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serenityinstone · 1 month

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Feline Fiasco

Hetalia x Reader

This is written for a female reader but there isn't really anything specific that would suggest that besides a few references. If you want to read, I'm not going to stop you.

Also (Y/n) is completely uninterested in the countries for the majority of this, all she's interested in is the cats. This is way fluffier than anything else I've posted, which is two things, and this part is relatively America-centric because (Y/n) works for him. This is also way less quality work than those two posts but idk deal with it?

There is more to this but it's unfinished and I'll probably never post it. My friend also helped with the cat names so if you don't like them... uh assume that they chose them. One last note, I thought it would be funny to write the accents so you also have to deal with that.

As one of the many secretaries working in the White House, it was actually quite a surprise to you that you ended up as the main secretary to the human personification of the U.S.A.

Because of this, you had become quite close to Mr. F. Jones and more importantly: his cat.

You couldn't help but coo at the adorable and floofy feline. Sure, you should probably finish filing those papers, but national security can wait a few more minutes. Besides you couldn't resist the allure of the purr. It would be an understatement to say, when you learned that the other personifications also had furry friends of their own, you were excited.

America didn't want you interacting with the other countries, especially not Russia. But you honestly didn't care and you weren't the recording secretary for those meetings, so it's not like you were in attendance anyways. That somehow didn't stop you from having to tag along and meeting more nation cats; of which you weren't sure why they had brought them along in the first place. It's not like you were complaining.

Ball of fur after ball of fur. No cat went un-petted. Except for Germany's cat; he had evaded you time and time again. But no longer! For today was the last day and you were going to pet that cat if it was the last thing you did.

There it was. It's sleek black fur, the ribbon in Germany's signature colors around its neck, and that always alert look on its face. He would evade you no more. You crouched down in your very inflexible pencil skirt and prepared to pounce.

"Vhat are jou doing?" A voice thick with a German accent called out, startling you and the cat who decided to bound back towards him and into his arms.

"Uhhhh." You blanked.

"You're America's secretary right? Vat vere jou trying to do to my cat?" He questioned, eyes narrowing with suspicion.

You gulped and tried to explain your actions in a way that didn't sound absolutely ridiculous.

"I-uh. I wanted to pet your cat and… he kept evading me and I thought if I snuck up on him that I could pet him." You looked away and pitifully whispered, "Sorry."

"If jou vanted to pet him, all you had to do was ask."

"Really!?" Your eyes lit up and you looked up at the German with pure and unbridled excitement. He coughed and looked away with a slight blush resting on his cheeks.

"Of course." He held the cat out. You, with no hesitation whatsoever, immediately started to adore and love the cat, even shifting it from Germany's arms to your own.

As you continued to pet the cat, who despite his earlier refusal, seemed quite happy, you asked Germany a question. "My name's (Y/n). What's yours if you're willing to share? No pressure though."

His eyes widened a bit before he shook it off and gave you an answer. "Ludwig Beilschmidt." He responded, studying his cat. "Germouser seems to like jou."

You could barely stifle a laugh at the name he had given to the black cat. He sensed your amusement and gave an explanation.

"Feli- Italy named him. I vas going to name him Johann or something similar. Italy was zoroughly horrified by my suggestions and vould not rest until I vent vith his."

You smiled at the Italian's antics and shook your head with amusement. "Germouser is a fine name for an absolutely wonderful cat."

Germany seemed to get flustered again as he watched you coo at his cat, completely ignoring his presence. He would have just left him with you, but the meeting was starting soon and he didn't want to be late. Luckily for him, America decided to pop around the corner, demanding your attention. So you were forced to give up the precious kitty cat and return with Mr. Jones.

Alfred was annoyed. Not at you but at everyone else. Why did they have any right to be around you? You were an American citizen. His citizen. Sure, all you were really interested in was their cats. But what if you thought that they and their cats were so cool that you left him and went to live in a different country instead? He couldn't let that happen.

"So, (Y/n), dude, broette." He said on the way to the meeting room. "Here's the deal."

You gave him a look and raised an eyebrow.

"I need someone to watch Hero for me and my sitter flaked so you're gonna be watching him." He fingered-gunned at you and stars seemed to shine in the air around him. This, of course, was nothing new to you. It wasn’t like you would have rather been attending the meeting anyways.

So you stayed in a different unoccupied meeting room with a lovely, furry friend. It wasn't until he started hissing at a corner that you were in trouble.

"Hero, what's wrong?" You asked, concerned at the agitated cat. His tail bristled up and his ears flattened down as he took a defensive position. Out of nowhere another fluffy cat waltzed in from the very corner that Hero had been hissing at. It was Boris, a cat that belonged to Russia.

You hadn't actually gotten to pet him yet because to be honest, you were also scared of Russia. But… He wasn't around… and his cat was. And his cat was purring.

That was about all the reasoning that you needed to brush past Hero and scoop Boris up into your arms. The former started yowling for your attention and followed you as you went to sit down with the Russian cat.

You laid down on the plush carpeted floor and lifted the cat that you were holding up above you. Boris’ fluffy body was placed onto your chest and he immediately started purring louder once he got comfortable. He nuzzled his face into your neck, much to the annoyance of the American cat. Hero yowled at you and pawed at Boris, desperately trying to get him off.

Boris only gave him a smug look in return and kneaded into you, further solidifying his spot. Hero decided that it wasn’t worth the fight and that he was going to get his owner to remove the Russian cat and put him back into his mother’s lap: aka you.

The surprisingly smart and agile cat leapt around the room and pushed down the door handle, slipping out through the crack. You didn’t notice this as you were currently immersed in the bliss of a cat sitting on you and letting you pet it.

Eventually the purring lulled you into a peaceful and warm slumber, the two of you deciding to take a cat nap.

It would be Russia who found you first. Ivan realized that his cat had gone missing and he honestly didn’t care enough about the meeting to stay. It's not like anyone would try to stop him.

So as Hero bounded down the halls towards the meeting room, Mr. Ivan Braginsky came from the other direction; his sense of where his cat was at any one moment was completely uncanny.

The Russian gradually opened the wooden door and it quietly opened without any resistance. He turned his head towards where he heard purring and was met with a surprising sight. It was America’s secretary, with his cat, lying, with his cat.

You were breathing softly and the movements of your chest moving up and down also moved Boris. Ivan couldn’t help but faintly smile at the sight. Said cat opened a singular eye to acknowledge the new presence in the room. He flicked his tail and settled back into his spot. Not wanting to bother you or the cat, Ivan pulled out a chair and sat down.

He pulled out some paperwork, seemingly from nowhere, and began to work on it. The sounds of your quiet breathing, combined with the light purr from Boris, made for a calming work environment.

As the three of you remained in peaceful bliss, another kitty cat was running around the corner on the never ending search for food. Itabby trotted up and down the corridors looking for an open door that might lead to some food that didn’t come from England. Her golden fur glimmered as the sun shined through the many windows in the building. She looked over at a door that had opened slightly and was too blinded by the thought of food to notice the scarily familiar scent coming from the room.

Itabby scampered over to the door but screeched and meowed as she was sent flying by an American blonde and his equally irritated cat. She tentatively peered around the door at the scene forming.

“HEY!” Alfred yelled, startling both you and the cat. You shot up straight, Boris falling into your lap. “What are you doing with her?!” He yelled again, getting his face up into Ivan’s. The other man gave him an unamused look and stood up, towering over him. Alfred, despite this, did not back down and continued to stare angrily at him.

“Go away.” The white-haired male said, his accent heavy as he crossed his arms. “You have startled them with your unnecessary noise. You are just like the rest of your country.”

The air tensed and became heavier as the seconds went on. They began to size each other up as Hero, ironically, “heroically” walked proudly over to you and with his front paws, pushed Boris off of your lap. He quickly took his place and started purring. Boris’ fur began to puff up as he hunched down and prepared to pounce. His back legs flexed and he made the jump, sending both him and Hero flying towards their fighting owners, who were remarkably somehow not in a physical fight. Yet.

You very quickly realized that you did not want to be in the middle of two superpowers fighting and quietly took your leave. (E/c) eyes met feline amber ones and you swept up the cat and made your escape, leaving behind the feuding men and cats.

Itabby snuggled into your arms as you finally slowed down to catch your breath. Her round tail whooshed back and forth as you tiredly walked through the long hallway. The two of you eventually ended up in the rose gardens of the meeting building. The area was well taken care of and beautiful if you did say so yourself. The meeting was taking place in England and Mr. Jones had told you about how the Brit enjoyed gardening, so it made sense as to why it was here.

Speaking of the British, you spotted a fluffy feline shape from the corner of your eye. It was deeper into the gardens and among the trees. Itabby finally decided that it was time to go and return to her owner. She gracefully leaped out of your arms and landed on all fours and trotted off to beg Italy for some pasta. You instead continued your approach to the cat, which at this point, you could tell was a Scottish Fold.

The left side of his face was brown and so was his tail. Alike to his owner, he seemed to have what you assumed were some kind of eyebrows and when he opened his eyes to look at you, his olive eyes stared into yours. He flicked his tail and layed back down onto the wall that he was laying on. His collar jingled as he moved and you quietly moved up to him. On the gold circle attached to the same olive color collar, was a name.

‘Scone’ You thought. ‘Oh my god. This is the most English cat name I have ever seen.’

You almost started laughing but the smoldering glare the cat gave you made you think otherwise. The stone wall was surprisingly cold for the summer sun and as you sat down, you took a look at Scone. He seemed to still be quite grumpy, but he knew you from earlier in the week, so he was not alarmed. You lifted up and moved your left arm forward to start petting him.

Scone was soft and clearly well-taken care of. His fur was clean and had no knots or dirt insight, despite laying around a garden for half a day. You continued your actions and the both of you started to fall back into slumber. Your hand hovered on the back of the feline and your head slumped alongside your body.

It was peaceful. With birds chirping and the wind lightly blowing. There was a river babbling somewhere in the background and it made for a serene scene. The only reason he had let you pet him was because you had fed him earlier in the week. He didn’t have his collar at that point so this was the first time you had gotten his name. Your eyes closed as you recalled the event from a couple of days prior.

The day after the plane landed you were on the hunt for felines. Armed with some cat food, a retractable mouse-on-a-stick and hope, you made your way around the building England had set aside for housing the rampant countries, and byproduct, their cats. France’s cat, Monsieur, was an absolute attention wh-. He really liked attention, and would rub himself against your leg anytime the two of you crossed paths. It’s not like France, or Francis, was much better.

It’s not like you minded petting him. He was adorable after all. The cat, not Francis. But you had wanted to meet as many other cats as you could and so you had to stop by Francis’ room multiple times to drop off Monsieur.

“Je suis désolé.” He said, taking Monsieur out of your arms. “He keeps getting out. But I guess he knows when there’s a lovely lady around.”

You ignored his attempts at flirting and instead scratched Monsieur’s chin one last time before leaving. He purred at you and while you felt bad about leaving him, you were on a mission! Besides, you had a certain Japanese cat to track down. Monsieur meowed at you as you walked down the hallway and if you didn’t know better you’d say so did Francis.

Either way, nothing was going to stop you from petting Tama, Japan’s cat. He was an adorable little black and white feline with the cutest little bob for a tail. You had actually spotted him earlier and was about to go up to him before Monsieur literally jumped into your arms, demanding attention. Of course you weren’t going to say no so Tama quickly left your sight as you went to return Monsieur.

Wait, isn't Monsieur just sir in French? Oh well there was no time to think about questionable cat names, this building was full of them.

Monsieur wasn’t the only attention whore of a cat. Prussia’s cat, Purrussia, wasn’t much better. He would follow you down hallways and meow with his scratchy meow at you while Austria’s cat, Allegro, whined behind him. He literally tried to jump up at you a few times.

Of course both of them were interrupted when Hero ran straight at you and tackled you like a professional linebacker. You had thought that it was mostly fluff, but no, apparently Hero could pack a punch. He knocked the wind out of you as you fell backwards onto the tiled floor. The cat sat proudly on you and looked around like he was waiting for something or someone. Whoever he was waiting for, however, wouldn’t show up fast enough to see Purrussia return the favor and tackle Hero off of you, much to Allegro’s horror.

The white cat had a German ribbon as well but it looked like it was fraying at the edges. The reason you were bringing this up was because Hero was currently using one of the edges to try to choke Purrussia and Allegro was using the other to try to pull Purrussia away from Hero. Neither was really working and all it was really doing was making Purrussia more and more agitated.

“PURRUSSIA!!!” A shrill voice yelled out from down the hallway.

The cats stopped their roughhousing to see two of the countries barrelling down towards them. Well Prussia was. Austria was slowly walking over, looking more inconvenienced than anything else.

“Purrussia! Purrussia!” Prussia reiterated, pulling his cat up by its arms. “Did jou vin?!”

Everyone but the two Prussians stared in disbelief at his statement. The albino feline furiously nodded his head and if he could have talked you would have imagined that he would have been saying, ‘I’m awesome!’

Hero angrily meowed down below, as if to oppose Purrussia’s non-verbal statement. Allegro just haughtily licked his paw and stuck his nose up as if to pretend that he was disgusted with their fighting as if he hadn’t just been a part of it. Austria picked up his in-denial cat and you picked up Hero who calmed down as soon as you did.

“Sorry about him.” You said, brushing his unruly fur down with your hand. “He gets a little competitive.”

“Ja. It’s fine.” Austria said, petting his own cat. “Purrussia is not much better.”

“HEY!” Prussia yelled. “My awesome Purrussia is doing his best! And besides, at least he actually does something!”

“Jour cat picked a fight vith a vall (wall) Gilbert.” Austria sassed.

“Vell jour cat’s piano playing is trash!”

Austria gave a gasp of horror before inching closer to the Prussian.

“Jou take zat back, RIGHT NOW!”

Prussia just laughed, still letting Purrussia’s back paws dangle as he held him like one would a toddler. He got in close to the Austrian’s face, smiling deviously at him.

“Nein.”

He suddenly, while still holding Purrussia, took off, running away from Austria. He wasn’t far behind though and you could hear the man yelling in German all the way down the far corridor.

“Well Hero.” You said, looking down at the cat who had made himself very comfortable. “That was weird.”

He just snuggled closer to you and you sighed. You scratched him once more before heading down the opposite hallway. The destination was clear, before you could continue your cat quest, you’d have to get this one safely back to its owner.

You suddenly snapped back to reality, still sitting on the wall. The sun was now high in the sky and the spot underneath you was no longer cold. You were especially warm as you now had a Scottish Fold sitting comfortably upon your lap. Quietly cooing at the cat, you looked to see if there was any way to escape your furry prison. The most important rule of cats: once a cat sits on you, you’re not moving until they do.

You sighed, legs uncomfortably stiff. Scone was far more content and his bushy tail occasionally brushed against your leg. It was incredibly cute but it didn’t make your back stop hurting from being hunched over for the last half hour.

Voices came from farther within the garden. There were two people currently engaged in a soft conversation. You caught bits and pieces of it; there was a man with a British accent and a man with what you thought was American until you heard him say ‘aboot.’ You couldn’t help but snicker at your own observation, disturbing Scone in the process.

He scornfully meowed at you and you offered pets in an apology. Around the corner turned Scone’s owner and a man who looked incredibly similar to America. They both turned to look at you when the Scottish Fold you were fondling stretched out to impossible lengths and complained like a cat while he did it. England looked down at your lap to see his cat very happily cushioned on your thighs. The man next to him was also holding a cat who again looked very similar to America’s.

They were clearly different though. This man’s hair was more auburn and his eyes were a shade of impossible purple. There was also more of a wave to it whereas America’s hair was as straight as hair comes. Familiarity lit up in your eyes, not for the man however.

“Maple!” You exclaimed, wanting to go to the cat but also not willing to disturb the one on you. “How have you been?”

The men stared at you, wondering if you were talking to them or the cat. Of course Maple himself answered this as he jumped out of his owner’s arms and darted over to you. He gracefully climbed up the small wall and placed himself down by you. Scone was on your lap and he was nicer than Hero so as to not push him off. You moved one of your arms to pet Maple and kept the other on Scone. They were so cute you felt like you were going to explode.

“Oh.” A quiet voice spoke out. It came from the man behind England. “You’re Alfred’s secretary right?”

You smiled and nodded at the man. “And I assume that means you’re Canada, right?”

He looked a tad taken aback before nodding himself. “Yeah…” He trailed off and England instead picked up the conversation.

“I thought you were supposed to be watching his furrball cat, Hero.” He walked over and leaned against the wall.

“I was. But then he and Boris got into a catfight… and then America and Russia got into a catfight.”

Canada laughed in the background but quickly covered it up. England stared at Scone, looking to see if there was anyway to get him off of you without being scratched himself. He had enough injuries, that should have scarred had he not been a country, from the cat. He shivered a bit, though also began to pet the feline, scratching his under the chin.

“That sounds like those two.”

You hummed in agreement, continuing your affections. Canada also came over to pet his own cat who ironically did smell like maple syrup.

“Can I make you the villain of this story?” You asked England, gesturing to Scone. “I do actually have somewhere I need to be.”

“Oh I suppose I can assume that role.” He mused, carefully picking up his cat. He was not happy to be moved but England just shushed him.

Canada also picked up his cat who was slightly nicer about the whole thing. He fidgeted with Maple’s ear as he held him.

“I’m Matthew.” He said, carefully shifting Maple so he could put one arm out to shake your hand.

You finished the formal greeting. “I’m (Y/n).”

The other blonde butted in from the background. “I’m Arthur, love.”

“It’s very nice to formally meet both of you. Seeing you from across a meeting room doesn’t really count.” You smiled and gave a small pat to each of the feline’s heads. “Well I wasn’t kidding about needing to get somewhere. I really didn’t mean to get stopped as long as I did.”

You playfully glared at the Scottish Fold sitting comfortably in his owner's arms. He promptly ignored you, instead turning around cutely. England apologized but you told him it was fine. You were at least 50% sure that Mr. Jones was probably still fighting with Russia. Those two really were like angry cats. You waved the two men off and went on your way to find out the answer to that question.

Instead of coming across two feuding superpowers, you came across two of the Asian nations’ cats. You had already met them both but this was the first time you were seeing them together. Tama was sitting up high on a shelf while China’s cat, Meowzedong, was angrily meowing at him from down below. Everytime he tried to climb up, Tama would use a paw and swipe a book or other object down at him.

You flinched as a very breakable, very expensive-looking, vase crashed down. It was this movement that alerted the two cats to your presence and Meowzedong wasted no time at all to come over to you and complain. Now you couldn’t exactly speak cat but you got the jist.

Bending down, you carefully picked up the cat. Meowzedong always had a weird clump of fur that looked almost like a ponytail that, no matter how much China cut it, always grew back. He yowled at you and pointed a furry paw in Tama’s direction. The other cat had already loafed on top of the high shelf and you looked at him, back at Meowzedong, back at Tama, and then back at Meowzedong again.

“I don’t know how tall you think I am but I’m not that tall.”

Meowzedong just narrowed his eyes and meowed at you again. You sighed, looking back at Tama. If he had a long enough tail to flick it at you he would’ve. Sensing the futility of his quest, Meowzedong instead spread himself out in your arms and if you didn’t know better you would have said that he was mocking Tama. And if you really didn’t know better you’d say that it was working and that the bobtail was getting more irritated by the second. The personifications might have had to act cordial but their cats had no such qualms.

Finally, Tama de-loafed himself and gracefully hopped down a few other layers before reaching the bottom. He gracefully walked over to you and sat on your foot… Well shoot. What were you supposed to do now?

So here you were, from one cat prison to the next. Standing in the middle of some random, out-of-the-way hallway because the nations’ cats were all attention-hogging, though very adorable, brats.

You didn’t know how much time had actually passed. There was no clock in the hallway, you didn’t wear a watch, and both of your hands were occupied so you couldn’t check your phone. As cute as they were, your legs felt like they were about to collapse in on themselves. You couldn’t even shift how you were standing because Tama had taken it upon himself to lay across both of your shoes. Your arms also felt like they were going to fall off at any second. Meowzedong wasn’t a particularly heavy cat but try holding anything over five pounds for longer than five minutes.

You were desperately hoping that either they would finally get bored and leave or someone would come to save you. Wow you guessed you really did need a “Hero” right about now… Dammit you thought that referencing needing a hero in your head would magically summon America or his equally hotheaded cat.

“Tama. Meowzedong.” You murmured. “Can you please get off?” You hoped to whatever god or gods were out there that they didn’t hear the desperation in your voice. Never show weakness to a cat.

The two cats made eye contact with each other for a moment and seemed to come to an agreement. Meowzedong stretched his body out before jumping onto the ground. Tama did the same but instead greeted Meowzedong when he landed.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration if you said that you collapsed onto the wooden floor below. You quickly got up however as you didn’t want them to see it as another chance to sit on you. At least not right now. You pulled out your phone to see all of the messages and calls you missed. You had put it on silent while watching Hero and forgot to turn it back to vibrate.

‘Oh my god Mr. Jones called me twenty-three times.’ You thought, frantic. ‘I’m gonna be in so much trouble!’

You raced down the hallway, startling a group of micronations as you went. There was no time to apologize! You had to keep your job! If not for you then for the cats!

Not even thinking to knock you burst open the door where America was staying, side note why wasn’t it locked? And were greeted with the sight of!... Mr. Jones… crying? His cat looked pretty dejected too and was currently hanging himself off the side of the bed like a rug.

“Sir?” His head shot up to look at you.

He quickly snapped his head back away, mushing at his face in an attempt to try to make it seem like he wasn’t crying.

“(Y-Y/n)” He stuttered for a second, before immediately going back to the hero persona. “Where’ve you been!?”

“Are you okay?” You ignore him, instead asking your own question.

You titiled your body to look at what he was looking at… Was that a framed picture of you?!

It didn’t matter because he was very quickly all in your face again. You could see what seemed to be a rapidly healing black eye and a tooth that hadn’t fully regrown in yet as he smiled at you. Just how long was he fighting with Russia for?

You sat him down on his bed, considering if you should even bother getting a medkit for him. Either way you ended up spending the rest of the day with him, watching movies and sitting what you considered a good ways away from each other on the plush couch. He apparently had a nicer room in all of England’s properties from when he used to live there during parts of the year.

Hero filled the gap in-between you of which America was mildly annoyed about. He kept trying to get you to use ‘Alfred’ but you insisted that it was unprofessional. He’d close the gap one day.

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serenityinstone · 5 months

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Thanks For Nothing

Yandere America x G.N. Reader

If you can't tell I'm really bad at adding tw's but I always find it helpful to avoid stuff I don't want to read so I tried my best. Go ahead and tell me if there's something I missed.

Also, I know Thanksgiving was two days ago I randomly got the urge to write this last night. I'm like slightly embarrassed by this but I haven't posted anything in over a year so you get this.

Tableware clinked against wood as it was gingerly laid down by an uncommonly careful hand. The room was well lit with candles flickering shadows across the walls, a large chandelier over top. The table was set with an orange and red color scheme with autumn bleeding into every aspect of decoration. Even though only two would be used, eight seats had been set in nothing but false pageantry. The smell of baking turkey wafted in from the kitchen off the ways. Most of the other food had already made its place on the table, surrounding a cornucopia, reflective only in name. Six chairs, three on each side, were all tightly pushed into the table, ready for the use of no one. The spread was massive and one could wonder how only two people, the only residents of the large house, would finish it all.

Humming came from the kitchen, the voice masculine in pitch. The tune was easily recognizable as the Star Spangled Banner, which was more a feat to hum then one would expect. Some of the high notes came out scratchy and the mumbling of the lyrics did nothing to ascertain any kind of satisfying harmony. Both rooms were pleasantly warm, though the kitchen held itself in a higher regard after repeat use of the oven and stove. Light leaked out through the open windows as it bathed the rest of the house.

It was pitch dark outside and a person coming or going could see no more than fifteen feet in front of them. Not that there would be any extra guests anyways. The building was located in the middle of nowhere, a long, winding road the only gleam of civilization. At one point the property had been a farm, but after the changing of owners, its purpose drastically changed.

The deafening silence was interrupted by repeated shifting, a desperate attempt to move. This sound was picked up by the ears of the blonde in the other room. He stuck his head in the doorway, the cowlick on top denying gravity its rightful dues. His blue eyes twinkled with amusement, though you could see none of it. In fact you could see nothing at all. You couldn’t see, you couldn’t speak, you couldn’t move. All you could do was listen. The man laughed boisterously like you had just said the funniest thing in the world.

“Don’t worry!” He said, knocking on the wall in a way meant to exude comfort. “It's almost done.”

Any chance you had of escape was quickly ticking away alongside that turkey clock, and yet you could do nothing. Maybe he really was the original boy scout because his knots were flawless. Arms bound tight to a chair, any attempts at kicking did nothing to loosen the ropes tying your legs to the chair’s. Your back was flush with the chair, cord tightly wrapped around your torso. You were, in all sense of the word, stuck.

The silk material used to blind your sight was far softer than the harsh twine of the ropes. The same was used to bind your mouth. Any of the tears you had cried had long since dried, making the cloth more uncomfortable and sticky than before. What did you do to deserve this?

Time to ponder than question was quickly snatched away as the retro cooking clock sprang to life. You snapped your head towards the sound, not having prepared yourself for it. Suddenly the smell of turkey became stronger than ever before and you swore you could feel its heat as the man set it down on the table. He lit what you could only assume were candles before approaching you. You visibly shook as he gently removed the blindfold.

Blinking furiously to adjust to the light, your pupils contracted at the heavy light, causing you to shut them closed and throw your head down away from the obtrusive shine. A large hand came above you to pet the top of your head. He kneeled down on one knee, grasping your arm, which was still bound to the chair’s, and gently massaged the skin. He almost didn’t seem real, the light making him look like an angel. Then he looked back up at you, sky blue eyes piercing your own (e/c) ones. Any thoughts of a divine existence were quickly washed away as you stared deep into the possessive pools that were his oculus. The man smiled at you, wiping away a tear you hadn’t realized had fell. He licked the thumb that had made contact with the salted droplet, never breaking eye contact with you.

He abruptly stood up, shifting his attention over to the extravagant feast on the table. He quickly piled on his own plate, seemingly stacking it sky high, before coming back over to your side and collected your piece of dishware. Moving around the table, he began to fill your own plate, though not nearly as large as his own. He placed it back down next its proper napkin, an orange maple leaf.

The man began to slice apart his pieces of turkey, clearly satisfied with how it had come out. It didn’t take him long to begin gobbling down his food like a hungry soldier on the battlefield. He talked while chewing once or twice in a way that would have made a proper British noble scoff in disgust. Though he quickly quit after he realized that he was eating like such. A look fell across his face that made you think that he might have been told off for a bad habit like that. From then on he ate properly, carefully using his utensils and always chewing with his mouth closed.

From the moment he had brought the turkey in, you had felt your mouth water. You hadn’t eaten anything all day and the food laying out before you felt torturous. You didn’t make a sound however, trying to conserve all of your energy into not bursting into another round of tears. Your stomach on the other hand, had no such qualms, and loudly made its presence known.

The blonde looked over at you, to your uneaten plate of food, and then back to you. He was about to ask why you hadn’t started eating before he realized the obvious. Gulping down the last of his diet soda, of which he had put into a glass with ice to look slightly nicer, he made his way past the table and back over to you.

All you could do was sit there, cursing your stomach and every decision that led you to this horrible fate. Standing at far over six feet, he easily towered over you, causing the shaking from earlier to come back tenfold. You must have looked like a frightened little lamb to the big bad wolf. He cupped your face in his hands, rough from years of war. By now you had begun hyperventilating, shoulders moving up and down in desperate disharmony. You tried to suck as much air as possible in but the gag in your mouth stopped most of the air flow. He reached his right hand farther up your face and you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to pretend you were any place but here. Any images of tropical vacation were vanquished after he softly removed the fabric. It was soaked with hours worth of saliva and he threw it off to the side on the table.

Properly swallowing for the first time in hours, your lips finally closed. You still shook but had noticeably calmed down as he focused on your lips.

“A-Alfred.” You finally whispered. “W-Why? I don’t u-understand.”

Tears still occasionally fell down and you desperately wanted to hide your face from him with your hands, but couldn’t because of your binds. You desperately searched his eyes for some clue, a hint, anything. But there was nothing there but pure, unbridled, adoration. His face melted into a content smile and he dove in to kiss you with no prior warning.

His lips melded against yours and he furiously attacked them until you opened. The man pressed you farther against the chair, using both of his hands to keep your head in place. His tongue swirled around your mouth, traversing every cavity and frantically tried to keep your own in this cursed dance. He finally parted from you, a string of saliva connecting you until it finally snapped.

Even more tears had begun to form, all threatening to fall at the slightest motion or whisper. Alfred brushed his thumb over your soaked eyelash, clearing your vision in that eye for just a moment.

“Does that answer your question?” He placed his head in the crook of your neck, taking in the smell. “I just love you that much.”

Suddenly reminded as to why he had come over to the other side of the table, Alfred quickly pulled out an empty chair and sat next to you. He unwound the napkin and the utensils, placing all of them in the correct positionings like he had been taught to do. He then pulled the plate towards the edge of the table, carefully stabbing a piece of turkey he had cut apart with a fork.

“Say aww!” He urged, but you knew it was more of a command.

You opened your mouth, feeling completely demeaned by the nature of the situation. He couldn’t even let you use your own hands. Your chewing was slow as your mouth still hurt from the gag. Alfred didn’t seem to mind as he just fed you another piece, repeating the cycle a few more times. Finally it seemed like he had finally gotten enough out of you and stopped, only to be repeated with a different food instead. As you were chewing, he spoke adoringly to you.

“I love you (Y/n).” He said as he continued to dote on you. “Happy Thanksgiving.”

#yandere x reader #yandere hetalia #yandere hetalia x reader #hetalia x reader #tw yandere #yandere america #yandere america x reader #alfred f jones #yandere x you #yandere america x you

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Amor Y Abogados

I don’t normally post things to this site because I use it more for reading than anything else, but this is just a chapter from my book on quotev that I wrote a special for because I felt like it, I guess. There is bad spelling and grammar in here that I’m too lazy to fix. Not too much, but you know. Also there is normally spaces between this but I don’t feel like figuring out how to do that here soooo. Whatever. Aether and Lumine are not romantically involved as that’s gross.

Yandere Aether x f.reader x Yandere Lumine (Now as lawyers yay)

Actual Book: https://www.quotev.com/story/14446683/Bitter-Frost-Yandere-Aether-x-reader-x-Yandere-Lumine

TW: Yandereness/Toxic Relationships | Threats (not to (y/n)) | Kidnapping | Gayness? I don’t. I don’t think that needs a tw. Anyways

And without further ado here we go.

(Y/n)'s heels clicked as she strode into the coffee shop. She came there every morning for and order of (flavor) tea and a fresh (pastry). She worked at a very prestigious law firm, called the Fatui. She had been recently placed down in this precinct of the city to help another co-worker out and to make sure everything was running smoothly.

As she walked up to the counter she passed by a woman in business clothes, with a coffee that had seemed to have gone cold, and piles of paperwork.

The woman had a head of soft blonde hair and (y/n) was relatively familiar with her through Childe, the co-worker she had come to oversee. She was pretty sure that her name was Lumine if she remembered correctly.

(Y/n) grabbed the items off the counter that she had ordered and turned back to see a completely full shop. 'It's normally busy, but not this busy.' She thought, sighing to herself. She was about to head out and just eat her spoils in her office, but was stopped by said woman, who waved her hand and gave a small smile.

(Y/n) walked over to the blonde and sat down after she had motioned to the empty seat on the other side of her. She sipped her tea as Lumine gave her a warm smile and pushed her work out of the way in favor of talking with the other woman.

Lumine was a public defender. Apparently had the credits to be much higher and in much better standing, but refused to because of some kind of falling out with her brother.

"Yeah, I passed the bar about 5 years ago, but I only recently started officially practicing law. My brother offered me a place but..." She paused. "We've been kind of estranged ever since that time."

(Y/n) hummed, sipping her drink and taking in its flavor. She stared off into space, also known as Lumine's eyes, leaving the blonde very flustered. They sat there for a minute, one completely unaware of their actions, the other clinging on for dear life.

'Oh my archon! Oh my archon! Oh my archo-' Lumine internally freaked out to herself, heavily flustered by (y/n)'s actions.

Said woman broke eye contact in favor of yawning and rubbing her eye. This took pressure off the other girl sitting there and she released a sigh of relief.

(Y/n) composed herself and cleaned up any remains of her meal. She gracefully slid out of the seat and picked up her trash, set on making it to the trash can.

"I must be off." She told Lumine. "Thank you for the conversation and the seat." She then walked over to the trash can while Lumine was still processing the situation. "Say..." She started. "What was your drink?"

"Uh. Coffee. 2 shots of espresso, steamed milk, a pinch of sugar, and cream... Wait, why?"

"No reason. Just wanted to know for future reference." She gave a small amused smile. "See you around."

"Uh-huh.." Lumine said, a little bit dazed in her words.

It wasn't too long before (y/n) met the other half of the pair. Aether was similar yet different to his sister. He was nice, but he definitely was fed up with having to deal with people's bullshit.

The two met when crossing paths in the same court house. (Y/n) didn't often go to trial but this was one of the days she was summoned in as a replacement for Childe, who at the time, was busy with a family emergency. But then again, archon knows what he considers a "family emergency".

They had bumped into each other after leaving their respective court rooms. (Y/n)'s case had just took a break from mediation and she had gone out to get a breath of fresh air.

From there the two crossed paths in the hallways, both needing to use the elevator to get up to the higher level at the same time. (Y/n) stared at him from the corner of her eye, thinking he looked familiar. It wasn't until she walked out of the building that she realized who he was and his relation to the woman she had met earlier.

According to Lumine, Aether was the rising star of a large firm, called the Abyss Order. (Y/n) was somewhat familiar with the name, her mother, the main managing partner for the Fatui, had given her warning about them and their influence around certain parts of different cities. Their influence wasn't as bad in places like Liyue, but it was worse in others. Apparently they're very big in Mondstadt.

(Y/n) stretched in the afternoon sunlight. The mediation had taken much longer than expected and with how it was going she didn't think they were going to settle any time soon. She checked her watch, there was a little less than thirty minutes before she would have to head back inside for the rest of the torturous meeting.

There was a reason (y/n) preferred the individual work to actually being in court rooms. She actually couldn't remember the last time she had to go up and present a case.

(Y/n) found a bench close to the courthouse and sat down. She took out her phone and began checking her emails. As she began to respond to one from Yanfei, a very respectable lawyer from a different firm, a person came up behind her.

He sat down beside her and politely waited for the girl to finish writing the email. (Y/n) finished and looked up at the man as she put her phone away. He was that blonde boy she has seen earlier in the elevator. He was wearing a carefully ironed suit, though it looked as if it had gone under a little strain from movement. The man himself had blonde hair tied in a braid that fell down his back and was partially thrown over his shoulder. She noted that his hair was slightly darker and pinker than Lumine's, and was slightly less well kept.

"Can I help you?" She asked, giving him a quizzical stare.

"No. Not really." Aether answered back. "It's just that I've started to see you around a lot and I don't recognize you." He gave her a small smile. "Just wanted to have a formal introduction."

"Well then-" She put her hand out. "I'm (Y/n), of the Fatui."

Aether shook her hand. "Aether, of Abyss Order."

(Y/n) and Lumine continued to meet throughout the next couple of weeks. They would share stories, helpful tips, and trade secrets. While all of this had been going on, Aether stood in the background planning his next move.

"(Y/n)!" Lumine exclaimed, being the one to come in later that day. "It's nice to see you again."

"Likewise." She gently pushed an order of coffee towards the blonde. "Here."

Lumine took a sip, relishing in the taste. "It's exactly as I like it." She smiled. "Thanks."

"De nada."

"What?"

"No problem."

Lumine rubbed her neck bashfully and looked away, embarrassed to make eye contact.

"I-uh-"

(Y/n)'s phone dinged and both of the girls turned their attention towards the device. (Y/n) turned on her phone and read the message.

"I'm really sorry." She stood up abruptly. "I have to go. It's urgent."

Lumine just nodded in understanding. "Go ahead. Don't let me stop you."

(Y/n) thanked the girl and quickly gathered her stuff and strode out the door, leaving behind Lumine who held a small smile on her face. That smile however, did not reach her eyes, and soon fell, leaving behind a dejected look.

She sighed and looked towards the small package in her purse. The small gift box itself held two tickets to the movie that (y/n) had mentioned wanting to see, and a bit of her favorite snack as well.

She thumped her head down onto the table in slight moodiness, sad and annoyed that her attempt to get the other woman on a date with her had failed again. Her wallowing was ended by another of her close friends who worked at the coffee shop she often attended.

"Lumine? You good?" The brunette called out. After hearing no response she left her position behind the counter and poked at the woman.

"Go away Amber." She said, turning her head away from the girl.

Amber, in turn, huffed at her and called for backup. Backup soon came in the form of Eula, who was not working there, but was present in the support of Amber.

"Is something wrong?" She asked, walking over to the two.

"Yeah. Lumine failed again."

Lumine groaned in response to this and attempted to wave the two off.

"What would (y/n) say if she saw this?" Eula asked, trying to get a response out of her.

"Yeah! What would she say!"

"She would say, "Wow Lumine look how sad and pathetic you are and I would never want to date you."" She grumbled out.

The two standing women shared a look and the more empathetic of two spoke up.

"No. She'd say "Come on Lumine! Stop wallowing and let's go on that date!"" Amber exclaimed, ribbons perking up to look like bunny ears.

Lumine turned her head to face them and slightly opened one golden eye. "That sounds nothing like her."

"Oh well what do you want me to do then!"

"I just don't get how effortlessly easy you two's relationship is."

Eula took the reins. "It's not." Lumine pulled her head up slightly. "Relationships aren't always easy. They take a lot of work from both sides." Lumine looked down.

"But. The effort put in, if you find the right person. Should be given back, and there are so many other things that you also get from relationships too."

Amber chimed in. "At the end of the day you want a companion right? Someone to talk to and all that jazz." She jabbed Eula playfully. "Just remember that you’re not the only person in this city looking for the same thing. So it's better to make your move sooner rather than later."

Amber glanced at the clock before freaking out. "Shoot!" She exclaimed. "I have to get back to work!" Eula returned to her seat to continue working on her laptop. "Keep what I said in mind okay!"

Lumine nodded, feeling slightly better about the situation. She thought about Amber's words though as she left, and the more she looked around the city, the more she really took them in.

'There are so many people.' She thought. 'And a lot of them are looking for the same thing.' She pressed the crosswalk button. 'I was so worried about my own feelings and confession that I never thought about everyone else.' She began her walk. 'I'll- Have to keep that in mind.'

It had been a couple of days since the girls' last meeting. Lumine had been busy with her cases that just seemed to keep piling up. In that time Aether had swooped in to fill the time slot originally held by Lumine in (y/n)'s day.

It just so happened that (y/n) needed to go into his office building that day to take a look over paperwork and a couple of other things. Of course Aether was aware of this and was absolutely sure that he was prepared to make his move.

He had it all planned out. They'd bump into each other on "accident" and Aether would offer to help and show her around. From there they'd talk, find more common ground, he made sure he knew her interests. That information wasn't really gained legally but he knew the inner workings of the law anyways. He was sure he'd find a loophole if it came to that.

Then he'd invite her to dinner, a welcome to the city kind-of sort. She wouldn't turn it down in fear of being rude and ruining company relationships. They'd talk some more, and by the end of the night he was sure she'd see him as at least an option for a romantic partner. It wasn't foolproof but (y/n) was so smart that he could only manage to do some much without her catching on to the not-so nice parts of the company's business.

Unfortunately for Aether, there was one truly fatal part in his plan he had been too excited to even consider. The fact that she didn't show up.

Now (y/n) definitely meant too, she wasn't planning on missing it. But an issue had come up and she had ended up breaking her right leg. She was now in a cast and took it as an excuse to not have to go in person to things. She instead sent some intern to do it.

So while (y/n) worked from home on a friendly call with Lumine. Aether was stuck leading around a very clumsy intern, who kept breaking things.

1 for Lumine, 0 for Aether.

Aether wasn't the only one getting his plans foiled. Lumine had some issues too.

Lumine had decided. She loved (y/n). She really did! And it wasn't like she was stupid. Just. Really oblivious!

She had taken Amber's advice of just trying to make a move and it was going horribly. For whatever reason, (y/n) was completely oblivious to any and all flirting attempts!

'I mean-' Lumine thought. '-she said she was not raised around many other children or people in general. But how can one person have so little experience or even an idea of how romance works!'

Lumine had even resorted to bad pick up lines to try to get her to take a hint but no dice. Here is a compilation of what happens every time she tries.

P.S. Lumine goes from very nervously saying to basically giving up.

Lumine: A-are you a triangle? B-because you a-acute!'

(Y/n): blinks at her Thank you? You'd be a- hmm. An isosceles. :)

Lumine: ... D,:

Lumine: Is it hot i-in here or is it just you?

(Y/n): Actually I run much below the average human temperature. So no, it is not me.

Lumine: I've seem to have lost my phone number. Can I have yours?

(Y/n): Silently takes her phone and puts in her number. I would suggest trying to find that number. You'll need it for work

Lumine: I hope you know CPR, because you are taking my breath away!

(Y/n): Are you alright?! Do you need to go to a hospital?!

Lumine: Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, I smile.

(Y/n): ... :)

Lumine: PROGRESS!!

Lumine: I'm really glad I just bought life insurance, because when I saw you, my heart stopped.

(Y/n): Lumine! Again. DO. YOU. NEED. TO. GO. TO. THE. HOSPITAL!!??

Lumine: If you were a vegetable, you would be a cute-cumber!

(Y/n): And you'd be a potato.

Lumine: A sweet potato? ◕‿‿◕

(Y/n): No just a potato.

Lumine: (ಥ﹏ಥ)

1 for Lumine, 1 for Aether

'Are you an orphanage? Because I want to give you k-. If you were a transformer you’d be Optimus fine?! Is your name Ariel? Because we Mermaid for each other... WHAT ARE THESE?!' Lumine thought as she read through the list of pick up lines her friends had given her.

She eventually just gave up and thought it was a better idea to just say it out right. It didn't go very well.

It was sunset in Lisha Park, the wind was blowing softly as the city started to quiet down. Lumine had asked (y/n) to meet her there at 7:00. She had bought movie tickets for a show that started in about two hours. She had dinner reservations and everything.

And so the scene was set, it was peaceful, and as (y/n) approached the bench Lumine had been sitting on she could feel her heartbeat speed up. She gulped as she sat down and looked nervously at the other woman.

Sighing, Lumine passed the small gift-wrapped box to (y/n) and as she began to open it, started speaking.

"(Y/n). I have something to tell you. Something that I've wanted to say for a long time, but until I've never had the courage I needed." She paused to look at the woman, the curious look in her eyes and how they made her feel, gave her the strength to continue. "(Y/n)." She said seriously. "I love you... A lot. And I'm really hoping you feel the same way."

The two stared into each other's eyes for a while before one of them spoke. "I-."

(Y/n) was at an impasse. She knew she was oblivious, but she wasn't that oblivious. She knew what Lumine was trying to do, and had an inkling of an idea about Aether. There was a serious issue though. She wasn't in love with either of them. They were good friends/co-workers but beyond that she didn't feel that way for either of them.

So when Aether volunteered to help and show her around his office building, she already knew about the dinner plans he had made that night. She wasn't sure how to nicely tell him no gracias. She wasn't trained or prepared for the world of love. Luckily she had ended up breaking her leg, which gave her an excuse to opt out of having to talk to him. This is why she didn't like dealing with people!

Lumine was a whole other story though. She was definitely close with the blonde, but nothing like that. So when Lumine had tried her hand at the dating game, she just had to avoid it. It actually took her an embarrassingly long amount of time and bad pickup lines to realize she was flirting with her. At first she really didn't have a clue. Now she's just purposely avoiding the meanings.

So when Lumine said those fateful words, the only thing (y/n)'s panicking mind could come up with was. "I-. L-ike the letter U too. That's nice I suppose."

Lumine looked destroyed. (Y/n) felt bad, but would rather continue to avoid her problems then apologize or reject the woman.

She didn't give up though. Lumine just shook off what she thought was an accidental rejection and still offered the movie tickets to her. Now (y/n) did really want to see this show so she went along with it anyways. Didn't want to waste Lumine's money.

The two ate at Liyue Pavilion, which (y/n) insisted on paying for, and then went to see the movie. After it was over Lumine offered to drive (y/n) back but she said it was fine and that the apartment complex she was staying in wasn't too far from there.

"You sure you don't want me to drive you?" Lumine asked. "It's no sweat off my back."

"Yes." She responded back. "I'll be fine. I know martial arts."

And with that, Lumine was off, fangirling about her date that almost went to hell. Another person had severely wished that had happened though, and was not very happy about his attempt going south.

As (y/n) walked down the street she could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand up on edge. Someone was watching her.

She quickly turned her head side to side watching for anything. A shadow, a falling rock, anything. But she couldn't seem to find what was making her so on edge. (Y/n) stopped her head turning in favor of swiftly speed-walking down the dark street. She wasn't too worried but still wished to avoid confrontation if she could.

As she turned the corner she was pulled into a dark alleyway. She tried to struggle and kick her way out of there but to no avail, there were too many of them. Suddenly she felt her head ache and could hear ringing in her ears. Right before she went down she heard the people say something.

"Nice going dude. The boss said not to hurt her!"

"Chill. We can just say it came from her trying to esca-"

It went black.

| Time: 2 weeks ago |

Lumine walked into the familiar coffee shop and was greeted by the smell of coffee and the little jingle of the bell. She went up to the register and ordered. She then paid, collected her coffee and a small croissant. Sitting down at the same booth as always, she opened her laptop and got to work.

About thirty minutes later someone else new walked into the coffee shop. Amber noticed this and gave them a warm welcome. They ordered and stood around waiting for their food. Lumine didn't pay attention to the new person and just continued on with her day. That was until.

"A coffee with 2 shots of espresso, steamed milk, and a teaspoon of sugar and cream! For uh, a Mr. Aether!"

And with that Lumine's head shot up, only to be met with Aether's face as he sat down. The two drank their coffee in silence before Lumine broke it with a teasing remark.

"You still order your coffee at the kid's temperature Aether?"

He glared at her and rolled his eyes at her comment. "You're just mad that I can drink mine right away while you have to wait the entire day to drink yours." He jeered.

The two continued their glaring for a little while until Aether broke the silence instead. "I need to talk to you Lumine and I'll make it short and simple. Stay. Away. From (Y/n)."

Lumine was surprised at her brother being so outright but told him off anyways. "And? Why should I? Were much closer than you. If anything you should be the one staying away."

"Lumine." He said, voice bitter. "I won't ask again. I won't do anything to you, you're my sister. But your little friends over there." He glanced at Amber manning the counter. "I'd have no hesitation."

Lumine spoke with poorly concealed rage in her voice. "You wouldn't dare. I have stuff on you that would create a rather poor public image of you and your company." She spat out.

"Sorry to bother you." A voice spoke out. The twins' atmosphere completely changed to one that was warm and friendly.

"Yes?" They said in sync.

"I was just wondering if you were done with that plate. So I could take it back."

"Oh." Lumine said. "Actually, is it possible to bother you for a chocolate croissant? Or do you need me to go up to the counter?"

"Oh no. I can do the transaction here if you want. Would you like me to do that?"

"Uh. Yes please! Thank you."

She hummed and walked away with the plate as the twins turned back to each other.

"Wow. Way to go at being an inconvenience." He poked, smirking at her.

"Oh come on. Look at that line. I wasn't going to go stand in it for another 30 minutes or something. Besides, it's supposed to be the express line, for like small orders. People just don't read signs."

The two snickered at that before the atmosphere went dark again.

"You wouldn't really do that to your brother would you?" He mocked. "Because that would really break my heart, you know."

"Then stay out of my way." Lumine glowered. Huffing slightly.

"How about you stay out of mine." Aether fumed. "Otherwise I have the resources to follow thro-"

"I'm back!" She said, startling the twins. "Oh I'm sorry did I interrupt something? Stupid stupid stupid." She lightly smacked her forehead along with her words.

"No, it's fine." Aether said, smiling at her.

"Oh alright. Here you go!" She returned the smile and placed down the croissant. Lumine dug some cash out of her purse and handed it to the lady.

"You can keep the change."

"Thank you! Have a good day!"

"You too."

Lumine turned back to face Aether but he was already gone. She grumbled and returned to her work.

When (y/n) awoke it was in a new location. She was on what seemed to be a bed but had a hard time focusing on her surroundings because of the ringing in her ears. She sat up and massaged her head, finding a sore spot in the back.

Suddenly the door across from the bed opened, artificial light spilling into the room. (Y/n) squinted and cringed slightly from the sudden brightness and watched with blurry eyes as a shadow walked into the room. A shadow with a braid.

The figure sat on the bed next to where (y/n) lay and rubbed the back of her head where the sore spot was. As (y/n)'s vision finally cleared she could make out who it was. It was Aether.

"A-Aether?" She croaked out, still dizzy from the injury. "W-what. What am I doing here?" She shook her head in an attempt to clear it, but only made the pain worse. She grimaced and Aether went to grab something.

"Here." He gave her a small cup filled with liquid. "It'll help with the pain."

(Y/n) drank it and looked around, the lamp Aether had turned on illuminating the dark room. There wasn't much in there. Just a bed, two bedside tables, a lamp, and a desk and chair. The other side of the room had a single large dresser. That was it.

"Aether." She called for the attention of the blonde. "What is going on?" She asked, more serious in tone.

"Nothing you need to worry about dear."

'Dear? When did we get on those terms? What is going on?' She thought, mind racing. She looked around for a way out but the only plausible way was through the door. There was no window in the room and she couldn't see what was through the other door but she guessed it was a bathroom.

"I know this is going to be a bit of an adjustment." He said, locking away something in one of the desk drawers . "But I know we'll make it through. We will be moving in a bit, so don't worry, this is just temporary." He said reassuringly and smiled.

By now (y/n) had a pretty good idea of what was going on, but was still confused about why, so she asked.

"Aether." He came back over and sat on the bed again.

"Yes." He said lovingly.

(Y/n) cringed on the inside when he said that. "Why am I here? Is it political? Is it money? Is it case related? Do you not like me hanging out with your sister?" She was about to continue when Aether put his index finger to her lips and answered.

"Yes and no. It's not political and it has nothing to do with money or a case. I do mind you hanging around my sister but for a reason much different then you probably think." He smiled. "The reason your here is because I love you."

(Y/n) clenched up at his words. This was not what she was expecting.

"And don't you worry about a thing. I'll take care of it all." he removed his hand in favor of rubbing (y/n)'s head with adoration. As he looked at her with lovesick eyes, she realized that she had to get out of there and out of there quickly. Aether lovingly sighed as he continued, before being interrupted by someone bursting into the room.

Aether glared at the man as he spoke. "Sir! Someone is here to see you!"

"Tell them I'm busy." He rolled his eyes as he spoke.

"Sir. It's. It's your sister."

Aether stooped his motions and sighed. Standing up, he walked out towards the door but before he closed it, he turned back and said. "I'll be back soon, so don't try anything funny." He then gave her another adoring smile and then closed the door. (Y/n) could hear multiple locks and latches as they were closed.

As soon as she was sure that he was gone, (y/n) sprung up from where she was sitting and began scouring the room for an exit. There were no windows, in either the main room or the room that she was right about being a bathroom. She definitely couldn't brute her way out of here, and her leg wasn't fully healed.

She was about to make another round before seeing something reflect in the bathroom mirror. It was a vent. It was under the bed. But it was far too small for any human to fit it. Her hope was quickly dashed, but then she remembered something. Aether had locked something in the desk drawer, so maybe there might be something else in there that could help her.

(Y/n) was about to attempt to pry it open when she heard two loud voices arguing as they came towards the room she was in. The closer they got, the easier it was for (y/n) to recognize them. It was Aether and Lumine.

Now (y/n) could have called out for Lumine, but honestly the twins were so alike that she didn't want to take any chances. So as the two approached closer and closer towards the door that led to her freedom, she lay in wait.

Lumine rushed forward as Aether tried to stop her. As they fought, Lumine would rush over, undo a lock or two and then get pulled back into the struggling match.

As soon as the last lock was unlocked (y/n) knew and she began to creep forward towards the door. When she heard them coming towards it again, she threw open the door so the two tumbled inside.

She raced out the door and closed it, locking every latch, lock, and deadbolt behind her. Then she ran.

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