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aroaessidhe · 1 year
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2022 reads // twitter thread  
Funeral Girl
a girl who can talk to the ghosts of those who come through her family’s small town funeral home & tries to fulfill their last wishes
when her classmate dies unexpectedly & wants her help, she’s forced to confront her deep fear & anxiety about death & her relationship with her friends & family
aroace MC
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flamingpudding · 10 days
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I have a theory!
Duke groaned, his head tumping against his desk on his side of the room. He had heard these words often enough by now to know that his roommate was going to start ranting about something strange but weirdly fascinating again.
The last time his roommate started with that, he went on a rant how all rich people have a secret basement below their homes or some secretly identities with a bulletpoint list of what to look out for as a warning. Which Duke had a hard time not laughing about as he thought about Bruce, who ended up checking a lot of the bulletpoints.
"Danny what is it now?" Duke ended up asking after all. He knew he wouldn't be able to stop his roommate. No one aside from his sister apparently could, Danny even gave her number to Duke as an emergency number in case Danny ever gets so caught up in his own thoughts that even he himself couldn't stop himself anymore. Yeah that was weird to watch Danny trying to stop himself, but it was fascinating that his sister only needed to say his name twice over the speaker.
"Duke hear me out!" Okay of to a good start, so this meant Danny wasn't a hundred percent behind his own theory.
"Red Hood is a ghost or part ghost!"
If Duke had been drinking something, he would have taken a spit take here. For some reasons he had the image of Jason wearing a bed sheet saying the most deadpan 'Boo' in his head when Danny said that. He coughed, trying to hide that amusement. "What makes you say that?"
"You know how you 'saw' that I am a 'Meta'?" Danny ask him in return and Duke nodded still feeling a but weird with how Danny sounded when he refred to himself as Meta but also vividly remembering how his roommate pretty much blinded him on the day he moved into the dorms. "I can kind of see something similar. Like I explained how I have a ghost sense and all that, right?"
"Yea, you did." Duke nodded along, he new his roommate became a Meta through a lab accident. Once Duke had asked him and they had the cleared the air about both of them being Metas, Danny had somewhat opened up a bit on his whole weird family and Duke thought his family wasn't normal but compared to the Fentons the Batfamily might as well could be.
"Well last night I ran into him when I went scrap collecting for my engineering project!"
"DANNY!" Duke couldn't help but scowl. One the school was providing materials, Danny didn't need to do that and two, if he met Red Hood aka Jason that meant Danny wandered far enough to end up near or in Crime Alley! He would need to bug Jason later to find out more about that.
"I know, I know." His roommate waved him off. "Anyway, my ghost sense tingled. Soooo Red Hood got to be a ghost or part ghost, considering he hit a wall instead of phasing through it when he chased me..."
"Danny!" Duke scowled him again, hidding his amusement behind it. Now, he really had to get THAT story out of Jason later, plus he wanted to see if there maybe was possible video proof of Jason running into a wall chasing after Danny.
"Anyway! I got more than just that! Listen here, you know how I told you about some of my parents' inventions..." Danny instead continued finally starting his rant.
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outsideratheart · 2 months
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Birthdays in Bed (Alexia Putellas x reader)
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A/N: Happy Birthday to the queen herself! To the anon that requested this, I hope you like it.
The sun peaking through the blinds was the reason why Alexia woke up. Although, if you were to ask her she would say the lack of your presence was the real culprit. 
She buried her head into your pillow. The scent of your wild berries shampoo flooded her senses but the coldness she felt on your side of the bed caused her in groan in disappointment. 
Where were you? That was her first question. Alexia soon got her answer when she looks over to the baby monitor. Your son’s crib was empty. 
She pushed herself up the bed and reached down to the floor to get her t-shirt you had gladly stripped her of the night before. Her left foot was out the cover but just as she was about to get up she heard tiny footsteps outside the door. What followed made her heart melt. 
“Shhh mama, Mami’s sleeping. Need to surprise her” your son’s accent was a mixture of Spanish and English but the latter was that little bit stronger when he spoke in your language. 
“I know bubs. That why I told you to stay with me whilst I got everything ready” your voice was one that Alexia could pick out from a mile away. 
Jordi, your two year old, tried to shush you again but ended up giggling at the way his mouth vibrated.  
It was a sound that Alexia loved and if asked she would say it was her favourite, tied with yours of course. 
The door slowly opened. It revealed your son in a tiny birthday hat and you carrying a tray with a selection of food on it. 
“Mami, you’re awake” Jordi playfully smacked his head. The dramatics he had picked up from his mami. 
“We wanted to surprise you” you told your wife who laid in bed content with the scene in front of her. 
“Don’t say it. I say it” the little boy stumbles over to his parents bed. 
You wanted to help him get up onto yours and Alexia’s bed as it was rather high for someone his size but you knew he’d stop you. The determination on his face and the way his tongue sticks out the side of his mouth was very familiar. 
“Surprise mami” Jordi launched himself at Alexia and peppered many sloppy kisses all across her face. 
“Feliz cu-“ you are cut off by your son. 
“No mama. I say it” once again Jordi stops you from uttering the words. He wanted to be the first one to wish his mami a happy birthday. 
“Feliz Cumpleaños” your son tries his hardest to perfect the pronunciation and the effort alone causes both you and Alexia to smile proudly. 
“Gràcies mi pequeño tesoro”  
You place the tray down and joined your little family in bed. Jordi was snuggled into Alexia’s side with his head buried in the crook of her neck. You took advantage of the boy’s lack of vision and kissed your wife. 
“Happy birthday my love” 
Alexia pulled you back in for a couple small kisses. 
Jordi eyes you both before pointing to the food. The boy had an appetite bigger than both yours and Alexia’s combined. 
“Well, what is this?” Alexia asks him. 
“We made breakfast. Look!” He carefully grabs a plate and gives it to Alexia. 
She inspects the fruit salad and although she is very grateful for the gesture, she did expect something a little more sugar based. 
“There is fruit” Jordi point the colourful bowl “and pan con tomate” his Spanish accent was adorable “juice and water” 
“Is there anything else?” Alexia asks him. 
“Nope. Mama says no sweets for breakfast” Jordi replies. 
It was true. You wanted your son to eat healthily with a few sweet treats. Breakfast however was a time to get the nutrients your bodies needed before the day started. 
Your son didn’t seem to care though because he takes a bite of the toast with no further questions. 
“It’s my birthday” Alexia pouts at you. 
“There’s Panellets in the kitchen” you grab a piece of strawberry out the bowl. 
“Mi amor, it’s my birthday” Alexia repeats herself. It was the one day of the year where she secretly loved how much you loved to celebrate her. Every year since you started dating you would bake her a cake. This year she hoped the tradition would continue. 
“The cake comes later. We have a game to play” 
“Ok. Cake later and some other desserts I think” your wife raised her eyes playfully as she kissed the side of your neck. 
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softest-punk · 12 days
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Loving the vamp/pet AU...it's giving me too many thoughts
Vamp lord Dream would be the sort to hide away up in his castle until Hob drags him down to the town for a night of drinking and merriment. Hob is very confused when he wakes up alone, only to find Dream at the schoolhouse begrudgingly reading a pile of books to the children after having been cornered by one and being berated until he did all the voices. Suddenly storytime with Dream becomes a more regular occurrence to the point where the school teacher (I'm imagining gault) actively has to start shooing him out of her classroom.
Also (because I am always the sort to make Hob and Jo old friends regardless of the AU) world renowned vampire hunter Johanna Constantine showing up to 'save' her friend who went missing, and upon finding him in Dream's bed willingly thinks Hob's enthralled or something. That is until she watched Hob play with one of Dream's many raven familiars while Dream watches with Heart Eyes™ and is like "Oh no, they're both insane" though she gives Dream the shovel talk anyway before leaving.
Okay so I did have ✨a vision✨ very much like that first scenario so I have written it down and am going to share it here :D
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Hob’s primary motivation in getting Dream to agree to come down to the pub with him had been, secretly, that he’d wanted Dream to see how universally respected and adored he is. How people knew it was him who made sure their homes were warm in the winter, that they all had enough food in their bellies, that the sick were tended to and the children well-educated and the young men looking for apprenticeships got them, even if they had to leave his slice of London for it, and that the ones who wanted to go to university went with his blessing and his help, and the elderly weren’t forgotten, and so on. That they all knew he took care of them, and they were grateful, and loved him.
He’s glad Dream had agreed, because he’s spent the whole night looking shocked by people thanking him, and smiling at him, and greeting him warmly. Hob had been fairly sure he thought most of them were afraid of him. But they weren’t. Not really. They were scared of giving their tithe because it was medical and a little painful and no matter how comfortable and calm and clean the surroundings were, it still made them nervous. Dream had always been a good master, and they all knew it.
Hob sips his pint as Dream, a touch stunned, talks amicably with yet another of his people. The thing is, Hob’s noticed, that he does know the details of their lives. He’s asked after babies, and older children, parents, suitors, and business interests, one after another without needing to be reminded about any of it.
He cares. He cares so much.
Hob loves him. He’s probably staring moonstruck at him between sips of his pint for all the pub to see. He doesn’t care. They all know, obviously, and anyone who approaches Dream gives him a kind look and a pat on the arm as they leave.
“Mr. Gadling?” a voice asks at his elbow.
“Sally!” Hob turns to beam at the little girl—ten years old next week—who’d been one of his first friends here.
He’d come as a bookseller, picking himself up after a disastrous fall from grace, and Sally loved books. She hadn’t been at all wary of him for being a stranger, and they’d bonded quickly.
A gaggle of other children, mostly younger, begin to gather around Hob’s side of the table, all their dear little faces familiar. His little informal book club, who had their own corner in the back of the shop to huddle together over stories they read to each other. Or, when the shop was quiet, that Hob read to them.
“Hello, my darlings. How’ve you been keeping?”
“We miss you,” Alice complains, swinging from Sally’s skirt.
“Is that really Mr. Dream?” Johnny, always the brave one, asks.
Hob glances over at Dream, who turns out to be watching the children as though he’s never seen one.
“That’s him,” Hob says, beaming. “Told you he wasn’t scary.”
“Are you married to him?” another voice pipes up.
“Can he turn into a bat?”
“Does he suck the blood through his fangs?”
“How old is he?”
Hob laughs, and laughs, gesturing for a break in the stream of questions.
“Don’t you think some of those are very personal questions?” he chides lightly. So lightly it seems to have no effect at all.
“I do not mind answering them,” Dream says. “In reverse order: I am three hundred and seventy-four years old, I am obliged to swallow the blood like any of you would swallow food or drink, I cannot become a bat myself, but I have a coven sister who can become a whole swarm of them.”
“And are we married?” Hob asks, delighting in watching Dream talk to the children with all the patience in the world.
“I have braided the golden thread of your soul into the tattered remains of mine,” Dream says. “And hold the bond I share with you more dearly than anything else I have to my name. I would relinquish every penny I have, every ounce of power and every square inch of territory if you asked it of me and be content as long as I could keep your company. But we are not married, no. We could be, if that would please you.”
Hob opens his mouth, closes it, opens it again, makes a sound that had probably once aspired to be a coherent sentence, and then closes it again with a click.
Dream’s brows furrow. Like he didn’t even hear himself speak.
“Will you read to us?” a tiny voice breaks the silence. Hob laughs as a worn copy of Gulliver’s Travels is passed to Sally to be offered to him. Kids have no use for the dramatic, sweeping love of a particularly sentimental vampire. Adventure stories, however, are worth having.
Hob looks at the book, and then across the table to Dream, a plan forming in his mind.
“Why don’t you ask him?” Hob says, nodding across the table to Dream. “He reads to me, sometimes. He’s really good at it.”
There’s a brief pause, a chittering conference, and then a chorus of please that would put the angels themselves to shame.
Dream looks between Hob, and the children.
“You did just promise me anything if it’d make me happy,” Hob points out. This is really for Dream, but he’s not good at taking things for himself. If Hob wants it, though, that’s a different matter.
Five minutes later, Dream’s ensconced in an armchair by the fire, where there’s enough room to move the armchairs and a rug for the children to sit at his feet on. A couple of brave ones sit on the arms of the chair, and one—George, an absolutely fearless three-year-old—sets himself confidently in Dream’s lap.
The look of wonder on Dream’s face makes Hob’s heart swell behind his ribs. He’s always beautiful, of course, but especially so now. Absolutely glowing. Surrounded by enrapt children and more than a few curious adults.
“My father,” Dream begins, low and soothing as ever. “Had a small estate in Nottinghamshire; I was the third of five sons.”
Whenever Hob read to these particular children, they interrupted him regularly with questions and comments. He’d never minded, it’d all been part of the fun.
They don’t interrupt Dream. They sit there enrapt, like Hob does, hypnotised by the low soothing cadence of Dream’s voice. In the beginning, he’d struggled a little to adapt to a more nocturnal lifestyle, and Dream had talked him to sleep of a morning until he’d started getting sleepy naturally then.
More than one of the youngest kids drops off, leaning on their neighbours.
It’s only when the clock strikes ten that Hob realises he’s been listening to Dream read for well over an hour. Nearly two.
Hob’s sudden start makes Dream pause and look at him, uncertain, book dangling from his hand as he surveys his audience, half of it asleep now and the other half getting there.
“Oh,” he says.
“That might be enough for one night?” Hob suggests, giving some of the older children a nudge.
It’s only then he realises that the whole pub had been under the same spell, when everyone comes back to themself at once. Hob realises, belatedly, that Dream’s voice isn’t just soothing because it’s low and quiet. It gets inside him. He knows that. He loves it.
It’s magic. Of course it is. Vampire magic.
Harmless, though. He wouldn’t have done it to the children if it wasn’t harmless.
Their parents begin to collect them, most of them being told to thank Dream for reading to them, which evidently surprises him. By the end of it, though, he’s glowing with happiness. Not everyone would be able to tell, but Hob can. Hob knows him, and the way he nearly wriggles with contentment when he feels loved and wanted. He can see it now, the restless itch of pleasure.
He’s beautiful all the time, but never more so than when he’s happy.
“Was my performance adequate?” Dream asks as Hob perches on the arm of his chair in the nearly empty pub.
“You’ll get requests all the time now,” Hob says with a grin. “Don’t be surprised if you find them all at the door first thing in the evening.”
Dream scoffs, and takes Hob home.
The next evening, when there’s a knock on the door, Hob smiles.
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pablitogavii · 6 months
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heyyy maybe you could do a fic where the reader and gavi met and fell in love while she was on her foreign exchange year and when she has to leave, she tells pablo that she’s staying for one more year <3333 tyyyyy💕💕
Destiny
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People say things happen for a reason, and you couldn’t agree more. It took you months to convince yourself to take a gap year and do an exchange program in Spain. Right now, you couldn’t imagine your life if you haven’t came to Barcelona and met your man, the infamous footballer Pablo Gavi.
Pablo met you accidentally while ordering himself some breakfast on his way to training seeing you work at the small bakery in town.
It was your way of having money to spend without having your parents send to much but also practicing Spanish.
“Um..para tu café.. quieres um..how to say sugar???” You were struggling badly hoping your boss doesn’t hear since you claimed to be fluent.
“I’d like some sugar, please guapa” Pablo smirked in amusement when he saw your shocked expression that he understood English.
“Umm..o..okay.” You mumbled hearing him call you “guapa” over and over again while avoiding to look into his eyes not wanting to blush like a tomato.
“Do you watch fútbol?” He asked when you brought his coffee and the rest is history…he invited you to once of his games and your story started from there.
From time to time, Pablo still teases you about that day since now you’re fully fluent after speaking to him, friends and his family.
“Cállate cabrón!” You acted annoyed and be would hug you giggling into your neck while leaving open mouth kisses.
“Your cabrón amorcitoo!!!” He said as you cuddled up on the couch giggling to his comment together.
This time with you passed so quickly for Pablo. He would make sure to see your face every single day even if sometimes it had to be just for few minutes before bed. He just wanted to savor that you were close to him not knowing how long that will last. He was scared of asking you to stay..to be with him..to move in finally.
“When is she moving back?” Pedri brought up the question in training and since then Pablo was annoyed whenever he would think about you leaving him so soon.
"What did I say???" Pedri asked Ansu who told him to shut up about that topic around Pablo knowing how secretly sensitive his best friend is.
"He needs to get used to it cause she's leaving soon" Ferran added and when Pablo heard that he felt nauseous rushing back into the dressing room where he sat down crying into his hands.
A few days later, you noticed Pablo feeling unusually sad all the times wondering what's gotten into him so suddenly.
“Hopefully you didn’t forget English, you will need to use it soon” Javi said without thinking during one of the dinners you had with him and Aurora.
Pablo got up walking to the balcony and you looked after him sadly while his sister hit her boyfriends shoulder.
“You had to bring it up huh!??” She said snd Javj apologized but I told him it was all right and that you will bring Pablo back.
“Amor? Que pasa contigo??” You walk up hugging him from behind and resting your chin on his shoulder as he sighed heavily.
“Maybe we should speak English, so you practice for when you leave me…” he said annoyingly and you knew this was his defense mechanism. You walk around snaking your arms around his neck and going on your top toes to kiss his lips.
“Is that what makes you my angry bird, cariño..huh?” You smile excited to tell him the news but decided to do so when you are alone tonight.
“I don’t want you to leave…I’m so used to you now and I just…” he looked so sad and you couldn’t help kissing to shut him up.
“Te amo!!!” You smile and he does as well although weakly since he was still thinking about you being so far away so soon.
“Yo te amo muchisimo princesa” you he said kissing your forehead as you took his hand and walked back inside.
“I’m sorry hermano, didn’t mean to make you sad” Javj said and Pablo nodded saying that it’s not his fault.
“My girl is leaving so soon…” he says and you couldn’t wait anymore hating to see him so sad.
“I’m not leaving cariño…” you say taking a bite and he froze starting at you in disbelief while you chuckled looking at Aurora who was getting excited now.
"W..what???" he said and you giggled asking him to take a sip of water first since he was indeed getting pale and anxious.
"Are you staying!? Tell us hermana!" Aurora was just as impatient and you giggled nodding your head while Pablo was still silent just staring at you in disbelief.
"You can kiss me now cariño..." you said but Pablo was still frozen which was so adorable especially when his gorgeous eyes filled with happy tears. That's all he wanted to hear for so long..that you'll stay..that you won't leave him..that he was your home.
"Unless you don't want me to stay?" you ask and he immediately snaps out of it rushing to your side and grabbing your face before crashing his lips onto yours passionately making everyone giggle.
"Um..um..h..how long?" he was crying now and you were drying his tears kissing his cheeks, nose and finally lips.
"Forever..I got into one of the universities here and I accepted their offer. I want to be here with you Pablito..." you said and couldn't add anything else since he was kissing your again happily.
"Will you stop eating her face so I can hug her too!?" Aurora hit her little brother's head and he got up rolling his eyes at her smiling tho when she hugged you too kissing your cheek happily.
"Thank you for not leaving me with the angry bird Gavira!!! I love you hermana." Aurora said and you both laughed while Pablo groaned rolling his eyes at the little remark. You would always call him 'an angry bird' when he would throw his tantrums but he loved to hear it when it came from you...because you were the only one who could deal with his angry bird.
"My handsome angry bird..." you walked up to Gavi who snaked his arms around your waist while you held his face smiling at his bluhsing cheeks before going on your tip toes and capturing his lips into a sweet kiss.
"Um..I know it might be sudden..and it's totally fine if you eanna keep living alone..but..but..um..would you..maybe wanna live with me instead?" Pablo asked and Aurora smiled wide cheering with Javi while everyone looked at you now waiting for a response.
You just smiled nodding your head and jumping into his arms with your hands snaked around his neck and he spun you around happily thanking god you said 'yes' or he might have made fool of himself.
"Te amo muchisimo!!!" Pablo kept saying in between kisses and you giggled nodding your head trying to say it back but his kisses wouldn't let you talk.
"Congrats hermano!" both Javi and Aurora congratulated you before deciding to leave early and let you enjoy some alone time you both obviously desperately wanted right now.
You were cleaning up the dishes while he took out the trash coming back and snaking his arms around your waist resting his head on your shoulder leaving little kisses on your neck.
"Now that this is our home...I can do this much more often" he said and you blushed nodding you head happy for the future you will share together.
"Stop distracting me Pablito!!!" you said and he giggled promising to behave while you get your work done although you both knew that was not going to last long.
"Thank you for not leaving amor...te amo" he said and you smiled finishing the last plate before turning around and hugging him back before you both started kissing and moving towards your shared bedroom.
You were currently laying with your naked chest glued to Pablo's while he played with your hair and you nuzzled your face into his neck taking in his strong familiar scent. This felt like home...
"It's destiny..." he said and you looked up
"What is amor?" you ask and he leaned down to kiss you sweetly.
"You not knowing how to say sugar in Español..." he teased you per usual and you hit his chest before he laughed getting on top of you and kissing you deeply.
"I hate you!!" you say and he tickled you until you gave up and said "te amo Pablito!!!" which made him let you breathe and pull you close for more cuddles before sleep. ❤️❤️❤️
Hope you enjoyed!!!
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jaiistg · 8 months
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Karma Akabane who is whipped for reader
"I guess I'm stuck forever by the glue, oh, and you"
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•You and Karma met because of his and your's parents !! They knew that you two would get along so well,infact you two did get along...Maybe a little too well,to the fact he got attached to you.
•His parents shipped you both together when Young karma asked them why does his hard beats super fast whenever he sees you and wanting to always be by your side.HIS MOM WAS ALL LIKE "MY BABY BOY IS GROWING UP !!!"
•You and Karma are classmates on class 3-A, that was until this fucker got suspended and was now in class 3-E🙄 he would help you with subjects your struggling with.
•After his suspension he couldn't stop thinking about you like "how is she doing?" "Does she miss me?" One day he saw you hanging out with his one and only rival Asano Gakushuu.He didn't blame you since him and Assano🙄 were your only friends.
•He thought he was being slick with hiding his feelings for you that was until he got exposed by koro sensei because HE KEEPS DODDLING YOU ON HIS NOTEBOOK,he was so fluttered he can't even look at koro-sensei in the eye...tsk tsk hope you learn your lesson next time Karma~
•Ever since his classmates found out that he likes you THEY KEEP TEASING HIM AND HE CAN'T HELP BUT BLUSH😭.
•Everytime he sees you the world stops.Its as if you two are the only people in this world.This dude wants to approach you and ask how your doing but is too afraid because he hasn't spoken to you for a long time.
•Eventually,you guys talked and it felt like nothing has changed,He dosent know what he was so afraid of...
•He sometimes gets lonely on his house because his parents are always at work so he calls you and ask's if you can come over,and ofc you said yes.
•His house,the place where you guys first met and also the place where you guys became official<33.
•It turns out you guys are smitten for eachother but can't seem to confess to one another.How did they found out about each other's feelings? Truth or dare.Yeah you heared me right Truth or dare.
(name-chan) truth or dare he asked?
(name) can see his smirk.what is he up to now..? As she face palmed."Truth"
Have you ever liked someone in our school? Karma asked curiously secretly hoping she'd say yes and say it is him
(name) was caught of-guard.Since when did he care about things like this? She thought.
Fine,Yes I had a crush on someone.I still have a crush on them tho...She mumbled the last part but Karma can hear it.
Its your turn now strawberry! Truth or dare (name) said excitingly
He can't help but find her cute."Dare,im not a coward like you!" He said jokingly
Hey!! (Name) said clearly offended."If you have a crush on someone can you text them and confess?"
"What."
"Pleaseeeeeeeeee"
Ofc he couldn't say no to her.So he did it.
Wait someone texted me (name) said
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She was shocked.She looked up from the screen and saw karma smiling at her with a tint of blush on his cheeks.
"Is this....True?"
"Duhh,why would I lie to you about what I feel?" he said chuckling but also serious about what he said
I..."
"you?
"I like you too."
"HUH ARE YOU FOR REA-"
•Has he died and went to heaven?? Are you sure you'll go to heaven? Lmaooalakka THE (NAME) LIKES HIM BACK??? SOMEONE SAVE THIS MAN FROM PASSING OUT.
•And yeah! That's what happened, after you two became official you guys told both of his and your's parents !! They were happy that you two got together.
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svltzmans · 8 months
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hello, can you do one where hope takes her gf to meet klaus and hayley (you can add any of the other mikaelson if you want!). headcanon, story, or any other format is fine with me!
hope mikaelson bringing her gf home to her parents headcanons <3
a/n: hi anon!! this is my first request that's so exciting!! (am i pathetic idk) but i'm really glad you requested for hope bc i love her sm and i hope i do her justice <3 tysm for submitting this! i hope you like it!!
warnings: i don't think any?? just not proofread as always!!!
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LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED
hope would bring up the idea after you guys had been together for a while
and you were just sitting on the couch or something when she asked if you wanted to
and you would be SO NERVOUS because you know how much hope respects her parents and values their opinions
and we all know hope is headstrong and comes across as brave constantly, but she is secretly nervous too
even though she knows klaus and hayley will like you
and despite how much hope reassures you klaus and hayley both intimidate you a lot
but nonetheless y'all hop in the car for a long ass road trip to new orleans
i just know hope has an incredible road trip playlist
but anyway the drive feels like forever and a half because of the nerves
i feel like klaus and hayley would just be waiting outside for you guys to arrive
and seeing them in person completely freaks you out so you instinctively take hope's hand
"they are going to love you. i know i told you that a billion times and you won't believe me until you see it, but i swear it's true."
you guys get out of the car together, but hope steps out slightly ahead of you so you have a second to breathe
it's also insanely hot in new orleans and it's not helping your anxiety
but once you step out of the car and start walking toward the (massive ass) house, you start to feel a little better seeing hope embrace both of her parents
and then eventually their attention turns to you
i feel like hayley would say something along the lines of "hope, you didn't tell me she was this stunning!" and hope would be like "actually i did???" 😭😭😭
and you'd just be standing there blushing profusely thinking about the things hope told her parents about you
klaus honestly doesn't know how to respond to this situation
he kinda just gives an awkward handshake and hello
but he warms up to you so fast
soon enough he's telling you stories hope hasn't even heard
and she's like "who even is the favorite here?"
you guys would be staying for the weekend before returning to mystic falls
and during that time klaus and hayley grew to love you even more
hope would probably have a few things planned like dinners and stuff
but it would overall be a relaxed weekend getting to know hope's family
they're actually sad when you have to go
i feel like rebekah would show up like sunday night and be like wtf i missed it :(
but she would have a cute introductory conversation with you too!
and you'd turn to hope and be like "she is actually MY aunt"
in the car on the way home hope would be a total smartass and be like "i told you they would like you!!!"
and you'd kinda just smile because she was right
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saelique · 2 months
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DAZAI OSAMU AS A FATHER
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✦ — ft. the agency + chuuya ! ✦ — cw : fluffy fluff with a tinge of angst :0 uh- broken humour and bad writing :( english is not my first language ! uh. dazai gets beat up by chuuya, feminine pet names so reader is female :3 NOT PROOFREAD !
feel like he would wanna have one girl and one boy :0 [s/n] -> son’s name [d/n] -> daughter’s name! they’ll be twins cause why not? :V 
he’s kinda of a 50/50. not the best but he’s definitely trying so that’s a point ! 
he would most likely would be the fun parent. always taking your kids out to play, letting them play with his hair and tying them up in silly hairstyles, or maybe just plain causes chaos with them. 
he would sooo take them to the agency to bother kunikida (failed) and to also take them to visit the rest of the agency members and staff of course! 
atsushi absolutely adores them! so that’s why you usually drop off [s/n] and [d/n] at his place. kyouka also helps with taking care the two of them which is the sweetest thing ever ! 
ranpo and yosano are like the fun uncle and aunts ! basically they take your kids out to everywhere. even missions. so that’s why they do get scolded by you quite often. but as long as they have fun and with the fact that they’re most definitely safe, why not just let them do it? (no one can get hurt with yosano’s ability soo no casualties!) 
mmm kunikida is the so very strict uncle that secretly cares for them. it’s super heartwarming to see him interacting with [s/n] since apparently your son likes him the most for some weird reason. and of course, dazai always complains and whines about it. which is hilarious to you. considering [s/n]’s personality was very similar to dazai’s. 
kenji is like a older brother figure to them! he even teaches [s/n] and [d/n] how to plant crops, etc. etc. but unfortunately they don’t really 100% listen to him. But kenji doesn’t mind at all! In fact, he even takes them out to the fields to have fun. 
naomi and tanizaki…well…your kids definitely think they’re weird. no offense! they just…tend to…y’know..
fukuzawa and your daughter are super close! sometimes you think you would get diabetes from seeing them together. he would always teach her how to play chess, and in turn [d/n] tells him about what she learned recently in school! 
and of course, chuuya knows all about them! despite not even meeting them! all thanks to dazai! of course, he’s happy for his ex partner. but sometimes it just gets too annoying so don’t mind it when your husband comes back home bruised and beaten, yeah?
“ouch- ouch-ow! lets just- ow!” Dazai repeatedly winces dramatically when you try and clean his wounds with a wet cloth, dabbing it on his skin as gently as possible.  “you wouldn’t have to go through this if you just didn’t bother nakahara y’know?” you chuckle, “awww..but I wanted to tell him how [s/n] beat the living daylights out of a classmate that was annoying him :(“ you pause your movements, obviously in shock at what dazai just said.  “[s/n] did what?” you asked, widening yours eyes before hitting your (stupidly loveable) husband in the head with the wet cloth, water splattered onto his clothes and hair. “ouch!” “I can’t believe you never told me! how could you?!” “dont worry! i took him out for ice cream!” “that’s not what I meant!” 
ahem. anyways! 
please please please don’t let dazai and your kids in the kitchen. they’ll practically burn it down to ashes without your supervision. and if they didn’t burn it down, the food would most likely taste horrendous. with horrible food combos. 
but alas, you’re already used to their shenanigans. what could you do? 
”I’m ba-what is this?” you froze at the sight of a black gooey looking dish, you had just returned from the agency to do something important and what you came home to was two children and a grown adult man stained with eggs, flour, etc. and a plate of suspicious food.  “we made it for you mama!” your son exclaims happily while your daughter and husband nods. “…I’m not hungry right now.” you laugh awkwardly, trying to escape from eating whatever that was. “come on honey, it wouldn’t hurt by having a taste right? aaahh…” your husband takes a spoon, scoops some up and raises it to your mouth, seemingly enjoying the petrified face on you. “…fine..” you slightly wince when you say that, regretting for agreeing to eat what they made and without warning, dazai shoves the whole spoonful of food into your mouth as you splutter. after you somehow manage to swallow it all, clasping your hand over your mouth, you look up to see the trio very very…happy somehow.  imaginary flowers and sparkles seem to shine about them. dazai was especially happy…goodness. he was the mastermind wasnt he? “mama! how did it taste?” [s/n] rushes towards you and looks up at you, a puppy expression on his face as you gulp. “v-very nice sweetheart.” you smile at him, still fighting against the urge to throw up all the contents. “Yay!” he cheered, running around the room “we did it!“ “haha.. no wonder ranpo told me to not go home yet..” you mumbled the last bit. “what was that, belladonna?” “nothing!” 
…you got food poisoning in the end. not suprising at all. but whnever dazai offered to cook, you promptly tell him that you already ordered takeout. 
and dazai would be so so so so so sweet with the twins when it’s their bedtime. like- he would literally hum a melody or read a story, whatever they like. and it just usually makes you chuckle at the sight of how gentle he was with them. 
he definitely is really cautious with them since he’s always scared that they’ll slip away. same with you though, that’s why he likes to hug you like a koala when the two of you are asleep.
and when [s/n] or [d/n] has nightmares? he would try his best to soothe them, sometimes ending up falling asleep in their room on the floor. 
but in the end, everything is peaceful and happy. 
even though dazai may be far, far from perfect, there’s no one else you’d rather to be the father of your children ♡
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it’s done ! :D yay! ‘m rlly srry for all the grammar + my English since it’s bad aaahhh T^T *sobs* but I hope u liked it <3 thank u for reading !! (tried my best to not make this too long) I suck at endings :( 
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thevampywolf · 1 year
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My Infuriating Comedian
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Genre: husband!Chan, fluff, crack
Warnings: none
Request: no
Character: Chan
Word Count: 1.4k
"Hey baby? Can you come here?" Chan asks his wife over his bare shoulder as he pulls out a hoodie from his side of the wardrobe.
Y/N sets her makeup brush down on her vanity and walks up to him. "What's the matter?"
"Feel this," Chan holds out the hoodie to her.
Confused, Y/N rubs her fingers over the plush material. "What about it?"
Chan furrows his brows. "Don't you think it feels like boyfriend material?"
He bursts into laughter, his body shaking as Y/N pointedly walks away and plonks herself down on her stool again.
"We've been married for three fucking years," Y/N comments, and Chan's eyes widen as he realises he used the wrong word.
Clearing his throat, Chan reaches for another hoodie. He makes a big fuss in the background, letting out various sounds of confusion before walking up to his wife.
"Wait, feel this one?" Chan nudges her.
"Absolutely not," Y/N's mouth twitches.
"No I'm not joking, it feels weird," Chan says, holding it out to her.
Sighing, Y/N runs her hand over it. "It feels normal to me."
Chan cocks his head to the side. "Really?"
"Why, is there something wrong with it?"
"Yeah … I mean, doesn't it feel like husband material to you?"
He bursts into another fit of giggles as Y/N throws a sponge at him. It bounces off of one of his pecs and boings onto the floor, making the both of them splutter.
"Put some clothes on," Y/N grumbles, turning away with a smile that seems to be automatically growing across her face.
He does as she says, and fifteen minutes later they're slipping their shoes on.
"Where are we actually going?" Y/N asks - they always get ready with the intention of leaving the house. Where they're going, is a completely different question.
"Hmm," Chan thinks, finishing tying his laces. "I mean, I'd take you to see a movie but they don't let you bring your own snacks."
Y/N sits up and shuts her eyes. She inhales slowly, her cheeks flushing as she drops her face into her face.
"Let's just go," she mumbles, brushing past her chuckling husband as she opens the front door.
"Is it okay if I follow you out? My parents always told me to follow my dreams," Chan continues as he steps out of the house after his wife. His words reach two of their neighbours strolling across the street outside of their house, and the two of them can't help but snort with laughter as they take in Y/N's aghast expression, mingled with Chan's smug one.
"Christopher Bahng," Y/N whines. She secretly loves when he's in his bad pick-up line mood … but she doesn't love how red her face grows as a result of them. She clears her throat, smiling at the neighbours as Chan jogs up beside her.
"Everything okay?" Chan asks innocently, slinging an arm around her shoulders as they set off down the footpath.
Y/N mutters an obscure string of incoherent curses under her breath that makes Chan suddenly bark with laughter. He gives a friendly wave at another neighbour who's sat in his garden, watching the couple with amusement as they make their way down the spacious street.
A short while later, Chan suddenly trips; he flies onto the pavement in front of his startled wife, and his face crumples as he grabs one of his legs.
"Chan?" Y/N drops to the floor, worried. "Baby are you okay?"
Chan shakes his head, his face distorting with apparent pain. He gasps as he looks up at his wife.
"Can … can you take me to the hospital?" He wheezes, and Y/N's eyes widen. "I just broke my leg falling for you."
Y/N immediately lets go of him. She stands up and swiftly steps over him, the man cracking up for what seems the hundredth time in the past hour.
Chan scrambles up off of the pavement, proud of himself. "You should have seen the look on your face," he laughs, reaching for Y/N's hand. He curls his fingers around hers, and as much as she wants to pull away in exasperation, she finds she really can't. She lets him hold her hand with his warm, comforting grip as they cross the street.
"Are you having fun embarrassing yourself?" Y/N asks dryly, well aware that passers-by are staring at the both of them.
"I am," Chan nods, squeezing his wife's hand. "Your annoyed reactions are worth it."
Y/N can't help but smile at that. She squeezes his hand back, making the man grin wider and kiss her cheek softly.
The two of them decide to go grocery shopping. They walk around calmly, until they reach a particular aisle.
Chan points to a box of nachos. "We're like nachos and jalapeños."
Y/N raises an inquisitive eyebrow and she tosses a bag of penne into their trolley. "Who's who?"
"I'm the nachos and you're the jalapeños."
"How'd you figure?"
Chan shrugs nonchalantly. "I'm super cheesy, you're super hot … and we belong together."
Y/N lets out a little giggle and Chan's face spreads with satisfaction as the woman shakes her head fondly at him.
"I'll give you that one. You're the cheesiest man I've ever met," Y/N says, making the man grin happily at her.
"I'm sorry I'm not that good at conversations," Chan says suddenly, and Y/N sighs again, knowing where this is going. "Is it okay if I hold your hand instead?"
A groan escaping Y/N's mouth, Y/N slaps her hand across her face. "I'm not sure. Convince me."
Chan taps his chin with his finger. He's quiet until they turn into another aisle where he picks up a different box. He suddenly chuckles as he holds it out to his wife.
"Is your middle name Gillette?" He says, shaking the razor box. "Because you're the best a man can get!"
A young teen walks past them at that moment; she freezes and stares at Chan, utterly appalled before she walks away, casting a weary glance over her shoulder as she goes.
That breaks Y/N; she clutches the handle of the trolley as she suddenly bursts into laughter, the reactions she'd been suppressing inside since the first pick-up line erupting out of her like a volcano.
"Oh my God," she breathes, rubbing her face as Chan flushes bright red with embarrassment. "Her face."
Chan pulls his cap down over his face. He whines inwardly and Y/N lets go of the trolley, walking the short distance up to him.
"Come here," Y/N laughs, slipping her fingers into his. "Think you earned that."
She reaches up and pushes his cap back up onto his face again. His hair spills over his red forehead in messy spirals and Y/N tucks it back under his cap, before cupping both of his hot cheeks in her hands.
"You're infuriating," she whispers, before secretly kissing his nose. He melts automatically under her touch and she grins, stealing another cheeky kiss from his plump lips. "My infuriating comedian."
"M … that's me," Chan mumbles quietly against her mouth, flushing even more at the thought of someone seeing them. Half of him wilts when she finally lets go of him; he wants her to continue holding him. But the other half of him sighs in relief … he doesn't fancy another awkward encounter.
"Hey baby?" He tilts his head towards his wife, not quite ready to let go yet. "Kiss me if I'm wrong but … dinosaurs still exist right?"
Y/N giggles as she reads the back of a packet. She drops it into the trolley before moving towards her husband.
"Oh? But that's not true … I'm married to one," Y/N giggles as Chan's mouth falls open in shock. He folds his arms across his chest, his lips forming a pout; a very comical expression on such a manly looking person.
Y/N grips his face again. She plants a fat, lingering his on his mouth, snorting when she catches sight over Chan's shoulder of an old woman staring at them with judgemental shock.
"I'm joking," she grins, pulling away. She kisses him quickly again before gripping his hand.
Chan's face floods with delight. Tiny sounds of joy escape his lips as he covers his burning red cheeks with his hand, glad his pick-up line finally worked.
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bellarkeselection · 2 years
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Girl Meant For Him
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Hey @kaymudd it's been forever since I have gotten a request from you 🥰
Georgie Cooper request where they have been dating for a while and he never told his parents but they found out. His parents are surprised he is dating his opposite type of girl.
"Georgie stop panicking. They'll like this. You'll be fine." I reassured my boyfriend taking my hand in his feeling him shaking in his boots. We have been secretly dating for a couple months. Until his parents found out when I rushed over kissing him when he was excited he got an A on a test for the first time. Entering his living room we sat down on the couch seeing his mother making dinner. "Mrs. Cooper let me help with that." I offered taking the plates from her hands sitting them on the table. She was suprised at my offer not used to having her son's girlfriends wanting to help with dinner. Finally his father sat at the end of the table with his mother and sister sitting across from us. Sheldon was busy doing work for college tonight.
"So Y/n have you slept with my brother. Is that we didn't know about you until a week ago?" Missy asked which resulted in getting hit in the head by her mother scolding the young middle schooler. "Missy Cooper!" Georgie and I glanced to each other blushing like a tomato at her question. I reached under the table playing with the end of my pink shirt. "You don't have to worry about that. My parents and I have an agreement that I will wait till marriage." I explained calming his mother's nerves. His father took a bite of brisket nudging his sons shoulder with a smile. "I'm proud of you son. You actually found a girl with manners and didn't sleep with her." Reaching over I squeezed my boyfriend's hand seeing him fighting to drop his smile at his father's compliment.
Georgie had gotten a bad reputation since his brother had transferred to high school. So he started acting out and hooking up with girls that weren't exactly a good influence on him. We actually met when one of the joks was picking on me and he stepped in then a week later we were dating. "I know he's got a good heart. He stepped in when I needed saving." Georgie smiled kissing my forehead even though he wanted to kiss my lips but his parents were watching. Missy sticks her tongue out smiling at me. "Y/n, can I show you my room?" Nodding my head I followed her so she could show me her ponies. Georgie felt his mom hug him from behind watching us. "I'm so happy you found a girl that seems to be meant for you." He hugged his mother back happy they approved of the relationship.
Comments really appreciated 😊
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AITA for pretending to lose consciousness and using it as an excuse to drop out of school?
This happened when I was in HS but it's still eating me up. I (18F at the time) suffer from a severe case of IBS, which went undiagnosed for years. During the events of this story, I had no idea what my illness was which I suffered from ever since I was a toddler. My parents took me to several doctor, all who insisted I was perfectly healthy. Every year, the pain would get increasingly worse, and we try a different doctor every once in a while. I gave up seeking medical help during middle school because I was frustrated, the doctors believed I was faking to skip school and refused to write me notes. My parents know I don't lie, yet the doctor's words got to them. They don't exactly think I'm faking, but they think I'm exaggerating a mild stomachache because I wanted to skip school and have no will to fight. I mean, it's true that I have a low tolerance to pain, even getting my hair straightened is a painful experience for me everytime.
Anyway, since IBS tends to attack when someone feels bad, high school was the worst period in my life for numerous reasons but mainly because I was getting severely bullied. Also due to my frustration with doctors, I started believing that my illness was terminal and had yet to be discovered and I was severely depressed thinking my death was soon, which made my IBS worse. When the pain was at its worst, it felt like my belly was being stabbed from the inside by several knives, it leaves me to exhausted to get up from my bed. I always locked my room's door so my parents wouldn't try to drag me out of the bed Whenever I wanted to skip school. Despite at the constant pain I was in, never once did I lose consciousness because of it. Sometimes I wish I could faint so I wouldn't feel the pain for a short a period of time, but it never happened.
In days which pain is manageable, I try my best to go to school, I often attended 2-3 days each week. I specifically insisted on going to this school because it's lenient, unlike the school my parents tried to send me to.
However, just because the pain was manageable, it didn't mean that I was feeling fine. The constant exhaustion from the severe IBS attacks left me tired all the time and I just wanted to lay in my bed again. I spent most of my time at school resting my head on the desk and teachers got used to it, but they drew the line at me actually falling asleep in class.
It happened when I was like 4-5 months away from graduating, I just wanted to rest, I had enough of the pain that I didn't want to set afoot in school again, but my parents wouldn't let me. Eveyrone thinks I'm fine and just exaggerating, that's why, I used my perfect acting skills to drop to the floor while sitting in my chair, I heard everyone whispering about how worrying the way I fell was, that it must be something serious. Classmates kept shaking me for a minute but I didn't react because I wanted it to look real. I eventually pretended to wake up and told them that I couldn't handle it anymore. That period was my Physics final, which I didn't study for, and I didn't want to take it. I have no idea what lessons we took because I never studied or paid attention in class, I was literally at my limit.
I was allowed to rest that day, and when I went back home I told my parents about losing consciousness and that I desperately need to rest. They allowed me to drop out on the condition I go back to school the next year, I agreed, but secretly believed I would never live that long to attend school ever again.
My best friend cried really hard when I told her we wouldn't be graduating together and begged me to reconsider. I told her my illness got worse to the point I started fainting, and I desperately needed to rest.
Of course, I'm still very much alive and learned what's actually wrong with me (I literally self diagnosed myself based on people's experiences on the internet then "confronted" a doctor about it) and the IBS attacks are mild and manageable these days since I know what I need to do to avoid them, I have a full time job and rarely ever need to skip. But the guilt is making me feel like TA for worrying everyone about me and breaking my bff's heart. AITA?
What are these acronyms?
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The Light and The Dark
Chapter 01. Encounter
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Two years ago
The story begins two years ago when you were playing alone near your home late at night, suddenly you were attacked and kidnapped by human traffickers. At that time you desperately screamed for help late at night, but no one was willing to lend a helping hand because they were outnumbered. In the end you were forcibly taken away by them.
Your hands were handcuffed and were taken to their pirate ship. In addition to those bastard accomplices on the boat, you saw several girls about the same age as you and even little girls younger than you.
When the ship left the island sailing on the sea, they took you with other girls to a room for evaluation to ensure that the girls could be sold at a good price. It is simply humiliating us. You are treated as commodities even though are priceless.
When follow the queue, it's your turn go into the room to be evaluated. You didn't pay attention to what they were saying because you were still frustrated, and someone pushed you forward from behind and accidentally fell to the floor.
You got up from the floor and stood still to look at the asshole in front of you. You want to beat them up. But you don’t have that ability, you are just a weak girl now. If they go crazy, they will kill instantly or throw into the sea to feed the fish.
"Name, age, expertise?" The bastard looked you up and down.
"Y/N, 17 years old, can read and write." You said, holding back tears.
"Hey hey hey! Look! There is really high-quality goods! She can read and write! Mark her with a high price!" That bastard took your hand and stamped it with a red seal to mark it as high-quality goods.
You were born and raised on a small island, albeit in a poor family. But both parents are great, you learn some rare things from them. Mother was an explorer and father was a researcher of ancient literature, but both parents passed away a few years ago.
Their evaluation of you as top quality means that your value is high. They put you and other girls in separate rooms and locked the door. You curled up in the corner and cried secretly, you felt helpless and powerless.
You may have been sleeping in a dark room for a long time because of exhaustion and anxiety. Suddenly someone unlocked the door and called you but didn't wake up. The bastard slapped you and woke you up immediately.
The ship has already stopped at the dock, now they want to take you off to the trading location. He tied your hands with a rope and pulled you hard. You couldn't break free and had to follow them.
When you arrive at the trading location you see a bar. There is a woman at the door. She is the owner of this bar and the buyer who wants to buy you. She is sitting on a chair smoking a cigarette and waiting for you.
"Slow..." The woman looked at the person with contempt.
"Who told this girl to fall asleep? She's so slow!" That bastard slapped you.
"Hey, just because I bought her doesn't mean she'll be beaten by you." The woman blew out smoke in the bastard's face.
"Damn bitch!" The bastard choked and scolded the owner.
"Give me the girl and get back to your stinking ship." The woman said.
"Tch! If I don't have enough money, I won't sell you such high-end goods!" The bastard spit on the ground and left.
"Trash….Oh ya.Let me introduce myself first. My name is Ria. You are Y/N, right? I heard that you were evaluated as a high-end product." She put out the cigarette in her hand and looked at you.
"Well..." You looked down at the ground, not looking directly at her.
"It's such a shame that a beautiful face was beaten like this." She lifted your chin and looked at your face.
"Please let me go home." You begged her helplessly with tears in your eyes.
"I bought you with money. If you give me money, I will let you go." She let you go and said.
"I..." You couldn't help but shed tears.
"You have a pretty face, come work here. I will pay you on time, but you must listen to me. You can refuse, and I will sell you back to those garbage. Make your own choice, little girl. ” She lit a second cigarette.
"If I raise all the money, will you really let me go?" You hesitate.
"That's right. I buy you with money, and you pay me back. It's only natural and logical." She took a puff of cigarette and blew out the smoke.
You have no money or ability now, you just know how to read and write. Although it is a good talent, it has no value here at all. You have no choice but to accept her terms and work here.
Your job is as simple as taking orders and serving drinks to guests. Of course, you will still encounter some customers who are lewd and lustful towards you and suddenly harass you. Ria will step in for you and yell at them, but you still feel scared.
Two years later
You have been living under the same roof with Ria for the past two years. In her free time, she takes you shopping for beautiful clothes and teaches you some things you don’t understand. Although the first impression was not very good now you feel like she is like a sister.
The store temporarily closed today because there was a sudden heavy rain outside and couldn't go out. You and Ria had no choice to pass the time at home. You sat on the bed reading the newspaper while Ria sat next to you sewing handkerchiefs.
"Ria, why did you buy me in the first place?" You asked her curiously when you thought of this question while reading the newspaper.
"I originally just wanted to find a beautiful girl to work in the bar, then I found out that those rubbish were actually human traffickers. I had no choice but to buy you, it's better than letting you be with those rubbish." Ria said calmly.
"You can choose not to keep me, at least you will have less of a burden." You closed the newspaper.
"I never thought you were a burden. I just felt annoyed that those rubbish deceived me in this way. By the way, what are you reading?" Ria stopped what she was doing.
"Some pirate incidents and their bounties." You pointed to the report.
"Pirates...there is a very famous Roger pirate group recently." Ria mentioned.
"They are the headlines today. Look how high their bounty is!" You moved the newspaper to show Ria their headlines.
"One of their heads is worth two houses." Ria calculated their bounty carefully.
"It's so cool. You can go on adventures in all kinds of places." You smiled slightly.
"You said your dream is to have adventures everywhere, right?" Ria asked you.
"When I leave here one day, I will go on an adventure. Do you want to come with me?" You invited her with a smile.
"Let's see. I have a bar to run. If I leave, I need to find someone to replace me or close it permanently." Ria said her thoughts calmly.
"Well...it's your business after all." You whispered regretfully.
"You won't need me anymore by then, just go out and explore the world by yourself. Maybe I will see your bounty." Ria said with a smile.
"It's impossible. I'm not as strong as them to shake the world." You explained nervously.
"You have a very smart mind. You may be able to reach unknown realms with your mind." Although Ria is very calm, she is praising you.
"It's basically all written content. I'm still ignorant of the outside world." You said.
Ria got out of bed, took out a cigarette and lit it, while you continued reading the newspaper. Looking out the window, the heavy rain has not stopped. It should continue to rain for a long time. It seems that will not be able to open today.
You went to the kitchen to get the ingredients for dinner, while Ria went to do the laundry. Since you've been living together, your chores have been divided in turns. She didn't ask you, but you were willing to help her share the burden.
Tomorrow morning
The rainstorm has stopped, the weather has turned sunny, and the sun shines into your room. You are woken up by the dazzling sunlight. You forgot to close the curtains before going to bed last night. You got out of bed and saw Ria leaving a note on your desk saying that you should go to the market to buy some ingredients.
You change your clothes and go to the kitchen to check what ingredients are currently missing at home. You take out a piece of paper and record it before leaving the house. Ria's home is not far from the market, so you walk slowly and leisurely.
Island shore
Yesterday's heavy rain caused the waves to become unstable, and many ships sailing on the sea were swept to the shore, including the ship of the Roger Pirates. Some parts of the ship were damaged and could not continue moving forward. The crew temporarily bought supplies and materials on this island to repair the ship.
"It's a good thing that the weather is sunny. So glad didn't get swept into the sea yesterday." Rayleigh said while standing on the shore.
"Hahahaha, we are lucky, the ship was damaged only after it washed ashore." Roger burst out laughing after saying this.
"It's so dizzy." Buggy felt uncomfortable and said, covering his mouth.
"Luckily you didn't fall to the bottom of the sea. The heavy rain came, I really didn't dare go in the sea to save you." Shanks said with a smile.
"What are you talking about! You heartless guy!" Buggy grabbed Shanks and began to fight.
"If you dare!" Shanks started fighting with Buggy.
"You two, stop fighting and help deal with the ship's problems first." Rayleigh stopped the two of them.
"Scopper and Crocus went to the city to buy parts for repairing the ship. Let the four of us just buy supplies!" Roger suggested excitedly.
"Yes! Captain!" Buggy and Shanks shouted excitedly.
"Haha, kid." Rayleigh followed the three of them.
Market near the pier
There is a lively market near the pier where many people buy things. You go to the market to choose some fresh ingredients for your home. You organize the ingredients and put them into bags to leave the market. Suddenly you are hit by an oncoming child and the ingredients are scattered on the ground.
"Ouch!" The blue-haired kid yelled after hitting you and falling to the ground.
"I'm sorry I didn't notice you. Are you okay?" You helped him up in a panic.
"Hahaha! You bumped into someone, I told you not to run so fast." Another red-haired kid laughed at him.
"Damn it Shanks!" The blue-haired kid stood up and shouted.
You showed warm concern to the blue-haired child in front of you, and he immediately stiffened when he noticed you. Two tall men next to you squat down to help you pick up the ingredients scattered on the ground.
"Are you okay?" You are concerned about the blue-haired child in front of you.
"I, I, I'm fine! Thank you for your concern!" The blue-haired child shivered nervously.
"Sorry, little girl, my friend bumped into you." A man in a red coat apologized to you.
"Come, miss. Your things." A man in black returns your things to you.
"Thank you. I feel relieved that your friend is fine. I'll leave first, bye." You said goodbye to them with a pure smile before leaving.
Rayleigh was attracted by your pure smile and gentle actions. He thought you were charming. He looked at your back and flowing long hair. Buggy froze in place and watched you leave with a shy look on his face.
"A beautiful little girl, right?" Roger smiled.
"It was so beautiful that Buggy was stunned in place." Shanks said with a smile.
"Shut up!" Buggy yelled to cover up his shyness.
"Stop arguing, hurry up and buy something now." After Rayleigh finished speaking, he looked at your back as you walked away.
"So beautiful." Rayleigh thought.
When you get home, you sort out the ingredients one by one and put them in the cabinet in order. Ria's absence at home means that she has gone to work in the bar. You pack your things and leave the house to help in the bar.
The people you just met in the market seem a bit familiar to you, as if you've seen them somewhere. You thought about it but couldn't think of it. You didn't think about it anymore and ran to the bar to help.
You arrived outside and saw Ria carrying wine boxes into the store. You step forward to help her move. You two usually move the goods before opening. You put the wine on the shelf, wipe down the tables and dishes and get ready for business.
"Y/N, clean outside the door. Yesterday's storm brought sand and garbage." Ria said while stacking wine bottles.
"Okay." You put on your apron and take the broom to sweep the floor outside the door.
You tie up your hair, roll up your sleeves, pick up the broom and clean everything outside. You take a bucket of water, put the cloth into the bucket, take it out, wring it out, and wipe all the windows of the store.
When guests greet you at the door, you put down the rag in your hand and open the door for them. Ria is responsible for preparing food in the store, and you are responsible for taking orders and serving food to customers.
Since you were sold here, your daily routine from morning to night has been working here. You were resistant at first, but Ria's care for you made you feel very at ease.
Near Ria bar
"I'm so hungry~ Can we find a place to rest and eat for a while?" Shanks asked while touching his stomach.
"I'm hungry too..." Buggy's stomach growled.
"Hahaha! Okay! Let's find a place first." Roger said excitedly.
"Why are there so many people in front of that?" Rayleigh saw many people surrounding the door of Ria Bar.
The four of them walked to the crowd to see what was going on, and heard someone in the crowd talking about a girl. Rayleigh was curious and looked through the window and see you serving food to the guests.
"What are these people doing? Can't see inside!" Buggy wondered why there were so many people.
"Don't you know? The most famous thing here is not only the good wine, but also the beauty of the girl in it!" Said a middle-aged uncle.
"What do they mean?" Shanks asked Roger curiously.
"To put it simply, there is a beautiful girl inside who will attract customers." Roger simply explained to Shanks.
"Excuse me, how many are there?" You walked out of the store and asked the people waiting in line.
"Girl! Do you want to have a drink with me? I'll buy you a few glasses of good wine." A young man raised his hand and shouted.
"It's the sister from just now!" Buggy waved wildly to you while riding on Roger's shoulders.
As you were being troubled by a young man you saw a blue-haired child riding on the shoulders of a man in a red coat. It was the kid who just bumped into you, and you waved enthusiastically to him.
Everyone except the four of them and you looked back. They were immediately recognized as members of the Roger Pirates. It was actually Captain Roger and Dark King Rayleigh standing together.
Everyone present was frightened by their oppression and stepped back to make way for them to go ahead. A man wearing a red coat and carrying a blue child walks up to you and gives you a big smile.
"Four?" You smiled politely.
"Yes, is there a seat?" The blue-haired child asked happily.
"Of course, come in." You lead them inside to sit down.
The patrons inside the bar were surprised to see you taking them to their seats. It's the legendary pirate group here. Everyone looked at them nervously as they took their seats, you handed them the menu first.
When they take the menu and look at the dishes, you serve the food to other customers first while they are looking at the menu. Buggy is paying attention to the way you work seriously, he looks at you intoxicated.
"Buggy, your mouth is watering when you see it." Shanks laughed.
"Nonsense!" Buggy quickly wiped his mouth.
"I understand Buggy. That sister is very beautiful, and every man wants to covet her." Shanks kept poking Buggy with his arm.
"Don't talk like I'm a pervert!" Buggy started to make trouble with Shanks.
"Hey hey hey, haven't you beaten enough?" Rayleigh smiled.
"Hahahaha! I really can't get enough of you two!" Roger laughed loudly.
"So lively. Do you want to order some food?" You asked, standing next to Roger with a smile.
"Two beers and two glasses of juice. Can you order the food for me?" Rayleigh closed the menu handed it back to you and asked.
"No problem, leave it to me." You walked to the bar and put the menu down.
"Y/N, do you know who they are?" Ria was mixing drinks.
"I don't know, do you know?" You asked back to Ria.
"You saw the newspaper yesterday. The two major figures of the Roger Pirates!" Ria put down the wine glass and told you.
"No wonder it looks familiar to me." You said calmly.
"What did they order?" Ria asked you a little curiously.
"Two glasses of beer, two glasses of juice. They said I would order the food, so I'll order a few signature dishes for them." You told Ria.
"I hope it's to their liking..." Ria became nervous.
Then you realize they were the legendary pirate group. You didn't realize right away that people like them were coming to dine in the restaurant. In fact, you noticed that everyone's expressions became very nervous since they arrived.
Ria made the drinks they ordered and handed them to you. You put them on the tray and walked to their seat. Suddenly someone came over and bumped into you on purpose, and Roger's drink accidentally fell to the ground.
"Hey! Come over and play with me for a while!" The man who bumped into you grabbed your wrist.
"Hey!" Ria shouted.
"I..." You were too scared to speak.
"Are you happy bullying a little girl?" Rayleigh grabbed his shoulder and glared at him.
"Dark King!" The man quickly let go of your hand and stepped back.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?" Rayleigh cares about you gently.
"It's okay, thank you." You bowed to express your gratitude to him.
You clean up the spilled water first, and then give them a new drink. Rayleigh returned to seat and continued see you working diligently and conscientiously, feeling so charming.
"You are so awesome! Rayleigh!" Shanks said excitedly.
"Hahaha! I wanted to beat that guy, but you got there first!" Roger laughed.
"That guy is waiting for the opportunity to tease her." Rayleigh said calmly.
"Tch! Pervert! Scumbag!" Buggy stuck out his tongue.
"Sorry for the long wait, your drinks are here." You put the drinks in front of them.
"Thank you! Sister!" Shanks and Buggy said happily.
"You're welcome, I wanted to thank you for helping me out." You said to Rayleigh.
"Don't worry about small things." Rayleigh said modestly.
"Hahaha! Just hope you're okay, little girl! Otherwise, that guy would be doomed." Roger took the drink and drank.
"Sister! What's your name!" Shanks raised his hand and asked your name.
"Me? My name is Y/N." You simply introduced yourself.
"My name is Shanks! This blue-haired clown is Buggy! The one who just saved you is Rayleigh! This one who is drinking is Roger!" Shanks introduces you to the other people sitting together.
"Hehehe, hello there. Nice to meet you." You laughed out loud because Shanks' introduction felt so cute.
"Wow..." Buggy was stunned when he saw your smile.
"Your food will be ready soon, please wait patiently." You waved and left their seats.
"Sister with a sweet smile." Shanks praised you.
"That's right. She must have gone through a lot still smile so calmly when she encountered that kind of thing just now." Rayleigh took a swig of beer.
"What a gentle sister." Buggy said with a smile.
"I wonder if she is willing to go on an adventure with us?" Roger suddenly said.
"Huh?! Do you want to invite her!?" Buggy was surprised by Roger's question.
"It depends on her heart whether she wants it or not. Our ship will be repaired and leave the island. I don't know when we will meet again in the future." Rayleigh expressed his opinion calmly.
"I hope she will join. We are a little tired of all our members being men." Shanks laughed after saying this.
"Hahaha! I hope so too!" Roger laughed.
"It would be really troublesome if she joins. She has to take care of you kids and the troubled captain." Rayleigh said with a smile.
You hear their laughter is lively, they must be talking about interesting topics. Rayleigh saw you looking at their seats, he raised his glass smiled at you and you waved back.
You pick up their food and walk to their seat place the food in front of them. Shanks and Buggy showed salivating expressions, Roger and Rayleigh laughed out loud at their expressions.
"These are our store's signature dishes, I hope you like them." You said with a smile.
"It smells so good, sister!" Shanks praised the taste of the food.
"My mouth is watering just looking at it!" Buggy stared at the food.
"Hey little devils, let's eat." Rayleigh smiled.
"Eat quickly! I'm so hungry!" Roger said with a smile.
They picked up the tableware and started eating. The two children ate quickly and looked like they were enjoying it. You couldn't help but laugh, and they laughed too when they saw you laughing. Maybe they are not as scary as you think.
Rayleigh and Roger ate heartily and raised glasses to drink. You refill their glasses and let them continue drinking happily. Although their laughter is loud, you are very happy to hear it.
"They are so happy." Ria was wiping the wine glass.
"Yeah, those two kids are so cute." You told Ria what you thought about Shanks and Buggy.
"The legendary pirate with two children is really cute." Ria laughed softly.
Suddenly someone kicked in the door, you looked in panic to see that it was the human trafficker from two years ago. They swagger in, sit down at random, light cigarettes, then point at you motion you to come over and entertain them.
All the guests present looked at their behavior strangely. A group of human traffickers gathered here, loud and slovenly. Because there are so many people, everyone is still afraid to keep quiet.
You took the menu started to walk away, Ria stopped you refused to let you go. You comforted Ria, calmed down and walked to their seats to entertain them. You hand them the menu and stand around waiting for their order.
"Wow, top quality is really different! You have become even more beautiful as you grow up." The bastard looked at your face and said.
"Thank you for the compliment." You replied calmly.
"Hey, how much does it cost to come with me?" That bastard asked, holding your hand.
"Hey! They are bullying sister!" Buggy was very unhappy.
"Calm down, Buggy." Rayleigh stopped him.
"Can I ask you a favor?" Ria came to Roger's table and asked.
"What's the matter, miss?" Roger looked at Ria and asked.
"Actually, Y/N was sold to me by those bastards. They keep harassing her. They are so numerous that I am worried about Y/N's safety. If there is anything, can you please help protect her?" Ria bowed and begged Roger.
"Keep your head up, miss." Roger took a swig of wine.
"I have that plan." Rayleigh held his sword and waited for the opportunity.
"Sorry, you can only order what's on the menu." You told him patiently, pointing to the menu.
"I'm asking you something, so you'd better listen to me honestly. How much is it?" The bastard grabbed your hand hard.
"Sorry, I'm not on the menu." You said to him with a smile.
"You bitch!" He stood up angrily.
That bastard is holding on to your hand and can't break free because of his strength. He stood up raised his hand about to hit you, but you didn't flinch just stood there waiting for him to take action.
Suddenly there was a strong murderous aura, and everyone turned to look at Roger and his group. Rayleigh slowly stood up and walked towards you, holding his sword in his hand.
"Rayleigh you..." You looked worriedly at Rayleigh walking over.
"Go away, it's none of your business here. Don't mess with it!" The bastard pointed at Rayleigh and said.
"If you bully her, I will be very troubled." Rayleigh looked at him and said.
"This is not bullying! She is a commodity, I just want to buy her!" That bastard grabbed your hand harder.
"It hurts!" His grip hurt you.
Rayleigh drew his sword and put it at the bastard's neck. The bastard was frightened by his murderous intent and the edge of his sword and pushed you away hard. Rayleigh stretched out his other arm to hug you to keep you steady.
"Tch! I remember you!" The bastard pointed at Rayleigh and warned him.
"I'll accompany you." Rayleigh said while protecting you.
After the group of human traffickers left, Rayleigh put the sword back into its scabbard. You felt a little relieved, thanks to him coming to rescue and helping you. Otherwise, they must be rude to you now.
"Are you okay?" Rayleigh asked, still holding you in his arms.
"I'm fine. Thank you for helping me a second time." You smiled in thanks.
"I'm happy to." Rayleigh was relieved to see that you were not hurt.
"That...your hand..." You looked at his hand holding you awkwardly.
"Oh! Sorry." Rayleigh took back his hand.
"It's okay." You simply replied and went back to work.
Rayleigh touched you for the first time. He could feel your body temperature when he hugged you just now. The first intimate contact made him a little overwhelmed, so he didn't let you go directly for a while.
He returned to seat, put his sword next to him and took a sip of wine. Shanks and Buggy kept admiring and praising Rayleigh's strength and dominance. Roger also continued drinking with Rayleigh.
"Those pieces of trash just came to destroy the place even though they were still alive." Ria said angrily.
"Ria... to be honest, I'm a little scared. Thanks to Rayleigh being here today, what if they come again tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or even after that..." you said frustratedly.
Rayleigh occasionally glanced at you at work, but when he saw the scene, he became a little worried. Because you look sad, he doesn't know why he cares about you so much but wants to know what's wrong with you.
Night
You were cleaning up before closing, while Ria was sorting out the goods and accounting books. After you went outside to clean, you felt like someone was watching you. You turned around to look at the fellow bastards.
"Ria!" Yoh shouted and they knocked you unconscious and took you away.
"Y/N, what's wrong? Eh?" Ria stood outside the store and wandered.
Ria stepped on something. She squatted on the ground and picked it up. It was a bracelet with your name engraved on it. Ria tightened her grip on the bracelet, knowing something bad had happened. Ria closed the shop and looked around for you.
Ria ran down the street and shouted your name but there was no response and no sign of you. She asked passers-by if they had seen you anywhere, and they all said no. It happened a little girl said that someone was carrying you and ran into a hut in an abandoned area.
Roger Pirates on the Shore
Scopper and Crocus prepared the materials for ship and started repairing. Rayleigh and Shanks packed the purchased supplies into boxes. Buggy and Roger sneak out to walk around the streets.
Ria saw Roger and Buggy on the street and immediately stopped them. Buggy remembered that Ria was your friend and he said hello. Roger noticed that Ria's expression was panicked.
"What's wrong?" Roger asked after comforting Ria.
"Y/N! Y/N has been kidnapped!" Ria told Roger nervously.
"Sister has been kidnapped?!" Buggy was surprised when he heard it.
"That little girl?! When did it happen?" Roger asked hurriedly.
"A girl saw her being taken to a hut in a deserted area!" Ria said to Roger in panic.
Roger took Ria and Buggy to the shore of the island where they parked the ship. Roger ordered Rayleigh to stop what he doing and immediately follow him to rescue you.
Rayleigh heard that you were kidnapped, he became angry and murderous, scaring Buggy and Shanks to hide behind Roger. He couldn't sit still and directly picked up his sword prepared to go to the hut for rescue.
Basement
The boss of the group of traffickers tied you to a chair and poured a bucket of cold water on to wake you up from your coma. A bucket of cold water is poured over you and you feel so cold that your body is shivering.
Although your vision was a little blurry, but sure the bastard who kidnapped you was also present. You hear their laughter and noise and it makes you feel sick.
"You're living a good life, top quality." Their boss grabbed your face and said.
"It's you again..." You said helplessly.
"Did you miss us?" He pulled your hair.
"No need." You said expressionlessly.
"That face is so beautiful! She still has personality now!" He slapped you hard twice.
"Trash..." You spat on the ground.
"Have the guts to say it again!" He choked your neck and said angrily.
"Are you deaf?" You raised the corner of your mouth to look down upon him.
"Fuck!" He kicked you in the stomach.
His kick just now was so hard you fell to the ground coughing wildly. He stomped on your stomach hard that you whimpered loudly because the pain was unbearable. You wanted to cry and die, but you didn't want to give in to them.
You endured being beaten by them, knowing that there was nothing you could do but it was better than not resisting at all. You grit your teeth and endure the pain and let them abuse you. If you obey them, you might as well die.
Outside the hut in the abandoned area
"Rescue the little girl!" Roger raised his fist and shouted.
"Of course." Rayleigh held the scabbard.
When the Roger Pirates arrived, they saw no one guarding the outer door, not even a human figure. Roger drew his sword and broke through to the hut. Rayleigh also drew his sword and followed Roger.
Basement
The oil lamp hanging in the basement room flickered, there was a noise from upstairs. The group left you and the boss alone, the rest ran upstairs to find out what was going on but never came back.
The bastard in front of you has noticed something is wrong. Before he leaves, he kicks you again, picks up the weapon and walks upstairs. You were tied to the chair, unable to break free and allowed him to beat you. Now you fell to the ground, vomiting blood and lost consciousness.
Upstairs
The bastard went upstairs investigate and saw a terrible scene. All his subordinates fell to the ground. He saw two men, Roger and Rayleigh knocking down the rest of his men.
They turned around to see a man glaring at them with a weapon. Roger was sure that the man in front of him was the boss of these people. When Rayleigh was about to take action, Roger stopped him.
"Are you their boss?" Roger asked with a smile.
"You are...!" That bastard has already realized who Roger is.
"Rayleigh, go find her. I'll do this guy." Roger happily ran towards the enemy to fight.
"Okay." Rayleigh retracted his sword moved separately with Roger.
"Little girl a, maybe she's dead. It's such a shame to have a pretty face." The bastard said with a smile.
Roger rushed up and punched him in the stomach, causing the bastard fall to the ground and vomit blood. Roger grabbed him by the collar pulled him up and asked where you were being held.
When Rayleigh found out, he snatched the key and rushed to find you. He unlocked the basement door went down the stairs to see you tied to a chair and lying on the ground in a pool of blood.
"Y/N!" Rayleigh drew his sword and cut the rope that bound you.
"Hold on! I'll get you out right away!" Rayleigh let you lean into his arms.
"Ray….leigh…" you whispered.
"It's me! I'll get you out now!" Rayleigh picked you up.
"The third time..." You whispered leaning into his arms.
"I'm late." Rayleigh hugged you and left the basement.
"...I've been waiting for you..." After saying that, you fell into a coma.
Ria's house
Rayleigh took you and followed Ria back to her home, while Roger went to the ship find Crocus to treat you. After Rayleigh arrived at Ria's house, he put you on the bed and stayed with you while waiting for Crocus to arrive.
After Roger and Crocus arrived at Ria's house, they began to examine and treat you. Shanks and Buggy were worried about you, so they secretly followed you to find out what was going on, but they were caught by Roger.
A few hours later, Crocus came out of the room and explained to everyone how serious your injuries were. You still in a coma and waiting for you to wake up. Ria felt guilty for not noticing you right away.
"Thank you, I don't know how to repay this kindness." Ria bowed to Roger to express her gratitude.
"You're welcome! Thanks to her, I have a delicious meal today!" Roger laughed.
"Crocus, will sister be okay?" Shanks and Buggy were both worried.
"I've treated everything that needs to be treated, now she has to rely on herself." Crocus said.
"She will be fine! When she wakes up, I will invite her to adventure in the world together!" Roger said loudly.
"Adventure? Really!" Ria asked what Roger just said.
"Of course I'm serious!" Roger laughed.
"Then please take her away!" Ria said seriously.
"Why?" Rayleigh was very confused about what Ria said.
"Actually, she was a girl who grew up on a small island. Unfortunately, she was kidnapped by those traffickers. At first, I wanted to find someone to work for me, but I didn't expect that the people who traded her were those traffickers. I thought about if I didn't buy her she must been mistreated by them, in the end I couldn't bear it so I bought her." Ria tells about your encounter with her.
"So that's what happened." Rayleigh understood what Ria meant.
"She has a very smart mind! She always reads books and texts that are difficult to understand." Ria mentioned these key points.
"But we still have to ask her what she wants." Crocus said calmly.
"She has never been anywhere else except here and the island she used to live on. Her dream is to have adventure." Ria said.
"It's a good dream." Rayleigh said softly.
After the Roger Pirates left, Ria went to your room sat by your bed to take care of you. She knew you would leave her and now she knew it was a good time. It's time for you to go on an adventure with the Roger Pirates.
The next day afternoon
You wake up and see parts of your body covered in bandages. You slowly got out of bed, Ria left a note asking you to rest today. You guessed that Ria was already at work by this time.
Yesterday you had the impression that Rayleigh saved you from that place. You haven't thanked him in person yet, but don't know where he will be. You leave your house with your crutches and walk slowly down the street looking for them.
You walked to the market near the pier and saw Shanks and Buggy jumping over with two bags of fruit. You call their names and they run straight to you.
"Sister! Why did you get out of bed!" Shanks said in a panic.
"You have to rest!" Buggy yelled in panic.
"I want to thank Rayleigh and Roger in person. Can you take me to see them?" You asked them politely.
Shanks and Buggy hesitated but decided to accompany you to find them. You walked a little slowly with crutches, Buggy and Shanks matched your speed walked beside you to keep you company.
When arrived at the shore, you saw a pirate ship and several crew members. You see Rayleigh moving boxes and Roger helping to organize things. Shanks and Buggy quickly ran to call them both.
Shanks pulled Rayleigh to look in your direction. He quickly walked over to you with a wooden box and put it down. After patting the wooden box clean, he supported you with his hands and asked you to sit down slowly.
"You ran out like this?" Rayleigh asked standing in front of you.
"I want to say thank you." You said politely.
"You don't have to force yourself to move when you're still hurt." Rayleigh cares about you.
"I volunteer. You are pirates and will leave the island any time. I want to finish talking before you leave." You confess to Rayleigh.
"I know, I can't defeat you." Rayleigh smiled warmly.
"Little girl! You came just in time!" Roger ran over and stood in front of you.
"Hi Roger." You waved hello.
"Would you like to join me! Let's go on an adventure together!" Roger enthusiastically extended his hand to invite you.
"Huh?! I don't have any expertise! I don't even know how to fight!" You waved your hands in panic.
"Your friend told me that your dream is adventure. Why don't you give it a try?" Roger asked doubtfully.
"I..." You were excited when you heard Roger's invitation, but you were hesitant about what to do.
"The ship is almost repaired can set sail tonight. If you want to come, just come. We welcome you to join." Rayleigh pushed Roger aside and stood in front of you and said.
"Hey! Rayleigh!" Roger wanted to interrupt.
"Of course we will respect your decision and won't force you." Rayleigh said calmly.
"Thank you. I'm leaving first." Rayleigh helped you up and you picked up the crutches and left.
Rayleigh felt sorry for you when he saw your hesitant expression. He wants you to join him in adventuring the world. But he knows that some things cannot be forced on you.
"You obviously want her to join, why don't you keep her?" Roger poked Rayleigh curiously.
"She has her own ideas, I can't force her." Rayleigh continued to work on his things.
You walked slowly on the street, thinking about Roger's invitation just now. He was right, why didn't you give it a try? Your dreams are adventures, life goals worth challenging.
Ria was sitting on a chair when you opened the door. When she saw you, she stood up and came over to help you. When you see Ria, you are thinking about how much money you still owe her and how you want to tell her what Roger just said.
"Ria, actually Roger and the others..." You said sitting on the chair.
"They invited you to go on an adventure, right?" Ria said calmly.
"You knew?" You were surprised that Ria knew about this.
"I know. If you want to go, go. I support you." Ria said.
"But, but I haven't paid back the money yet..." You were surprised to hear that Ria supported you.
"No need. You are free and will no longer be bound." Ria said sitting next to you.
"But Ria..." You hugged her with tears in your eyes.
"Don't be like this, I will be even more reluctant if you hold me like this. But will be lonely. Without your three meals a day, no one will accompany me to buy beautiful clothes. But I am very glad that you stay with me like a sister." Ria hugged you with tears in her eyes.
"Me too. Thank you, sister." You shed tears and hugged her.
"Remember to write a letter! Come back and see me occasionally! Your bounty should be high! I want those who bully you to know how scary you are!" Ria said loudly.
"Hahaha, okay. I'll try my best." What she said made you laugh.
Night
The Roger Pirates confirmed that the ship had been repaired, that all supplies and cargo boxes had been loaded, that it was ready to set sail at any time. Rayleigh looked at the repaired boat and felt happy but a little regretful.
He’s looking forward to adventures with you, seeing you for the first time is like an incredible being. He wanted to convince you to go like Roger, but he chose to respect your decision.
In the future, if there is a chance he will come back to this island to see you someday in the future. Now he just hopes that your injury will heal quickly and you will smile as usual tomorrow.
"Want to see her?" Crocus asked sitting next to her.
"No. If I see her, I won't want to leave." Rayleigh said with a smile.
"Soft spot for you." Crocus complained about Rayleigh.
"Sister won't come with us..." Buggy was a little sad.
"She also has friends living here, we can't force her." Shanks comforted the sad Buggy.
"She is an adventurous person. It's a pity that she didn't come with her." Roger said calmly.
"Roger, the wind direction is good, it's almost done." Scopper came to find Roger.
"Okay! Get ready to leave!" Roger stood up and shouted.
"Please wait!" a female voice yelled.
All members of the Roger Pirates followed the direction of the sound and saw it was you waving to them. Ria carried your luggage and helped you walk slowly. Shanks and Buggy rush directly in front of you.
"Sister! Why are you here?" Shanks and Buggy looked at you happily.
"I'm not late, am I?" You asked with a smile.
"Is it?!" Buggy and Shanks shouted excitedly.
"Roger, I'll join you." You said to Roger.
"Hahahahahaha! I knew it! Welcome!" Roger laughed loudly.
"Keep an eye on her, she can be very confused sometimes." Ria said from behind you.
"Ria! You!" You looked at Ria shyly.
"Yahooo! Sister is here!" Buggy and Shanks hugged each other and jumped up and down.
"Let me get your luggage." Rayleigh took your luggage.
Rayleigh carried your luggage and stretched out his other hand to help you walk slowly. Shanks and Buggy were happily walking and playing, while Ria was watching your back as you boarded the ship.
You turned to Ria, smiled and waved goodbye, she watched you leave with tears in her eyes. Seeing that innocent smile on your face, she knows you are happy. You are about to leave. She is a little lonely but she believes that will see you someday.
Rayleigh helped you to the ship, you looked at Ria who was watching you off on the shore. You waved goodbye to her repeatedly, and she waved goodbye to you with tears in her eyes.
You left this place, left Ria. You have now joined the Roger Pirates and going to see the world and adventure with them. Your tears couldn't help falling, you wiped the fallen tears with your hands.
"Set sail!" Scopper commanded.
The ship leaves the place where you once lived and sails on the sea at night. The smell of the wind and the sea, you are no longer locked in a room. You can see the waves rolling outside and the vast sky.
"Rayleigh..." You looked at Rayleigh who was helping you.
"What's wrong?" Rayleigh looked at you blankly.
"This is what you see every day." You said softly.
"Yes, we will see it every day." Rayleigh looked at the sky.
"Very beautiful." You said with a smile.
"You will see the same scenery with us in the future." Rayleigh chuckled.
Shanks and Buggy ran over to the two of you after cleaning the room Roger prepared for you. Rayleigh helped you to the room, and Buggy took your luggage and followed.
Open the door to see a bed, desk, bookshelf, wardrobe and small window. The room is neither big nor small, just like your previous room. Buggy put luggage on the floor while you looked around the room.
Shanks explain to you simply. Everyone takes turns using the bathroom. You are the only girl so remember to lock the door. The boat will be guarded in turns at night, the dining area is shared by everyone. Everyone takes turns doing the cleaning.
It's late, Rayleigh takes Buggy and Shanks out of your room to let you have a good rest. After closing the door, you unpacked your luggage and packed everything inside neatly.
"My new life..." You take a diary from the desk and write down your story.
The first thing you do after boarding the ship is write down your stories and adventures in a journal. After you were sold to Ria, you didn't have the chance to go on any adventures. Now that you've started sailing with the Roger Pirates, it's something worth recording.
After you finish writing the diary, you close it and put it on the desk. It's already night time, you take off all your clothes and put them on the bed, then go to the closet to get a fresh set of clothes to change into.
"Y/N, can I help you with anything?" Suddenly someone opened your room door and walked in.
You haven't changed your clothes yet and completely naked. The person who opened and entered your room was Rayleigh. You two looked at each other and felt awkward. Rayleigh covered his eyes with hands.
"Sorry! I forgot to knock the door!" Rayleigh explained in a panic.
"Get out!" You slapped him and pushed him out of your room, closing the door hard.
You put your clothes on quickly. It was so embarrassing that he saw your naked body. Blame yourself for not locking the door, which makes you an idiot.
Rayleigh was flattered when he saw your naked body and graceful figure. In his understanding, you are a pure and gentle girl, but after seeing your body just now, he immediately felt something bad.
"Rayleigh! What happened to your face! Were you attacked by the enemy?" Scopper was startled when he saw the slap mark on Rayleigh's face.
"No, I brought it upon myself." Rayleigh followed Scopper to find Roger.
"Hahaha! What happened to the slap mark on your face! Who hit you!" Roger sprayed wine and laughed when he saw it.
"I was beaten by Y/N. But it was my fault first." Rayleigh didn't say what happened.
"Sister can actually beat the Dark King." Shanks was surprised when he heard it.
"A ruthless character." Buggy said knowingly.
"You all listen carefully, Y/N is the only female on our ship. Remember to be polite and don't bully her. The most important thing is to knock on the door before entering her room." Rayleigh explained seriously to everyone present.
After Rayleigh told everyone about you, he sat next to Roger and drank. He touched his cheek, unexpectedly you were so strong. One of your slaps was so hard that red marks appeared.
"Sister!" Shanks yelled running towards you.
"Damn it! You're one step ahead of me!" Buggy chased Shanks.
"Y/N is loved by those two brats." Scopper said with a smile.
"Hahahaha! Y/N will exude a kind of affinity." Roger toasted.
"Hi everyone." You approached them and said hello.
"Hey, little girl!" Roger greets you.
"How are your injuries?" Scopper is concerned about your injuries.
"I'm fine , can move more easily." You sit down and talk to them.
"Sister! How about we have breakfast together tomorrow morning!" Buggy held your hand.
"Hehehe, okay." You gently touched Buggy's head.
"Y/N feels like a sister taking care of them both." Scopper took a sip of wine.
"Rayleigh, what happened just now...did I hit you too hard? Does your face still hurt?" You blame yourself a little but want to care about Rayleigh. You know it was just an accident.
"I just want to say I'm sorry. Before you came, I would call them and break into their room directly. It was my negligence." Rayleigh comforted you.
"But what did Rayleigh see?" Shanks asked curiously.
"Umm..." You blushed slightly as you recalled the scene where Rayleigh saw your body just now.
"I was beaten because I accidentally saw her diary." Rayleigh defended you making up excuses.
"Rayleigh, girls' diaries are taboo." Scopper laughed.
Rayleigh made up a reason to avoid this topic to protect your privacy. When you first met him, he gave off a very mature, stable and gentlemanly masculinity.
You were a little amused by the excuse he made up, you wanted a drink to hide your smile. But Rayleigh had already seen you snickering, he pointed the wine glass at you to signal you a toast.
Roger was so excited ans he pulled Scopper to start a drinking competition. You and Shanks stood beside them to heat up the atmosphere, while Rayleigh and Buggy applauded next to them.
Buggy and Shanks hold your hand and pull you to dance together. Rayleigh and Crocus also drank and had fun together. Roger and Scopper also started to get excited.
Late at night
Roger and Scopper got so drunk that they collapsed. Crocus and Rayleigh pulled them both back into the room. Shanks and Buggy also went to the room to watch the joke.
You had so much fun with them , after they left you sat alone in a place drinking and watching the stars. Listening the sound of the waves and the cold sea breeze blowing by, this is what you will see on the sea.
When your parents were alive, they were always away from home, venturing around the world. You were still child you only play at home or in nearby open spaces. You didn't have many friends at the time.
This is your second time going to sea. The first time was kidnapped is already a bad memory. The second time is now sailing and adventuring with the Roger Pirates.
"You'll catch a cold." Someone covered you with a coat from behind.
"Huh?" You turned around and saw it was Rayleigh.
"Did you have fun just now?" Rayleigh asked sitting next to you.
"I'm very happy. Thank you for inviting me to adventure together." You held Rayleigh's coat.
"It was Roger's idea to invite you. When that guy meets interesting people, he takes them on adventures," Rayleigh said.
"Am I?" You looked at Rayleigh in confusion.
"It was your charm that attracted the Roger Pirates. Perhaps Roger invited you because of this in you. That guy was happier when he heard that your dream was adventure." Rayleigh smiled at you after finishing speaking.
"Hahaha, that's amazing." You laughed.
"The scenery in the sky changes every time the ship sails. The clouds, stars and colors change every day. Sometimes the night is dark but the sky is full of stars. Every scene is incredible." Rayleigh looked at the sky.
"Well, it's really incredible." You also look to the sky to watch every scene.
Rayleigh glanced at you while you were looking at the sky, and his heart melted when he saw your bright smile. Compared to the first time I met you, this is your smile full of curiosity about unknown things. He's excited for you to follow them on their adventures and looks forward to spending every moment with you.
"Hachoo!" you sneezed.
"You're catching a cold. Let me take you back to your room." Rayleigh stood up.
"Hahaha, I'm not used to the weather yet." You stood up and walked beside him.
"You'll get used to it after a while. Give yourself some time to adapt to the environment here." Rayleigh said softly.
Before you get to the room, Rayleigh tells you some of their daily routine. Although he may have a heavy aura to you, but he is gentle and talkative to you. Arriving at the door of the room you returned his coat to him.
"Thanks for the coat. Good night Rayleigh." You said with a smile.
"Well, good night. Have a sweet dream." Rayleigh said with a chuckle.
You closed the door and locked it, lying on your bed looking at the ceiling. It’s hard to believe you’ve already had an adventure with them, your future has endless possibilities, and you’re ready to explore the unknown.
Rayleigh returned to the room and put his coat on the chair. He felt so comfortable when you had just put on his coat. He be attracted by your temperament, he sure you are special.
The End.
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Hey!! Would you do a sub!billy hargrove/dom!reader smut? Thank u <3
Boy Next Door (NSFW)
S3 spoilers in my author’s note, and vague reference to how S2 ends!! 
Summary: You’ve lived in the trailer park nearly your entire life, long enough to know that nothing in Hawkins was ever normal. So when the new king of the school starts dropping by your trailer at ungodly hours, you don’t even blink - why would you? Weirder shit’s happened here, and you’re certainly not complaining either, not when the king decides to get on his knees for you.
Warnings: swearing, smut, dom!reader, reader has an undefined hole, p in said undefined hole, sub!billy, oral (reader receiving), frottage(?), edging, praise, little bits of degradation (reader calls billy “slut” and talks condescendingly at some points), unsafe sex (wrap it before you tap it kids!!), a lil bit of a breeding kink, billy likes when reader pulls on his hair <3
Let me know if you think I missed anything!!
All characters are over 18 :)
Oh my god anon I didn’t know I needed sub!billy until you sent this in and now I’m scouring the website for more… I’m a whore for subby men, what can I say 🤷 He’s a little ooc but I firmly believe that billy is secretly a soft with people he trusts - sure, he’s mean to max, but I think that’s because he doesn’t want her involved in his life of alcohol and flirting - and I’ll die on that hill. This is set between S2 and S3, but in my universe billy doesn’t die during S3 anyways because I’m the author and I said so >:O Anyways, I had so much fun writing this, thank you for the request!! It takes like 1000 words to get to the smut, I’m so sorry ;-; But the smut is like 2000 some words, so hopefully that makes up for it ahaha I went batshit
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You’ve lived in this dinghy trailer park in the middle of nowhere, Indiana, your entire conscious life. When your parents were really drunk (which, in all honesty, was far more often than you were willing to admit) they would talk about their “golden days”: when your parents were something other than full-time alcoholics, living in the suburbs of Cleveland in a nice neighbourhood. You were told you were born there, in that nice suburb house near the coast of one of the great lakes, but you’ve never had the nerve to ask what happened that landed them here, in Hawkins. 
But Ohio was none of your concern now. There were supernatural beings practically on your doorstep and the only people that seemed to care were the children that your friend Steve seemingly adopted, which would make for a good movie. But the fact that a ragtag bunch of kids were the ones saving your very real world left a nauseating pit in your stomach. Sure, the angry buzz cut kid who they called “Eleven” put an end to the last thing that came after Hawkins, but something tells you this was just the beginning. No matter. At the moment, you had bigger things to worry about. Like the fact that there’s a soft knocking on your door, despite the little analog clock reading a blinking “2:34am”.
Peering through the peephole, a clearly drunk Billy Hargrove stood, wobbling slightly. You’d seen him around school - it’s hard not to when he drives a flashy car and insists on poking at Steve - but certainly hadn’t spoken to him before. Opening the door slightly, you make eye contact with the man in question.
“Hi,” you say, tentatively. “Can I help you?”
“l/n!!” he slurs, eyes lighting up. “What’re y’doin in my trailer?”
You frown at him. “This is where I live, dipshit. Your trailer is more than a few down.”
“Mmm, I don’t think so,” he said, nudging at you. “Lemme in, will ya?”
You stood firm, skeptical. “Why should I?”
“Because,” he drawls. “You’re pretty, I’m pretty, we should do pretty people stuff together.”
You snort, but move to the side. You didn’t know what his home life was like, but, nevertheless, sending him away in the middle of the night, piss drunk, was dumb. If he had gotten hurt on the way back to his trailer because you had sent him away you would never forgive yourself. Sure, he seemed like a pretentious douchebag, but even pretentious douchebags deserve a chance. Besides, the ‘rents were out, which meant there wouldn’t be any “did you use protection?” or “you aren’t pregnant, are you?” questions the following morning.
“l/n,” Billy whined out, making you turn in time to see him flop onto your couch. “Why aren’t we doin’ pretty people stuff yet?”
You shut and lock the door, plopping yourself down on the floor in front of the couch in an attempt to set an unspoken boundary. “Because you’re drunk. You’re welcome to come over here sober some time and try this whole song and dance then, but I believe in full consent when doin’ that tango. You’re inebriated, so no ‘pretty people stuff’ for you tonight.”
He whined dramatically. “But that’s half the fun of getting drunk!!”
“God, you’re really drunk,” you say, wrinkling your nose at the smell. “We can talk if you want, but you’re not getting any tonight, lover boy.”
“Ooooh, you wanna hear about the crazy shit that Tina did at the party today??” – – – 
This became a recurring event. Billy would go out and party, then come over, drunk out of his mind and strangely soft. You had learned a lot about him - about Max (who he seemed to truly care about, despite how he acted when sober), about his dickhead father, about his mother, about why he drowned himself in people and alcohol all the time. You weren’t sure why he chose to keep dropping by, but you weren’t too perturbed. In any other situation, you might even consider him your friend. But, you remind yourself, he’s always drunk or high or some combination of the two. You don’t make friends when you’re drunk. And you certainly don’t fall for them, either.
A knock resonated at your door and you froze, staring at the clock. It was 3:24pm on a Saturday afternoon, unless Steve had decided to give you a surprise visit there should be no one at the door.
“l/n! Open the goddamn door,” a voice rang out, one that you recognized immediately. “I don’t have all goddamn day!”
You stumble to the door, opening it embarrassingly quickly. “Hi???”
“Hey,” he said, shoving his way past you.
“Wait wait wait,” you said, spinning around to him. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“What I normally do, dickbag,” Billy said, refusing to make eye contact. “We gonna talk or what?”
You close the door gently, clicking the lock almost tentatively. “You’re sober.”
A flash of hurt crossed his face, but he quickly covered it up. “Am I not allowed to be?”
“That - that’s not what I’m saying!” you exclaimed, exasperated. “I just - I kinda figured you didn’t want to talk to me, normally. I’m not exactly your usual crowd.”
He groaned, running a hand over his face. “Look - how do I say this? I… don’t think you’re that shitty, or whatever. Sure, Tina’s a hot piece of ass, but if I tried to actually, I don’t fucking know, talk to her, she’d just laugh and tell me to ‘shut up’ or somethin’.”
“I don’t think you’re that shitty, either,” you say, slowly. “Is that all you wanted to talk about…? We could’ve done this on the porch.”
“It’s a trailer, there’s no goddamn porch,” he deadpans, rolling his eyes but still not making eye contact with you.
“You’re dodging,” you say, walking over to him and crowding him a bit. “What’s up, buttercup?”
“I don’t want to go back home,” he said bluntly, still dodging your prying eyes. “Deadbeat dad is on a rampage again. Dropped Max off at the arcade and found myself here.”
You blink up at him and back up a bit, feeling awful for prying. “Shit man - sorry I pushed you. You’re welcome here whenever you want to escape your place, sober or not. Or if you just want to come over. You can bring Max, too, she seems nice!! My ‘rents are never around, like ever, and even when they are they’re drunk and hiding in their room, and there’s a key under the doormat in the back if you need an escape and I’m not here - though I’d be careful about my parents, they get pretty drunk sometimes too, it’s not pretty. That’s not the point though! Point is, you’re always welcome, I’m sorry for prying-”
He pushed you to the couch, a small smile on his face, and were his eyes a little teary?? “Shut up, loser. I got it, I’m welcome to be here. Not shocked, though, people love me, of course you’d want me around.”
You roll your eyes at his smirk, trying to tug him down to the couch. However, you hadn’t anticipated him resisting, and your knee jerk reaction was to just yank. He stumbled and landed on top of you, knees straddling your legs. He blinks at you, owlishly, face flushed and pupils beginning to dilate.
You grin up at him, jokingly winking. “Just where I wanted you, baby.”
“Can I- can I take you up on your previous offer?” he said, voice lacking its usual bravado and confidence. 
“Previous offer as in…?”
“Sex,” he said, straightforward. “You said if I was sober we could fuck.”
“What eloquence, Mr. Hargrove,” you said. “And I believe we referred to it as ‘pretty people stuff.’”
“That’s a yes, yeah?” he said, hands resting on the couch on either side of your head.
“Aw, look at you, asking for consent,” you said, grinning up at him deviously. “Mmm…maybe if you beg me.”
He looked at you, incredulous. “If you think I’ll ever beg for something, you’ve got something coming-”
You cut him off, pulling him down into a harsh kiss. He groaned into the kiss, grinding down into your clothed sex. When he pulls away, he smirks down at you, cocky.
“You’re going to be the one begging for me, babe,” he said, head tilting. “So how ‘bout we hear it, hm?”
Well that wouldn’t do. Using all your strength, you flip your positions, grinding down on him once you’ve settled above him.
“If we’re doing this, baby boy,” you said, sultry. “We’re doing this my way, got it?”
You could see the struggle in his eyes, and began to grind down on him lightly. 
“Come on, sweet thing,” you murmured against his lips, rolling your hips in a way that had his eyes rolling back. “You can be good for me, can’t you?”
“Mm- yeah, yes, I can be good for you,” he groaned. “Now get on with it, will you?”
You frown at him, faux pouting. “Thought you were gonna be good. But that’s fine, we can play that game, I don’t mind.”
He opened his mouth to object but was cut off when your grinding turned harsh and fast, his words turning into a breathy moan. He slapped a hand over his mouth but you weren’t having it.
“Listen here, Hargrove,” you growled. “You’re going to let me hear those pretty little sounds or you’re not going to come. Understand?”
“No way in hell-”
You reach a hand down to his straining cock and squeeze, hard, revelling in the way his head rolls back and his hips jerk up into your hand. His mouth opens and closes uselessly, and you lean your weight onto your knees so you can shove your fingers that aren’t cradling his cock right down his throat. He gags, eyes glazed and unfocused.
“God, look at you,” you groan, voice strained. “Made for this, made for me to use, huh?”
He tries to respond but all that comes out are choked moans, drool dribbling down his chin as he gags on your fingers. You other hand kickstarts, rubbing him not-so-nicely through his pants. He looked gorgeous like this: choking on your fingers, eyes unfocused, hips bucking uncontrollably into your harsh touches. God, you just want to drown yourself in the feeling of the power you had over this man, this man who insisted on so much control in his everyday life. But here he was, on your couch, gagging on your fingers like he never wanted anything else. 
His bucking gets more erratic and his breaths get shorter, signalling an incoming orgasm. You paw at his cock a little harder, removing your fingers from down his throat so you could hear him when you tear his orgasm away from him.
“You wanna cum, baby?” you coo, letting your hips take over for your hand and grinding down on his clothed erection. “Wanna cum for me?”
“Yeah - gonna cum, gonna cum, let me cum-”
“No.”
His hips jolt upwards as you lift yourself from his lap, chasing after your heat. You smirk sadistically at him, chuckling at the glare he gives you in exchange for your denial.
“What the fuck?!” he yells, hands clenching at his sides (but not moving to change his predicament, you noted). “I was so fucking close, why would you-”
You put a finger on his lips, shushing him. “You were a brat earlier, so I’m treating you like one. Maybe if you get me off I will consider letting you come.”
“Yeah?” he said, still panting from his lost orgasm. “Yeah, I can fuckin’ do that.”
“Good,” you say, getting up. “Get on your knees in front of the couch.”
He snorted at first, but his face contorted when he realised you were serious. “You’ve got to be kidding me, right? You’re not going to get me on my knees, sweetheart.”
“Then you’re not going to cum,” you said matter-of-factly. “Eat me out on your knees like the little slut you are or you don’t get to cum.”
His nose scrunched up angrily but he moved to get down in front of the couch. “There. That make your sick little heart happy?”
“Maybe if you weren’t such a mouthy brat we wouldn’t be here in the first place,” you said, discarding your pants and undergarments god knows where. “Don’t touch without permission, m’kay?”
He growled but kept his hands obediently at his side. In spite of all his back talk, Billy didn’t ever make a move to take control. He wants this, you realise, but he doesn’t want to admit it.
“How cute,” you coo, pinching his cheek as you settle yourself in front of him. “Now eat me out - no hands though, baby. Just put your pretty little mouth to better use for me, mhm?”
He begrudgingly folds his hands behind his back and buries himself in your hole. Your head rolls back, a low groan escaping your mouth. If he wasn’t drowning himself in you he might see your composure slipping, but he seemed just as out of it as you. Hips jerking up into nothing, hands clasped behind his back, face red and teary, Billy looked like so fucking good that you felt yourself clenching around his tongue, rolling your hips into his lapping. 
“God… so good with that tongue, baby, shit - keep doing that, y-yeah, just like that,” you blabber out, a hand flying to grip at his hair. You give an experimental tug and grin when he moans, breathy and high. 
“Y-yeah? You want me to tug on your - ngh - hair? Shove you deeper into me?” you say, chuckling lowly when he nods into you. “Your wish is my command, sweet thing.”
You could feel your orgasm drawing nearer as Billy’s talented tongue ruined your insides. His movements were precise, even without the use of his hands, and when he nicked your sweet spot you came, clamping your thighs around his head as you tugged harshly on his hair. 
Panting, you try to regain enough composure to address Billy. “God, sweetheart, your so fucking good with your tongue.”
“Yeah?” he said, tone cocky despite the straining bulge in his jeans. “You gonna let me use you now? I know you want it darlin’, you can’t keep pretending to have contr - mph!”
You yanked him up in a kiss, effectively shutting him up. Your legs were a little shaky from your previous orgasm but you were stubborn: there’s no way in hell after all this you would give Billy the satisfaction of fucking into you.
“Get on the goddamn couch,” you said, panting as you pulled away. “I’m going to ride you until all you can think of is me.”
“Fuck, pretty thing,” he groans, dropping onto the couch. “You better hold true to that or I might have to take over.”
“If you think you have a say in how this goes you’re dead wrong,” you said, straddling his hips. “You don’t cum until I say, got it baby?”
“Easy peasy,” he said, ever the fucking brat. “Think you can hold it sweets? Because I can guarantee that you’ll be creaming around my cock in no time.”
“Mhm,” you murmur, unimpressed as you help him wiggle out of his jeans and underwear. “Whatever you need to help you sleep at night.”
“You scared you can’t take it - shit!” he moans, cock twitching as you sink down on him in one slide. “Fuck, you gotta give a man a warning-”
You don’t. Bouncing up and down on his cock at a harsh pace, your trailer is filled with the lewd sound of skin slapping skin. You’re sure the neighbours can tell what you two are doing - hell, the whole trailer park probably knew - but you didn’t have the heart to care. His cock stretched you wide, so goddamn girthy that every bounce had white bouncing at the edge of your vision. 
Billy wasn’t much better. He had a death grip on your hips, finger-shaped bruises already forming. Tongue sticking out, eye half-lidded and staring up at you reverently, Billy was a fucked out mess already and you’d just started.
“Mmngh, feelin’ good, pretty boy? God… just look at you, takin’ - ungh - t-takin’ it so goddamn well, shit,” you said, still slamming yourself down on his cock like your life depended on it. 
“Mmm, fuck, please, please please please-” 
You couldn’t even tell what he was begging for anymore. “What do you - ngh - what do you need, babe - fuck, just like that pretty thing - huh? Got to be specific, darlin’ - god…”
“Cum,” he moans out, eyes shut tightly as he bucks into you. “Need t’ fuckin’ cum!”
You clench around him as he bucks, eyes rolling back a bit. “Ngh, yeah? You wanna cum? Wanna fill my pretty little hole - ahn, do that again, jesus - fill my pretty little hole with your cum?”
“Yeah, shit. Gonna let me?”
“Mhmm, I don’t know…” you said, pretending to ponder like you weren’t desperate to feel him fill you up. “Have you been - jesus fucking christ - have you been good?”
“‘ve been good!!” he wails, eyes teary as he stares up at you. “Been so good, such a good boy, please let me cum, please, jus’ wanna be you good boy, please please please!”
Your eyes roll back. Fuck, you hadn’t expected him to beg in return. Slowing down a bit, your bounces send him slow and deep, causing you to clench. His eyes cross and his grip on the couch turns his knuckles white, trying so goddamn hard to hold himself back.
“You can cum,” you groan, his cock rutting against your sweet spot just right. “You can cum, baby, cum with me, want you to cum with me-”
Your vision goes white and you clench, gripping his cock harshly. He near screams, fucking himself up into you as he came. You both melt into each other, a panting, post-orgasm mess tangled on the couch. When your brain was finally back online, you winch, gently sliding his softened cock out of you.
“Fuck, really did a number on me,” Billy murmured, ragdolled on the couch looking like he never wanted to move. “Didn’t know you had it in you.”
“Fuck off, Hargrove,” you say, trying your best to walk (or waddle, rather) your way to the kitchen to start cleaning off.
“You love me and you know it!”
You roll your eyes, grabbing a washcloth and dampening it. God, he was such a doofus. You couldn’t believe that the rest of the school considered him the king, but maybe your friendship was something special. You sure hoped so - you were certain he wasn’t just submitting himself to anyone, after all. 
“Where the fuck did you go, dickhead? The great Billy Hargrove demands cuddles!”
God, he was such a dork sometimes. You snort, but make your way back to the living room, water bottle and damp washcloth in hand. 
“Have patience, great Billy,” you said, handing him the water bottle before gently cleaning him up. “Great things come for those who wait.”
“Oh shut up,” he said, melting into your touch. “I didn’t come here for you to philosophise.”
“Course, course,” you say, jokingly. “Okay, all done. Let’s pick up all our shit and go to my room, yeah? Really don’t want my parents to come home and find us naked in the living room.”
“That’s ‘cause you’re boring,” he jokes, wobbly as he stands to help you grab your discarded clothes. “Half the fun is getting caught.”
“Perv,” you shot back.
“Says the one who rode me on their parents' couch.”
“Ew!! Don’t fucking say that, I don’t want to think about my parents in the afterglow!”
“You’re the one who brought them up!” “Yeah, because I don’t want them involved in my post-orgasmic haze!!” you say, exasperated. “Cmon, this way.”
Dumping your clothes unceremoniously on the floor, you lock the door and drag Billy towards your bed. Wordlessly, the two of you melt into each other. You’d worry about sneaking him out under your parents’ radar later - right now, you had much more pressing concerns.
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Hazbin Hotel Episode Rewrites
Episode 1 (will be doing all of them)
Take out the “precious daughter” line. This makes no sense seeing how Lilith ditched the family and Lucifer is supposed to be super distant. We get 0 evidence these were involved, doting parents that put a bunch of effort into raising Charlie. Perhaps change it to “And now, its up to their precious daughter” meaning Charlie has taken it upon herself to mend things, instead of making it sound like she’s been coached all along for her role.
Adam and Lute are put off to find out its Charlie meeting with them, not Lucifer as usual. The meeting was arranged because of the very important matter of an exterminator angel being killed for the first time ever, and an important discussion was needed. Adam is much less a 1 dimensional comic relief dude bro.
“So, are you taking over extermination arrangements for now on?”
“Uh, no...actually, it was just kind of out of the blue that he told me about the meeting and asked me to come-”
(seriously, Lucifer supposedly didn’t know about the hotel, or at least he pretended not to, lets just assume he does but didn’t let on to Charlie that he’s watching her)
“Did he tell you why?”
“Ah, no-but, it was really convenient because you see, I have an idea that would actually END the need for exterminations-”
At this point Adam is seriously put off. They just found out demons can kill angels-this has to be a distressing revelation. Now of all times, the guy they have a serious deal with chooses to send someone who wants to talk about ENDING the exterminations? This would almost feel like a threat. So now they want out of the deal? No way! He would feel a need to reassert dominance and get things back under control. Who do these demons think they are? Cue their aggressive mocking and song, followed by throwing Charlie out as they do in the actual episode. He doesn’t even bother to explain why they are moving the extermination up. He’s not going to talk to Charlie. She has not established any sort of repertoire with him that makes him feel as though she is worth having an actual discussion with about a serious matter.
Commercial subplot: Alastor offers a deal to Vaggie in order to help make a successful commercial for Charlie.
“You’re insane, I’d never make any sort of deal with some shitlord
“Hm, such a pity, Charlie will be so let down to see how you fail to manage her project even a day without her. She has to do everything. Why are you even around? Do you really think the princess of hell needs physical protection from a sinner with a spear?”
*sighs* “You making the video for me isnt going to help that.”
“My dear, it wasnt raw power that bent all of Hells sinners to my will. You seem to know me quite well...(this is where we can reintroduce the Alastor lore Vaggie game to Angel Dust in the pilot, instead of waiting until the Mimzy episode to give anything) ...so you see, I have no problems getting things done, and I would be willing to teach you. Imagine what Charlie could achieve, and how much quicker, if she had a competent partner at her side…”
“I’m not making a deal! And you can have fun entertaining yourself with an empty hotel. Nobodys going to want to come to a place a powerful overlord like you so obviously takes as a joke”
“Well, I WILL make a worthy advertizement for the hotel, but I’m going to do it the RIGHT way, and do it for radio!”
She doesn’t make a deal here, but the seeds have now been sown. Her insecurity and feelings of inadequacy and worthlessness are gnawing. She has little feelings of self worth-would it be so bad to sacrifice herself in a deal with Alastor if it meant assuring Charlie achieves her dream? She is tempted.
Vaggie uses a little cunning here. While Alastor manipulates the inhabitants of the hotel to give fantastic line deliveries using a variety of amusing tactics, Vaggie secretly records with the video camera. At the end of the day, Alastor smugly announces that he has the radio ad all ready. When Charlie returns, Vaggie cuts in and says radio AND television ad! The ad then starts to play and is cut off by the news like in the actual episode. Alastor was initially amused she tried to make a tv ad anyway, but he sees enough to tell that she recorded him making the radio ad. His smile tightens, eyes narrow, and he fades off.
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misguidedasgardian · 1 year
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The Winter Sun (3)
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3. A call for help
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Summary: You decide to take your future into your own hands, sort of. 
Pairing: Cregan Stark x Fem!Targaryen Reader 
Warnings: Cursing, medieval and asoif customs, bullying, arrasment, incest (c’mon is HotD), AGE GAP, Cregan is 12 years OLDER than reader), arranged marriage, might miss some warnings
+ 18 MINORS DNI
Wordcount: 3.3k
Notes: Thank you for following another one of my madnesses HAHA anyways LAST TIME JUMP PEOPLEEEE, from now on… no more, this is it! they are getting closer and closer.
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128 AC. Reader is 18 years old
Too much has happened in the last two years…
King Viserys was dying, he was bed bound, nobody could see him, but the Queen and Otto, and they ruled the Kingdoms nows, they claimed that in their name, but you knew the large amount of milk of the poppy they were supplying the k=King, you knew he couldn’t take decisions any longer.
Helaena now had three children with her brother-husband Aegon, they were adorable children.
Aemond stalked you silently, in his face every time he looked at you was wonder and hope, but you gave no signs back to him that you were replying to his feelings
You were secretly finding your own love match, but to no avail.
Every suitable man that you like even a little bit, was scared off quite easily, especially after one or two times that would strike conversation with you, you started to think you were unlikeable. Unknown to you at the time, it was Aemond who threatened to feed them to Vhagar if they ever even looked at you again.
You started to believe nobody could ever want you.
You knew the real history, that your parents never married, that would make you a bastard, legitimized, but a bastard nonetheless. When you were younger, the King would hear none of it, referring to you as his very Targaryen niece, you had the coloring of the house of old Valyria to prove it.
But perhaps the word and legitimization of a king wasn’t enough to the Lords of the Kingdoms, perhaps they found you hideous and unbearable. Even with the sizable dowry that came from taxes of the lands your father owned, and you now did.
Fear of being eaten by a dragon certainly surpassed every man’s desire for the young beautiful princess.
Not even freaking Dorne would take you
“We don’t dance with dragons”, had said the prince when you came close to strike a conversation with him. 
And that is how your eighteen name day found you, unmarried and with no prospects, it was a matter of days before you were betrothed to Aemond, you knew it, everybody knew it.
And you were growing desperate. 
Jacaerys was betrothed to Baela, not that he was a better choice for you than Aemond himself anyways
But perhaps he was… but he was taken.
They prepared a small feast in your honor that day, with your favorite meals, and a selective group of people of court in the private dining room, and you were grateful, but not very happy about it.
It had been a quiet day, you took a ride on Vhaelar, went to the God’s Eye for a small picnic, you even took Joanna with you.
It had been a quiet day, and as you looked at your plate in front of you, you look up to find Aemond’s gaze in you, he sported a sly little smile as he drink his wine casually
It made your skin crawl
After the dinner Steffon wouldn’t leave your side, and you were thankful for it
“There is a late night council meeting”, he told you, and you looked up to him wide eyed. “to discuss your future”, you gasped
“Can you tell me what they speak off?”
“I won’t be in it, but you might…”, he said, he guided you to the council room, you hid around the corner, waiting for everyone to enter, Steffon went to his Lord Commander, entered the room for a few moments, and then he got out again.
As Steffon was leaving the small council room, he looked at you and with a movement of his head, you knew what to do. He pointed to a small door behind a big base, it was hidden to the unknown eye, but you were starting to learn about all the secret passageways around The Red Keep.
So you sneaked in. After a small passageways of stone, you came to a wooden chair, placed by the side of a decorative wall, with a flowery steel design, behind it, you could clearly see and hear the small council meeting
“The matter of the betrothal of the Princess (Y/N)” said Otto, and your ears perked up, “we can’t postpone it much longer, she just turned eight and ten, it’s time”
“We need to arrange a good match for her” admitted the master of laws
“She received a ton of proposals when she became of age two years ago, we replied to none and now, nobody will answer our letters”, muttered Jason Lannister, “her time has passed…”
“The king wanted her to figure out who she wanted to marry”, clarified Alicent 
“More like Aemond scared away all of the suitors”, said the Lannister. 
“If King Viserys hadn't had more children, he would have named Aegon his heir to the throne instead of Rhaenyra, everybody knows this”, continued Lord Beesbury
“So what?”, asked Otto. 
“So what? So plenty! She is his daughter! Many loved Aegon more than they ever loved Rhaenyra and Daemon, they might see her as the true heir”, said Jason
“Viserys has three male heirs!” Fought Otto, “and Rhaenyra, also a woman”, he said dismissively
“It is of no consequence”, said another, “we must betrothed her now”, muttered again the lord of laws, which of whom you never learned the name of
“With who?”
“Send her away from court”, muttered the same one
“What about Aemond?”, you heard Queen Alicent ask, and it froze your blood, “the King had been dragging him along for three years since he asked for her hand, he said he was going to think about it!” She cried
“I know what he said”, answered the hand, “but we cannot marry all of your children amongst one another, Aemond must marry a good lady, a first born woman of a great house, to secure alliances”
“I agree”
“What better ally than a dragon? and the vale?”, asked Jason
“There is… Cregan Stark”, said Lord Beesbury, and that lit up your heart with hope
“The wolf? Why him?”, asked Otto
“He stands alone, a widower, no heirs to Winterfell…”
“The north?”, repeated Otto
“Imagine the strength of this alliance! Bring in the North! No Targaryen has ever married a Stark”, continued the oldest man in the room 
Silence again, and for once, you had hope
“No”, sentenced the Queen, “he has never shown interest, not even when she became of age, besides he is a savage, a pagan”, was the Queen’s fanaticism going to be your undoing?, “Aemond on the other hand…”
“What about Jacaerys?”
“He is betrothed to Baela Targaryen, his aunt” 
“His aunt, or cousin? or his sister by law? Can’t keep count”, laughed Jason and then they all laughed with him
“We should send word to Stark”, said Lord Beesbury, “he is a good man and it will bring the North into the fold”
“My son and I, we are disappointed”, said the Queen
“Let’s offer her to Stark” sentenced Otto, “if he says no, we will marry her to Aemond before the next moon” 
You whimpered, they were going to betrothed you to Aemond, if Cregan said no.
Aemond, your torturer, the person who made sure to make your life a living hell… he… 
No way.
You had to take matters into your own hands. You had to make your own proposal, or else 
You sneaked away, you needed to get out of the hallways near the council before they ended their meeting. And your mind was clouded with doubts and questions with no answer
Cregan Stark.
You haven't seen him in five long years, what you remember of him, there were all happy memories. He had always been kind to you, he had given you one of your favorite books, taken yours in return by anyways…
But he lived in the far North, the cold North. Once you went to White Harbor with your father, you went by boat, you had never felt more cold in your life. Besides, the lives of the Northerners were so much different than yours, southerners. The north was wild and unruly, some say it was each man for their own. They were rough and loyal, the blood of the first men pumping through their veins.
Would he say yes?
He had married Alysanne, she was from the Riverlands, perhaps… a little bit more South wouldn’t matter to him, right?
You smiled, contented
But a letter seemed too impersonal, only a name written on paper, perhaps he didn’t even remember you. Also, the royal court “suggesting” him who he should marry? again?
Did you even want to go to live up North? to marry Cregan? he should be around thirty right now, way older than you. Your cheeks heated. But he was always so kind and good. And he must have been so lonely, alone up there. 
You could have your own family, create it.
You didn’t have more time to think about it, the very next day, that letter would be sent, and it would decide your fate.
But you had a family here, Viserys, your uncle, and Queen Alicent, and Helaena, and your little nephews…
And then you remembered Alicent shaming you for not praying to the Gods, her urgent eyes everytime you would do something or speak your mind, the way she pinches your arms when you would go out of line.
King Viserys who claims to care for you, and he did, but won’t even speak to you, he would defend his grandsons and sons instead of you when you went to him crying, saying that they were bullying you.
And Aemond… Aemond pushing you, making you trip, grabbing your arms so hard they bruised. His mean words and remarks. 
The tension with cousin Rhaenyra, the “bastard” words being brought so often. She not even looking at you, and her sons tormenting you as well.
UNcle Daemon, who once on his cups had said that he hated even looking at you.
What will become of you once your uncle is dead? he had promised you you could go back home, but married, and he was so sick it wouldn’t matter what he promised you two years ago. You wouldn’t leave the Red Keep unmarried, that was for certain.
This family was bad for you.
Your father raised you far from it for a reason, you would always ask him why wouldn’t he answer the call of the throne, and he, once, looked you in the eyes and responded.
“Before I didn't care to take risks, because I was alone, and now I’m terrified, I will not go to the most dangerous place”, it was the Red Keep, the most dangerous place. He wanted you to have a life outside of it. 
Far from it.
You nodded
This was the right thing to do
You weren’t sure you believed in the seven, but you sure believed in fate, this was fate.
It was decided. 
You jumped from your bed, you dressed in your riding gear, the one for winter, in the insides it had fur, and then, you left your chambers, so excited, adrenaline pumping through your veins. 
But it was raining, thunder could be heard in the distance. 
Did you care? i certainly made you doubt, you wouldn't be able to see anything in the air, but the only thing you had to do was flight north, so… you still asked Steffon to accompanied you
“Are you sure this is what you want?”, he asked, concerned washing over his features
“I need to go North and charm the Lord of Winterfell”, you said with an apologetic smile, “I need to take my future in my own hands”
“I respect you for it”, he said with a shy smile, “But I’m going to miss you”, he said with a gentle smile
“I’ll come visit”, you said with a shy smile
“promise me you’ll tell me everything, I can go and fetch you”, he said, and you smiled
“I promise, I hope it works”, the carriage stopped in front of the pit and you couldn’t jump out fast enough. 
Vhaelar was waiting for you, no doubt she had felt you as you neared it, and followed you as you guided her through the huge hallways of the pit to the outside.
She took flight with you on her back
Vhaelar fly easily through the storm clouds, she was a big dragon, took after her mother Vhagar. But the rain bothered you, soon you were drenched, grabbing at the reins tightly, you luckily were wearing gloves, but there was nothing you could do regarding your sight, clouded by the rain.
The thunder started to hit near you, you had flown through storms before, you liked it, but this time, something was wrong.
You felt a deep roar, it almost got confused by the storm, but you knew better, you looked up and you saw the biggest dragon in the whole freaking word
Vhagar
“Where are you going little cousin?”, you heard Aemond ask, because of the atmosphere of the storm you could hear him clearly
“Leave me alone!”, you cried, but Vhagar descented teasingly over you, Vhaelar did the same, soon you could see the earth underneath you, your dragon, was faster, but with two flaps of her wings VHagar disappeared amongst the clouds. 
You whimpered in fear and your dragon roared angrily, feeling your distress, wanting to eliminate the cause of it
“Lykiri Vhaelar”, you tried, but you were trying to calm yourself. It wasn’t working. 
“iksā ñuhon!”, you heard him scream, [YOU ARE MINE], and you trembled in fear. 
As you looked up Vhagar huge claws were closing in on you, grabbed Vhaelar swiftly by the neck, but then released her.
Vhaelar roared, but this time, it was one of submission
“No! Vhaelar!”, you complained, and she flew alongside her mother. You could see Aemond now, he released the reins and offered his hand towards you. And you whimpered
“No”, you whined, grabbing the reins tightly, Vhaelar was turning to fly back to King’s Landing, and you cried silently for your defeat.
Vhaelar purred under you, wanting to console you and the she turned towards Vhagar, pushing her away, she twisted and but one of her wings in warning, Vhagar roared in pain, and Vhaelar took the opportunity to fly higher to the clouds, to hide amongst them, and as she was faster, you lost her.
You lost the Queen of dragons and Aemond riding her.
If anything this told you that you were doing the right thing. You were, you sighed relieved when the clouds cleared out, beyond the storm, and the night was beautiful. You smiled widely, this was it, you were flying towards your freedom. 
You flew for the entire night, at one point, Vhaelar flew so close to the ground the tallest of trees could tickle her belly, but you couldn’t get lost, so you just followed the Kings road. 
Your heart beat so fast you could hear it in your ears, but your smile as the ground tainted with white couldn’t be brighter, even if you were so cold your teeth clicked. 
You passed the Neck and were in Northern territory, you passed over Moat Cailin and up the road you went. And what you saw marveled you, deep and dark green forests, snow in the ground, but little, since it was still early autumn. Your breath became cloudy, but you loved it.
You passed over a huge town, that you thought was Winterfell, but it wasn’t, it was Castle Cerwyn, you recognize the sigil. Many people came out of their houses that arly morning to watch you fly past, and you hope you didn’t scare them. You wouldn’t want them to think they were in danger or something.
Just a little more, you thought so happily, just a little more.
Two hours later, there it was.
You knew it was winterfell, the huge castle over the hill, with two outside walls, it made you think it had been there for thousands of years, and it was going to be there for thousands to come, even after you and everyone you ever met.
Their high circular towers with red tiles, and black stone. You could see their goodswood, the unmistakable red leaves of the heart tree. 
It was beautiful
And under it’s watchful eye, the town you would think was Winter’s town 
And again, people came out of their houses and you heard shouting. You worry, you commanded Vhaelar to fly down.
She landed heavily on the ground, making it shake under her incredible weight. 
She cooed as you yourself landed on the ground
“Kesan sagon sȳz”, [I will be fine], you assured her, and she purred, making herself comfortable in the same spot as she curled on herself and lowered her head to take a nap, her demeanor was one of a large puppy, so people won’t be scared, you hoped.
You walked towards the big gates of the outer wall, swallowing hard.
This was insane
Had you actually flied across the continent to ask a man you haven't seen in five years to marry?
How insane was that?
You started to regret your decision when suddenly, the gates opened for you. You swallowed hard, fixing your riding gear, who had been wet, and then dried by the air, and it was a mess, oh no, how were you going to offer your own hand in marriage looking like that? Oh no, what have you done?
“My Lady, your name”, asked one of the guards that came to greet you, you smiled softly
“Princess (Y/N) of House Targaryen”, you said and he paled
“I’m very sorry your grace”, he said hastily
“You don’t need to be…”, he guided you inside the walls, and to the main courtyard where you could see the entire inside of the castle. 
“PRINCESS (Y/N) OF HOUSE TARGARYEN!”, he shouted for the whole courtyard to hear, and you whimpered, surprised such a sweet looking man could be heard so loudly.
People started coming out of the castle to greet you, everyone saluted you by bowing their heads, and you smiled, nodded, and returned their greetings. But you look up, at the door leading to the main castle, and from it, emerged none other, than Cregan Stark himself
You recognize him anywhere, tall and wide, his haircut, his dark locks shaved on the side, the black fur cape dressing him. He went down the stairs to meet you, and you smiled at him
“My lord Stark”
“Welcome to Winterfell your grace”, he said, that smile he used to draw for you missing, his icy gray eyes had turned cold
“Thank you My lord Cregan”, you greeted back, as hopeful as you could
“Princess?”, he asked, walking towards you, “what are you doing here?”, he asked, a eyebrow raised
“I came with a proposal from the King”, you said, ignoring the cold that was clinging into your body, and drew a smile
“A proposal?”, he asked, curiosity perking his features
“A marriage”, you concluded
“A marriage proposal”, he did not seem intrigued, he seemed bothered by it, behind him there were some people that you guessed, were his master of arms, and the maester, and other lords. He seemed uninterested and cold, so you had to drop it, he did not seem amused by your shy demeanor like he would in the past. 
“Between you, my lord, and me”, that was it, it was out, you stood straight and as tall, subconsciously showing your neck and puffing your chest a little, as well as smiling 
“You?”, he asked, genuinely surprised
“I’ve come to offer my own hand in marriage”, you said firmly, but with a hopeful smile.
There was silence in the courtyard
“Yes!”, a young woman cheered from the battlements where she had been hearing all of it. 
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hanggarae · 8 months
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take you by the hand
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2.8k words, princess!reader, knight!dk, reader is soonyoung’s brother, established (secret) relationship, fluff, humour (idk man i tried being funny idk if anyone will find it funny)
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“oh yn, he’s here” soonyoung told you, the ‘he’ in question being the newest commander of the royal knights, lee seokmin, or dokyeom, as he was known as in the palace. when your brother had initially told you of his arrival, you tried your best to put on an annoyed look. he couldn't know about how his small visits were secretly your favourite part of the day.
“dokyeom, is there something we could help you with?” the question was pointless, you knew exactly what he was here for, his casual attire clearly showing he had plans of relaxing with you tonight. still though, you were curiously at how he would try to cover this up.
“oh uh nothing at all princess, sorry to disturb you and your brother, but if you could please come with me? I believe the caterers had said they wanted to discuss something for the upcoming charity event” as much as he tried hiding his shock at your brother being here too, you could see right through him. and how could you possibly pass up on an opportunity to tease him?
“i see, thank you for letting me know dokyeom. i’ll be right over, have a nice rest of your knight” the corners of your lips curving up.
you could see him trying to veil his panic again, “oh well princess i could escort you over?”, he met your gaze, ‘what’re you doing?’ was what his eyes were saying.
“oh no i wouldn’t want to take up more of your time-”
“i insist” he flashed you a tight smile that had you holding back your own giggles.
“well since you make such a compelling argument i suppose you could escort me over. goodnight soonyoung!” you called out to your brother, waving her goodbye before you let dokyeom take the lead.
“yn, i can’t believe you” dokyeom whined after a few minutes of walking after ensuring you were somewhere neither of you would be heard.
“what are you talking about dokyeom?” you teased him further, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“why do you keep calling me dokyeom? what happened to seokmim?” he whined further, bringing you impossibly closer to him.
“aren’t you the commander of the knights? last i was aware his name was dokyeom..” you trailed off slowly bringing your face closer to peck at his soft lips.
“you know i like it when you call me seokmin, princess”
“i thought i was sweetheart? clearly we both can’t get what we want” you sighed jokingly.
“you don’t deserve it. not after you put me in that little situation back there. you’re lucky i’m quick at thinking or else i would’ve ended up telling your brother my plans to marry you-“
“marry? is that so? you’ll have to seek my brother’s approval first just so you know” you teased him again, grinning from ear to ear at his words.
he nodded, returning your smile while moving to kiss you again, hands encircled over your waist.
“speaking of my love, just when will we be able to tell your parents? we’ve been sneaking around for a few months and— of course not that i wouldn’t endure some inconvenience for you it’s just-“
“i know seokmin i know, it’s just you know soonyoung’s always had impossible standards for suitor’s to meet”
you did feel incredibly guilty for it. you’d told seokmin about the situation before- well warned him more like. you’d told him about how a relationship with you could prove miserable for him considering he’d have to spend 90% of the time hiding any affection toward you.
“yn, sometimes you have to put your own needs aside for love, and that’s what i’m doing for you” he placed a hand on your shoulder, staring at you seriously.
“did you steal that line from someone else?” you tried to hold back your laugh.
“maybe”
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“yn, come sit with us” your father had told you, you couldn’t tell what he was feeling. he always had a neutral expression, never give away too much, suppose that’s what it’s supposed to be like when you’re king.
“father?” you asked him quietly, sitting beside your brother soonyoung.
“yn, i’m sure you’re aware that prince mingyu is getting married soon”, smiling, you nodded as you remembered seokmin telling you his excitement at the fact that his childhood friend would be the one marrying him, “good, well then you must also know he’s the same age as you” oh you could tell where this was headed, shooting your father a sour look. “oh don’t give me that. at least try meeting them before you outright refuse”
“father, i don’t have plans of marrying one of your suitors, i apologise” you furrowed your brows.
“i agree with yn, father. she’s too young to get married anytime soon anyway” soonyoung yawned.
“i’m only a year younger than you—“
“in that case soonyoung, you get married”
“hang on this wasn’t about me—“
all three of your heads moved to the sound of the door slamming open, an out of breath seokmin being at the center of it.
he bowed quickly before speaking, “forgive me for interrupting your majesties, however prince wonwoo had requested prince soonyoung urgently”
you could see how seokmin was having an internal conflict on whether or not to make eye contact and smile at you. when he finally did you shot him a week before he let out a sputtered cough.
“are you okay?” soonyoung asked him, tone slightly wary.
“oh yes i’m fine, come with me your majesty” he breathed, turning on his heel quickly and marching away with your brother.
after walking for a few minutes, seokmin could see the slight frown on soonyoung’s face. there’s no way he knows, right?
“uh your majesty is something bothering you?” he smiled, not letting his nerves show.
“huh? well now that you mention it yeah” seokmin physically felt all the energy drain out of him. he was done. he was done and he was going to spend the rest of his life in a dungeon and be let out to only see you marry someone else while he's miserable for the rest of-
“father keeps bothering us, i don’t know why he’s so hell bent on one of us marrying soon,”
and just like that seokmin had life again. all was well and the world was beautiful. “especially yn. she’s way too young to be getting married”
never mind. the world was cruel and seokmin hated every last person on it, except for you of course.
“i don’t trust anyone that father finds for her” oh this was seokmin’s chance. he just needed to be someone your brother trusted and soonyoung himself would pair the two of you up. soonyoung can find out about the 8 months of a secret relationship after you and seokmin had your second child.
“well uh,” seokmin cleared his throat, “if you don’t trust your father with this, why not leave it to yourself? at least then you’ll be sure you trust them”
soonyoung stopped in his tracks making seokmin to almost pass out from nervousness. “hmm, that’s actually not a bad idea. but who?”
“well if i were to personally suggest someone, i’d say someone tall, dark hair, name begins with an ‘s’-“
“that’s perfect!” soonyoung shouted happily, patting hitting seokmin’s back, “you’re a genius, dokyeom!”
“thank you! so when can i-“
“call seungcheol? don’t worry i’ll let him know myself, he’s going to be my future brother in law after all!”
oh yeah, seokmin’s done.
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“yn! yn where are you?” soonyoung called out, head peering around the room in search of you.
“what is it?” you smiled at him, setting your necklace aside.
“this is seungcheol” he moved aside to make room for his friend, “seungcheol this is yn”
“yeah we’ve met before” seungcheol groaned before turning to you and smiling, “sorry, hi yn it’s been a while”
you returned his smile and waved at him, it had been a long time since you’ve properly talked with seungcheol, the most interactions with him being at different events and ending at a simple ‘hello’.
“well i’ll leave you both to it, bye guys!” and like that your brother was gone.
you and seungcheol spent a few minutes catching up before you were hit with deja vu of the door flying open, seokmin being the culprit again.
“sorry. someone’s looking for you” he said, he was sulking but tried his best to sound threatening to seungcheol. and you honestly felt bad for seokmin considering said man he was scaring was in fact doing his best not to burst out laughing.
“what for?” seungcheol chuckled.
“uh.. look i don’t know they just said to come get you” seokmin couldn’t even hide his pout now and seungcheol couldn’t hide his laugh either, doubling over in laughter and making seokmin sulk even more.
“look man, i’m not trying to steal your girlfriend from you. i already told soonyoung to not expect anything from this, besides yn’s like a little sister to me anyway”
“w- who said she was my girlfriend? haha ha” seokmin chuckled nervously, frowning again when he heard both you and seungcheol laughing at him.
“seokmin he’s not stupid” you giggled, pecking his cheek.
“well in that case.. help us out would’ya?”
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for as long as you could remember, soonyoung took care of you. your parents were always busy and neither of you could blame them- after all it was either rule over a kingdom or spend a little less time with your kids- you really couldn’t blame them.
that didn’t stop you from hating the situation though. anyone and everyone was able to work that out- and just like you couldn’t blame your parents, they couldn’t blame you.
because of this, soonyoung was always there for you. whenever you’d made a new friend soonyoung was the first person you ran to tell, when you learnt a new fact you’d be running to soonyoung’s door to tell him. you were all each other had when you were kids, and soonyoung would never let you be hurt by anything or anyone.
this carried on until now, even when both of you are adults and you’re able to take care of yourself, soonyoung would rather die than see you upset. so if it means he’d banish any man that doesn’t meet his standards for you that comes within two feet distance to you then so be it.
unfortunately for you that meant any chance of meeting someone was near impossible considering your brother scared anyone that looked at you for more than a minute away.
luckily, seokmin never let your brother get in his way of pursuing you. he’d spent months secretly courting you, showering you with confessions everyday, and even after you had told him you reciprocated your feelings he never backed down after you’d told him about your brother’s standards. he met the challenge head on and has been working hard for months- so much so that he ended up being promoted to commander of the knights.
to you, seokmin was perfect. he was gentle, loving, always knew how to bring a smile to your face, but he was also hard working and passionate. so if he couldn’t get soonyoung’s approval then you’d have to come to terms with the fact that your brother wants you to die alone.
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“you’re sure about this?” seokmin whispered, his forehead resting against yours. it’d been weeks of consideration. you were sure seokmin was perfect in your eyes but if your brother would care about that was a different story.
“yeah.. i’m sure” you smiled up at him, eyes closing as you leaned back onto him for comfort. if you couldn’t get your brother to agree what was going to happen? would this be the last time you get to see seokmin?
“hey, don’t be so nervous pretty. no matter how protective he is, it’s because he cares about you, he wants you to be happy. if you’re happy with me then he’ll be happy for you” his fingers rested around your chin, tilting your head up ever so slightly so he could look you in the eyes.
his gaze flickered to your lips before trailing back up to your eyes, almost asking for permission even after all this time together.
you closed the space between the two of you, smiling into the kiss with him as he sighed. being with you was always lifted a weight off his shoulders.
that weight came back in a second though after you both heard the door slam open. why can’t people open doors normally? why is everyone always slamming them open?
“your majesty!” you saw seokmin bow to, oh no, soonyoung, the expression on his face unreadable.
“dokyeom.. yn.. what are you guys doing? together..” he said, trailing off.
“i don’t want to lie to you. i love your sister, i have for a while now actually. and whether i get your approval or not, that’s not going to change” seokmin stood firmly against soonyoung.
you can’t lie, you were worried. what would happen to his position in the knights? yes you wouldn’t be harmed in this but what were the chances seokmin came out unscathed?
“yn” it was the first fine you’d ever heard your brother talk to you so seriously. hesitantly, you met his gaze.
“he’s right. we’ve been seeing each other for a few months now. soonyoung, he makes me so happy, please-“ you pleaded with him, staying close to seokmin.
“this is great! i mean- don’t get me wrong i’m not happy you both have been practically lying to me for months- but i couldn’t be happier about this!”
“you what?” you stood in disbelief.
“i know dokyeom’s a good guy- who d’ya think made him commander of the knights anyway? only reason i didn’t try setting the both of you up was because i assumed dokyeom already had someone with how he’s been sneaking around”
you couldn’t believe this. months of paranoia just for your brother to be a little too happy about this.
“i now realise the person he’s been sneaking around with is you, this is great! yn, as long as your happy, i would’ve been happy, you’re smart enough to find a good guy for yourself”
“so i have permission to marry your sister?” seokmin chippered, no longer afraid of showing his love as he pulled you into his side.
“well, technically, you still need father’s permission but you’ve got my support”
“good enough for me!”
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“yn, he’s here again” soonyoung groaned, clearly already sick of seokmin’s public displays of affection toward you.
you laughed at the disgusted expression on your brother’s face before bidding him goodbye to meet your lover.
“princess” seokmin smiled at you, “you look beautiful” he planted a kiss to your hand, eyes lingering on it for a few extra seconds before intertwining his fingers with yours.
“thank you, min. you look so handsome yourself” you mirrored his smile, squeezing his hand gently.
with your free hand, you played with the small pendant of your necklace while you let seokmin lead you to the spot he was so insistent on taking you to. when you’d arrived, you realised he’d taken you to a beautiful park, the sunlight hitting the grass beneath your feet perfectly and there was cool shade provided by the tree that seokmin set a blanket at.
“darling? why do you look so nervous?” you finally ask after finishing everything your lover prepared. at first you just thought he was nervous you wouldn’t like what he’d prepared, but after you’d spent the entire time singing praises about it that couldn’t be the case.
“nervous? who’s nervous?” okay so he was nervous.
you sighed, whatever it was he’d tell you sooner or later. you moved to pack the leftovers away in the basket, seokmin’s hand coming to stop you when you’d tried to open the basket. “is there a problem?”
“no problem it’s just.. i couldn’t possibly ask a princess to do all this. allow me to take care of it”
you smiled, huffing out “min, it’s fine. that’s no reason for me to not be able to help you” you rolled your eyes.
“in that case.. i just don’t want my wife to have to lift a finger around me”
you shot him a confused look, staring at him for a few seconds before he pulled something out of the basket. it was a small velvet box, and from there you’d started to piece it altogether, letting out a gasp when he presented the contents of the box to you.
“well, princess? will you marry me?”
“yes! i love you so much min” you kissed him, both of you giggling throughout it all.
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