haechan noticed my discomfort and held my hand that was on top of Ji Hoon in the car seat, I looked at him and smiled nervously. I had arranged with my parents that we would spend the night at their house after the party, having a reason not to take so long. However, the same feeling of dejá vù that I had when Jeno was in Taegoji, I felt when we arrived at the castle. I knew the memories would flood me, it would be very difficult to control them, it wasn't like I had the power to bury them forever even though a long time ago I wanted to. They would always be with me. But somehow, the old me felt so far away, as if ten years had passed since then. Only now, I entered the castle's front door with my son in my arms and my husband with the palm of his hand on my back while the other hand took Ji Hoon's pushchair. I took a deep breath when we entered and I looked at the castle, it was exactly the same as when I left. I felt a shiver down my spine and Haechan approached to speak in my ear. "It's everything ok?" I looked at him, he seems worried. "Yeah, let's get over this." I replied and smiled slightly. He didn't really believe my words and neither did I. But since we were here, we had nowhere to run. It was time to face all that I had run away from. We went to the main hall where the employees announced that the party would take place. Jeno and Yuna were standing at the door and greeting the guests, we waited in line. Meanwhile I analyzed Yuna, it was the first time we would be introduced and I couldn't deny that she was beautiful, her polite smile and imposing posture reminded me of Jeno, it seems they were more alike than they let on. When our turn came, anxiety came along, Jeno was by my side and his eyes hovered over me and down to Ji Hoon who was sleeping heavily on my lap, the rigid expression he carried changed in a matter of seconds, confusion and then realization came next. My heart was pounding wildly and I could feel it against my ribs as he looked me straight in the eyes again, his brow furrowed and his mouth open, unable to say anything. I thought I understood what was going on in his head, as I thought I had almost two years ago, but I convinced myself that I didn't really know him. It felt like an eternity for both of us, but it was actually pretty quick. "Welcome." Yuna spoke up when she saw that Jeno wouldn't and I looked away from him. “Thank you and congratulations on your birthday.” Haechan replied and I felt him staring at me. "Thanks. Please." Yuna pointed into the hall, indicating that we could go inside and Haechan made room for me to go ahead. Breathing unevenly, I passed in front of Jeno without facing him again and Haechan followed shortly after. We exchanged glances, he was suspicious and I was confused, and we went in search of a table while I felt Jeno's heavy gaze on both of us. I swallowed hard as I sat down, that had been a bad idea and I didn't know what to expect from this night that felt like it would slowly drag on on purpose to torture me even more.

[...]

Haechan was chatting with some friends in a corner of the hall while I sat, eating while watching Ji Hoon sleep peacefully, soon he would wake up and I was ready to get up. A few people came to greet and congratulate me on my son, I recognized some of Haechan's friends' wives, and I rocked some conversations with the guests as I felt Jeno look at me every time he turned to me. Haechan took turns staying with me and getting up to go to some nobles, but he always bothered to ask if I was okay or stroked my hand silently. It was difficult but I knew I could get through it. Tonight wouldn't break down all the walls I've built over the last few months Ji hoon complained in the pushchair and I already knew he was waking up to suckle, so I took him in my lap and decided to go to the queen, she was talking to some women. As I approached, they all stopped to watch me. "Yuna." I addressed her calmly and smiled at the others. “Ms. Lee.” her eyes fell once more on my son. “Can you please direct me to a quiet place so I can feed my child?” I asked politely, I would have looked for a maid but it wouldn't be appropriate, let alone go around the castle alone. With the queen's approval, I wouldn't be accused of anything, I'd avoid trouble. "Oh yes, of course. Excuse me, ladies.” she spoke to the woman she was talking to, who bowed, and she gently touched my arm silently asking me to accompany her. I did so, following her still on the first floor. "It's our library, I believe it will be comfortable." I swallowed hard at the sight of where she had taken me, even though they were vague and meaningless memories, they were still in the back of my mind. “Thank you so much, Yuna.” I truly thanked her after entering and seeing that it was still the same, I sat on the couch trying to ignore the lump in my throat while arranging Jihoon in my arms. She smiled and made to leave, but after passing the door she stopped. "Your son is very handsome, I'm glad you and Haechan formed a family." she spoke and I stared at her, feeling truth in her words but a certain sadness too. It was clear that Yuna wanted that and who knows why she hadn't conquered it yet. “Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.” I replied and she nodded, closing the door soon after and leaving me alone in the last place I wanted to be. However, so much time had passed that even though I was in a place full of memories I could control the immense urge to run away. I had changed and my son in my arms said so. I proceeded to breastfeed Ji Hoon for the next half hour, caressing his face and smiling like an idiot. It was such a good feeling and so unique that it was hard to describe. I felt at peace being with him in my arms, watching him grow so fast and smiling in a way that reminded me of Haechan. It was amazing that he actually appeared to be Ji hoon's biological father. After feeding him, I got up off the couch with him in a position that would be better for an eventual burp to come out. I rocked him on my lap, adjusting the blanket as best I could, and it wasn't long before he was back asleep.

“Look at you, so big and so small at the same time.” I smiled to see him sleeping so peacefully. “The climate here is different from Taegoji, isn't it? But it would be good for you to get used to the snow too, mommy came from here and soon you will be able to make snowmen with your aunt and drink your grandma's hot chocolate, it's the best in the world. Oh and your grandpa, of course, how could I forget the homemade pizza he makes? Don't tell your father but there is none like it in Taegoji.” My monologue was interrupted by the sound of the door being opened and I thought it was Haechan looking for me, but I froze when I saw Jeno, his eyes found me and he entered. At least it hadn't been a few minutes before, it would be too embarrassing. He stood there staring at me and I clutched Ji Hoon in my arms out of sheer reflex. “Yuna told me you were here, is everything okay?” His voice was calm, very different from his eyes that looked like they were going through a storm. "Yes." I replied dryly, looking at him suspiciously. "I just came to feed my son but I'm on my way out." I warned and took a step forward but he did the same, stopping me. "I need to talk to you." spoke almost in a whisper and looked at Ji hoon, I felt my heart squeeze. "Please." he begged and I was reluctant, finally I took a deep breath and laid Ji hoon on the couch. I crossed my arms as I faced Jeno again. "Be quick." He clasped his hands together, he looked a little anxious and it made me anxious. "I know." spoke and I felt my blood run cold. He couldn't be talking about what I thought. "Know what?" "Don't be silly." Jeno shook his head. "I know everything." he took a step forward and got closer to me, never taking his eyes off mine. I didn't need to listen because I already knew the answer but I didn't let my expression show it. "He's my son." It felt like the whole world had stopped and this time, there was no self-control to hold back the tears that came, but I didn't let a single one fall. I was silent, completely at a loss for words. I had imagined this moment in a completely different way but it always felt so far away, almost as if I knew it would take time, because I had always convinced myself that he would never find out. I've always been innocent, almost stupid. "How did you…?" I didn't even continue the question and he smiled sadly. “The moment you walked into that hall with him, I felt it.” he replied and I got no answer.. "You won't even try to deny it because it's true, he's my son." Jeno had tears just like me, but he didn't even care if they were falling down his face. He was thrilled, very different from what I had imagined. He didn't look… angry. “I am the father.” he raised his hand to touch me and I pulled away. "No!" I retorted. “Haechan is the father.” I spoke firmly and he looked at me in disbelief. “Father is the one who creates, who loves, who is there when he needs it every night. How many diapers did you change? Or spent sleepless nights? How many times did you sing him to sleep?" “You took this from me!” accused. "You gave my son to another man to raise." “Because you were engaged, Jeno! You were going to marry Yuna no matter what I said.” it was getting harder and harder to control my voice, the tears I couldn't say the same, they had already fallen. I ran a hand over my face to erase their tracks. “Everything would be very different if you had only told me.” spoke hurt. "Would it be?" I asked and he was quiet. “I would only be your mistress if I agreed to that, and you know I never would. That's why I left.” “That day…” he started and I nodded in agreement. “On the last day we saw each other here in Suyon, in our special place, I was ready to tell you.” I admitted and his jaw dropped. Jeno looked down, remembering. "I was so worried about my father's illness, my marriage that I didn't care what you meant." he remembered and I laughed, without any humor. What a surprise. "See? You might like me, but I was never more than that, a hobby, another girl for you to conquer." I said bitterly and he shook his head. Jeno walked over and placed his hand on my chin, making me look deep into his eyes. "It wasn't a crush, Y/N. I loved you and I still love you." caressed my skin and it didn't affect me like I thought it would. A part of me would always love Jeno, but the other part that loved Haechan with all my soul stood out. So much so that I didn't even feel anything for that touch, even though it was hot how I remembered. But it was no more than Haechan's. “Are you going to tell me you don't feel anything?" he asked and seemed eager for the answer. I knew what he wanted, knew he was just waiting for some sign to cross the space that separated us, but I realized it was much bigger than it looked. "Are you going to say you don't miss it?" brought his nose closer to mine and looked deep into my eyes, my legs didn't shake like when I was with Haechan. I took a deep breath. “I'm not going to lie, you were my first love, Jeno. But Haechan is my last, no one will come after him.” I admitted and he kept looking at me to make sure I wasn't lying. Jeno kept staring at me and before I could push him away, he kissed me. Quick and practically desperate, contrary to even what I thought, I felt nothing. Absolutely nothing. That's why I placed both hands on his strong shoulder and pushed him away, making unglue his lips from mine. "Why did you do that? I love Haechan!” my voice came out louder than I wanted to and he looked at me confused. “Leave my wife, you cretin.” I jumped in fright when I heard the door open with a loud thud and Haechan stride towards Jeno. He was angry, he pushed Jeno away from me, who managed to stay on his feet, but his expression changed out of nowhere. "What is it? Are you afraid of losing another woman to me?” Jeno teased and pushed Haechan as well. “Stop!” I begged quietly, I was ready to tell Haechan that it wasn't at all what he was thinking. “You’re an asshole!” Haechan spoke up and clenched his fists. "I may be, but I'm the asshole who held her in my arms long before you even showed up." I looked at Jeno in complete disbelief and I only saw Haechan's figure heading towards him. The punching noise was loud but Jeno didn't even fall, quite the opposite, he got back to an upright position and punched Haechan. It was then that I despaired, but before I could yell at them to stop, I heard Ji Hoon complain on the couch and I forgot everything around me to run to him. I held my son in my lap and turned to look at the two, who were still battling. "Enough!" I screamed and Ji Hoon started to cry, this caught the attention of the two who stopped at the same moment. Haechan had a cut on his eyebrows and Jeno had one on the corner of his mouth, they were both red and if we were in a cartoon, smoke would probably come out of their ears. I calmed Ji Hoon on my lap and they both looked at me with guilt, they looked like two children but I didn't get any less angry about it. “Neither of you two will win this battle without hurting me along the way.” I sighed. “Yes, Jeno, you were special and gave me the best gift I could ever receive.” I glanced at Ji Hoon. "But what we had is gone, I will always be grateful for you, but that's all I feel for you, a huge gratitude." he lowered his head and took a deep breath. “And Haechan, I love you.” he smiled discreetly "but that's not why we came here." I remembered and he nodded in agreement. "You're just not an asshole even more because you're idiot." Haechan spoke and Jeno took a step forward. "Babe!" I caught his eye and he raised his arms in surrender. “Haechan discovered something of interest to you, Jeno.” I warned him and he looked at me, interested this time. “There are two members of your parliament who are betraying you.” Haechan spoke bluntly and Jeno's jaw dropped. "What?" he took two steps back and laughed, without humor. "You’re lying!" “Then ask Jaemim.” Haechan replied angrily and braced his hands on his hips. “What does he have to do with it?” "I hired him to spy on your court." Jeno stared at Haechan and then at me, wanting to prove that was true. "A plague appeared in the land of Taegoji never seen before, the scientists who evaluated the case said it was a type that multiplies mainly in cold places." I explained and Jeno shook his head. “And automatically I became the prime suspect?” he pointed to himself and saw Haechan nod. “Do you really think I'm that stupid? What good would that do me?” "That's why Jaemim came here, to confirm that the theory was true." I said and he was still surprised but at least he seemed to believe it. “Jaemin never believed it was you, so he gathered evidence that shows two members of your parliament hiring Yuna’s bastard uncle to do the job.” “That moron!” Jeno spat out the words. "Yuna told me he was a profiteer, he was never invited to court so he found a way to sabotage my reign." “Along with those who tried to make up your mind to attack Taegoji.” Jeno stared at me, feeling guilty. As I always knew, that plan was not his. Never was. “Listen, Jeno.” Haechan spoke. “It was never my father's plan to take Suyon, let alone mine, that was your father's doing. And as much as we've been on their side, it doesn't mean that we are like them. Whether I like it or not, you are part of my son's story, I can't ignore that and I also know you won't give up on him." Haechan took a deep breath before continuing. "I just want peace, for myself, for my family and even for you, even though you're still an idiot." Jeno laughed and rolled his eyes. “I propose a truce.” “What truce?” "If you promise never to usurp Ji Hoon's rights to Taegoji's throne, if you promise to end this ridiculous feud that has been going on in our family for generations." Haechan looked at me and I nodded, smiling slightly. “You are always welcome to visit him whenever you want, he will grow up knowing that you are also his father.” I looked at Jeno, eager for the answer. He seemed to think and then his eyes fell on the child in my lap. That was the plan Haechan and I decided to follow when we learned about Jaemin's information. Convincing Jeno to stop that war would be beneficial to both sides. And now he had a reason to think about Taegoji: Ji Hoon.  My husband wasn't sure if it would work but I had convinced him to at least try. “Who could have guessed, cousin.” Jeno turned his gaze to Haechan. "Our fathers fought so hard against each other for this" Jeno pointed to the crown on his head with one hand. "and we will unify the two nations." I felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my back and I smiled as the two shook hands, symbolizing that the truce was being sealed. That was a very unexpected surprise. Not even in my wildest dreams did I imagine this miracle. I knew Jeno was good from the start. He would never shed the blood of innocents over a matter he could settle for himself. And I was right about him. "Want to hold him?" I asked Jeno as he looked at Ji Hoon, who nodded anxiously. I took a deep breath before walking over to him and held out my son, Jeno held him carefully. Ji Hoon practically lost in his arms. I felt Haechan's hand on my waist and took a few steps back until I was beside him, watching Jeno look at my son the same way Haechan did. With pride, admiration and an immeasurable love. "He will be worthy to wear the crown of both kingdoms." Jeno spoke with a silly smile. “He will be the best of us.” Haechan agreed. “Thank you for bringing him into the world and forgive me for being so selfish when you needed it most. I promise I will never let him down like I did with you.” Jeno turned to me and I felt like crying. "I forgive you, all our mistakes have brought us here." I looked at Haechan who stroked my waist, smiling proudly. "It was worth it." I finally felt free and at peace. I had made peace with my past and now I could live in the future with the two kings who were part of my history, finally putting our differences aside and holding on to the one thing that was most important to the three of us. Our son.

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The Wrong Lifetime — Ten // Wanda Maximoff

chapter nine | story masterlist | main masterlist | wattpad | chapter eleven

author’s note: okay so this was supposed to be published yesterday but (if anyone cares lol), basically, i finished my last year of uni two days ago and so yesterday was the first official day i had that i didn’t have to do work, so i spent the whole day playing video games 😂 but it’s here now, so i hope you liked it!

Approaching Y/B/N's study, my annoyance returned when I remembered how he acted only an hour before. I didn't bother knocking as I let myself in, seeing him loosening his bow tie and looking out the window.

"What the hell was that?" I snapped instantly.

He sighed, yanking his bow tie off and throwing it to his desk. "What was what?"

I crossed my arms to contain my frustration. "You know what, Y/B/N." He continued to play dumb, so I watched him with a frown. "Why are you so against me getting published? I thought– I thought you'd be proud of me. It's all I've ever wanted."

With a scowl, he looked the other way. "I'm the writer, Y/N, not you."

His words created an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach. Jealousy was a disgusting look on him, one I never wanted to see.

"No," I said, uncrossing my arms and staring daggers at him. "You're not the writer. I am. You only got noticed because of me!"

"Shut up!" he shouted, finally meeting my eyes. "You don't get to do this! It's not about you!"

"Yes, it is!" I shouted right back. "For once, it is about me, Y/B/N! Because this is my chance to do something I love."

He rolled his eyes, getting riled up all over again. "And that's another thing. Why the hell are you putting silly ideas into my fiancé's head about making money? Are you trying to make me a fool in front of my in-laws?"

I squeezed my fists together, narrowing my eyes. "They aren't your in-laws."

"Oh, you know what I mean!"

He didn't deserve Wanda. He couldn't. She was too good for him.

"Sorry that your masculinity is so fragile that you can't let your fiancé do something she's passionate about," I said through gritted teeth.

He glowered down at me. "You need to butt out."

I smiled bitterly. "Maybe if you didn't start on Pietro for no reason, I would."

He scoffed. "Please. That man is only trying to get into your pants."

I don't think I'd ever wanted to strangle my brother as much as I did right now. Did he really not believe in me? He couldn't accept that maybe I'd earned this on my own accord? Thankfully, unlike him, I could contain my emotions and managed to swallow down my anger.

"You know that's not the case," I said with a dangerously calm voice. "You should talk about your soon-to-be brother-in-law with some respect."

Y/B/N sighed, moving to sit at his desk. I followed him with my eyes, unable to recognise who he was. I hadn't dubbed him for the insecure type, but I was being proven wrong many times tonight.

"I don't want to do this right now," he said quietly, sinking his head into his hands.

I uncurled my fists, fed up. "It's already been done."

He looked up, but I didn't wait to see his face. Maybe he wasn't the brother I thought he was.

—

"Honest opinion," Wanda said, before revealing herself from behind the curtain. "Nice or ugly?"

"Nice."

She smiled brightly, twirling around in the dress she was trying on, before going back behind the curtain to change into another one. She'd invited me over to hers to hang out, which meant watching her try on a bunch of new dresses and getting excited over each one. I wasn't complaining.

"So, that first book," she picked up from our previous conversation as she changed. She was referring to Y/B/N's first published book. "That was really you?"

"Yep." I pulled my legs up onto the lounge sofa and leaned on my hand, elbow propped on the back of the seat. "I mean, it got edited of course, but the initial manuscript was mine."

"Wow," she commented. "That must have really sucked to hear everybody praise it when it was actually yours."

"It did indeed."

She came out from the curtain wearing a dress that wasn't particularly nice looking. It had a baggy torso and slim legs, making Wanda look very unflattering. And that was saying something – she could pull off anything.

"Nice or ugly?" she asked, hands on her hips.

I squinted, tilting my head and trying to think if I should lie or not. Her blue eyes peered down at me intimidatingly and I knew I couldn't find it in myself to lie to her.

After a moment, I released a breath. "I'm sorry, love, but it's kind of ugly."

She chuckled, giving me a knowing smile. "Good. This was a test. Means you're paying attention."

"Wow. You think I'm just sat here for fun?"

She didn't respond, but an amused smile was on her lips as she headed behind the curtain to change yet again. It was quiet as she was changing, before she spoke up again.

"You know when we first met? And you showed me around your room?"

"How can I forget? You thought I was jealous of my brother," I quipped with a smile.

I could imagine the eye roll she was giving me. "That was before I knew you wrote half his stuff."

Stifling a laugh, I nodded even though she couldn't see me. "Okay, go on."

She sighed. "I told you how I fell in love with that first book. How I fell in love with the words. And the person who wrote those words.”

"I remember."

She reappeared from behind the curtain, this time wearing a stunning floral blue sundress. It fell off her shoulders, revealing cream-coloured skin and a well-defined collarbone. I smiled softly, overwhelmed with admiration for the beautiful woman before me.

"I'm glad it was you," she said, and I suddenly remembered we were in the middle of a conversation.

Her eyes sparkled brightly as she smiled my way, and then her words sank in and my heart fluttered with adoration.

"Me, too," I breathed out.

She held my gaze for a second longer before looking down at her dress, pressing her hands over it. "So. What do you think? Nice or ugly?"

I raised my eyebrows with astonishment. "Wanda, you look absolutely beautiful."

Her shoulders relaxed as her eyes flickered to mine. "So, I should keep it?"

I spluttered, "Duh!"

She laughed, before approaching me and sitting beside me. Leaning her head on my shoulder, she pulled her legs onto the sofa and sighed contently. I wrapped an arm around her, resting my cheek on her head.

"I'm glad you'll finally get the recognition you deserve, milaya (darling)," she said, lifting her hand to intertwine it with mine over her shoulder.

With an entertained smile, I held her hand firmly. "Maybe, love. I haven't said yes."

"Oh, you'll say yes."

I pressed a kiss to the top of her head, revelling in the warmth her body created as it pressed to mine. We had no concerns that somebody would catch us since nobody was home and the servants knew not to bother us.

"So, what was the book actually about?" she asked, playing with my fingers.

"Huh?"

"The book," she repeated. "I've heard Y/B/N's take on it, but what about yours?"

At the mention of my brother, I rolled my eyes. We still hadn't spoken since our argument and I wasn't exactly in the best place with him right now.

"It doesn't matter," I mumbled into her hair.

She used her elbow to nudge me gently in the stomach before grabbing my other hand and wrapping it around her waist.

"I like hearing you speak," she said softly. "And I love the way your mind works."

My cheeks flushed at the compliment, but I appreciated her words. She always had such an effect on me and I'd come to only care about one opinion nowadays – hers.

"Okay, I guess..." I sighed, subconsciously pressing my fingertips to hers. "The book is about a man who loses his wife to his own ignorance, right?" She hummed in agreement, so I continued. "Y/B/N always talks about how it's about a man failing to appreciate his wife, but that's not how I intended for it to be perceived."

Interest piqued, she sat up straight and turned around to face me, leaning her head on my chest and looking up with curious eyes. I smiled down at her, pressing a kiss to her nose, making her scrunch it up adorably.

"It's supposed to be about the wife discovering that she's her own woman and that she doesn't need her husband to be okay," I continued, holding her gaze. "It was her own self-discovery that pushed them apart, as well her husband's stupidity."

Wanda's lips curved into a gentle smile. "I like that interpretation a lot better than his."

Licking my lips, I breathed out through a smile. "You're biased, dear."

Her eyes flickered to my lips. "Maybe."

I chuckled before closing the gap between us, connecting our lips in a short, sweet kiss. She relaxed against me before smiling as we pulled away.

"Ya lyublyu vas (I love you)," she whispered.

I always loved when she spoke in her native tongue. She sounded so at peace when she did and it warmed my insides.

"I love you, too," I whispered right back.

She grinned, carefree, before turning to lean on my shoulder again. I held her, enjoying the silence that formed between us. Her presence was always enough and I never wanted anything more. But I knew Wanda and I knew that she couldn't stay quiet for too long, so something was definitely up.

"What are you thinking?" I asked quietly, not wanting to startle her in case she was too deep into her thoughts.

She sighed. "It's stupid."

I smiled. "I doubt that."

It went quiet and I assumed she didn't want to share, but then she played with my fingers again as she spoke.

"I was wondering what it would be like if we were able to get married," she murmured. "With the dresses and walking down the aisle and the rings."

I laced my fingers through hers, the thoughts having crossed my mind at times, too. It was nice to think 'what if', but it was also a dangerous game.

"The wedding cake would have to be chocolate," I played along, not wanting her to think she couldn't talk about it.

She snickered, loosening up in my arms. "Of course. And the colour scheme would have to be red."

"Definitely," I agreed, knowing she wouldn't have it any other way, "...it could be somewhere small but comfortable. Surrounded by nature, maybe."

"Yes. With flowers all around us and the sound of birds tweeting in the trees."

A comforting smile crept on my lips as I closed my eyes, imagining it in my mind. What a beautiful day it would be.

"I'd force Pietro to be the ring bearer," she added as an afterthought, and I laughed, chest moving up and down with her on it.

"He'd hate that," I pointed out.

"Exactly," she said with a mischievous hum.

I rolled my eyes playfully. "What about afterwards? Where would you want to live?"

She scrunched her face up before settling with, "Somewhere remote. Away from people. Maybe a nice cottage somewhere."

Nodding in agreement, I said, "We could have a beautiful garden in the back. I'd do my very best to make it perfect for you. And you could paint whatever you wanted there."

A considerate smile tugged at her lips at the thought. "Yes! And we could get a pet. I've always wanted a pet."

"I guess we could... what pet do you want?"

With no hesitation, she said, "Chickens."

I looked down at her, quirking a brow. "Chickens?"

Looking up at me, she stared like it was self-explanatory. "They're cute and they lay eggs. Think about it. Fresh eggs for breakfast every morning."

God, she was so cute. I smiled, squeezing her hand. "Chickens it is, love."

She got excited as she tugged on my hand. "You can finally get a study of your own!"

"And you can get your own studio," I added, making her grin.

"And I'd keep it sparkling clean."

I laughed, shaking my head. "Don't lie, Wanda."

She rolled her eyes, though wore a humoured expression. "Okay, maybe not..."

"You can keep it as messy as you want," I promised her, as if it was actually going to happen and we'd get what we wanted.

The dream was so vivid in my mind that it could have been a memory. Wanda and I living together, peacefully and without hiding... if only we weren't in the wrong lifetime.

"I like to pretend that you gave this to me," she said after an unsettling silence fell upon us, raising her left hand for me to see. She wiggled her ring finger, the silver band and emerald gem glinting in the light. "It makes me feel better."

I swallowed hard and forced a smile, intertwining my fingers in hers and bringing them to my lips to kiss gently.

"Technically I picked it," I reminded her to lighten the mood, but it didn't work.

A sad smile appeared on her face. "Maybe in another lifetime, we could have met in a world that allowed this."

My smile faded into a frown at her words. Like I said, considering the 'what if's' was a dangerous game, and we'd already played too much of it.

"You're going to marry my brother soon," I said quietly, the realisation hitting me. "This– us, will have to stop."

She sat up and turned to face me, eyes looking between mine as she shook her head. "It doesn't have to."

I rested a hand on her cheek and she leaned into it, kissing my palm. I savoured the feeling of her lips against my skin.

"What we're doing isn't fair on either of us," I said reluctantly, afraid to say what we'd avoided for as long as our relationship lasted.

She frowned. "I'd rather have you like this than not at all."

My heart ached because I knew she was being genuine, and the truth is, I felt the same. But that brought me to our next dilemma.

"It's not fair on Y/B/N either."

She tensed her jaw. "The world doesn't want us together, Y/N. They're the ones who forced us to be like this."

"Like what?" I asked with knowing eyes. "Cheaters?"

Her eyes glossed over and it broke me to see her so hurt.

"Is it really cheating if I never wanted to be with him?" she asked with a shaky voice. "If I'm only acting out of duty? If I never loved him?"

Realising I'd saddened her, I moved forward and pulled her in for a hug, running my hand down her hair and to her back. "Sorry... I didn't mean to make you upset."

She sniffled and I felt her tears soaking my shirt. "Don't talk like that... I don't want to lose you."

I swallowed hard, nodding into her shoulder. "I don't want to lose you either, Wanda."

But I knew that deep down, we couldn't hold onto everything we wanted to in life. Deep down, she must have known that, too.

—

"...and this is where we write up the contracts. It's where we'd write up yours if you say yes."

Pietro grinned cheekily as I gave him a knowing look. He was showing me around the publishing house – a proper tour, not just me lurking around on the few visits I'd been here for Y/B/N – with hopes of convincing me to sign a contract with him.

"Pietro, you said you wouldn't be biased," Wanda warned, and I gave her a grateful smile as Pietro chuckled.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it," he apologised, though he definitely didn't mean it. "I just really think you'd be a great fit here, Y/N. I already have editors willing to work with you based on the few pages they've seen of your work."

I raised my eyebrows, startled. "Wow, seriously?"

He nodded. "Most definitely. As I told you the other night, you're talented. And with my help, you can be successful, too."

A smile fell on my lips uncontrollably. A real editor wanted to work with me. Woah.

"I'm gonna get some coffee," Wanda said, squeezing my shoulder. "I'll get you both some, too." She wagged a finger towards her brother. "Don't pressure her whilst I'm gone."

He raised his hands in defence. "Okay, calm down, sestra (sister). I'll be fair."

She lowered her finger, shot him a final look, then smiled at me before leaving for the café next door. I chuckled at how cute she was and how much she cared before returning my attention to Pietro.

"I won't pressure you," he said to me, perching on the edge of an empty desk. "I just want you to know that you'd be well looked after here. I wouldn't let anyone talk down to you, nor treat you with disrespect because you're a woman. I don't condone that here."

I relaxed at his words, offering him a grateful smile. "Thank you, Pietro. That really means a lot."

He returned the smile before his gaze moved over my shoulder. Smile fading, he cleared his throat awkwardly and looked away. I turned around, curious to what had caught his attention, and then I saw Y/B/N standing in the doorway, looking around for something. His eyes eventually fell on me and he perked up before heading our way.

I hadn't spoken to him since two nights ago after dinner. He'd actively avoided me, too and I wasn't complaining, having still harboured an unexplainable anger for him. What was he doing here?

"Y/N, hey," he said awkwardly, stopping before Pietro and I. His eyes flickered to Pietro before he asked me, "Can I speak with you?"

Instinctively, my jaw clenched and he seemed to notice as he shook his head quickly.

"Not to argue," he clarified. "Just to talk."

His eyes were pleading and I couldn't find it in myself to deny him. He was my brother after all, we couldn't argue forever. Nodding wordlessly, I smiled apologetically to Pietro before following Y/B/N to a quiet side of the room. My eyes ran along the many employees working away at their desks before falling to my brother before me.

"What is it?" I asked, maybe a little too harshly, but there was no going back now.

He frowned, eyes flittering around nervously. "I want to apologise for my behaviour the other night. I shouldn't have acted how I did."

I hugged myself as I shifted my weight between my feet. "Okay."

"You were right," he continued, finally meeting my eyes. "You deserve this. You've always been there for me, helping me with my writing when I needed it. I should have reacted better, but I let my jealousy get the better of me."

My mouth opened, surprised at his apology.

He offered me a sad smile. "The truth is, Y/N, we both know you'll be the more successful of us both. And you'll be so preoccupied with your own writing that you won't be able to help me anymore. And it was selfish of me to think that first, but I did. And I shouldn't have. I'm sorry. I'm your big brother and I should've been better."

Chewing on my lip, I let go of waist and straightened up, nodding slightly. "I– thanks. Thank you. For telling me that."

His shoulders relaxed as he nodded. "Also, you were right about what you said about Wanda. And I'm going to apologise to her first thing."

My expression softened at the mention of the girl who'd only ever been good to us. "She's seriously talented, Y/B/N."

"I know."

I nodded, stepping forward and resting a hand on his shoulder. Looking between his eyes, I only saw regret and I knew he was being genuine with his apology.

"You're forgiven," I told him with a small smile, before pulling him in for a quick hug.

He returned it and I felt relieved to know he was supportive. I didn't see a reason to not accept Pietro's deal now... everybody I cared about was okay with it.

"Wanda is here by the way," I told Y/B/N when we pulled apart. "She's just getting some coffee for us."

He nodded and we returned to Pietro, who gave me a concerned look. I smiled reassuringly and he relaxed before looking to my brother with a smile.

"Hey, Pietro, sorry for what I said last night," Y/B/N was quick to say. "It wasn't cool. I know you're not like that and I shouldn't have even thought it, let alone said it."

Pietro was one of the chillest people I'd met as he offered his hand out to my brother. "No worries, mate. Bygones."

They exchanged a handshake before my brother glanced to me.

"She's really good," he said to Pietro. "You'd be lucky to have her here."

My face heated up as Pietro nodded in agreement. The two of them looked to me with proud smiles and as uncomfortable as I felt with the attention, I was grateful to have their support.

"I know," Pietro said. "All she's got to do is say yes."

"You haven't said yes yet?" my brother asked with disbelief, before slapping me on the arm playfully. "Y/N! This is your chance!"

"And it's a big decision!" I reminded him.

He looked like he wanted to say something, but then I caught sight of Wanda over his shoulder and perked up. She smiled my way but then noticed Y/B/N's presence and proceeded with caution.

"Hey, I got you both a coffee," she said, giving Pietro his and handing me mine, but her eyes were searching mine with worry.

My hand brushed hers as I accepted my coffee and I squeezed it reassuringly. She seemed to believe me as her lips twitched into a small smile before looking to Y/B/N.

"Hey," she said to him quietly, biting her lip.

He glanced to me for encouragement and I gave him a subtle thumbs up. This seemed to help as he wiped his hands on his trousers before looking to Wanda hopefully.

"Hey," he finally spoke. "Please can we talk in private for a moment?"

She nodded, humming in response, and followed him to talk.

"Match made in heaven those two," Pietro said sarcastically, and I tried not to laugh, but damn was it funny.

"Look, I think I've made a decision," I said after a moment, feeling my heart speed up at the realisation of my next words.

"Oh? And what is it? Will you let me publish you?" Pietro asked, quirking a brow and watching me with an excited smile.

Well, there was only the future to look forward to now.

I grinned. "Yes."

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[dragon-kazansky]

Recipe for love | Helmut Zemo

Chef Zemo AU! 👨‍🍳

Gender neutral reader

Dedicated to @rumblelibrary

[Previous chapter]

Epilogue

Somewhere in the heart of Rome is a little cake shop. It's owned by a lovely lady who was very welcoming to all of those who came through her door. Camilla was the one who reached out to you when you needed work. She gave you the job the day she met you.

For the most part you kept your head down and cracked on with the job, but Camilla wouldn't have that for long.

"I see passion in you. Express it!"

So, you did.

People began to flood to the little cake shop and business took off. Camilla had it all down to you being here. She called you her lucky charm.

This would do for you. You would be happy with this until the time came to go back.

You would go back.

He promised to wait for you. He reminded you of that when you called him.

At first you would call him weekly, but then it became daily. He wanted to hear about everything you were doing. He wanted to know if Italy was treating you well.

Zemo always ended the call with 'I miss you,' and you would say it back. You did. You missed him, but being here was good for you.

You were a better person.

Five years you had been out here. Five years to redeem yourself. Five years of waiting. You have had enough of the waiting, and you're sure he has too.

You: I'm coming home tomorrow.

Helmut: About time!

Camilla throws the biggest party for you, all your new friends were invited. It was the best send off you could ask for.

As you walk through the arrivals gates, your heart races a mile a minute. Just up ahead he would be waiting for you. This would be the first time in five years you have seen each other.

Zemo had offered to come and visit you, but you denied him. You wanted to be the best person you could be for him, and you hadn't been ready until now.

Helmut waits. His palms are sweaty, his heart is racing, and he's lost count of how many times he's licked his lips in a nervous manner.

In the last five years Zemo's name has grown to what it had been back in Sokovia. He was basically a household name at this point. People from all over were visiting his restaurant. Celebrities would reserve tables, he had hired out the restaurant for wedding parties. His restaurant was famous.

It was just missing you.

Though his desserts were good, they paled in comparison to yours. He needed his dessert chef back. He needed you.

His eyes find yours among the crowd.

You smile.

He smiles.

Luggage forgotten, you run straight at him. Helmut opens his arms for you and you collide heavily into him. He holds you tightly, letting his happy tears fall as he buries his nose in the crook of your neck. He presses kisses to the skin there.

You're here. He has you in his arms. It's been too long.

"I missed you so much," he whispers.

"I missed you too."

The pair of you stay like that for ages before you decide it's time to leave. Helmut grabs your luggage and guides you back to his car.

He drives you back to his place.

"How is my favourite Michelin star chef doing?" You ask, smiling at him.

"I'm much better now you are here."

You can only smile. You were here to stay. You would prove to him that you were worthy of him.

"Italy was lovely, but you weren't there and that was actually the hardest part."

He chuckles.

He reaches over and takes your hand in his.

"We are together now. No more fighting. No more set ups. No more hate," he looks at you with the softest gaze.

"I'm ready to start over with you," you tell him.

"Me too, my love."

You have both turned over a new leaf.

Helmut gives you your old job back. He closes the restaurant that night to surprise you with a party. Everyone is there. They welcome you back with big smiles and lots of hugs.

Peggy and Steve are there too.

Natasha and Thor hug you for quite a long time before Zemo asks if he can have you back.

He kisses you in front of everyone.

Things have really changed for the better and you knew you were going to be so much happier now.

As did Helmut who made love to you that night, but without the goodbyes this time.

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[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

The Cult Girl (Hannibal x Female!Reader) pt. 7

Sorry this took so long y'all. This chapter was difficult to write. Hannibal invites Theresa for dinner and y/n finally confronts her.

Trigger warning: mentions of suicide, child sex abuse; graphic descriptions of violence; confronting an abuser; body-shaming

The stitches in your cut hadn't even dissolved before Theresa intruded on your life again. Before you stormed out, Hannibal did in fact invite her to dinner. Polite society would rule the invitation null and void after that confrontation, but Theresa felt herself exempt from the laws of politeness. Like Evangelicals or craisins, Theresa loved to insert herself where she was clearly not wanted.

Of course, you were peeved at Hannibal for upholding the invitation when she called. But you could tell he had something planned. He was intrigued by her audacity and wanted to see how far it would take her. You couldn't begrudge him professional curiosity, as you too wondered what the fuck her problem was.

In truth, you saw what he did to your grandma, and you wanted to see him do it to Theresa. You wanted her subject to the same psychological torment that she put you through. And that, you realized, was why he honored that invitation. He wanted to vindicate you. And that was the sexiest damn thing you could possibly imagine.

Theresa showed up alone. That was her first mistake.

"Thank you for having me, Dr. Lecter." Theresa greeted, shedding her long coat and dropping it to the ground. "Will [F/N] be joining us?"

"[F/N] will most certainly be joining us." Hannibal said, his voice hardening. He noticed her coat in a pile on the floor and something in his head clicked.

"I hope I'm not overdressed." Theresa tossed her hair over her shoulders. 

She was. And you knew even before she showed up that she'd wear that green evening dress with the plunging neckline. It was the same one she wore to prom. She kept it as a memento all these years to memorialize the day she completely fucked you over. 

She was here to make history repeat itself. 

"Not all, Ms. [L/N]," Hannibal grinned, glancing at the staircase. "[F/N] is just touching up her makeup.”

“That sounds like [F/N].” Theresa laughed. “She always took the most time getting ready in the morning. And she was always the ugliest. It was quite sad, really.”  

Hannibal reminded himself what he had in store for Theresa before letting himself get angry. “If you could join me in the kitchen, I could use a little help with the appetizers.” 

Theresa took the bait and followed him through the threshold into the massive kitchen. 

“Could I trouble you for some psychological advice, Doctor Lecter?” She said, leaning against the island.

“That depends.” He answered, though the tone of his voice connoted a firm ‘no’. “Are you going to be honest with me?” 

Theresa mounted herself on top of the island and crossed her legs. “I’ve just been having quite a bit of trouble in my marriage.”

"Please get off my counter." Hannibal politely demanded. "I just sterilized it this morning."

“My husband just isn’t so excited by me anymore.” She pouted like a child. “He just doesn’t seem interested in... well, any of the things I have to offer him.” 

“Have you considered the possibility that you have nothing to offer?” You said. You approached them with purpose, the skirt of your purple dress fluttering behind you. Your favorite pair of strappy heels clacked against the tile and echoed through the room with every step. 

“[F/N] makes a valid point.” Hannibal agreed, taking you under his arm. “You’re an abusive narcissist, a serial adulterer, and you’re quite horrible at flirting. I certainly don’t understand what you could possibly have to offer.” 

“Nice to see you again, [F/N].” Theresa said, resigned to her defeat. “I didn’t want to say anything at the wedding, but you look like you’ve gained a few pounds.” 

You almost laughed. Growing up, Grandma had subjected you to every form of body-shaming known to man. Nothing Theresa could say would have any effect on you. 

“Really? Because I’ve never felt better in my life.” You smiled, knowing it to be true. “Hannibal is an amazing cook. You’d probably gain weight too if you were eating so well.” 

"Well, I have appearances to keep up." She refuted. "Gideon and I both have very busy schedules. Besides, he finds the kitchen more of a woman's domain."

"Unfortunate for you." Hannibal threw a dish towel over his shoulder and picked up a wine bottle by the neck. He kept his hands busy by pouring three glasses of wine. "That Gideon does not put in the time to keep you well-fed and fulfilled. Might I suggest not molesting children as a remedy?"

You snickered as he handed you a glass. You migrated to the dining table, where the trial was set to take place.

"Did you invite me here just to gang up on me?" Theresa leaned back in her chair. "Because if so, that's really mature."

"Of course not." You said, Hannibal pulling your chair out for you. You placed your napkin in your lap. "Well, maybe a little."

Theresa took a long sip of wine. "You're not going to get an apology if that's what you're after."

"Oh no." You shook your head. "I've stopped expecting basic human decency from you years ago."

"Good." Theresa huffed. "Since that's clearly what you want me to be, that's what I'll be."

"Don't give me that shit." You sighed. "I know what gaslighting is and you're not as good at it as you think."

"Y'know I never asked to be a parent figure to you and Anna." She crossed her arms.

"You may not have asked for it but you sure as hell enjoyed it." You countered, furrowing your brow. "Don't act like you weren't the dictator's right-hand man. You sucked up to grandma and always got preferential treatment."

"I was a kid." She shrugged. "You're really gonna blame me for the shit I did before my skull fully hardened?"

"Well, it exposes a way larger pattern of behavior." You explained. "You're a megalomaniac that wants power without responsibility. So you attach yourself to someone with power, probably another narcissist who's too self-involved to see what a leech you really are. It's what you did with grandma and it's what you're doing with Gideon."

Dressing Theresa down like that gave you a rush. It made you feel alive. But more importantly, it made her look small. It stripped her of her power.

"Well done, Sherlock." Theresa taunted. "But you're forgetting one thing. If I were a megalomaniac, why would I waste my time beating up on you? Some nobody with no power to speak of?"

"Because I'm a living reminder of your past." You narrowed your eyes. "I remind you that you can't just beat everyone into submission."

"Ladies," Hannibal interrupted, holding three bowls. He placed one in front of you, the savory broth enticing your nose. "This is pot-au-feu. It is a simple French stew made from beef, vegetables and potatoes. I added a marrow-bone for extra richness. It's the perfect combination of simplicity and substance."

You couldn't even wait for Hannibal to sit down. You'd been so hungry all day. Smelling the meat slowly braise over the course of the day was torturous. You went straight for the marrow, which was a recent favorite of yours.

Theresa picked the bone up between two fingers and dropped it onto the table, her face wrapped with disgust. "I think I'll pass. I'm not a dog."

"You are not." Hannibal said, spearing a piece of meat on his fork. "I find dogs much better company."

Theresa tented her fingers and glared at Hannibal. "So you're just going to let her rip into me? Aren't you supposed to be the professional here?"

"Don't discount [F/N]'s analysis just because she is a student." Hannibal glared back at her. "From what I know about you, she's dead on."

"Isn't this entire interaction a professional conflict of interest?" Theresa folded her arms. "I don't trust her to analyze me because she hates me."

Hannibal put his utensils down. Anger flashed across his face. "I don't think you quite understand what this interaction is. You are not owed an unbiased psychological profile, especially not from me. You are not my patient. You are [F/N]'s abuser."

Theresa narrowed her eyes and leaned over the table. "So if you understand that, why am I here?"

"You think very highly of your intelligence, Theresa." Hannibal glanced down at his dish. "Perhaps you can figure that one out yourself."

You coughed, narrowly avoiding choking on your food.

"Darling, please pace yourself." Hannibal instructed, though he seemed pleased with how enthusiastically you inhaled your meal. "You're going to make yourself sick if you eat too fast."

"I'm sorry." You said after taking a long sip of water. "I don't know why, I'm just so hungry today."

Hannibal dropped his eyebrows, looking worried. "Did you take your medicine this morning?"

"I think so." You nodded.

Theresa smiled and reached for her phone. The movement caught Hannibal's attention, and he could tell what she was up to right away.

"Theresa, it's very rude to text at the dinner table." He scolded, taking a sip of wine. "Surely, anything you're saying to your grandmother and Anna, you can say to us."

Theresa, too proud to back down, slipped her phone into her purse and met your eyes. "You're pregnant."

"Brilliant fucking deductive reasoning." You rolled your eyes. "A woman gains a little weight and has a healthy appetite? That's the only logical conclusion I would draw."

"Well, aren’t we defensive?" Theresa taunted. "Congratulations, by the way."

"Theresa, stop it." You gritted your teeth, trying not to convey how pissed you were.

"You're going to need to drop out of school to take care of the baby full time." Theresa sneered.

You knew exactly where she was taking this and you wanted more than anything to just disappear. You reached for the wine bottle and refilled your glass. "Shut up, Theresa. Shut the fuck up before you say something you'll regret."

Her face lit up from the satisfaction of finally making you angry. "And someday you'll blow your brains out just like your mother!"

This time, she would regret it. You chucked the empty wine bottle across the table. It hit her directly in the face with a deafening crunch before ricocheting off the table and shattering on the ground.

Theresa brought her finger to her nose, noticing the stream of blood trickling from her nostril. She stood up, stabilizing herself with the back of the chair.

"I didn't think you had it in you." She jabbed before collapsing to the ground.

You went silent, too afraid to look at Hannibal.

"For what it's worth, darling." Hannibal piped up. "I always knew that you did."

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[cuddlesslut]

Part FOUR : Chance Encounters

Atsumu x fem reader, Suna x fem reader, Hinata x fem reader

Tags: slight NSFW, Heavy Angst.

A/N: so this will NOT be the last chapter there will be more. Just like there are more choices now lol, don’t be shy to tell me who you route for. Also let me know if y’all want more NSFW I’m chill with writing it . ALSO slight canon divergence the timing on when Hinata comes back from Brazil is different, obviously in the Manga he’s only gone for two years. In this story it is longer. Hinata isn’t on MSBY yet. Also we are only caught up on 5 months since the dreaded birthday.

Part Three: Memories

Part Five: Friends

You spent your birthday in some hotel room. Sitting on the plush bed still in your dress not bothering to change your curl in to a fetal position as sobs raked through you. Your whole world crashed down on you everything you knew was a lie. Your phone lit up with one last birthday message from some distant relative. You see the time it’s now one in the morning you’ve been laying here for hours you can’t understand how you have any liquid in your body left to cry but still tears trail down your cheeks as you look at your lock screen. It’s a photo from three Christmas’s ago. Atsumu held you close from behind as you pose in front of a festive Christmas tree. Your eyes are shut tight from laughter as the setter places a kiss to your cheek bone, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. This was your favorite photo of the two of you, it always showed the realness in this candid shot. You remember laughing so hard from some cheesy joke he had just whispered in your ear. Your heart twists at the photo, a moment of anger slices through you. Was any of it real? You fling your phone at the wall effectively shattering the screen. You scream into the pillow. You wish you could feel numb to all of the emotions. But no ones that lucky. You aren’t sure when you feel asleep but you wake to find the remnants of tears stuck to your face. You move to the bathroom. You look like death. Your face is pale and eyes swollen and red. Your body aches from the fitful sleep you had. You grab a quick shower before putting on your comfiest pajamas and lay back down. All the energy is drained you look for your phone before remembering your fit of rage last night groan. You switch on the TV for some form of distraction but the gods must really hate you as it opens to a sports channel and you see him in all of his intensity standing on the volleyball court. Part of your brain pleads to change the channel but you must be a masochist as you watch him in all his usual glory. He commands the stadium as he goes up to serve. He looks perfectly fine like you hadn’t just walked out of his life. Like he hadn’t just ripped your world to shreds. You're finally turning the television off sitting in the silence thinking of the memories of your home. You ordered some takeout trying to settle the ache in your stomach. The food tasted bland, everything has lost its edge. The bed offers no comfort. The sunlight offers no warmth. It’s not long before you fall into another depression nap.

Waking up late in the evening you can’t stop your mind from making a stupid decision. But you miss him. You just want to see him. That’s how you end up outside of the door that leads to the home you shared with him. Trying to work up the courage to enter. His car was in his usual spot so you know he's here. A bitter thought run through you at the thought that while you were here he couldn’t be bothered to be home before two am at the earliest, yet the first night gone and here he is at home at ten o’clock. Silently you open the door. It was a mistake. You don’t make it even completely through the threshold before you hear the obnoxious moan and grunts, the sound of skin slapping. It makes you sick “OH Miya-San!” You hear some woman bellow out. You feel nauseous. You hurry out the door trying you best not to cause any noise to interrupt the activities in the house. You bend over you feel as though you’ll throw up right there on the spot. After calming yourself you make a way to a convenience store picking up a bottle of wine before heading back to you hotel room. There’s no way you’ll make it through the night sober.

The next morning you clean your self up before heading to the bank and clear out your joint account. Normally you’d feel bad taking the money but this cash was saved for your wedding and that would never happen now. You stopped by the phone store getting your own account not wanting anymore strings attached to the player. You spend the rest of your morning looking for a small affordable apartment. Luckily you were able to find one with in distance of your school and a reasonable price. It’s now the afternoon and you have to rush not wanting to be late for your class. Although it probably wouldn’t have made a difference if you had missed today, you barely pay attention. You find yourself back with the hotel walls.

You feel completely and utterly alone. You want nothing more to call your best friend or stop by Samu’s shop and cry on his shoulder while you eat some comfort food. But there is hesitation Suna was Atsumu's friend before he was yours, and you'll probably break down in tears just looking at Osamu he was his damn twin for heavens sake. What were you to them you wonder. You only got close to them because of the setter. Part of you wanted to believe that they cared about you and all of those friendships would still be there but you couldn’t. How could they want you around. You really question your place in their lives. It’s hard to trust in anything you had also believed Atsumu loved you and would never hurt you, yet that much was proven untrue. It's hard to trust in anything you feel or know. Another reason is your afraid of all of the memories you shared with them Atsumu ever present in those moments. You don’t want to think about him any more. You don’t want any remnants of that man In your life. While you want to believe Suna would be there for you, that he’d choose you. It was not a risk you were ready to take. You don’t think you could survive another heartbreak. It’s better to leave things as is, to cherish the good memories and not risk tainting them with pain.

It’s been two months since your birthday. You’ve moved into a quaint apartment. You got a job working at a little cafe to pay for rent. Between work and studying for your degree you try to keep yourself busy. It’s hard being on your own. You try to distract yourself with the things that brought you joy. Some days are better than others but all in all everything still hurts. Graduation is only a couple of months away so at least there’s something to look forward too. There are moments that come quite often that you miss your friends but you can’t bring yourself to reach out still untrusting. You look back sometimes and wonder where the lies stopped. You avoid everything that has to do his Atsumu Miya. Even the sight of a simple volleyball brings distress.

Three and half months later the cosmos played another prank on you. It was just another Friday afternoon and you were working in the cafe. You had just helped a young beautiful woman at the counter. She seemed so familiar but you couldn’t quit place it. You could see a puzzled look on her face. Then it hit you. You knew exactly who this woman was. She was the one with your ex fiancé at the restaurant that fateful night. The realization must have struck her too. Her eyes grew wide with worry. Although you weren’t expecting what she did next.

“I AM SO SORRY,” she basically yelling as she bows in front of you. “ I’m so sorry for the part I played in your pain.” She continues. You can tell she is really distressed. You coworkers and a few costumers look at the spectacle. Hating all of the attention now directed toward the both, you beg her to please stand.

“I need you to understand I had no idea, I would never have gone for a taken man.”

You sighed and sent a look to your coworker that you were going to take a quick break. “Would you like a cup of coffee,” you ask her. You never thought That you’d be sitting having coffee with the mistress of the only man you ever loved yet here you are. There’s an awkward silence for a moment. You don’t rush things you can see she’s also having a hard time trying to figure out where to start. You take a sip of your coffee as she finally speaks.

“My names Yuki,” she states.

“YN ,” you offer back.

“Well, umm YN I just want to say I am so sorry for wh-” you cut her off holding up your hand.

“You said you didn’t know, correct?” You send a glance at her raising your eyebrow. She nods.

“Are you still with him?” She sits up straight.

“Absolutely not,” she states with conviction “after you left I asked him what just happed and he explained who you were and I left.. well not with out dumping my drink in face" she gave a little giggle.

“Ha! Oh I wish I could have seen that,” you laughed picturing him drenched in the restaurant. “In that case you have nothing to apologize for, you are a victim of Atsumu’s selfishness as well. I’m sorry he put you through that.” She gave a sad smile you could see she was hurt too. The two of you spent a few more moments in each other’s comfort discussing the facts of his affair. It hurts to know that he had a legitimate relationship with Yuki but a part of you was glad to know. It was a small piece of closure to know how deep his transgressions ran, knowing it wasn’t just sex hurt even more. But it furthered your stance that he didn’t love you and if he had at one point the love had faded on his part some time ago. You spent the rest of your shift plagued with thoughts of you past.

After your shift you went home to change before heading out to your local bar. In your time alone you had taken solace in drinking with strangers. After dressing in an appealing yet comfortable outfit you headed out. You wanted to feel comfy and relaxed but that didn’t stop you from wanting to look nice. In your past visits it wasn’t uncommon for men to try and talk you up and while you did indulge in the compliments none had succeeded in getting you to return home with them. There had yet to be a guy who fully kept your attention away from your former lover.

You found your favorite spot at the bar, just far enough from the blaring music and smokers. You smiled at the bartender before ordering your usual. You sat there letting the liquor relax you as you listened to what music the DJ was playing tonight. Normally you stick to just drinks but after the day you had you need something to take the edge off. After downing a shot of tequila you notice a presence next to you.

“Is this seat taken,” the man smiled at you. You had never seen him here before and you know damn well you would have noticed him before. Although he wasn’t a giant like most of the men you knew in your life, he wasn’t excessively short either you could tell he’d still stand taller than you. You couldn’t lie the man was extremely defined and muscular, you swear his tanned thighs that you saw peeking from under his khaki shorts were bigger than your face. His skin was tanned you can tell from pleanty of time in the sun. He had strong jaw line but his most prominent feature was this bright mop of orange hair he tried to hide under a ball cap. He had a bright smile that reached his alluring brown eyes. It was safe to say he was very handsome. He tilts his head to the side a little smirk reaching his lips. It then you realized you had never responded and just been sitting here gawking.

“Um no it’s not uhh go ahead,” you stammered out feeling a blush creep on to your cheeks at your response. What is this feeling why are you acting like a school girl.

He takes the seat next to you ordering a beer then turning to you reaching out his hand. “ Shoyo Hinata,” he states.

You accept his hand giving it a light shake. “ YN LN,” you responded. “ I’ve never seen you here before Hinata-San,” you prod wanting to know about the stranger.

“Just Shoyo is fine,”he gives you another dazzling smile. “I actually just moved back to Japan,” he states “this is my first time at this bar , but with customers as beautiful as you I’ll definitely have to come more often.” Ohh hes smooth you think. You let out a light chuckle at his compliment although it’s fairly simple compared to some of lines you’ve heard it definitely has the desired affect on you.

“Well then Shoyo where are you traveling from?” Question not wanting the convo to stop.

“I just got back from Brazil,” he mused that signature smile never far from his face.

“Wow Brazil! That’s so far was it hard to be so far from home?”you questioned.

The conversation with Hinata flowed effortlessly. Pleanty of laughes shared as he told you countless stories of his time in South America. Being in conversation with him is like talking to the sun it’s so bright and happy. He does eventually mention playing beach volleyball and for a moment you mind thinks of your ex but it then you realized it was the first time since Sho made his appearance that you had thought of the setter. It felt nice to finally have your mind clearing from the twin. As of recent at any mention of volleyball you would have ended the convo making an excuse to leave, yet you didn’t want to, plus beach volleyball is completely different than regular volleyball you reason.

Time passes by as well do several drinks. You are by no means drunk just a little tipsy. Over the course of your talking the space between Hinata started to narrow. Right now you were so close you could smell his cologne and the slight minty scent of his breath. His hand caressed your elbow. Your breath hitched when he finally leaned in “do wanna get out of here?,” you can see his iris’s darken ever so slightly. “We can go back to my place,” he continued.

Several thoughts ran threw your mind in that moment. One, you were nervous, you hadnt been with anyone other than Atsumu. Two, you were sure you weren’t ready for a relationship but it was just sex it’s not like he’s asking on a romantic vacation. And three you wanted nothing more than to feel his lips against yours. “Absolutely.”

That’s how you got to where you are now. You barely made it through the threshold before Hinata had you pinned to the door. You were locked in a searing kiss. It was like he was stealing the air from your lungs. His hands roamed your figure before slipping under your blouse. “You are absolutely gorgeous,” he breaths before pressing a kiss under your jaw trailing down you neck. You place you hands on his shoulders trying to ground yourself. You let out a loud moan as he gives a bite to your shoulder while grabbing a hand full of you breast. He smiled into you neck with pleasure from the sounds you made. The two of you stumbled a bit as you started making your way to his room shedding clothes left and right. The door closed to the bedroom and you were ready for a mindblowing night.

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