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justjstuff · 4 years

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safe from the rain

Answering a prompt for little_bean over on AO3

Summary: Just like that, she had crawled her way inside his hollowed heart and made a home for herself there.

Pairing: Hatake Kakashi/Haruno Sakura

Rating: T

Warnings: N/A

Kakashi panted as he leaped from one tree branch to the next.

The rain fell heavily around him, the thick foliage of the tree tops were barely of any help in protecting them from the storm. His ninken ran silently around him with Sakura to his left.

He motioned for his pack to stop. Because, really, Sakura had become part of his pack about a year ago when they started taking more and more missions with each other. He could pick up her scent from afar, even though a lot of it permeated everywhere he went. It was all over his apartment and he could swear he could smell her on himself most days.

His vision was impaired by the storm but the small whimpering form that rested between his chest and breastplate made him push through it all.

They had been assigned yet another assassination mission. ANBU, unranked, this time in the border between the Land of Fire and Rain.

Sakura and him made a good team. Truly, their success rates were off charts and they barely had any complications during these types of missions. About three days ago, he managed to catch the scent of their prey and summoned his ninken to help them track the man.

He could smell a storm coming and knew he would need their help to fight against time.

And now there they were, in the middle of said storm, trying to find the secret ANBU outpost he just knew was nearby with the small form of Pakkun shaking in his arms.

They had managed to find the guy easily enough but he hit the first partner he ever had with a nasty jutsu that sent the tiny dog bursting through a tree. If Kakashi killed the guy with a particularly brutal chidori to the chest, no one could blame him.

“Kakashi!” Sakura called to his left and he turned towards her. She was pointing towards a small cottage, hidden between a copse of trees.

He moved to follow her as she entered the abandoned little house, his dogs piling inside the place.

It wasn’t fancy by any means, just a lumpy looking bed in the corner, a kitchen without a fridge and a small chest. They would have had a lot more comfort in the ANBU outpost, maybe they could even have been lucky enough that someone would’ve been making hot stew and they could have a change of clothes.

But nothing mattered because they couldn’t keep going through the storm and Pakkun needed medical attention immediately.

“Put him on the bed,” Sakura said, already reaching for her medical pouch. “The rest of you try to find something to start a fire.”

Kakashi moved before she was even finished speaking. Despite his experience in the field being higher than hers, Sakura had saved his sorry ass enough times that he learned to listen to her commands. They switched positions of leader flawlessly throughout their missions and that worked just fine with him.

He put Pakkun on the bed, careful not to jostle his tiny form.

“Hey, stay awake, buddy,” Kakashi said.

Sakura pushed him gently away and indicated with her chin towards where the ninken were rummaging around the kitchen. He got the hint.

Kakashi went to help his pack and quieted Bisuke when the young dog barked excitedly at finding a stack of firewood stashed inside the rustic oven. Bingo. It only took a quick katon for the wood to begin to burn steadily.

The dogs whimpered and cried quietly as they shook the water off themselves. They had to be as worried as he was about their leader. With an anxious look towards the bed, Kakashi moved around the cabin, trying to make himself useful.

He found that the chest held a big blanket and a change of clothes for the man who probably used the place as a hunting cabin. Dark green sweatpants and a sweater.

“T-There you go,” Sakura said. “You j-just rest tonight, Pakkun.”

Kakashi went to them without even remembering telling his body to do so. Pakkun had bandages wrapped around his pudgy little belly but seemed fine otherwise. Kakashi went to pet him but found his hand suddenly pierced by several tiny teeth.

He grunted. What the fuck.

“Sakura-chan is shaking from the cold, you fool!” His own dog, his loyal partner chastised him. “Get her warm!”

Kakashi stared at him in disbelief. The nerve of him. He narrowed his eyes at him and crossed his arms.

Okay, he maybe should have seen this coming. Sakura and the pack had gotten pretty close to each other. It all started with a mission that had gone terribly wrong because she hadn’t been coordinated enough with the dogs. The next week, they sort of started a tradition to train with the pack whenever they were both in the village and the bond between them grew exponentially. Sometimes the dogs even chose to cuddle up to her first!

Sakura giggled and he cut his narrowed gaze towards her before quickly averting it to the floor.

She was taking off her clothes.

For a second, his whole body seemed to short-circuit. It wasn’t like he’d never seen her naked before, their missions together were plenty and they had seen each other in various states of undress. It was just the physical act of her sliding out of the tight ANBU uniform was so sensual in its simplicity.

Kakashi cleared his throat.

“You better get out of those clothes too.” Sakura’s voice reached him even as he continued to glare at the floor. “It’s way too cold to be wet.”

Kakashi coughed. Well, that double entendre just wasn’t fair.

Over the last year they had gotten so much closer that nowadays Kakashi was fucking confused on where they stood.

Sakura was the first person he went to after a mission, the one who stayed with him in his dark apartment when he was having one of his bad days. After the war, she’d been the only one to fully understand all that he’d been through and the one person he could open up to.

She was his best friend, to put it simply.

Only it wasn’t simple at all because once she had laid on his back as he did pushups, the boys bickering in the background. He had taught her how to tree walk and dried her tears when her first love had left the village. He had watched her grow into a beautiful, independent woman and he didn’t know why he didn’t feel guiltier for wanting her so badly.

Some of the pack rushed past him to join Pakkun on the bed and he shook himself out of his reveries. With a tired sigh he took off his outer layers. It was only years of carefully honed reflexes that kept him from getting hit on the face by the sweatpants Sakura threw at him.

“Thanks,” he said dryly and turned to look at her.

She was wearing only the dark green sweater and nothing else. Kakashi chanced a quick glance around the cabin and saw her clothes sprawled on the floor in front of the oven. Including her underwear.

Dear Gods, he wondered, why do you hate me so.

Sakura turned towards the bed and ordered all the dogs to the floor and Kakashi used this opportunity to turn around and discard his clothes next to hers. He put on the pants noticing that they were tighter than what he normally wore but ultimately glad that they wouldn’t have to be naked. He didn’t think he could handle that.

At the last minute, he decided to keep his undershirt on.

Sakura had already seen him without his mask but that didn’t mean that he took it off every time they were alone. He also thought it would be a good idea to keep that extra barrier tonight. He had no doubts that they would be sharing the bed tonight to conserve body heat.

Kakashi fought a resigned sigh.

“If you think you’re keeping that shirt on, Hatake,” Sakura said, “better think again.”

Kakashi turned towards her, eyes narrowed. She stood with a familiar stubborn set to her chin, hands on her hips and wet hair clinging to her neck. He couldn’t refuse her.

He took off his last piece of wet clothing and let it fall to the floor. The charming blush on her cheeks didn’t bring him any joy because he was sure his were as red and she could actually see it now.

They settled on the bed with Pakkun on the outer edge, Kakashi to the cold cabin wall and Sakura safely sandwiched between them. The blanket was heavy and wrapped them in their combined heat and it was enough to send a shudder of pleasure down his spine.

He wasn’t particularly happy, though.

He wasn’t satisfied because Sakura had her back towards him, her arm wrapped securely around Pakkun’s tiny form and not a single inch of her touching him.

Kakashi frowned in the semi-darkness and listened to the crackling fire. Sakura whispered goodnight and he only grunted in return.

A few minutes passed before she sighed and he felt the mattress shift before her cold feet met his. It was a strangely intimate feeling, having her little feet pressed against his skin. The casual way she did it was enough that the next breath he took shuddered out of his chest.

It seemed like Sakura had been waiting for some sign from him because in the next second, her whole body was pressed against his. Once again all coherent thoughts left his head that night and the only thing that he could think was a very shocked, very confused, Fuck.

Sakura scooted further into him and his hand closed around her tiny waist before her hips could meet his.

“Sakura,” he grunted in warning, not really sure what he was warning her of, not even sure what was happening at all. In all of their flirty banters, they had never crossed this line and he wasn’t sure she even understood what it would mean for them. He certainly didn’t.

Sakura turned in his arms and maybe the fact that his hand didn’t move away from her said something. Her nose bumped against his neck and she slid one leg up until his knee was between hers.

Neither of them spoke for a few beats. The air around them seemed charged with something. It was electric in its intensity but at the same time so natural and real it took his breath away. His hand brought her closer to him without his consent.

It was like she had been waiting for that tiny bit of approval from him because suddenly she was surging forward, her lips meeting his chastely but demandingly. She knew what she wanted, it seemed, and was willing to take it.

Kakashi shuddered into the kiss.

His whole body seemed to melt into hers, nothing else mattered but her. Her scent on his nose, her warmth against him, her lips beneath his. She was intoxicating.

Sakura leaned her forehead against his, breaking the kiss with a soft sigh. Her warm hand brushed against his lips before settling on the nape of his neck, her fingers threading through the hair there.

“Don’t overthink this,” she whispered and he felt her words on his lips. “For now, just… please.”

He couldn’t deny her. Truth was, he didn’t want to ever let her go.

So Kakashi closed the distance between them, this time capturing her lips in a kiss that held more depth to it. He bit her lower lip and inhaled her gasp as his hand slid beneath her sweater without his consent, going up and pressing her further against him.

Kakashi kissed her deeply but gently, like this was his first kiss.

He sucked on her tongue and swallowed her moans and all he could think was why the fuck did they not do this before. It felt like every inch of her was made for him and he knew her taste would never leave his mouth. Just like that, it felt like she had crawled her way inside his hollowed heart and made a home for herself there.

“Sakura-chan,” Pakkun whimpered pitifully. “I’m cold…”

Kakashi and Sakura broke apart and the girl gave a little breathless laugh.

In their immersion on each other, they had taken the blanket away from the pug.

Sakura looked at him shyly, a look that completely contrasted to her personality, and Kakashi couldn’t fight a grin from stretching his lips. She huffed another happy laugh before pressing her own smile to his and turning around.

Kakashi couldn’t find it in himself to be angry at Pakkun for the interruption when she brought his hand to rest between her breasts. He fell asleep that night with the snores of his pack echoing around them, her heartbeat on his hand and his nose buried on her neck.

He wouldn’t overthink this, he decided, not even when they went back to the village. Nothing that felt so good could possibly be wrong and he just wished he could fall asleep like this for the rest of his life.

#kakasaku #kakasaku one-shot #one-shot #naruto fandom #naruto fanfic #my work #my works #hatake kakashi #haruno sakura #pakkun #anbu sakura #anbu kakashi #fluff #i hate that tumblr doesn't keep formating #kakashi is a cutie #sakura knows what she wants #prompt answered #prompts

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acefrogmonarch · 5 years

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HC pt. 2

Some of these might have been on the other HC but if it is, don't worry there's is a lot of new ones.

Take this as canon to my story. Season 3 in MLB. It didn't happen but I'll acknowledge some things and change a lot. Like a lot.

Them as vines!

The only time Tim has used bruces money was to buy a hoverboard to go around the house saying whatever they had for lunch or dinner. In the simplest form of that meal.

"We are having Chestnut bisque for dinner." Tim is the first one to know and he gets to his hoverboard and gets a ladle. "We got Soup!" His hand has a motion of scoping up some soup as he rides.

Damian recording as Todd drives, singing, and blasting white girl music.

Dick was going to surprise Damian by taking him out of school for the day, his phone was already in his hand because he didn’t tell him before. He spotted Damian, just in time to see him throw Jon against the lockers.

Tim has a set of keywords that activate the law and order sound. Any speaker around him is put up in the highest setting and blast it through the air.

Ace doesn’t let Tim touch anything Damian has. For one week Tim hasn’t touched the bat computer. He’ll never forgive Ace.

Ace accidentally biting bruce’s dick. It was the first dinner with Marinette and they all wanted to make a good impression. They were all eating dinner and Bruce, mid-bite just makes a noise.

Marinette looks over and he’s looking at Damian, who was also mid-bite. "Dog.” It’s all he says, its chaos after that.

The boys scramble to look under the table. After they do, they can’t stop laughing and Marinette doesn’t move from her spot.

Okay, I want to clear this up for my self, Marinette found out that Damian was robin on accident.

Marinette and Damian didn't interact at all but he has been seen outside of school waiting for somebody. Lila had this 'grand idea' to set them up together. Alya, the 'master' setup. Dragged a delirious Marinette to Chloe's hotel.

"Come on Mari, it's a sleepover!" Marinette couldn't handle this. Just before she had texted Adrien that she was going to Chloe's place for a "sleepover". But Mari didn't believe it. It was 2300 and her 'bedtime' they knew not to bother her. She already took her medicine and it was kicking in.

Alya opened the door and shoved Marinette in, stumbling back, she fell on her butt. Looking around she saw the bathroom light on, but immediately noticed how small it was to Chloe's usual room.

Stumbling to look at her she couldn't help but drag to the bathroom. Opening the sewing kit in there and sticking a needle in her inner thigh. She woke up and carried it around.

"What did you do this time Lila." Groaning as she got up, she limped out to the foyer in time to hear someone open the window.

Turning around She found Robin, mask in hand to be Damian. Damian, on the other hand, didn't understand how this could happen. He was supposed to be alone in his hotel room. Why was Marinette here? It doesn't matter gotta 'fix' this.

At first, Damian attacked her to keep her silent but once she attacked back, they were at a stalemate.

They kept up with each other for hours.

Marinette slipped into the night, leaving him as people knocked on his door. For months, they didn't speak, nor did they meet up as their alter-egos.

Mari actively went out of her way to ignore him. She was furious at him and Damian couldn't care less about her feelings, only mad that he couldn't threaten her to keep his identity secret.

It wasn't until Nightwing talked to Mari. It wasn't until Chat Noir went to fetch him for a bad fight with an Akuma. It wasn't until Ladybug had revealed to be Marinette.

"you know, with someone having a superpower of 'Luck'. You sure make a mess of yourself."

"Whatever. You know my secret and I know yours. Do what you will with it."

They get closer once everything was resolved. Damian got better at handling people, Mari went tougher on people. Slowly falling in love, over the years.

But that's a story for another time.

Before reveal maybe year 2 to 3 italics are in English or another language if it isn’t in English, I’ll clarify

How Chat Noir and Selena first met. “Did you steal my look?” Chat grabs his tail looking her over and he dramatically throws his tail in disgust. “No kitty cat, you stole mine.”

Selena doesn’t realize that she’s been on Marinette’s roof for months. But she does notice how the same ravenette helps kids and kittens in need and sneak some snacks if they look often enough. She’s okay in her book.

The first time Marinette and Selena meet, she was on her balcony caring for her plants. Spray bottle of water on her hand, she hears a heavy ‘thump’ on her roof. Calling out Marinette points her bottle as a gun, just in case. “Chat?”

Selena pokes her head through and sees this small little girl look at her. “This was supposed to be an easy job” Confused, Marinette tilts her head slightly. “What was easy?” Marinette barely began studying English, now she’s thankful that she’s taken the subject seriously.

Marinette was about to be mugged the second time they interact. Chat Noir had been on patrol while Catwoman was on her way to another job. “Hey, there little lady.”

That stopped Catwoman in her tracks. Looking over in the opening of the alley, low and behold, there’s Marinette. Clutching her purse for dear life. Perched on the building behind the mugger is Chat Noir.

They both jump at the same time, noticing each other as they nod in understanding. Before they reach the ground, Marinette already has the mugger on the floor, groaning in pain.

Yearly road trip!

At first, it was the fair or occasional Carnival just outside of town but once the boys grew in numbers and added their interest, they started to fight who’s turn it was yearly.

When Damian joined, it was Tim’s turn and like the year before they got ready to go to another cluster of conventions in L.A. for weeks

Jason would suggest Disney world but always go to Universal Studio for Harry Potter.

Dick goes to stupid places that are weird, like the “Worlds Biggest Yarnball!” Other than that he takes pictures of food in his mouth and post it on Instagram. One moment he’s in New York City with a rainbow Bagel. The next he’s in Canada eating Timbits.

Yes, that’s an actual food item in Canada. They look like doughnut holes but better.

Go soccer baseball! (It's kickball to you, Americans.)

Anyway back to HC.

Babs doesn’t go half the time, but she always down when it’s her turn and she goes all out. Babs mostly goes for the tech conventions but once Dick, Tim, and Steph saw drone racing in Dubai.

They always went to Dubai after that. Damian thinks the drones are mini helicopters and get fascinated by them. He’ll never admit it.

They bribe Lucas to make a custom Duck boat if Lucas gets to go one time. “Y’all are white rich kids, but take me some time.”

Babs decked it out with Video games on the bilge (lower layer of the boat) while where the girls stay on top of the fantail.

They take the road trip very seriously. And literally. They drive. Everywhere.

In the open water, Babs keeps a bucket of chum to throw in the water to attract sharks. The first time it happens dick and Jason ‘freak out’ and reenact Jaws. Tim gets annoyed very quickly, he just wants to play video games. Bruce always stayed in at the wheel.

He can't choose between the boys and girls so he stays there. Once Marinette joined she switches constantly but once she's tired, she stays with bruce to nap.

Steph would go to places outside of the US for Instagram worthy food. Like Dragons Beard in China and Jiggly Cheesecake in Japan.

Cass likes to visit quiet places. Like the renovated Opera house turned Library. No one argues as much on her trip, and they enjoy the peace and scenery. Templo Expiatorio del Santisimo Sacramento, Mexico has been on her list but she always spots something else.

Marinette wants to go to Milan, Italy for Fashion week but she doesn’t plan the trip, the rest of the batfam does. They get her to spill where she would go if she ever got the chance.

They also don't tell her until they show up at the Bakery doorsteps. Honking in a custom Duck Boat, there's Dick Grayson, hanging out of the side yelling “Get in loser we’re going shopping.”

"THE BoWlS MARI. THE BOWLS!!"

"I won't even attempt to try this much effort with anyone else, just marry me instead, Mari. Don't let me indulge to stand another second of insufferable humans." This is how Damian proposes.

Damian having a mild innocence.

Like not knowing what tampons or pads are used for, and asking Bruce about it. Bruce panics for a solid minute before answering. "I'll tell you later." He doesn't.

Jason and dick don't think it's true so they tease him. Dick tried to be subtle by saying Steph was on 'her time of the month.' Jason bulldozed through saying she was stocking up on tampons.

"What are tampons used for." They tell him it's to cover women's vagina. He'll never admit to them that he thought they were to cover battle wounds.

Damian is very weirded when he finds out that Dick or his father having sex with a stranger.

"You're not supposed to do that." Is his immediate thought.

"Dick, stop having sex with her if you don't plan on marrying her!"

Damian promptly leaves the room. "Where are you going little D?”

Stomping away, "To plan a wedding." He slams the door.

The first time Marinette tries to cuddle Damian, he freaks out.

"Woah, Angel, wait till marriage." Marinette just looks at him confused.

"What do you mean???? This is perfectly fine before marriage."

"Not in my culture!"

Jason and Dick weren't afraid of Marinette before. But ever since 'the Kitchen™" incident' they haven't walked in when she visits.

The Kitchen™ incident as followed.

Sleep-deprived Mari! & Tim! Mari still had ingredients out, she was making coffee cake for them since Tim asked for some "fre sh a voca do" for their desert.

M: Could you put the Ingredients away?

T: What dog? When did we get the dogs in here?

M: What?

T: Did you not say dog?

M: I thought you said you wanted to eat a dick.

T: What?! Mari I don't eat ass.

They were surrounding the island, both were crouched

M: You're not getting my milk.

Tim was moving his arms around and flipped over the island and grabbed the milk, he ran out with Mari following him.

M: No my MALK!!

Damian walked in much later to see where Mari was.

T: Do you know the muffin man?

D: The Muffin Man?

T: The Muffin man

Mari left to find Dami and heard that as she was coming in.

M: Shes married the muffin man.

Damian promptly forgot why he wanted to find her in the first place and leaves. Just silently going "wtf"

They would laugh so much they laid down on the floor, once the timer beeped, Marinette stumbled her way to the oven, accidentally stepping on Tim as well.

Why do they do that?! Both dick and Jason didn't wanna witness any more of this weirdness.

Every time, anybody in the bat fam is hurt, there is a speaker nearby with the CoD 1 zombie 'Game over' soundtrack. Ready to play. It's why common crooks stop hurting them because they can't escape the sound.

Tim did it on accident because he was sleep-deprived but he just kept the algorithm.

His usual response when attacks don't hurt him is. "Mothertrucker dude, that hurt like a buttcheek on a stick"

Jason and Tim mess with Penguin, once penguin caught on that they were only attacking at dusk. He started calling them Dusk Boys™.

"God damn dusk boys. Get off my lawn!"

Mariette witnesses it and coined the term, "Dusking it up." whenever someone was a little shit.

Damian got a kazoo one day, someone 'gave' it to him as they ran away. "It's a social experiment!" More like throwing it in his face. Once he got home he played it. Marinette was visiting for a while.

He showed her first and Tim was with her in the living room, eating cake. After he played it, they both went batshit crazy. Once they aren't sleep deprived, Damian 'serenades' Mari with the kazoo. It's during the next patrol and its right after they beat up another criminal.

She was very surprised and so was everybody else. 1 they are usually so profession about this and not announcing their presence or joking around. It's why she got so much done with him.

2 She kind of enjoyed it???

Marinette finds herself in Dick.

Since everyone went to the pair to vent or find advice. Marinette sees them struggling and slows down with them. Taking things from scratch, be it subjects they struggle with or talking about people.

Dick can relate because not everyone is willing to talk to others besides Dick. They share tips on how to help. Mari gets ideas on how to talk to others about self-love and dick gets advice that he is doing all he can and more.

Jason and Mari patrol together and spar together too often. Like when they both don’t want to hold back. Afterward, they get ice cream.

Mari never takes credit because she doesn't want to seem like a brat. But she also doesn't want to turn people down because she loves to help.

So she does her work, invites them in and hangs out with them and doesn't shut them out. She sets a group chat for people struggling in math and science. She also has a weekly get together for emotional support, "It doesn't matter what it is, just say it!" She invites Chloe one time and they have deep conversations about family issues and attitude issues.

Monthly shows.

Mari, Adrien, and Dick sing (ABBA) and dress up, they just call it a show. But once Mari does parkour and acrobatic moves they go on the tightrope.

She doesn't push dick and always uses the net, once dick explains why he didn't want to go in the first place. They take it slow. Explaining moves on the ground and different verbal signals to call out for a new movie or stop.

"I played you like the cheap Kazoo you are." Damian when he gets played by Mari in a game. It was Risk.

They are all instruments. Every single one of them. But their price is on a very wide range. It all depends on their mood.

Some are cooking supplies. "What a tool." No one in the mlb crew likes it.

#funnystuff #maribat #marinette dupain cheng #mari #damian x marinette #marinette x damian #shennanigans

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taezhu · 5 years

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soccer player!Johnny

johnny seo has a reputation around him which isn’t the best

its probably because he’s friends with Jaehyun and is a fan of posting pictures on instagram with almost 1k likes now

he’s a fuck boy, so everyone thinks

you’re stuck with that opinion when you get caught in a lecture with him and you unknowingly sit on his row

he’s minding his own business and doesn’t even notice you, but when you catch a glimpse of his face

oh my god that’s johnny?

he’s actually more attractive in real life than instagram

the fact he acts like he's nothing around everyone makes you think he’s even more of a fuck boy

I mean, he seems like he’s so used to having girls stare at him that he doesn’t notice

really he was trying to help lucas out with his coursework so was concentrated on that

anyway, he notices you when the lecturer gets a bit boring and he starts people watching

he realises you must be from one of the other classes that are joining his one today cause he thinks he would have remembered your face

Johnny isn’t that shy, he can be, but he knows he has to make an effort with people so he ignores it

and after waiting the twenty minutes for the class to end he finally approaches you with a smile on his face and hand out for you to shake

which you just awkwardly look at like.. what?

“hi, im Johnny. do you study history?”

he has a really nice voice, soft but firm etc

you tell him you don’t and his suspicions are confirmed, and you both end up walking out of the class together making small talk

well, you think it’s just small talk but you learn a lot about him

he’s a bit of an.. oversharer you guess, he tells you a lot

you’ve known him all of about ten minutes and he’s telling you that his friend he lives with has just got a girlfriend and they’re annoying

and that his friend also plays on the soccer team with him as striker

“oh, me? I'm the goalkeeper. Good at catching stuff rather than shooting them. uh.. yeah, that’s jaehyun’s job”

he’s actually so shy and awkward and you can tell

you live near to each other actually and you’re both done so you end up walking home together

and to your surprise he invites you to come into his for a while

for coffee, he says, but you think differently

somehow despite how awkward he is you still think of him in that fuck boy persona and convince yourself he’s gonna make a move on you

so you decline and just go home, exchanging your number instead when you feel bad for ditching him

apparently he didn’t want to be alone with jaehyun and his girlfriend, he tells you later

so you feel extra bad

and to make it up to him you say you’ll go to one of his games

since he’s never actually had someone outside his group of friends come to support him

again, he’s an oversharer and tells you literally anything that comes to his mind

and he texts you basically all the time so you’re his best friend now

that’s what Lucas says about it, though he thinks Johnny has a crush on you because he always smiles when he talks about you

and Johnny isn’t happy with that assumption

“we’ve only known each other for like two weeks, what is wrong with you?”

so you go to his home match a few weeks later

and gone is the majority of the fuck boy vibes you got from him, just until he walks out onto the pitch and is smirking left right and centre

he’s hot and he definitely knows it!

the boy is like a different person altogether on that pitch and it sucks, because you really liked the other side to him

he told you no one has come to watch him before but there’s a group of girls nearer to him chanting his surname

who are his fan club, Lucas tells you when he finds you in the stands and sits with you

the fan club that are loyal to johnny and make sure they come to every game in order to try and get his attention

Johnny has never been that interested though

Lucas says he barely even notices them in the corner

further emphasised when Johnny gives you a big smile and waves just before the game is about to start

he’s a good keeper actually, he’s the tallest one there so he literally stands out anyway

but he’s a lot better than the other keeper who can’t catch anything jaehyun puts towards him

anyway, Johnny comes and finds you and Lucas after the game happy that you’re getting along

and also really excited that you actually came

he’d be such a cutie when you tell him how good you thought he was and he’d have this blush all over his cheeks

he doesn't take compliments well especially when they’re from you

and Lucas is still convinced Johnny has a crush on you

which he doesn’t tell you, and instead tells their entire group of friends who needed some drama in their lives

so suddenly you’re being harassed, I mean spoken to, by all these guys who are interested in the first person Johnny has ever seemed to like

Lucas is bad but mark is worse, he literally texts you every day to ask if you’ve seen Johnny

but it’s Lucas that breaks it to you that Johnny likes you

to be fair to Johnny, he keeps it pretty secret around you. he treats you like he treats his friends and you would never have guessed anything

you and Johnny went to the library together the day before and that night Johnny wouldn’t shut up about you

and since jaehyun was doing the same thing about his girlfriend with Lucas, the boy snapped

he came and found you in the language building and he looked like he was ready to explode

“I can’t take it any more. all I hear is how much he loves you. just ask him out and stop this all”

“what do I mean? Johnny is basically in love with you and you wouldn’t have a clue!”

it takes you by surprise yes

mostly because what? he kept this a secret for this long?

but also it’s cute because that explains why he would get shy when he accidentally brushed your hand and then he would stare at you

oh.. thats what Lucas means

it was kind of obvious actually

so you find Johnny later that day and he’s tucked away in the computer lab since he’s doing some research

you kind of don't want to approach him about it but you also have to just say it

so you take the chair next to him and he complete ignores you and you realise he’s got his earphones in

It gives you a second to compose yourself and you come up with a whole speech to give to him

and you tap his shoulder, which surprises him, but the second he takes out his earbuds and asks if you’re okay

with that damn smile.. please let us live Johnny we are weak beings

you just say you like me

it’s really quiet

...

and he just sighs and looks down to the table

“I do, i’m sorry and I should have told you but I completely understand if you don’t want anything to come from it and I'll stop liking you and... I'm not making it better?”

rolling your eyes probably wasn’t the best idea

but you tell him that he doesn’t have to apologise for having feelings and he hums

“yeah but I have a crush on you... how stupid is that?”

“it’s stupid because it’s you and it’s wishful thinking because why would you.. like me?”

and it’s true, you’ve never really returned his feelings so you tell him straight

and he looks a little disappointed until you tell him that you want to go on a date with him

cause you treat me like I’m on your team and if that wasn’t the case I wouldn’t look at you like any of the others

that date: a success

Johnny goes all out and he shows up at your door with roses, a shirt on and a reservation at a really nice restaurant that you always saw cute couples in

and it’s the first time you’ve started to see Johnny as more than one of the bros

probably because when you go back to yours after he asks to kiss you

which makes butterflies fill you everywhere

and when he does kiss you it’s the best thing ever

he’s so soft and cute and sweet, and every date gets you closer to him

until after the fourth date, which is watching a movie at his by the way

he turns to you half way through and he is smiling absently until you meet his eyes and ask him whats on his mind

and that’s how he becomes your boyfriend ~

#johnny seo scenario #johnny scenarios #nctwriters #johnny scenario #johnny seo reaction #johnny reaction #nct scenarios #nct reaction #nct reactions #nct smut #Johnny smut #Johnny seo smut

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tara-the-quiet-bookworm-2016 · 6 years

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I always get what I want. A Yandere! Kamski x Reader fic.

Kamski's eyes blaze as he watches the two of you through the eyes of one of the patrol androids. He hates how you smile at Gavin, laugh at some idiotic joke he spouts. Hates how that brute reaches towards you the brush away a strand of hair out of your eyes. Seeming to relish the feel of your skin on his finger tips as his fingers linger on your cheek.

This angers him so much that his hand tightens around his whiskey glass. Hard enough that the glass finally shatters under the pressure, sending pieces of glass everywhere, including his hand. Blinking a few times he looks down at his bloody hand, at the shards embedded in there. Pain lancing through it as he tries to pull one of the shards out. This is all your fault. You going for that, that beast when he could give you the world. By now he's seeing red as one of the Chloe's rushes to his side and helps to fix up his hand. Uttering a few concerned words Chloe tries to ask him what's wrong. But he doesn't hear her words, his thoughts are still on you. He's not admitting defeat yet...(edited)He'll court you slowly. Sending you the most extravagant gift imaginable. Nothing too fancy, and nothing he knows you wouldn't like. But something that would get your interest. Feeling a smile creeping to his face he looks down at his newly bandaged hand. Looking to Chloe he tilts his head to the side. "I have a job for you." He tells the blonde android.

Time skip

It's another long, idiotic day for you at the precinct. Non-stop paperwork and reports that take up your time leaving you more than a little irritable. That is, until you see a small velvet box sitting on your desk. Blinking a few times you look around, wondering if someone mistook your desk for someone else's and left this there, unless...You turn your gaze to Gavin, eyebrow arched. He wouldn't...No, you just started your relationship with him and he stated he wasn't the type to do such a thing at shower you with gifts and such. Or was he? Placing the files down you pick up the box and open it. Revealing a beautiful sapphire necklace, you can't believe your eyes, someone must've left this here for someone else- Then you see it, the small note attached to the necklace, on it is your name, but without saying who it is from. Puzzled you look around, looking for whoever left this here, when you spot her, leaving the precinct a blonde woman. But, before you can catch up to her, she's gone, leaving you more puzzled.

"Something wrong, kid?" Gavin asks as he comes up behind you. His hand on your shoulder. Opening you mouth you start to tell him, but stop, What can he do? Hell, for all you know he was the one that bought it for you. Though where he got the money to buy you something like this was beyond you. So, tucking your hands behind your back, making sure that he didn't see the box you tell him it's nothing. Before standing on the tips of your toes and give him a gentle kiss on the lips before walking off.

This wasn't how he thought it'd go. Kamski ground his teeth together was he continues to watch you. He was expecting you to tell Gavin that you had an secret admirer. Just to see how he would react, that's what he wanted. Were you ashamed that you had an admirer? Or perhaps he had it wrong the necklace wasn't right for you. And to think you'd be up for something that had your birthstone on it. Or, maybe...Kamski worried at his lip as he pondered over your reasoning. You were a detective, perhaps you wanted to discover who sent you it by yourself. The corner of his mouth turned upwards at he came to this conclusion. Very well, if you wanted to play cat and mouse then he'd play along. But be warned, he intended to be the one coming out on top. All you had to do was follow the bread crumbs.

Okay, now things were getting really weird. You thought a few days later as yet another box appeared on your desk. This one smaller than the previous one. Who was sending you these? And did they have the right person? Placing your files down you open up this box. A small, folded piece of paper sits on top of a pair of crystal earrings. Placing the box down you unfold the paper. It reads: Dear Y/N. I know you must be so confused as to who is sending you these gifts. Well, wonder no more. If you are truly curious as to who I am come to this location at 10 PM tonight. And please, come alone, I mean you know harm. Sincerely your Admirer. Now, this was fucking weird. Who was doing this? Looking the paper over you look around once more. Half expecting the person who is leaving these to be around, waiting for you to find them. But, there is no one here, not even Gavin .But surely no harm could come from doing as the note says, right? Shrugging your shoulders you pocket the box and glance at the clock. It's close to nine now, but maybe it wouldn't hurt to go there now? After all you knew you wouldn't be able to work on your paperwork with this on your mind.

Things are going according to plan. Kamski can't keep the shit eating smile from his face as he watches you leave the station. He knew you thought that nothing was going to happen, at least nothing bad. But little did you know that he had Chloe herself waiting in the shadows for you, ready to drag you into his sleek black vehicle to bring you to him. All he had to do was wait.

And wait he did, watching through the security cameras that overlooked the park, seeing you had arrived and were waiting for him. Just like you should be, leaning forward he watched as you milled around the park. He could see why his brother was interested in you. You were beautiful beyond anything he'd ever seen before. Someone like his uncouth brother could never truly appreciate someone like you. You deserved the best the world had to offer, and he could very well offer you that. While Gavin...well, all he could offer you was some probably the cheapest thing a thick-skulled brute could find with his lower intelligence. Didn't you realise you were just a toy to him? Before he could dwell on his dark thoughts he spotted Chloe coming up behind you. And before you could react the blonde android wrapped an arm around you. Squeezing until you collapsed from lack of oxygen.

Things were falling into place, he thought as he leaned back in his chair as he watched as Chloe piled you into the car before driving off. Kamski was feeling like a little kid at Christmas who knew he had just got what he wanted. Getting up from his seat he turned to the other to Chloe androids and ordered them to prepare one of the guest rooms for you. Watching as they walked off he turned back to the screen. He would need to prepare the proper greeting for you now wouldn't he? You were no doubt famished from your long day of work. He would prepare the most exquisite meal you had ever had in your life.

Yet another time skip

How long had you been out? You thought as you slowly began to rouse, opening your eyes you realised...this wasn't your bedroom..."The hell..." You mutter, propping yourself on your elbows, and looked around. Where in the seven hells were you? Feeling panic grip you, you looked around the room once more, trying to find something, anything to indicate where you were. But saw nothing. THat is until the doors swung open, and in walked the most attractive woman you'd ever seen, or, you guessed as you spotted the LED. The most gorgeous android you'd ever seen. She seemed harmless enough as she gave you a friendly smile. "I see that you are awake." She said. "That's good, Mister Kamski has been waiting eagerly to meet you." Wait, Kamski the Kamski? What the hell was going on?! You thought, however as you fought to get over your shock the blonde android walked past you to the closet behind you. "He had invited you to dinner," she says, not seeming to care that if your listening or not.

"It would be rude if you went dressed in those..." She looks you over, before giving you a small smile. "Well, the clothes you have on are nice...I guess. But not something you'd want to wear to dinner." As she says this she pulls out the most beautiful dark blue dress you had ever seen before placing it gently on the bed. Shocked you move to the dress and gingerly pick it up, seeing it shimmer in the light as you run your hand down the dress, it's soft, and no doubt above your pay grade. However before you can think of it anymore Chloe places a pair of silver shoes beside it, and, dear god above she even brings out a pair of lacy undergarments. Apparently Mr Kamski wanted you to go all out for this dinner What the hell did he want with you anyway? "Do you need me to help you get dressed?" Chloe asks you. And you tense up, android or not if she puts a hand on you..."No," You said. "I'm fine." Nodding the android leaves you to get dressed.

Once you have dressed you step out of the room. Only to find Chloe waiting for you. A smile breaks out across her face as she looks you over. "I must say you clean up pretty well, now if you follow me." She said, turning away from you, as you follow her eagerly, wanting to know why the creator of the androids himself wants to see you of all people. Feeling your heart thundering in you chest you watch as you reach a set of double doors, and into a large dining room, and there in the middle of the room is the man himself. A Cheshire grin on his face as he turns to face, the look seeming to turn predatory as he moves towards you.

"I must say you look absolutely ravishing." He tells you, circling around you as a tiger would and you can't help but feel a little nervous. Like you're in a room with a predator. And at this point you had wished you had brought your gun with you as his fingers trail up and down your bare arm, making you flinch. "I-is there some reason you've brought me here?" you ask. "Do you know who I am?" He askes you, still circling you. His eyes taking in every inch of you, once close enough he buries his face in the crook of your neck and inhales. Backing away from him you glare at him, as he, amused by your reaction, smirks. Like this is a game. And it is to him, to see how long you will last before he breaks you. "No," you grumble. "I live under a rock."

"Actually from what my intel says you live in a shoddy one bedroom apartment. Near the edge of town." Your heart stops, why is he looking up info on you, why are you such a interest to him? Eyes narrowed you take a step back. "You're also a Detective of the DPD." Kamski continues. "And while we're at it you're also fucking little brother." Wait, what? Your brow furrows as he says this. "Brother?" You question.

"Detective Gavin Reed. Sure you can see there is some resemblance, right? Detective Y/N?" "Bull shit, you're not brothers. Gavin is a-" " An Invalid? A snivelling twit who can't take responsibility for his actions? Someone who will be nothing more than a joke. Who does nothing but drag people down because of his stupidity." You're silent. "Did he never mention me?" Kamski tilts his head to the side. "Wouldn't be surprising, being the fuck up brother of one such as me. But, I did bring you here for that." He beckons you over to his computer. "I wish to show you something." Complying you move to where he is, standing behind him you look over his shoulder, your eyes widening when you see your file, your file open on the screen. "You see," Kamski says, looking over his shoulder at you.

"I know everything about you. Everything you've done as a beat cop years ago. To what you had done as Detective. What I find interesting though." Kamski scrolls down, down to a certain part of your file. "Interesting that this isn't public knowledge, isn't it?" he askes you, as you feel your blood run cold. "What do you think would happened if this were to, I dunno, leak out to the public?" he asks, pushing his chair back and turns to face you. "If-if..." It seemed the fire in you had been extinguished for the time being, he had you right where he wanted you. Backed into a corner. "I can make this all go away. No one will ever find it, that is if you it that way?" he askes, placing a hand on your shoulders."Wh-what do you want from me?" you choke out. Your world could come crashing down if your secret came out, you'd lose everything. "What? No death threats, no lashing out?" Kamski cooed playfully, a malicious light in his eyes as he eased you into one of the seats. You don't resist as he does so.

“Wh-what do you want?” You ask him.

“You know I used to ask myself that very same question so very often. What does a man like me, who has everything want?” Kamski asks, turning away from you. “I used to think I had everything, until I saw you...”

Dread began to form in the pit of your stomach. What did you have to do with this? Kamski continued to pace around the room. “What do you mean?” you ask him.

He turns to you once more, the corner of his mouth turning upwards as he draws closer to you. “What don’t you have to do with this?” he asks you. “You’re everything I ever wanted in a lover.”

The word lover sends a chill through your entire body, making you grip the edge of the chair you were sitting in. “The hell do you mean?” you choke out, okay so this wasn’t going where you thought it would. Though where you though this conversation would be going was beyond you.

“Surely I do not have to spell EVERYTHING out to you?” By now he’s getting frustrated with you, how could you be so oblivious to where this was going. “You are going to be mine.”

You opened your mouth, ready to tell him what exactly you thought of the situation, when he cut you off. “Before you reject the idea, let me warn you, you’re little secret, the one you so carefully covered up? Will go public, your career over, your life over! All you have to do is say yes.” He told you.

Feeling your throat tighten up you feel your life flash before your eyes, everything you’ve accomplished, gone just like that. Fighting the tears that were welling in your eyes you look up at him.

“Fine, fine, if you would just make that go away-”

“Make it ‘go away’?” Kamski questions, arching an eyebrow at you as he straightens. “I’m not going to make this go away. In fact I’ll be keeping it, just in case you decide to defy me in some way. But, that’s enough chit chat, here’s one more thing I need for you to do.”

*****A Few Days Later*****

You felt like shit. But you knew you had to do this. For your sake, you had called Gavin up and had told him to meet you here, telling him that you needed to talk to him about something. He had seemed unsure but after some convincing he had agreed to meet you here. And speak of the devil, there he was.

You felt your heart skip a beat when you spotted him getting out of his car and heading in your direction. Your heart sinking in your chest as you looked him over, sure, Gavin was an asshole who had no problem stepping on anyone's toes to get what he wanted, but you liked him. Which was going to make this harder for you.

“Hey, kid. You said you wanted to talk?” Gavin asked, taking a seat next to you.

Kid. Despite your relationship he still called you kid...you’d miss that.

“Y/N? You okay?” Gavin asked.

“I...I don’t think this is going to work out...”

Gavin arches an eyebrow, seeming confused about where this was going. “What do you mean?”

“You...and me it’s...it’s over.”

There you said it, it might not have been the most eloquent way to break it off with someone but it would work.

Silence fell between the two of you. Gavin seemed shocked. You were dumping him, out of the blue with no warning before hand. “I’m sorry, it almost sounds like-”

“Like I’m dumping you, that’s cause it does.” You say, as you move to stand up, to leave him. When he suddenly moves to follow, grabbing a hold of your hand, forcing you to stop.

“Can you at least tell me what I did wrong?” he asked, anger tinting his voice.

You hesitate.

“Is there someone else?”

You open your mouth, wanting to tell him why you were doing this. Wanting him to know why you were doing this, but hesitated. What could Gavin do? What could you do?

Prying your hand free you walk off, leaving Gavin to stand there fuming as he watches you leave the park.

*************

Elijah felt a smile creep to his face as he watched as you pulled away from Gavin. His smile widening as he saw a look of anger and betrayal etched on his brothers face as you broke things off with him.

Watching as you make your way towards his car he steps out, looking toward the park once more, hoping that Gavin would follow you out only to see you with him. Wouldn’t that be something?

“So,” his smile growing wider as you stop right in front of him. “How did it go?”

Your eyes narrow at him. Your right hand balling into a fist, you want nothing more than to strike him, wipe that smug smile off his face, and you are about to, when you sense movement behind you. Turning around you spot one of the Chloe’s standing behind you, hands clasped behind her back, waiting to stop you if you so much as try to strike out against Kamski.

“How do you think it went?” You growled, casting a glance to the park. Your heart skipping a beat when you spot Gavin exiting the park, and looking your way.

His eyes widening when he sees you there with Kamski, just as the man in question drapes an arm over your shoulders, smirking when he feels you tense as he leads you towards his car as Chloe moves to the driver seat. Your eyes never leaving Gavin’s a look of betrayal and anger etched on his face as he watches you and Kamski drive off, leaving him in the dust...

Edit: Yeah, this took way longer than I wanted, writers block. Also this in only part one of my Kamski x Reader fic, the next part will be way more smuttier.

#This turned out longer than I anticipated...#Yandere! Kamaski x Reader #part one of two #detroit become human #elijah kamski #Reader

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truthofficial · 5 years

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Teaser #4 - The Stranger

Disclaimer: this novel is still in its early stages. That is: first draft. The text below may not be exactly how it will be in the finished product. As a result, some things may feel incomplete or stunted. Comments and constructive feedback are welcomed and encouraged.

The town was-.. weird. Strolling casually through the quiet streets, she couldn’t quite tell if it was boring and empty or just plain intriguing - either way, there was an atmosphere about it that she couldn’t quite explain. As far as American towns went, this one was tiny: closer to a village if not for whatever weird-ass rule this particular state decided applied to towns. Population or land mass or something; Lydia had given up keeping track of what different places called their settlements. Maybe it wasn’t even a town; she didn’t know either way.

Still, it seemed nice enough. There were a few places to shop; groceries and gift stores - mostly the kinds of places you didn’t want to stop at too often in fear of ending up on first-name terms with the owners. There were a few bars and restaurants dotted about town, and a small hospital (maybe that’s what made it a town? Didn’t villages just have clinics and local doctors and shit?). Mostly it was just houses, though. Big houses, little houses, cardboard box houses - Lydia chuckled to herself, but she wasn’t wrong; she caught a glimpse of the tell-tale pile of cardboard a homeless person would use as a bed, tucked away in a quiet alley.

Further towards the middle of town were where the smaller, less impressive houses were - apartments above family run shops and blocks of cheaply made buildings piled together in stark contrast to the large buildings with spacious garden areas that the rest of the town’s residents lived in. There was another bar here, this one seemingly far busier than the rest, and Lydia smiled a little as she found herself wandering inside. There were nicer bars around, of course, but this one was smaller and had a more homely, community feel to its wooden beams and ragged seats with dubious stains. Elyan would hate it there, but Lydia was right in her element, sweeping over to the bar with a grin to the tender. At this time of the afternoon there wasn’t much to look at - just the usual tired eyes and sunken faces of small families trying to keep their lives interesting when they know they have kids to pick up from school soon, and people who come to drink alone and had probably been there for most of the day in some vain attempt to wipe away their loneliness with alcohol. Some game or another was playing on a battered old TV screen and the soft tones of whatever quiet-voiced girl was in the charts right now played quietly from the overhead. There was a gentle stir of chatter about the place, hushed but friendly over the clinking of glasses and the creaking of wooden chairs that had probably been there for longer than the bar itself.

Before she could continue her train of thought, one of the bar’s patrons locked onto her gaze. His eyes were… intense was the only word she could think of to describe them. Bright yellow swimming with curiosity and soft kind of absence as he got to his feet and made his way over, as if taking her narrowed gaze as invitation to talk.

“Didn’t expect to see you in here so soon~” he greeted in a drawl she could easily have heard in some shitty Western, beckoning the barman over with barely a gesture. “What’s your poison?”

“Vodka…” she muttered absently, more interested in the guy himself than anything he was about to buy her. Were those contacts? He couldn’t actually have yellow eyes, right? His interactions with the bartender were so subtle and practiced that she barely even noticed he’d ordered until the drinks were down in front of her and money exchanged hands. Noticing her staring, he flashed a wide, lopsided grin; his lips pulling up to the right as if deliberately revealing the sharp point of his canine. Holy shit. Was he a vampire? That wasn’t possible, right? Like, that wasn’t actually a thing. Supersoldiers and shit, that could be explained by some kind of pseudo-science or whatever, but vampires were straight-up magic-.. Nah. She was jumping to conclusions; seeing fucking magic everywhere just like Ely did. He was probably just one of those weird fucking vampire “lifestylers” she’d heard about.

“Cold confusion dancing in fresh eyes, “One more weary soul searching for sleep, “Yet a stranger dances into light “Searching for the truth that lay beneath…” Lydia blinked. Was he speaking in poetry? Great. Barely a day in this town and she’d bumped into fucking Lestat or something. Lydia was starting to think perhaps staying inside with her brother wasn’t such a bad idea after all. “I saw the old farmhouse was occupied at last, and now you’re here - it wasn’t a far leap to put those pieces together,” he continued as if the verse had never been there, “People don’t usually come to the smallest bar in town on their first day here - not unless they want the company of an odd (but handsome) stranger~” The sentence was punctuated by another crooked grin as he made to take a sip of his drink; dark waves obscuring his unnatural eyes for a moment.

“So what brings you here?” There was that gentle curiosity again, weirdly genuine despite the waves of bullshit she could smell on this guy. “People don’t move here without a story to tell~”

“Sounds like you’ve got a lot of ideas on what people ‘don’t’ do,” she huffed, taking a long mouthful of her drink. “Why d’you care?”

“I like knowing people,” he hummed, and while his tone was sincere Lydia couldn’t help but think there was more to it than that, “especially in a town like this. Everyone has a story. Everyone has a verse waiting to be written for them.”

“Right…”

A cold silence fell - or, at least, it was cold on Lydia’s end. The weird stranger was as warm and open as he had been for the whole conversation, waiting for her to finish drinking again before he continued. “Your accent… that’s Dundee, right? Scotland?”

That piqued her interest. Glancing sharply at him, her frown grew deeper, “How d’you know?”

“Spent some time there a few years back,” he admitted, his smile growing shadowed with distant reminiscence, “I’m good with accents.”

“You travel, then?”

"Not anymore." The shadow on his smile didn't budge. "Had a while when I had to, but-.. it’s nice to settle.”

“Aye, I get that. Barely remember the last time I settled somewhere...” She didn’t miss it. Whatever the bullshit, she was so fucking restless, all the time. The longer they stayed still the worse it got - she couldn’t settle, not anymore. With a shrug, his tired smile quickly solidified again, “I’m Jackson, by the way.”

Liar. The word hit Lydia in the face for perhaps the first time since he’d started speaking, and something distinctly cold touched her chest. There was something about that smile of his that had lies written all over it-- how much more had he been lying about? Had she started spilling secrets to some asshole who’d use it to fuck them over?

...Should have thought of that before talking to him. Fuck. Lydia was beginning to see why Ely was so hypervigilant. “...No it isn’t.”

“Isn’t it?” he hummed, quirking a brow with a hum, “Either way, I came here to not be known. You can forgive me for being a little secretive”

Could she? Lydia almost laughed at that, “I’m good at holding grudges, you know.”

“I’m sure you are~” As quickly as it had left, the sincerity and warmth was back, his gaze scanning hers for a moment before he let out another short laugh, “Questions left unanswered sit burning in your eyes,” he said, downing the last of his drink and calling the tender over for another before continuing. “You want to know if the eyes are real. And the fangs.” When Lydia fell silent, quickly averting her gaze to her drink, he chuckled again. “A truth for a truth, okay? What’s your name? Why are you here?”

“That’s two truths.”

“One is a courtesy,” he disagreed, smirking widely now, “nobody said you had to tell me your real name~”

“…Lydia. My name’s Lydia.” Downing her first drink and starting on the second, she shrugged, “I’m here because I’m looking for somebody.”

“Or running from somebody. It’s okay,” he reassured quickly as her gaze shot up again, “So am I. That’s how I can tell. There’s a shadow that cloaks us all; the caution covered carefully by ill-considered charm, that we might hide ourselves in the guise of another…”

He seemed proud of that comparison. Lydia was fairly sure he just made shit up on the spot to sound fancy while saying a bunch of meaningless bullshit. Huffing, she took a long swig of her drink, “Anyone ever told you you’re weird?”

“Here and there-where’s the fun in normalcy? And to answer your unspoken question…” Polishing off his drink, he flashed another grin as he got to his feet, “They’re real. I’ll leave it up to you what that means. It was a pleasure to meet you, Lydia - no doubt I’ll see you again.”

With little more than a glance around the bar and one last friendly acknowledgement to the bartender, he was gone; muttering a verse of poetry as he left.

“When foxes eat the last gold grape, “And the last white antelope is killed, “I shall stop fighting and escape “Into a little house I’ll build…”

Okay. So the people in this town were weird as hell. Noted.

#original novel #novel teaser #writers on tumblr #feedback wanted #teasers #teaser 4

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fairyonfrost · 7 years

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(FIC) A pretty complicated week // BSD

Title: A pretty complicated week

Rating: None, PG?

Pairing: Fyodor Dostoyevsky x Ivan Goncharov

Warnings: ;D Ohh those Russians

Summary: „Oh, I really like this cake!“, - Ivan baked for his new friends and really likes talking to them. There's just one problem: „I want my tea!“ - Fyodor is not amused.

It was a really wonderful day in the life of Ivan Goncharov. This day was even as beautiful, as these days before. Why; could you ask, because he was obviously kind of an hostage of the detective agency. But it didn't bother Ivan at all, he didn't even consider this. Around here, everbody was pretty interested and asked him many, many questions. Ivan was happy. They were interested in his personality and would sure like to get to know him better! Finally he would meet new friends. It wasn't like he wouldn't be satisfied with his other friends, but Ivan wanted to get to know the world!

Gladly he provided them information to all their questions and only kept those things to himself, where he knew Fyodor wouldn't appreciate it, if he revealed them in front of others. Keeping secrets was one of his talents.

„Back to Dostoyevsky“, this nice and friendly young man turned back to him, „could you not probably tell us a bit more about his current activities?“, while the others seemed displeased. Ivan couldn't imagine why, so he decided to be extra friendly.

„Dostoyevsky-sama is probably at home now and maybe he's playing cello. I don't even know, because I didn't see him for some days. He might try to make his tea on his own and he thinks a lot. Maybe, if he notices that I'm gone, he might search me and pick me up from here. I don't even know, but he's actually a really kind one“, Ivan replied and received many blank stares.

„He won't pick you up“, responded another man with glasses and longer blonde hair slighly irritated. Obviously this conversation was really stressful for that poor guy. Maybe he didn't even like talking to strangers. Ivan couldn't understand that after all. That's why he needed to convince them all that Fyodor was a nice person, and himself too.

„Well, it's not a matter then. I may even stay here for a while. I could bake something for you all“, he suggested to brighten the mood. Some of these stares already lighted up, which suddenly also brought a smile to Ivans face.

Some minutes later, Ivan stood already in the kitchen and pursued his passion. He didn't only bake a cake, he also made tea and served it pretty nicely. He had never baked for so many people before, that's why he was pretty excited at the moment. Sadly, he couldn't buy any additional groceries before. But the workers of the Agency for sure not wanted to wait so long for their cake and that's why they didn't let him go. He could have made something really fancy, but to the given circumstances, he made a simple chocolate cake instead. But it wasn't even simple, because he knew how to bake it that it tasted really delicious. Having finally finished the cake, while you could already smell this sweet scent of cake everywhere, Ivan just knew that he could be friends with the others soon – because you could lead better conversations if you sat down together and ate cake. So he served everyone a piece of cake and sat down next to them.

„I really hope that you like my cake“, he said while smiling and taking also a piece of the cake, „if so, you can always visit me and Fyodor and I could make even better cake then“, he suggested to them, even if he wasn't so sure if Fyodor liked any guests. But maybe he would stop being so distempered and depressed if he had new friends. Ivan decided spontaneously, that his new friends could even be Fyodor's. They seemed at least interested and wanted to know a lot about Fyodor. Nevertheless they were somehow reserved. Maybe they were just very shy, but his words were serious.

„Nobody would visit Fyodor by choice“, he heard this one man say, that he considered at first as friendly and was a bit surprised at this point.

„Well yes, that's true. How did you guess that? Fyodor hasn't many friends. But he is really really kind, he's just not outgoing at all. If you're really interested to become friends with him, I might tell you more about him with pleasure“, he said and was a bit surprised that all those guys stared kinda... uncomprehending at him. What was the matter? Some people just didn't like to go outside and meet other's, so they probably just didn't have many friends. But Ivan didn't say anything, because atleast one of them seemed seriously interested.

A man with black hair and glasses pushed the others gently away and said with a smile:

„Yes, we're interested, so please, do tell us some more.“

Because of his reaction, the other guys didn't seem as negative as before and Ivan was sure that the ice was broken now. So he could surely talk a bit more about Fyodor at this point.

„Ah yes, and when he drinks his tea he puts, most of the time, only one piece of sugar in it. Unless he's in a bad mood. Then at least three. Oh, and I didn't tell you yet that he once composed a song only for me. It had a strange sound after all, but I really loved it anyway. If he's thinking about all these complicated things, he sometimes just falls asleep. I cover him with his fluffy blanket every time, but I don't think he ever noticed it. On bad hair days, he wears his hat. Well, as always actually. Okay, that doesn't make any sense. By all means he wouldn't leave his house without his hat. I'm convinced that he overthinks things way too much, but he needs this, otherwise he wouldn't be himself. At night he stays awake for a very long time and I never went to sleep later than him. But whenever he wakes up, I already made breakfast for him. Hmm...“, suddenly Ivan stopped because he noticed something and kept quiet for a moment. Not a second later, the blonde guy with the glasses dropped an irritated „That's enough“.

„Right. That's enough. You really should get to know Fyodor himself in person", Ivan replied euphoric, but anyway he noticed by now, that Fyodor had many days of breakfast without him. He probably might not appreciate that. He needed to contact him immediately. The members of the agency debated and he ate the rest of the cake, while he thought about how he could submit them this suggestion. Not far away from him he saw a telephone on the table. He took it and dialed clandestinely Fyodors number while the others still were kinda busy. Well, he could also surprise both of them, if they were too shy to make new friends!

It was a poisonous and terrible day in the life of Fyodor Dostoyevsky. And this day was even worse than the days before. Then meanwhile the kitchen burned halfway down, the clean laundry was nearly completely used and Fyodor couldn't find the instruction of this stupid washing machine, though he almost turned this whole apartment upside down, only resulting in a huge chaos. His rats also escaped and he didn't know where there holed up. To top it all, every drop of Vodka was gone. Of course this was that miserable Pushkin's fault. Malcontently he ate a canned soup due to the lack of other groceries. But he wouldn't leave the house because he couldn't find his Ushanka hat anymore. Unwillingly he wanted to admit, that these painful circumstances had something to do with the vanishing of a certain Goncharov. He didn't need a guy like that. Sometimes he even regretted, that he pushed him through this experiment to create an always happy human. All things got even worse because of that. And now, Ivan Goncharov was gone. As he probably never would leave him by choice, there was only one logical conclusion: Ivan must have had been kidnapped. Now, many new problems appeared. Fyodor wanted to think of a solution or a plan or he didn't even know because how could he even do this if there was not even decent food and he constantly drowned in this whole chaos!??

„PUSHKIN!“, he screamed loudly into the flat. Usually, Fyodor was always calm and thoughtful but by now, there was a state of emergency.

Not much later an always eating Pushkin looked into the chamber and dared to speak up with a timid „Yes?“, already knowing that he would be blamed for everything even if it was not any of his duties.

„Pushkin, I command you to search the instruction of the washing machine at once and that you order Pizza and buy some Vodka“, Fyodor summoned him and rubbed his temples. He could already sense a huge stress headache. Nevertheless, he couldn't allow himself any weakness in this miserable situation and he didn't allow that Pushkin neither.

„Yes, Dostoyevsky-sama!“, Pushkin replied what made Fyodor kinda satisfied, and disappeared.

Of course he would buy the vodka first and then stay there for a little longer – a fact that Fyodor considered as truth as he noticed he was alone after a while. As a result he was kinda nervous and began to bite his fingers, his bad habit. He stared kinda grumpy into the room and stayed still while he tried to meditate on things. But it didn't work because he barely slept last night – or because he didn't wear his Ushanka, that could also be possible. He wanted to look for it, but he felt truly miserable. Hopefully he wouldn't get sick. That would top all. How should he even survive this? As a poor and lonely man, left alone from the whole world, he sure would suffer endlessly. But then he remembered that Pushkin was supposed to be back at some point. And then, suddenly the phone rang.

The noise made Fyodor cringe. He had totally forgot this sound, then usually nobody ever dared to call him. This was kinda strange. Slowly he reached for the phone like it would be a dangerous animal or something. As he could read the unknown number on it, he went back. He didn't know this number and he didn't plan to answer the call. But maybe it was Pushkin or something even worse. It just didn't stop ringing. Damn, he should have installed a telephone responder. But when it didn't stop it might be something really important – this terrorized him immensely. And so Fyodor did the obviously unavoidable – he took the phone off and said at first... nothing.

Ivan looked sneakily at the others, while he noticed that someone took the call, the display had changed. Fast he let the phone disappear quite unnoticable under his long hair before he wispered a quiet „Master“ into it. Apparently, Fyodor was glad to hear his voice – atleast he didn't show any disapproval.

„Ah. Goncharov“, was the only thing Fyodor said. He totally would had crawled trough the phone cable if he could to call the responsible over the coals. But he couldn't. He didn't know from where and why Ivan had called him. It might be a fault to speak to him in general.

„I met some new friends!“, Ivan told him in an excited way and laughed. He just had to tell him. Even if he could notice the strict stares from the members of the Agency on him like stitches.

Fyodor felt a stitching somewhere else. What did here just happen? Did Goncharov trying him to say, that he had gone and would never come back? Was he really serious? Or was it just any trap? Probably someone planned to go against him again. He chewed nervously on his fingetips and murmured a quiet „Oh, is that so?“.

He couldn't avoid a little coldness in his voice. If the call would be recorded, this surely might be stacked against him. He thought about hanging up, but he needed Ivan back here. Immediately.

„Don't you believe it, Master? But it's the truth and they are very nice people“, Ivan said in a sickly sweet voice and drove Fyodor out of his mind. On the one hand, he was really happy, but on the other hand he was royally pissed.

„I don't care. I want my tea“, Fyodor said sulkily, because he really had have enough.

Ivan was meanwhile trying to get away from the members of the agency to avoid giving them the phone back. In spite of all he smiled happily due to the words of his master.

„I suppose he doesn't consider to speak with you at the moment“, he said to the people and lauhed.

„Ivan...“, Fyodor said now with a more dangerous undertone.

Meanwhile, there was chaos around of him and Ivan didn't even know why. He only has had well intentions for both of them. But he was sure, that Fyodor intended that he came back which made him somehow happy. The members of the agency finally held him down and grabbed the phone. But Fyodor hanged up already , because a little panic came over him. Ivan couldn't understand that at all. There was now a big smile on his face. Fyodor would coming to pick him up after all. But maybe things were different, as somebody came to him.

„Would you do your new friends a little favor?“, the young man, who talked at first to him asked him now, friendly.

Ivan crooked his head confused and he suddenly noticed the bandages the guy in front of him was wearing. NOW he knew, why he looked like a pleasant person at first.

„Yes, of course I could do that“, he said and smiled back.

„You can eat cake with us more than once, if you want, and we could bake something for you the next time too, just under one condition: we demand that you don't talk about anything that happenend here. Agreed?“, he put his claim and Ivan looked at him with big eyes while his collegues where also surprised.

„You would...bake something for... me!??“, he asked amazed and was really overwhelmed. Nobody ever made him an offer like this yet. Ivan cried tears of joy, because he couldn't truly believe it. How kind was this even? He needed a moment, until he gained his words back but first he hugged all of those present.

„This is so kind. And I promise. I won't absolutely tell anything“, he promised and twinkled.

„Okay, you can go home then to your Master – he waits for his tea“, said the detective and winked at him.

„Yeah, he sure does“, Ivan said quietly, still a little bit confused and finally stood up.

„See you next time!“, the detective said goodbye friendly, before the other blonde guy came to him while shouting and beated the crap out of him. But Ivan didn't care then he had met new friends and he had to make Fyodor's tea immediately. So went through the door, while he could hear „Hey! He won't say anything he doesn't think like a bad guy!“, in the background as he left the house. Yes, that was true, he wasn't a bad guy and so he was still smiling as he finally came home.

There Fyodor already waited for him, while being quite mad. What was the point with those new friends? He also was scared that they now had the possibilities to find where he lived. Hopefully this didn't ever happen. Probably not. But he still panicked somehow.

„Ivan“, he said angrily, as the latter entered the house, „are you alone?“

„Of course, Master! You didn't want to talk to them though. If you want, I will make you now Your tea!“, Goncharov said fucking friendly as always and Fyodor took a deep breath. He tried to convince himself that everything was as usual again. He leand back into the chair and waited for his tea. Fyodor watched his subordinate in a sceptic way, as he finally came back with a tea service but everything seemed ordinary. Probably it was though.

„Your tea, Dostoyevsky-sama. Prepared with love~“, Ivan said gently and put the tablet near Fyodor on a little table.

„Thanks, Ivan“, Fyodor said briefly, until something came to his mind, that's why he added a „...wait“.

Goncharov stood still and looked him in the eyes, responding with an eagerly sounding „Yeeees?“

„I truly hope, that you didn't tell your „new friends“ anything about me“, he said with a lightly dangerous sounding voice.

„Uhm...well... I didn't tell nothing but in no case anything bad or anything that could you-“, Ivan tried to get out of this but Fyodor lost his patience. Was that even possible? He stood up and and stepped up to Ivan with his hands on his hips to appear taller, though he was actually smaller than Goncharov. With those smile onto his face he almost seemed, like he would laugh at him, so Fyodor adjusted his hat and tried so stay calm, while he stared kinda cold and expressionless at him.

„Please don't be mad, Master, drink Your tea, before it gets cold“, replied Ivan gladly and gave him demonstratively the cup. Fyodor was so mad at first that he almost slapped the cup out of his hands, but as the other one just smiled at him, he just couldn't stay mad anymore. Which kind of person was that Ivan, Fyodor wondered sometimes. Until he remembered the issue with the operation and he wasn't so sure anymore, if he should have ever made it happen. Then from time to time...it cracked him up.

Absentmindedly he ran his fingers through his hair, before he gave up, took the cup of tea in his hands and took a sip from it. Actually, he just wanted Goncharov to be back and serving him his tea and doing the housework. Still this one question didn't get out of his mind. And Ivan would have probably answered him if he wouldn't have intimidated him. Due to this he tried to solve this situation differently.

„I'm not mad at you“, he murmured lastly and tried to stay calm. After a few sips of tea he already felt better, „but I expect, that you tell me what you've told them, Ivan“, he tried again after all.

„Uhm, Master... is this really necessary?“, Ivan sad at last and for a short moment Fyodor could feel his madness coming back, but he didn't want to show his feelings this time.

„Yes, it is. Tell me“, he commanded shortly.

„„Well. I'm just not so sure, if you'd actually like to know it“, Ivan said a bit subdued. He already started to clean the room, because he felt awkward. Fyodor watched this confused, but he was still irritated. Sometimes he really had the impression, that Goncharov made fun out of him.

„I WANT to know it. Why would I even ask then?“, he replied impatiently and rubbed his temples.

„Well then... I will tell You“, Ivan said hesistant, while he just put something away. Fyodor made an impatient gesture and wondered at last truly, if Goncharov didn't let out any private information, because he kept acting like that. But what he heard then, let Fyodor speechless. At first he wanted to add the question, with whom Goncharov talked, but due to the words of his subordinate he totally forgot. Ivan reported, that he talked about his eating and drinking habits, from his hat that he always wore and that he once had composed a song for him. This wasn't actually true, but Fyodor let Ivan believe it. He just was surprised, that Ivan could remember. When he talked about, that he believed Fyodor would overthink things to much he frowned and as Ivan mentioned in the end, that he always covered him with a blanked, he suddenly blushed. Somehow confused how he should answer, he looked at him. But in the end he was just relieved, that Ivan didn't reveal any information about their organisation. But all theses moments were really private, told from a person who watched him everyday with a smile...

„Th-thank you, Ivan...“, Fyodor stumbled quite overcharged and didn't even know what to do in this moment, as he suddenly felt a wellknown and warm touch on his head, as Ivan suddenly put on his Ushanka hat and replied: „You're welcome, Master“, while smiling.

„You found it!“, Fyodor said and suddenly, all his bad mood was like vanished and a honest smile came to his face. Ivan smiled with him and for a really rare moment they were in united harmony.

„Yes. Everything will be fine, Master“, Ivan said and gently laid his hand onto Fyodors arm. Fyodor pulled is arm back first, but before Ivan could retreat, he grabbed his hand.

„Of course it will. If you eliminate the chaos in the kitchen, clean the dust, catch all the rats, clean up in general, done the laundry, cook dinner for Pushkin and me, then it'll be fine,“, Fyodor said while smirking and finally let Ivan's Hand go.

„YES, Master!“, Goncharov replied with a determination, that pleased him and got started at once. Fyodor sat down into his chair again and watched him while cleaning. He almost distracted him so much while preparing his new plan, due to his frantically work. He never saw him work this fast before. Maybe he did expect something from it? Fyodor crooked his head thoughtful. Truly weird, this Goncharov. But what would he only do without him? A little smile came onto his lips and he sighed content. Luckily, he was back and strange enough this really terrible morning turned out to be a really beautiful day at last.

#bsd #fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor dostoyevsky #ivan goncharov #bungou stray dogs #fyovan #fyodor #ivan #bungo stray dogs #fanfic #bsd fic #fanfiction #bsd fyodor #bsd ivan #dostoyevksy #goncharov #bungou

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(Shicrood anon from before) I agree with everything you've said, haha, it's crazy. Especially how Shic/Rood are so similar to Lanoste/Eperia it can't be a coincidence. I mean, even the way they met, that was such a deja vu? And oh my god, the flowers... At the beginning of chapter 148, Shic is looking at (well, destroying) flowers and remembers the first time he met Rood. Guess what happens in chapter 215... yep... exactly the same thing, only with Eperia remembering Lanoste... (p1)

It’s even the same flower. Could have been any flower. But it’s that one. Just. Moving on, I’m holding my breath that after the flashback arc, we’ll have Lanoste and Shic directly talking about the parallels between Rood and Eperia, because I don’t believe such a long flashback was there only for the King/Liltopaz story. I’m sorry for this monsterous ask, haha, it’s just that BH isn’t big on tumblr and I’m not very fond of the fandom for BH elsewhere. (p2)

I’m so glad to find another shicrood fan in tumblr!! Before starting, I feel the need to apologize, since this is going to be long :p

To be honest, what made me officially say: “yes, I ship this” was lanoste’s flashback. Like, I always thought it was interesting how shicmuon reacted to rood, and how rood (although reluctantly) depended on shicmuon to help him defeat the enemies. They are/were both ‘equals’ (before rood awakened as the demon king). It’s just that, when I saw how lanoste/eperia behaved when they were together, and after rereading the scenes with shicmuon and rood, it was impossible for me not to notice how similar they were. That’s when I thought: “wait, why is this married couple and shicrood’s relationship so similar??” and I realized that I could no longer ignore this ship. Too many coincidences and what made it better, was that those hints were established very early in the series. Lanoste first talked about shicmuon chasing rood in chapter 57 and considering that there are already 223 chapters, I’ll say this is quite early. The author also planified introducing eperia many chapters ago, since we saw how lanoste had flashblacks of eperia. So, it can’t be a coincidence. The author did it on purpose, but why?

Eperia got interested in lanoste after learning he was the one who defeated all those monsters. Who did the same thing? Shicmuon. After seeing rood’s strength he was fascinated by him, and decided he would start chasing him. He went to every mission where blackie might be, after seeing him just once.

After shicmuon met him again during the auction, even Van noticed he wasn’t being his usual self and said: “Shic’s gotten talkative. He’s too excited” (chapter 6). How can someone be so excited after meeting someone they only saw once before? Someone they barely know? I’ve always felt that shicmuon found in rood, someone who could understand him. That he could be himself in front of rood. Rood is the only person who is able to match his strength, and hence, he is the only person who doesn’t fear his powers and who treats him as a normal person.

Since I talked about how rood and lanoste defeated all the demons, I’ll show pictures because I like them XD

This is what shicmuon saw in chapter 155. The reason why he became so obsessed with blackie.

And this is how lanoste looks after defeating all those demons.

I didn’t notice before, but your comment made me realize that rood and lanoste also have some similarities (I went back to reread some scenes jaja)! Not only they are powerful, but they both got stalkers after fighting demons. For eperia and lanoste, this was a faithful meeting, for shicmuon it’s the same thing, but what about rood? I am convinced that shicmuon will play a key role in helping him fight the tower/the empire. Shicmuon is strong, and he is always helping rood save the students/humans (first when the door opened in helios, and then when they were in the empire. He also helped him in the tower, although this time shicmuon didn’t help the students. Anyway, the previous times, he only helped them indirectly. His objective was always to save/help/fight alongside rood). Another similarity between rood and lanoste I’ve noticed, is that they both have to pretend/lie to the other magicians who are with them. In chapter 208, lanoste warns/tells the magicians that the tower is getting rid of low classed magicians “in order to be used as food for the secret experiments being conducted by the empire”, he then tries to act as if he didn’t really know by saying “…is what the rumors are saying…is that true?” and smiles. Rood and lanoste know more than average people, but they are forced to act as if they didn’t.

They are also forced to act as if they weren’t strong. In chapter 210, lanoste tries to lie to eperia by telling her, he isn’t the magician who killed all the monsters. Probably to avoid attracting too much attention, but still.

Chapter 152

In rood’s case, he is forced to say he wasn’t the one who killed the woopis, since he realized no one believed him, and everyone thought it was strange for him to defeat them alone.

They are also both underestimated by the others.

Lanoste chapter 208

Rood chapter 149

To be fair, lanose does it on purpose (since he is a spy working for sephia, I think), while rood doesn’t. He tries to deny it, although not hard enough. Anyway, the man doesn’t believe him since he looks so young and at that time, no one ever heard of [opion].

Okay, I’ll stop talking about lanoste and rood XD

I noticed the flowers were the same! I thought it was a nice detail, since eperia seemed to like these flowers. Also, I love how shicmuon looks at the flowers and think of rood, please! This is too much. But yes, parallels are everywhere, it’s hard not to see them. I think, this is probably one of the reasons why I am enjoying this flashback so much. I mean, I love lanoste and eperia’s relationship, although I know all that awaits me is pain… but this flashback happened for a reason. Why is lanoste telling all this to kielnode? This is obviously related to rood and that’s why lanoste felt the need to tell him everything. Also, kielnode already said that lanoste isn’t the type of person who “help others out of his good gracious heart” (chapter 173). There is a reason why lanoste keeps helping rood, and I think it is definitely related to eperia. Another thing that I am curious about: Why does lanoste want shic and rood to “become partners and combine their strength” ? (chapter 173). He even goes as far as to falsificate a document that shows opion’s magicians now belong to the association. Another thing, when diorook appeared in his dragon form, lanoste wasn’t surprised and immediately knew the black magician had send him. Why? I mean, he already saw diorook in helios, but it still seems weird to me. Moreover, lanoste knew rood wasn’t human. He says to kielnode “[rood chrishi] is not a human. As for you [kielnode chrishi] you won’t be able to handle that” (chapter 171). Why does it seem like he is talking about eperia? Once again, we have rood/eperia parallels.

Look at lanoste’s face here. How many times have we seen lanoste being serious since the beginning of the series? Not many times. Actually, I think this is the first time lanoste looks so serious, like he is reminiscing bad/painful memories.

I also think lanoste and shic will talk. Or at least, I hope so. If lanoste is trying to avoid rood ending up like eperia, then telling shicmuon the whole truth is necessary. As I said before, shicmuon is strong, so he is (among the humans) the only person who can help rood fight demons/humans. He is also a kansiol. His status might help rood in the future. I mean, he already used his name to help rood before, and he may have to do it again in the near future. He is the only kansiol who have the power to help. The “perfect kansiol”. The princess is still young, she does have good allies, like marquis hadelio and professor rowell, but while they will definitely be useful, if there was a fight against demons, they wouldn’t be able to help too much (against strong demons like lispen). At least, that’s what I think.

To finish this long post, I wanted to post images showing shicmuon and the king interacting together:

The king knows what shicmuon wants XD The fact that the king acknowledges that shicmuon is willing to do whatever is necessary only to fight him, is very funny for some reason.

Even here, the only reason why the king kicked shicmuon was to protect him, since rubymontes was going to attack him.

I know the king is gentle to humans, but I think it’s cute how nice he is to shicmuon.

Don’t be sorry for the ask! I love talking about my favorite characters, so it made me happy :D

#ask #anon #shicrood #shicmuon #rood chrishi #black haze #lanoste #it's a shame BH isn't big on tumblr #i understand how you feel #i also prefer tumblr to other places but there isn't much material here :')

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deermi · 7 years

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Forbidden | Part 1

Summary: You are a princess of a fallen kingdom, hiding as a servant. You’ve been in the palace for some time, and you already feel yourself falling for prince Kim Jonign.

Genre: Angst

Warnings: None

AU: Royals

Pairing: Kim Jongin x Reader

Word count: 2k~

Author’s note: There might be some mistakes in the text.

“Mum?” I whined desperately “Dad?”

All I could see was fire. Only fire surrounding me. The flames and smoke were everywhere. My vision started to get blurry making me feel dizzy and the breath caught in my throat as I started to cough.

“Mum?” my voice was barely a whisper as I repeated my calling “Dad?”

I had to get out of here i- it was the only way. I blinked a few times, trying to make out any shapes out of the dark smoke surrounding me. The only thing I noticed were the stairs. Also on fire. My parents were on the first floor and now they were trapped there. There was nothing I could’ve done about that by just staying within the flames. I had to save them, but I couldn’t have done it alone.

Stumbling on the floor, tripping over my own feet, I found the door to the house as soon as I was possible and got out of the building. I ran and when I was far enough I turned around. Suddenly the rooftop collapsed, making the blaze stronger; the flames climbing even higher. I screamed loudly and put my hands over my ears trying to make the fear go away.

With the tears welled up in my eyes, both bacue of the smoke and despair, I began to run again. Our house was on the outskirts of the town. I had to hurry up. There still was a possibility that my parents could’ve been saved.

“Help!” I shouted with as much strength as I had in my voice, hoping someone would hear me

Nothing. No response. What was I expecting? How somebody could’ve hear me in the middle of the forest. I started to run faster.

I had to do it. I had to do it. I had to make it one time. I didn’t want everything I had disappear so quickly.

I tripped over a rock and shrieked from sudden pain. The forest surrounding me started to spin around as I saw stars due to the dizziness.

When I saw a white carriage, I was sure I had strong hallucinations. I tried getting up, but instead I fell on the ground once more, the pain strenghtening.

A beautiful woman got out of the carriage and came closer to me. Long brown hair, pale skin and gentle eyes. At that time she was like an angel, a true saviour. I was sure I had seen her somewhere before, but it was, too hard to remember when or where.

“Help.” I breathed out with horase voice “My house… F-fire…”

She immediately shouted something to the people who had come with her, but all sounds became one for me. My head started to spin arround and the next thing I remember was darkness.

I opened my eyes breathing heavily with sweat covering my body.

The same dream, the same memory of our house set on fire by God knows who. I still remembered it very clearly. The day after that, I had woken up lying in one of the rooms for servants, not knowing where exactly I had been, with lady Lee sitting next to my bed. She had creuly explained to me that they managed to rescue me from the fire.

But nothing about my parents had come out of her mouth. They hadn’t made it. They were dead. They died surrounded by flames and dark smoke. That information had broken my heart into thousand little pieces and it took some time to put it back together. At least to some of it.

My parents used to rule a kingdom - they were the greatest rulers I had ever heared about. And I had been the Princess of the land called Southerlands and its people. However, I didn’t remember anything from our palace life. A few months after I had been born, our kingdom had fallen. The 4th War had begun and we had no choicem, but to run away in order to protect the royal bloodline. My parents and I had had to hide somewhere. We had to start a new life, a completely different one in a house near a small town in another land.

Throughout my whole life I had always been aware of my father’s enemies and I had been sure some of them knew that we were hiding. That’s why we had lived in the forest, in a place nobody knew about, but I knew it hadn’t been enough.

After a few days of recovery from the wounds from the fire, I had started to work in King Doyun’s palace as one of the servants. No one, even lady Lee, who had saved me, didn’t know I was a princess. Sharing my secret was both a stupid and dangerous idea. I was too afraid nobody would believe me, too afraid that the danger would come back again. At least for now, without revealing my real identity, I was safe.

“Y/N.” I heard Yeun’s voice, making me snap out of my thoughts “Are you coming? We don’t have much time.”

“Yeah… I’m on my way.” I said a small yawn escaping my lips

Yeun was my roommate and also one of my few friends in the palace.

I looked out of the tiny window in my room, seeing sunshine peaking through it. At least the weather had been nice.

I got out of my bed throwing the covers away. I quickly changed into the black dress all female servants had to wear, thinking that they were actually more comfortable than they looked like.

“So, what’s our job for today?” I asked as we went out of the room, closing the door behind us

“We need to prepare the ballroom for the Prince’s birthday.” Yeun explained to me “I’m going to stay there the whole day, but you really need to meet Miyoung. She’ll definitely use some help with the preparations.”

Miyoung, another one of my friends, was really young, kind and innocent girl. She wasn’t even sixteen, but she gained the title of the main seamstress in this castle due to her amazing abbilities. Dresses she was making were to say at least gorgeous. Every time a ball was occuring, her job was to make gowns for the Queen and all the ladies. Of course, Miyoung wasn’t the only seamstress. There were more people working with her as well, but they were nowhere as good as she was. And sometimes she also asked me or Yeun for some help.

“I can’t believe the Prince is turning twenty three tonight.” Yeun beamed at me “You know, I feel like I’ve known him for my whole life. I was two when he was born, but he has only spoken to me once or twice.”

“You exactly know why.” I exclaimed, mocking her usual warning tone “You’re a servant and he’s the Prince.”

“Stop quoting me.” she laughed and gently shoved me on the forearm “Usually I’m the one who is reminding you.”

I returned her smile, but I couldn’t help the small sigh escaping my lips. I wondered how would it have been, to know Prince Jongin for such a long time. Maybe he would’ve talked to me more often? Or just interract in any kind of way?

“We need to hurry up with everythig.” said Yeun “The party starts at nine.”

“You have to go there!” Miyoung clapped her hands and excitedly jumped in her spot “You just can’t miss such opportunity!”

“Miyoung, are you crazy?” I shook my head “It’s impossible. Only people from royal family and their friends are invited. I can’t go.”

“Oh, just stop it!” she waved her hand and for a while, the needle she was holding, was way too close to my face “We both know that if you really wanted to go to the party, you would do it straight away!”

“I’m a servant!” I exclaimed

“But just imagine, how romantic would it be! Prince Kim Jongin falling in love with you at the ball!”

A deep red blush creeped on my cheeks. I had never actually thought about him falling in love with me. It was impossible. And he was just too good for me. Even if my family had been alive and I had been a Princess, I still would've thought that he deserved more. Jongin was kind, gentle, loyal, brave and incredibly handsome. Every young girl in the kingdom dreamed of becoming his wife in the future. I was sure that in a few months the Kind and the Queen would find him a fianceé.

I felt the unexpected knot of jealousy and anxiety squeeze itself tighter in my stomach.

“Let’s not talk about this…” I whispered, feeling suddenly helpless

“But-”

“Miyoung, please!” I raised my voice, cutting my friend of

She jumped at my sudden anger. When I saw her face, I realised that I shouldn’t have shouted at her. Miyoung was younger than me and she didn’t get to expirience the cruelty of this world like I did. I didn’t want to ruin her vision of the world as a good and peaceful place.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered “I know you didn’t mean anything bad.”

“It’s okay…” she murmured “I shouldn’t have insisted.”

It was so hard for me to talk about the prince in any kind of situation. I didn’t want to get my hopes up. A servant and a prince? I almost laughed out loud at this riddiculous thought.

Miyoung’s smile still hadn’t appeared back again.

“Please.” I whined "I can’t stand it when you’re sad, Mi.”

She didn’t look at me, her eyes glued to the needle in between fingers.

“What can I do to cheer you up?” I asked putting my palm on her shoulder “I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” she rose her eyebrow at me

I nodded hesitantly afraid of the words that might come from her mouth next.

“Go to the Prince’s birthday ball.” she announced visibly proud of her idea

I should’ve expected her saying something like that.

“Miyoung, you know I ca-” I tried refusing, but she spoke up immediately interrupting me

“You said you’ll do everything.”

The pleading look in her eyes made me sigh in defeat.

“Okay, so let’s say I agreed.” I crossed my arms over my chest “Still, I have nothing to wear.”

She jumped from excitement and quickly made her way to huge closet. After a few seconds of rambling coming from inisde she came back holding a beautiful grey dress. It was long enough to cover my ankles, and the sparkling ornaments made it look even better.

“I made it a while ago for lady Shin, but she didn’t like it.” Miyoung explained “She hasn’t worn it even once.”

“It’s beautiful.” I said taking the fabric between my fingers “But she would recognize it during the ball.”

“She’s not going to attend because she’s currently visiting her brother.”

I looked down with a frown on my face thinking intensively. Maybe Miyoung was right? Maybe it was my chance? My chance to get to talk to Prince Jonging face to face?

“Oh, I have plenty of them.” she waved her hand “Don’t worry about that.”

I bit my lip. The dress was beautiful and Minyoung had masks. This really was my chance.

“Give me the mask.” I ordered taking the gown from her hands with my lips curled into a smirk of confidence “I’m going to Prince Jongin’s birthday.”

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