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Addams Family B-Side (2)

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually Debbie and Fester Addams One | Two (you're here!) Rick and Evelyn O'Connell One 10th Doctor and Rose (on the way! might take a little, I have plans for this one)

Hello, and welcome back to Addams Family B-Side, where I take my Addams Family Steddie idea and flip the cassette tape

This is part of a larger series in which I give Steve Harrington good parents from different shows/movies/etc. If there are any other people you think would make good parents for Steve, let me know! I'll take them into consideration and see if inspiration sparks :D

Also, there's a meme at the end, so enjoy that hfjks

As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't :^)

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Just because Steve finds Eddie Munson fascinating, that doesn't mean he's going to immediately move to wooing the guy. Well. He would, but his mother has some reasonable yet strict rules about these things, the first of all being that Steve can't like someone just for a pretty face. Or sizable personal wealth. He's got to talk to the person to figure out if they can stand each other before commencing the romancing.

Steve doesn't see himself getting a chance to talk to Eddie anytime soon, so he morosely (and it's not even fun this time) puts his fascination on the back burner for the rest of the day.

Then school ends, and Pubert has some after-school commitment, so Steve waits for him in the grossest bathroom he can find on campus. It's near the fine arts hall, has a flickering light above the mirror, and sports mold in one corner that Steve is tempted to harvest for Grandmama. He bets it'd make a great ingredient for something.

He's just about to scrape some of the mold away when the door slams open. Steve looks up in time to see Eddie (his eyes wide and somewhat terrified, and Steve is briefly angry and consumed by the thought that he's the only one who should be making Eddie scared like that) slip across the tile and crash into the wall on the far side of the bathroom.

Steve is momentarily stunned by Eddie's appearance, his heart lurching in his chest and the sudden urge to hide behind something rearing its head. In the back of his mind, he remembers his father describing the first time he saw Debbie; how he clammed up and was so in awe of her that he couldn't say a thing. Steve finally gets it. If he tried to speak right now, he'd probably only mumble or mutter something unintelligible.

Steve is about to try anyway when the door slams open again and three other boys walk in. They're wearing letterman jackets, and Steve recognizes one of them from lunch. He wasn't the boy who called Eddie a prick, but he was sitting at that table and looking particularly annoyed. Now, he just looks taken aback by Steve's presence, and the feeling is mutual.

"You're that new kid, right?" he asks, his lips pulled back in a sneer as he looks Steve up and down. "Get out."

"I was here first," Steve says, frowning slightly as he glances from the boys to Eddie. "What are you doing?"

"We're teaching this dipshit a lesson for disrespecting us," the guy says, cracking his knuckles and narrowing his eyes at Steve. "So, unless you want your ass kicked, too, get out."

Oh. This is bullying. Steve blinks, a sudden glee building in his chest. He glances at Eddie. "Were you planning to fight back?" he asks, figuring he won't take that fun away.

Eddie stares at him like he's clinically insane, and Steve is a little flattered. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Eddie asks, throwing a hand out and gesturing at the guys. "They're brick shithouses."

Steve hums softly and nods, swinging his backpack off his shoulders and opening the main pocket. As he's rummaging around, he hears the ringleader of the jocks (that's what they'd be called in a movie, he thinks) scoff at him. "Are you fucking dumb? Or are you that eager for a ride in an ambulance?" he asks.

Finally, Steve finds what he's looking for and smiles. "Oh. No. I just had to get a weapon," he says, pulling his travel mace out of his bag. He presses a button and spikes release from the ball on the end. Steve looks up at the jocks with an eager smile. "Who first?"

"What the fuck is that?!"

Steve blinks, a little worried about the public education system. "It's a weapon. A mace, to be exact. There's three of you. This evens the odds," he explains.

The three take a step back, looking at Steve like he's clinically insane, and this time he's disgusted by the gesture. "You're fucking crazy," the first one says before turning heel and leaving the bathroom. The other two follow closely behind, and Steve has to stifle the sheer disappointment.

He sighs and retracts the spikes, placing the mace back into his bag. "Are you disappointed you didn't get to fight?" Eddie asks, pulling Steve's attention back.

Eddie is noticeably more relaxed now, and he's looking at Steve like he's an enigma. That's not quite as good as clinically insane, but it's still flattering nonetheless. Steve swallows down the nerves that suddenly appear again, trying to channel his mother's calm confidence instead. "A little," he admits, zipping up his bag before slinging it back onto his shoulders. "I'm Steve, by the way. Steve Harrington."

"Oh, uh, Eddie Munson."

"I know. I saw you at lunch."

Eddie perks up a little, a smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah? And what did you think, Harrington?" he asks.

Steve stares at him for a moment before taking a step forward, the faint scent of weed and cheap body spray making its way to him. He makes a quick mental note to look into colognes for one that would fit Eddie best (perhaps something crisp and harsh like a wild blizzard with inescapable winds). "I think," Steve says, holding Eddie's gaze, "that you've got incredible conviction."

"Uh, thanks?"

"You're welcome," Steve says, studying Eddie a moment longer. "Let me know if they bother you again. I can pull out a bomb next time."

Before Eddie can respond, the door swings open for a third time. Steve looks over his shoulder and pulls back when he sees Pubert. "Ready to go?" Pubert asks, glancing between the two. "Or am I interrupting something?"

"Not interrupting. And yeah, ready to go."

"Wait, how do you know Pubert Addams?" Eddie asks, looking between the two with a frown. The emotion in his eyes is recognizable if only because Steve has seen it in his mother's eyes when someone beats her to a sale or happens to be wearing a nicer necklace. Jealousy, plain and simple.

Steve grins at Eddie, ready to soothe his jealousy when Pubert cuts in. "Save it," he says, grabbing Steve's hand, "we're gonna be late." With that, he pulls Steve out of the bathroom and down the hall.

"What was that for?" Steve asks.

"I've got to get my entertainment somehow," Pubert replies, smirking as he drops Steve's hand. "Watching someone be jealous will do for a while."

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When Steve gets home, leaving Pubert on the sidewalk without another glance because he's too excited to get inside and tell his mother about the crush that he's talked to, he finds only his father in the kitchen. Without needing to be asked, Fester says, "Debbie and Morticia went to get their nails done. It was an emergency. Apparently, Debbie couldn't tear open letters as easily anymore."

Steve nods once and drops his bag onto the island. "I'm in love," he announces.

His father freezes, a tray of roasted vegetables in his hands. A few moments pass before Fester fully processes Steve's words, and he asks, "Have you talked to them? You know your mother's rule."

"I have," Steve says, unable to help a grin, "and he's perfect."

Fester drops the tray onto the stovetop, and Steve suddenly finds himself lifted into the air and spun around. "In love! Oh, I hope it's miserable for you," Fester says.

Steve laughs, nearly tripping over his feet when Fester sets him down. "I haven't decided how to approach him yet," he admits, grabbing onto the counter for support.

"Tell me about him," Fester says, grabbing Steve's shoulders and staring intensely at him. It's like he thinks he'll be able to read Steve's mind if he refrains from blinking long enough.

Steve pushes his father into one of the chairs at the kitchen's island. "His name is Eddie Munson. He's got this wild look to him. Like, his hair is all wavy and kinda poofy like he got half-electrocuted. And his eyes are the most beautiful swamp-mud brown I've ever seen. He speaks with conviction and has a shirt with a demon head on it and has all these rings and spikes on his vest. And he looks incredible when he's terrified. I mean, if I hadn't been so angry, I would've proposed right there," Steve gushes, the words falling from him in a breathless rush.

"What made you angry?" Fester asks, quickly latching to the last point.

"These...jocks. That's what they're called. Jocks. They were chasing him for stuff he said at lunch. He made this whole speech at lunch, by the way. It was incredible. Way too short and just barely addressing the actual issues and he'd never win a single political campaign. Anyway, these jocks, they chased him into the bathroom where I was, and they had him outnumbered and were muscular, so he was scared of getting beat up, I think. They threatened to beat me up, too, which I was excited about, but they ran away when I pulled out my travel mace. I mean, how rude is that? It's just bad form to run when someone's pulled out a weapon."

"And he wasn't angry about you taking his chance to fight?" Fester asks.

"Not at all! He seemed relieved. I think he might be better with, you know, poisons or something," Steve explains, shrugging slightly. He knows everyone has their specialties; he's a master of physical brawls and fights, Pubert does best with explosives, his mother just has a way with words and manipulation, and his father can give people the creeps just by looking at them.

Fester nods, an eager grin taking over his face. "You've got to start wooing him!" he says, slapping his hand on the island counter and pushing himself out of his seat. "Start small, something to test the waters."

"Oh! I could get him a rat," Steve says, thinking of the ones that like to burrow around in their yard. They're big and fearless, and Steve used them to practice his prowling and hunting when he was young. He's got many fond memories of crouching and pouncing right before they scattered across the yard.

"Wait," Fester says, holding up a hand and thinking for a moment, "we should think like your mother. She's the most romantic person we know."

"She blew you up," Steve agrees, nodding seriously. "She'd probably say that I shouldn't give him a live rat. Because he's, uh, not like us?" Steve looks at Fester, waiting for his father to nod once in approval before continuing, "I think Mom talked about stuffed animals once. So, maybe I can get him a stuffed rat, instead."

"Yes! Good! And then you should...learn about his interests! What does he like?" Fester asks.

"I'll have to watch him to find out. I can probably make him something once I know. I mean, he's probably got normal interests, like bugs and poisons and torture practices, right? That's what most people like."

"Don't forget dancing or music."

"Right," Steve says, "dancing or music. But he'll probably have special interests, too. Like Satanism. I should watch for those."

With something akin to a plan in place, Steve leaves Fester to sneakily poison the roasted vegetables while he plans the first step of wooing Eddie.

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Ever since meeting Steve Harrington in the bathroom, Eddie has been feeling eyes on him. Not even the normal kind that are annoyed or just curious about the school's resident freak. No, these eyes are...intense. They're laser-focused on his every move and clearly filled with some kind of intentions that he can't discern.

He just doesn't know where they're coming from. When he looks around to see who's staring, he can't find anyone. It's been driving him crazy for almost a week now, and Eddie is just about ready to scream when he opens his locker and...

And finds a rat.

Like, a real rat.

Well, it's dead, but it was alive once. Eddie blinks, staring at the taxidermied rat innocently sitting on top of the pile of books and papers and folders stacked in his locker. It's big and has a surprisingly shiny brown coat, kind of like someone had given the thing a thorough wash with extra shampoo and conditioner. There's a blood-red ribbon wrapped around the rat's neck, a perfect bow tied behind its head, with a tag hanging from it. When Eddie hesitantly turns the tag over, he finds "Name: Kas" at the top and "Hope you like him" written on the bottom in careful, meticulous handwriting.

It should be creepy. It should be disturbing. Eddie should be paranoid beyond reason because how did the mystery gifter even know his locker combination? Did they stuff this rat themselves? Did they kill the rat themselves? Why the fuck would they give him a rat?

But...it's oddly...sweet? Somehow, Eddie can feel that it's not, like, a malicious gift. And he likes the rat. Kas. He likes Kas. Its fur is surprisingly soft when he picks it up, and Eddie spends a good minute just rubbing his thumb over its back.

Then he feels those eyes on him again. They're even more intense this time, like they're watching him closely to see his reaction and...oh. Is this...a weird secret admirer? Does Eddie "The Freak" Munson have a secret admirer? A weird one, sure, because who the fuck gifts taxidermied rats, but still.

He looks around, taking in the other students in the semi-crowded hallway, trying to find those eyes. He doesn't find anyone staring at him, but he does end up staring himself at Steve Harrington. The guy is leaning on a locker across the hall, inexplicably fiddling with a lightbulb as he talks to Pubert Addams, who's digging around in his own locker. If Eddie squints, he could almost convince himself that Steve's cheeks are a little pinker than normal.

After a few seconds, Steve glances up and meets his gaze. They stare at each other for a few tense moments, something building in Eddie's chest as the weight of Steve's eyes surrounds him. It doesn't feel bad, but he's not used to being the center of someone's attention like this. Normally, people are frowning when they pay attention to him. Or, if they're his friends, goading him on and joining in the joke. But this is different, like Steve finds him fascinating.

And then Pubert Addams slams his locker door shut and looks over his shoulder, eyes narrowing when he sees Eddie staring at Steve. He frowns, throws an arm over Steve's shoulders, and pulls him away. Pubert's shoulders are a little tense, his expression sour as he says something to Steve that results in one last, furtive glance at Eddie before he's out of sight.

Suddenly, nothing is more important to Eddie than figuring out what the fuck is going on between Steve Harrington and Pubert Addams.

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lovelykhaleesiii · 1 year

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Hi there, I have a request for aemond if your requests are open. It’s a little bit of hurt and comfort. I was thinking that maybe aemond had a bad day, like he lost during training or something. When he comes to bed that night his wife is there waiting for him, he snaps at her over something small and says something hurtful. She rushes out and then we get grovelling aemond, begging for her forgiveness. But she makes him work for it, she doesn’t forgive him on the first try.

It doesn’t have to follow along exactly, and don’t feel any pressure to accept if you don’t want to write it. I’m just a sucker for hurt/comfort with a lot of grovelling in between

no pressure at all!! happy to take any request, I need more mutuals in the hotd fandom 😫

ugh love a little angst, hope you enjoy xx

Work For It

PAIRING: Aemond Targaryen x fem!Reader

WORDS: 1,211.

WARNINGS: angst, swearing.

You could sense how tense Aemond had been throughout the day, progressively his mood getting worse. It started off with mother urging that he search for his older brother in God knows what dingy brothel he lured himself in, meaning he skipped an intimate breakfast with you. After endless hours of the morning, roaming the Streets of Silk, Ser Criston and himself had finally managed to find Aegon semi-unconscious in a narrow alleyway, on the corner of one of his frequented brothels. Lunging him back to the castle, Aemond was tiresome however was obedient to carry on with his duties, one of which was to train with the knights of the Kingsguard.

Usually he found himself greatly skilled against most of these men, however today it seemed he’d lost his focus. Round after round, he found himself making accidental mistakes, most that he knew he could’ve easily prevented. Had this been an actual battlefield, you would’ve been a widow, and your husband long gone. Thankfully, he survived.

You carefully observed him from a tower above. It was one of your favourite hobbies to pass time. Although, Aemond’s impatience at this point was palpable, and suddenly he snapped. He grew infuriated with himself that he called it quits, aggressively throwing his weapon on the floor, as he stormed off.

Instinctively, you wanted to chase after him, however, you’d convinced yourself it was most responsible to give him his space for now. Just some time to cool off, or so you thought he would.

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“Aemond my dear, come here. Let me help you relax.”

A few hours after Aemond had left the training yard, he’d managed to present himself to dinner with the rest of the family. However, he remained suspiciously quiet. He didn’t normally act this way, and was often able to mask his emotions, although today he seemed on edge.

Occasionally, you’d caress his hand for some reassurance and he’d simply nod or give you a half-hearted smile. Although, nothing more.

And the cherry on top, Aegon kept nagging at his mood, which did not help the situation at all. You found that his fists would curl up tightly, taking a deep breath in and out.

Finally, the day close to an end, you found yourselves alone in your shared chambers.

He slowly walked towards you, still quiet. He knelt his head down, your foreheads pressed against each other softly.

“What’s wrong, my dear? Why are you so tense today?”

“I’ve just had enough of this family, in particular Aegon’s shenanigans.”

You tugged his forearm to seat himself beside you at the edge of the bed. He collapsed by your side, exhaling a deep sigh.

He really did go above and beyond for his family, and often it would go unrewarded.

“I know my love, but he is your brother. You must understand that Aegon’s in no easy position either, he has a lot of expectations on his shoulders.”

And instantly, Aemond snapped his attention towards you, his eyes glaring at you deeply, intimidating you, as he stood himself up, his tall height towering over you.

“What did you just say?” He unnervingly uttered, a low tone, so stoic you felt chills.

“I-I didn’t mean it like that, Aemond. Y-You know I don’t-”

“Is it Aegon that deserves some understanding, this royal treatment despite neglecting his duty? Must we all bend our backs for Aegon, even if he offers nothing in return, not even an ounce of dignity.”

“Aemond, please-”

“Perhaps it should be you that best seek out our Aegon, the next time he disappears. Maybe if you offer your cunt, he’ll say and do as you please, just like a whore.”

You hadn’t noticed the tears swelling in your eyes, until this very moment.

The venom in his voice was potent, your thoughts vanished. You remained quiet as you began to cry.

You looked around the room hastily, your eyes pacing as though an answer would present itself, or that this was all just a terrible dream.

However you were brought back to reality, as Aemond yelled your name.

“Isn’t that right, Y/N?! Perhaps your liking and understanding of Aegon should best be put to use!”

And without hesitation, you felt the urge to leave. You couldn’t stand to hear any more of it.

It was a painful exchange of words, and words it seemed that Aemond did not hesitate to share.

You wondered off mindlessly outside, not aware of where you were headed, nor where to go.

You felt breathless and that the air was growing thin, immediately you directed yourself to the royal gardens, hastily walking in hopes no one could interrupt you.

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You sat alone, the cold stone bench you’d propped yourself on, as you tried desperately to catch your breath.

A whore, he resembled you to. Nonetheless for Aegon.

You hadn’t meant for the words to come out like that, only trying to reason the situation.

And it backfired terribly.

You knew you would’ve apologised, had Aemond not said what he’d said before you could.

You’d never seen him in such an ugly state. You began to feel furious as you reminisced the scene, over and over again, eventually you stopped sobbing.

From the corner of your eye, you noticed his bright, platinum hair eliminating in the darkness of the night. His head remained low, only momentarily did his eyes meet yours, before they fell to the floor.

Slowly he approached you, walking stiffly as though approaching an untamed dragon.

“Y/N, I-I’m-”

“Save your apology, Aemond. I’m in no mood to hear it.” You spat, your eyes glaring at Aemond, as he struggled to maintain eye contact.

“Please, Y/N-”

He swiftly knelt down before you, the cool light breeze grazing through the strands of his hair. His hands instinctively reached over to grip yours, although you shoved them away.

“Your words have stung me, Aemond. You knew that wasn’t what I meant and yet you twisted my words. You can feel as terrible as you want, in fact I hope you do. I may forgive you in time but I will not forget this night. Now leave me, or else I may take up on your suggestion from earlier… At least Aegon drunk, won’t bother to talk at all.”

He was lost, the tables turned. He remained still.

He’d never seen this side of you before, and knew there was no one else to blame although himself. And that would haunt him.

Of course you were no whore, and he knew how Aegon made you ill. You were simply being rational when he was blinded by fury.

Although it was too late. Hurtful words exchanged, and knowing he made you cry, plunges the knife deeper.

“Of course my dear, I can arrange to sleep elsewhere, you take the room… Just know, I am truly guilty, and this guilt will remain with me. I love you so very much, although I understand if your love has lessened. I am less a man today.”

And with that, a final stroke of your cheek and he was gone. You loved Aemond and that remained unchanged, however you felt a guard was up. Only time would tell, although you knew he’d have to work for you.

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hangmanapologist · 2 years

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Love Thy Neighbour | Bob Floyd

Bob Floyd x reader (no use of y/n)

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6.1

warnings: Bob supporting women too much and cock blocking himself in the process, my writing abilities. Idiots

A/N: I’m not sure if I’m going to continue this because I’m still not really used to writing but I love idiots to lovers and unknown mutual pining

You gripped the counter as you rolled your neck back, he’d be here in 10 minutes if he was punctual, 15 if he wanted to be casual. You had been ready for an hour though. You felt like an idiot putting on your prettiest sundress just to sit at your kitchen table, you’d even curled your hair and for some reason, only known by the heavens above, convinced yourself to shave your entire body in the shower.

You had the stereo blasting in the kitchen as you were throwing back the “cooking” wine like it was water. Why were you so nervous? It was a thank you dinner, he did a good deed and nothing more but couldn’t get the image of him in his uniform out of your head no matter how many times you tried.

You were brought out of your fantasy by a knock. Fuck. How long had you been standing there? You rushed over, suddenly inexplicably nervous as you opened the door.

He was in his civilian clothes this time. A white t-shirt and some very well fitted jeans but his hair was still neatly styled, you assumed he had been in work that afternoon. Was it wrong to wish he wore his uniform?

“I know you said white but I brought a bottle of red too.”

“Do you not trust my wine pairing abilities Bob?”

He liked when you said his name, it made him feel like his heart was going to jump out of his chest like in those old cartoons. What a beautiful way to go.

“Oh no ma’am I trust your judgement completely but one’s to go with dinner and one’s a housewarming gift.” He offered them both to you and you realised he was still standing out in the hallway. “Shit sorry come in the foods almost done.”

Once you both had the awkward reintroduction it started to flow kind of nicely, the wine was definitely helping. He had asked you all the boring questions that come with getting to know people but he seemed genuinely interested, he asked follow up questions, he was a very attentive listener but you had enough of hearing your own voice.

You tried your best to coax anything out of him. He was obviously shy but as the night went on and the bottles got emptier you could tell he was loosening up, the red glow in his cheeks gave it away.

“So you’re what? Army?” “Navy actually” with the way he ducked his head shyly when he said it, it was obviously something he was proud of. You swore you saw him blushing as he adjusted his glasses and pushed his fork around the plate.

“Pilot?” you pushed on, you were genuinely curious and he seemed just as in need of a friend. “Weapon Systems officer actually…so… y’know… not as cool.” His job excited him but he knew other people found the specifics boring, everyone just wanted to hear from the pilots which he understood.

He didn’t mind keeping to himself, he was used to it.

“Well Bob, I know nothing about jets but I think it’s very cool. I think you’re very cool.” He snorted at that one.

“You should meet my pilot Phoenix! She’s amazing and funny and I think you’d like her…” he continued rambling on, hands flying everywhere as he detailed everything that him and Phoenix did together.

Oh.

You saw the look in his eyes as he rambled about her and it was clear you misread any signals you thought you picked up. Bob Floyd seemed very much smitten with his pilot. You didn’t have the heart to stop his tangent, at least looking at him made swallowing the developing heartache in your chest easier.

“Do you mind if I use your bathroom?” he asked bouncing his leg, either he wants to leave or genuinely just needs to pee. “First door on the left” you smile using it as an opportunity to clear the table.

“Where’s your bed frame?” he leaned against the counter with his arms crossed and your eyes immediately focused on his arms straining against the fabric of his t-shirt. “Why were you in my room?” “Took a wrong turn but don’t change the subject.” “If you must know so bad, the delivery guys said they’d be back to put it together some time this week!” you tried to defend yourself but you can tell he wasn’t letting this go. Stubborn little guy wasn’t he?

“You’re not sleeping on a mattress on the floor! I’ll do it for you, c’mon you can help me.” You grabbed the half empty second bottle of wine from the counter and followed with a huff as he dragged you down your own hallway.

It was pushing 12am as the dishevelled lieutenant kneeled on your bedroom floor, putting the last few touches on your, now fully built bed frame. You were stretched out on the mattress nursing the wine for safe keeping as you talked about everything under the sun.

You felt safe with him. You never believed in love at first sight but he was maybe the damn closest you’d ever get to it. Plus looking at the way his hands worked was also quite entertaining.

If he didn’t obviously have a girlfriend you would have let him take you on the floor right there and then. He kept bringing Phoenix up, he obviously was making sure you knew. Oh sweet torture.

“Congratulations on having a bed frame” he said as he rose to his feet and offering a hand to pull you up off the floor. What you didn’t expect was to be pulled from the floor like a rag doll.

Oh he was strong.

“How did you get that done so quick?”

“It’s part of my job description to be good with my hands” he cringed as soon as the words left his mouth, you’d definitely think he was a creep now.

Who says that the second time they meet the pretty girl next door? He desperately hoped that the ground to swallow him whole but he could never think straight when you looked at him, everything just came out like word vomit.

He helped you get the mattress on the bed frame. To say you were any help would be a lie, all the heavy lifting was him. Without a second thought both of you flopped down on the mattress.

The alcohol was catching up on you and he had just spent the last 2 hours performing free manual labour because he had a pathetic crush on what was basically a complete stranger.

Both of you stared at the ceiling wordlessly wondering who was going to move first.

“At least we know it’s sturdy.” “Are you saying you doubted me?”

He turned his head to the side and you studied his features in the low light of the bedside lamp. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were heavy lidded but this time he didn’t try look away.

He studied every single freckle before he had the courage to meet your eyes. “If the moon had a face it would be you” he thought. At that moment he would have told you his deepest secrets if you had just asked.

“I should be going, don’t want Nat to be mad at me in the morning.”

You turned your face back to the ceiling so he couldn’t see it fall.

He protested when you tried to get up and walk him to the door, insisting you continue to enjoy not sleeping on the floor tonight.

You heard the door shut softly as you closed your eyes.

“Goodnight Bob Floyd.”

#BE NICE TO ME IM NERVOUS #bob floyd #neighbours to lovers #bob floyd x reader #✍️#my writing #top gun maverick

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ratsetflummi · 25 days

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Okay, now the FUNNIEST Legend of Drizzt moments. *gets popcorn*

uhhh, how much time do you have?

i need to put this under a read more, because i ended up finding one scene per book on average

told you that this series is actually a comedy

1) that time when drizzt thought that three lighting bolts aimed directly at his face were just a friendly sparring session, and then immediately got distracted and forgot all about that attempted assassination because he saw a cat

2) drizzt and zaknafein both going "oh no, he is lost to the evil ways of our people, i would do the world a service by killing him" at each other, but not doing anything about it

3) the first thing we ever learn about jarlaxle being that he has special gay pride merch that is enchanted so you can still see that it's supposed to be a rainbow even in complete darkness

4) that one human wizard drizzt ran into in the middle of the underdark. just. that wizard's entire existence. why does he have a german accent. why does he keep shooting lightning bolts out of his tower when they keep being reflected back at him. rip brister fendlestick, you were only in that one scene, but i miss you every day

5) the mindflayers going "fwoop!" when they shoot a blast of brain melting energy at you

6) drizzt: who are you? you are not my father! zombie!zaknafein: no, i am your… mother!

7) drizzt learning what a skunk is

8) that one wizard that entreri was travelling with in streams of silver messing up her knock spell and dropping entreri's belt instead, and entreri going against what you would expect from his archetype in that kind of story (which would be getting angry and possibly violent) and just sarcastically going "oh wow, great job" and calmly picking his belt up again

9) drizzt casually revealing that he can juggle, suggesting that either he juggles as a hobby (unlikely) or implying some interesting things about drow weapon training

10) entreri choosing to put sewer water in his mouth just to gain little tactical advantage (and then still losing the fight anyway)

11) entreri showing up disguised as regis, dropping his own name in conversations weirdly often under the assumption that the companions are way more worried about him than they actually are, and the companions being completely oblivious about regis acting way differently than normal

12) entreri's insistence that he and drizzt are great rivals, while drizzt can barely be bothered to remember that entreri exists

13) drizzt training a seal to retrieve guenhwyvar's figurine from the bottom of the ocean

14) the heart-shaped drizzt-seeking locket. the fact that that exists, as well as the fact that entreri had that back in the peak rivalry days

15) entreri casually introducing himself as mister do'urden for absolutely no good reason (i genuinely still don't know why he did that)

16) jarlaxle: kimmuriel, you are the leader of the bregan d'aerthe now, i'm going on a road trip with entreri kimmuriel: i'm what?! entreri: you're doing what?!

17) entreri going to the effort of painting jarlaxle's silhouette on the wall to throw knives at the crotch

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20) jarlaxle being peak peacock in promise of the witch-king

21) jarlaxle throwing pies at a random couple in a bakery because he mistook them for assassins

22) the reveal that jarlaxle and kimmuriel were just casually watching entreri fuck his girlfriend

23) the several scenes in pirate king where salvatore seemingly forgot that regis is a halfling, because drizzt keeps putting his arm around regis' shoulders and walking away like that, when really regis' shoulders should be down somewhere around drizzt's knees

24) a manifestation of mielikki coming to carry catti-brie to the afterlife, catti-brie responding that she needs to go sleep with her husband first, and mielikki allowing this and just coming back for her in the morning

25) entreri and dahlia behaving in a way that i can only describe as two teenage girls fighting over their mutual crush

26) the entire scene when they threw charon's claw into the primordial pit and entreri failed to die

27) drizzt: come on an adventure with me! entreri: drizzt, it's two in the fucking morning, what the fuck

28) drizzt making puppy eyes at entreri so he will please go on an adventure with him and entreri just closing the door in his face

29) the entire soap opera that was drizzt and dahlia's relationship

30) kimmuriel walking in on jarlaxle sleeping with at least two drow of undisclosed gender and just standing there and staring until jarlaxle finally puts on his trousers

31) jarlaxle's constant innuendos and seeming inability to shut up about his sex life

32) jarlaxle looking completely calm and composed from the outside at all times, but any scene from his pov revealing that he has no idea what he is doing and is lowkey panicking half the time

33) catti-brie: drizzt is my husband, i have been brought back to life to help him and not for anything else bruenor: yeah, same! uh, except that he isn't my husband

34) the dragons flirting with drizzt and drizzt kinda panicking about how to reject them without being eaten as revenge

35) jarlaxle finding drizzt down in a tunnel fighting demons, and just pulling an entire fine dining set out of his hat and having fancy dinner while his bird is ripping more demons apart just around the corner

36) the reveal that jarlaxle is bald because of repeated fireballs to the face

37) this instance of everyone rolling nat1s on their geography check

38) jarlaxle threatening people with knowledge of his kinks

39) random citizen: she's so pretty jarlaxle: yes, thank you, finally someone who recognizes my beauty

#the drow books

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fueledbysano · 2 years

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𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐔𝐌 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄. Izana Kurokawa

Being away for a while from his queen finally pays off...

♱ pairing: izana x afab!reader

♱ content/warnings: MATURE. MDNI. phone sex, mutual masturbation, degrading, pet names, unprotected sex, breeding, mentions of pregnancy, cock warming.

♱ a/n: late post for the king's birthday. i love and miss him so much. he deserves love and the greatest head. repost bc it didn't show up in the tags last time around!

Izana stands on the corner of the bed with a face of utter nonchalance, as if he was merely waiting for a bus on a spring day, glass of champagne in hand; and unloading a gun with the other. Last week he took that same glock and shot it into some dude's head. Failure to comply with their end of the deal being the reason behind, leaving Izana and his most trusted men stranded in the shady corners of Manila, Philippines to deal with the burden themselves.

Without the morals of a sewer rat, no one can hold a position of leadership. For all of their "code," the most savage scum-bag regulations are the only ones that matter. It's either— be more savage or more devoted. That is how his organization operated.

The man is lost in fantasy land until the most important person in his life crosses his mind, then he morphs into someone no one sees— but you.

The hotel room was the perfect array of home-y hues, for they gave a sense of home away from home, of a place of comfort and luxury.

However, Izana feels the exact opposite without having his queen with him.

This longing had become a road he could walk forever, but to see you would be such a sweet relief.

Missing you is his secret hobby; so secret he often omits to tell himself until he is left with no choice but to go on without you for two weeks.

Stashing the weapon away and draining the liquor down his throat, Izana slumped at the fresh sheets for once then scrolled through his messages and eyed for your name.

He was only one hour behind your timezone back home, deciding to leave you a good night message for bed.

“Hey, sweetheart. Miss you so fucking much.” He spoke upon pressing on the voice record icon, watching the lines react to his raspy voice.

“I want to hold you…” His eyes fell shut at the thought.

“I want to touch you…” A smirk follows shortly.

“I really wanna see your pretty face, and that gorgeous body…” He could picture the image in his mind crystal clear— and his guard is completely down by this point upon feeling shivers when the cold air hits the skin exposed by his cotton robe.

“Fuck, I wanna be inside you.” The vulnerability in his voice was evident from how airy his words started to sound, which would soon grow into moans.

“Fuck, [ Y / N ]...” Izana shamelessly moaned into the speaker of his phone at the thought of you, throwing his head back along with the action.

“Wanna kiss every inch…” This was his last message before noticing that you have seen his voice messages. Izana bit his lip in anticipation, giving you time to listen to his sweet messages before typing out, “call me now babygirl.”

and back home, you wasted no time hitting that call button which was immediately answered by your fianceé.

“Good evening, my love.” He answers sweetly, releasing every butterfly in your heart.

“Good evening, handsome. Is someone needy tonight?” You replied, sliding into Izana’s spot on your shared bed.

“Mmmh, of course I fucking am. I haven't touched you in weeks.” You could picture the pout on his face.

”I see how that can be frustrating.”

“It is, darling. I can't wait to get home.” He talks sweetly while you prepare to send a couple of your photos to him.

“When I get there, I want you to—oh, fuck.” Your fianceé was interrupted by the buzz of his phone, and his screen suddenly displayed a collection of your nudes.

“I know you missed me, so… I took some treats for you today.” You tease. A flood of endorphins escalated through your lover’s body like wildfire, a few moments in his imagination of what he wanted to do with your body released him from his troubles— taking him into a place where pleasure is nigh.

“Are you touching yourself, babe?” You purr from the other line, acknowledging the dead air in the line.

“You bet I am, keep talking.”And you were right— Izana let his slender hand slip into the gap of his night robe, just below the sash that tied it shut.

“How does it feel to jerk it to my nudes? D’you miss it when I bounce myself on your thick cock?”

“It makes me so horny knowing that I’ve made a dirty little slut out of you…” Izana awed, teasing his tip with the pad of his thumb as he listened to your words.

“Mmh, I wish I was there to take you in my mouth until you’re spilling down my throat…”

“Fucking whore. Ahhh~” Izana suppressed thrusting up to his fist once he stroked his length in sync with his thumb.

“I need you to please yourself too, baby. Put two fingers in your pussy for me.” He spoke.

“Yes sir.” And without hesitation, you do as he told, discarding your panties then sliding your fingers into your slick entrance.

“Rub your g-spot. Nice and slow.” You fried your best to recall and mirror the curling of his fingers when his fingers are inside you; the way his slim and strong fingers nudged a deep spot within you.

“Ohhh, fuck! Aghhh!”

“Oh yeah? Does that feel good, sweetheart? You wish those were my fingers buried in you, don’t you?” Izana teased as if he could read your mind.

“Mhm.”

“Add another finger.”

“Agh! Oh fuck!” You were desperate for release when your pussy stretches to accommodate your third digit, morning mindlessly thrusting them harder which amplified the sound of your slick juices.

“Did I tell you to speed up? Patience, baby.” You weren't aware that you're phone was picking up the wetness of your cunt, surprised that your lover on the other line was able to hear it.

With a pout, you steady your motions into slower thrusts.

“There we go… What a good girl.” Izana praised, continuing to touch himself on his side of the continent.

He could still hear your slick pussy reacting to your finger movements, however, this time at a slow pace— which he matched his fist's movement with, imagining that it was your pussy lifting and dropping itself on his shaft.

“I can tell you’re doing such a good job, babygirl. Now, go faster and cum for me.” Izana sped up his actions for once, pumping his full shaft into his fist and subconsciously thrusting his hips upward as he listened to the amplified, rough sounds of your wet cunt.

“Honey, I want to see you cum!” You blow his mind with your commands and he's putty in your hands from then on. After all, he finds it hard to say no to his number one.

“Fuck yessss, [ Y / N ]...” Quickly turning his camera on then focusing it into his flushed cock, Izana spurts his release in sync with a throaty moan, hand buckled on his phone as he sought to give you a perfect view of him dirtying the sheets and his robe with thick strings and beads of his cum.

“Oh! God, oh fuck!” Soon enough, you were next to climax, and Izana could only wish he was there to treat your pussy with the most loving laps and kisses.

“I love you, Izana. I can’t wait for you to come home.” You whispered.

“I love you too, princess. Now go get some sleep. I’ll call you in the morning.”

—

With a smile on your face and a lingering glow from your orgasm the night prior, it was given that you woke up particularly blooming that morning.

After receiving your daily morning text from Izana, you were off to run errands at the mall in a good mood. On the way home, you happen to pass by a Victoria’s Secret outlet and decide to treat yourself with some new cute sets and perfume. Thanks to your fianceé who let you have his black card while he is away. At the end of the day, he’ll love what you got from your little shopping, anyways.

Soon enough, night fell the blue haze of the day and lifted to reveal the stars. You still missed Izana, wishing he could end his business already and come home to you.

So in anticipation, you got your new lingerie cleaned for a little fitting.

You were proud of how cute it looked on you as you stood before the full mirror in front of you and Izana’s bed.

Its pale pink tones complement your skin beautifully, hugging your figure like a perfect fit. However, a yawn strikes you shortly, feeling your body yearning for the comfort of the mattresses.

So in a dawdle, you didn’t mind discarding your current outfit and laid on the sheets stomach first, picking up a book from your night stand in order to slowly help you get into a deep sleepy state.

Although, unbeknownst to you yet, Izana’s jet plane landed an hour ago, and he had already arrived at your penthouse just minutes prior.

“Hi babies...” Upon entering, Izana was pleased with how you kept the fish tank clean, lively with colorful designs and healthy fishes. And the house plants— he could tell that they were well-taken care of and healthier than he remembers.

Just as expected, he noticed the tidiness of your home, especially the freshly-washed glass on the counter. It was your nightly glass of milk, which means you had gone off to bed to read yourself to sleep.

With a smile, Izana discards his coat and gloves, relaxing into the comfort of your home as he heads upstairs to your bed.

His heart thumps faster than ever when he spots your frame on the bed. Your choice of outfit and your ass being the first thing in sight was enough to drive hin in the mood. Your back was facing him, and so he took the opportunity to quietly crawl into bed as stealthy as he can, then laying on his side as soon as he reaches you.

“Hey, sweetheart…” He charmed, brushing his fingers down your spine.

With a gasp, you immediately took out your earbuds and turned to your fiancée.

“You're home!” You greeted sweetly.

“Hi, princess.” Izana’s chuckle came hoarse as he wasted no time latching his lips on the exposed skin of your back. “Is this a new set, angel?” He asks, toying the lace of the leg piece before snapping it to your skin. “Yes…”

“You used my card, yeah?”

“Yes…”

“And you bought just these? Next time, get more stuff for yourself, okay?” You blush at his remark and almost immediately, you let out an audible moan when you felt his fingers hoist over your panties.

“So cute…” He awed, before flipping you onto your back so he could see your pretty face this time.

“I missed you, honey.” You pout and let your hands rest on his nape. “I know, darling. I missed you too.” He spoke in between tender kisses.

“Sweetheart, keep in mind that I love you…” His pupils was blown with lust as he examined your body,

“Because I’m about to pound you like I fucking don’t.” You felt blood rush to your core and shivers down your spine as he whispered the words into your ear, breath shaky in anticipation from the intense longing pent up in your core.

With one swift movement, Izana eased his shirt off with grace, tossing it into a random spot in the room followed by his trousers.

His body is strong, yet it needs love, needs to feel the gentle touch of you for real soulful strength.

You pumped him a few times, drawing more breathless noises out of his lips as he admired you underneath him until he let his hand shift from your cheeks down your lips.

That was when he pushed his length into your entrance with one grand thrust and hummed affirmatively. Your tongues entwine in a kiss, changing your breathing with every thrust, hearing your moans timed to his body. Then all at once he stops and kisses from your breasts, his hands light; then he's licking and using his fingers all at once, watching your reaction, feeling how your legs move, watching your body writhe.

“You’re such an obedient slut, you like to be treated rough, babe?” He tells he’s going to make you beg for it, and you just let out a moan, unable to articulate a response. and in seconds, he’s fucking you harder anyways, pleased to hear your cries as he dives harder into your soft cunt.

The pleasure was making Izana slightly dizzy, yet he tried to keep his eyes on yours the whole time, focused solely on pounding away the pent up sexual frustration from he was away.

You will never get over how the intensity in his eyes made your heart flutter and your stomach flip.

Feeling seriously close to your orgasm, Izana stopped his motions all at once. “Oh fuck.” You breathed out when the knot in your core pulled back in an instant, and Izana was soon laid on the bed by your side.

“Ride it.” He ordered, stroking himself a few times. So in a hurry, you immediately sit yourself on his length and rocked your hips slowly forward, then back. “What a desperate, needy slut.” Izana grunted softly against your ear, making eye contact with himself through the mirror in front of the bed before giving your ass a loud smack.

You lifted your hips, feeling his length slide out before slamming your hips back down, and Izana reacted in an instant, as his hands flew to your hips. He loved the way his girth perfectly nudged against your g-spot as whenever you rode him in this pace.

He watched you bounce on his cock with his jaw hanging open, soft groans escaping from his throat and nails digging crescents on your hips as he observed his dick slip in and out of you.

He rocked softly upwards into you, and you whimpered slightly, bracing your arms on his chest. You may argue that you go slow on purpose at times in order to turn the tables and make him desperate to fuck you harder.

But once he gets tired after a solid couple of minutes, you initiate on practically bouncing on his cock, hearing each other's mix of juices slop in your abused hole.

“Fuck, I'm getting close. You think you can take all this load, princess?” You almost gasped at the idea of your fiancee filling you up after so long.

“I'm gonna fuck you until you're knocked up with my baby…” You didn't even flinch when he pushed you back onto the mattress then lifted your legs into a mating press as he whispered into your ear.

“Fuck yes…” You breathed out, letting Izana hit the deepest spots inside of you, swearing that he had already reached your cervix at this point.

Izana's slim fingers made their way to your clit, where he rubbed you in time with his deep thrusts.

It was too much— you felt your orgasm crash down on your senses, sweeping any capability you had to breathe properly and think.

With your climax, you clamped down on him, and he lost it, finally expelling all his pent up release; no doubtedly filling your insides with it.

If you weren't already running short on breath, Izana lets himself fall on your chest as he regains his breath, your chests touching and rising against each other in attempts to come down from your high.

Still inside of you, Izana stills his hips down there before leaning forward for a kiss. Your hands planted firmly on his chest, returning the kiss with matched love and passion. “I love you so much, angel. Y'were such a good girl for me…” He kisses your forehead.

“I love you too…” You spoke truthfully, finally grateful to be able to have the love of your life back home safely and in your arms.

“Wanna stay inside me?” You offered, noticing that he had his arms already clinging onto your body without any plans to move.

“Yes please…” He spoke breathlessly.

And with that, you held him in a close embrace and ran your hands through his sweaty silver locks, shortly falling into sleep afterwards.

He said he was gonna fuck you like he doesn't— but truthfully, you felt nothing but love for each other the entire time. He missed you just as much.

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jung-shook-iieee · 1 year

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Pairing: yoongi x reader (f).

Genre: enemies to lovers, assassin one shot, smut, 18+.

Summary: Yoongi hates you. But does he?

Word count : 3k

Warnings: Dom yoongi, sub reader, semi-public sex, lots of teasing, both are assassin, mature themes, explicit themes, NSFW, swearing/ cursing, hair pulling, choking, Manhandling, degrading, praise kink, use of nicknames.

Hey, there pretty boy. “ Yoongi sucked in a breath the moment he heard your sweet but irritating voice. He clenched his fist before turning around. You were there like always, a stupid smirk on your pretty face. Your eyes challenged him every time you two were together on a mission. Of course, he wanted to wipe that smug off your face.

” Didn’t knew Joon would count you in this time too. “ Yoongi mumbled through his clenched teeth and you shrugged nonchalantly. ” And here I thought you love my company, yoongles. .!! “ You threw a flying kiss at him. He wanted to shut your smart mouth, he was tired of it now. Maybe he could put good use to your pretty mouth?

” You just love getting on my nerves, don’t you? “ Yoongi snarled. You giggled and yoongi thought how can you be so shameless. ” No baby, you know the truth…I’m here because namjoonie needs me and so do you.“ You sang the last part at his face. He scoffed as if he really needed you. You are indeed good with weapons and you know the in’s and out of the black market very well but that doesn’t mean he needs you.

” Bold of you to assume the I need you, you’re nothing but a walking trouble. “ Yoongi scoffed walking past you and checking the earphones for any signal. He was trapped with you at this point. Namjoon didn’t tell him that you were going to be there with him.

The comments did nothing but made you laugh. You were used to his sharp tongue. Though he never said something by his heart and you never took his words on your heart. There was an unsaid mutual understanding between you two. He respected you even though you sometimes cross your limits but he never did. And that’s what you love about him.

” And now I’m trouble for you? You make me sad yoongi" Your voice pitched higher as you dramatically blamed him. Yoongi hissed at the sharp and high-pitched tone of your voice. He quickly shoved another earpiece in his ears to avoid going deaf.

“ For God’s sake just stop begging for my attention. Will you? ” Yoongi glared at you. You could swear you felt something stirring in the pit of your belly. He looked so hot when he’s angry!. And especially because of you…that’s why you always rile him up.

“ The world doesn’t revolve around you kitty.! Stop being delusional just accept that you like me and I swear I won’t tell anyone.!! ” You whispered teasingly, wiggling your eyebrows and you could see how hard he is trying to control himself.

Yoongi’s patience was running thin, he’s tired of your witty and stupid remarks. The hell you called him kitty? How dare you laugh at him? He hates you. Yes, he does and that’s enough to work him up. He just couldn’t control his beast anymore and In a blink of an eye, he pinned you against the rusty and cold walls of the old tunnel.

You barely got any time to move as he pinned you. It was unexpected. Yoongi was all bark no bite, he never raised his hands on you no matter how much you worked him up. A sharp gasped left your mouth as you felt the cold surface on your back and the fact the Min fucking Yoongi is so close to you made your legs jelly and mind blank.

Yoongi’s wrist on your neck was warm. Heck, his whole body was so warm. That’s the first time in 6 years you’re feeling him this close. From the beginning , you guessed he’s the least friendly among them and quite unreachable. His aura always told you to stay away because he doesn’t give two fucks about anyone except his brothers. So, instead of showing your true emotions towards him, you started throwing your snarky remarks at him. But he never did anything intimidating. Till now.

You were dropping hints of how badly you wanted him to wreck you all this time. All that teasing and challenges were about working him up and this cold-hearted idiot never got them until now. And now that you were finally getting what you desired the most, you just couldn’t hide your happiness.

Your lips curled up in a smile as you took in his strong yet calm Cologne. Yoongi’s eyes widened realizing that he probably crossed a limit here. As he was pulling himself back you grabbed his waist with your free hand making him halt and look into your mischievous eyes.

“ What do you think you’re doing. ” Yoongi narrowed his eyes and his breath was fanning over your lips, giving you a hint of mint chocolate he ate before. You raised your neck a little, “ Were you going to shut me up? If yes, then why are you backing off? Did you scare kitty? ” You whispered the words on his lips making his body stiff.

Yoongi knew what you were doing. He was done with your teasing. But your calm attitude didn’t sit right with him. He could immediately feel the blood rushing to his cock, his heartbeats were increasing, and his body went stiff feeling your touch. No way he’s going to burn alone. You should burn with him.. and he’ll make sure of it…

Yoongi tsked as he pressed his body closer to you. Now it was clear that there’s no space between you two. You felt your panties dampening as yoongi wrapped his long fingers around your neck. The metal rings on his fingers felt foreign on your skin. It was an unexpected move and so you couldn’t help yourself but a whimper left from your lips. Your eyes widened realizing what you just did and yoongi’s lips curled up in a teasing smirk. Of course, he knew his effect on you.

“ All I have to do is… Squeeze a little, right? ” Yoongi whispered in your ears. His voice sent chills down your spine. His hot breath fell on your cheeks making your face heat up. He looked into your eyes again, you stared into his dark eyes… Even in the dimly light, you were able to admire his soft yet dangerous features. Yoongi’s face looked prettier than ever. You studied his features with your eyes until you looked at his soft lips. You were well aware that yoongi is witnessing everything with his own eyes yet you couldn’t help yourself but grab his soft black curls and kissed him.

Yoongi was shocked. It was unexpected, it took him a moment to realize that you were kissing him. He was spellbound. He only imagined kissing you in his dreams but this time it was real. But quickly he gave in to feeling the feeling of your lips. It didn’t take him long until he’s kissing you passionately gripping your neck firmly. Your fingers curled in his messy black hair as you finally get to feel his delicious lips.

Yoongi’s kissing was bruising and overwhelming as he nipped at your lips with his teeth. He took his time exploring your mouth, sucking your tongue messily. He gave you a moment to breathe and again started kissing you like there was no end to it. You’ve only read in books about these types of kisses, but it was the first time you were experiencing this. You whinned when he pulled back, he smirked looking at your worn-out expressions. He wanted to wreck you so bad.

“ God!! Look at you. Just one kiss and you’re already whining? ” His cruel words were arousing you even more. You wanted more of this, more of him. His lips looked swelled and wet, you wanted to kiss him again. You gripped his black locks and again took his lips in your mouth but he pulled back and his grip over your neck was more firm.

“ I’m taking the control here princess, you just gotta listen to me and be a good girl for me. Yeah??? ” He asked as he gripped your neck tighter making your lips part. You only moaned in response but of course, he needed your consent so you mumbled a small yes.

In a moment he turned you around making you face the wall, he again pressed his body against yours. He grabbed your hair, “ Gotta fuck the brat out of you. Will you let me? ” He whispered in your ears while he spanked your ass. You let out a squeak as you felt the stinging sensation but you liked it and you moaned in return. “ What a fucking dumb princess huh? You were so talkative and now? Can’t even speak anything??… ” He licked a long strip on your cheeks as you shuddered in his grasp.

He made you dumb in seconds. Messing with Min Yoongi was surely no joke. Whether be in the field or in bed, yoongi always liked the control. “ Yes please..!!! " You moaned. He again slapped your other butt cheek and " Ohmygod. ” Left from your mouth, making him chuckle.

“ See all you need is a little discipline and you are all good. ” Yoongi taunted you while nipping at your earlobe. You tried to free your hands from his bruising grip but he only held your hand tighter making you whimper. “ Be a good girl for me… Will you? ” Yoongi warned you one more time and this time you nodded your head.

Yoongi managed to push down your pants and fumbled your ass cheeks a little before spanking them. God. He loved the feeling of your ass. He already thought of different ways to tame you. Yoongi fumbled with his pants and took out his hard cock. He spread your legs and felt the wetness around your core. There was a lot he must say. He was dying to taste you but he’ll save that for the next time.

You waited in anticipation as stroked his cock and rubbed through your wetness before tapping it on your swollen clit. “ Please… ” Your voice was more like music to his ears, and he wanted more of that. He pressed his bulbous head and pushed his length inside of you. You threw your head back… He was huge… You could only feel his head inside and it’s already stretching your walls.

He pulled back and pushed again a few more times until you relaxed in his grip. Just when you guessed he was completely in he gave a thrust again making you gasp loudly. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you realized he was much bigger than you imagined. “Oh, my god yoongiii.!!! ” You screamed as you felt his pelvis pressed against your ass.

“ What? Never had a dick before? Don’t worry I’ll show you the real deal baby. ” His words aroused you even more, and a wave of shame and arousal washed over you. He dug his fingers hard in your soft waist as he picked up his speed. He started thrusting harder turning you into a puddle of arousal. His thrusts were fast and animalistic, it felt as if he wanted to break you in two. You cried when you felt him even deeper than before. He was a beast and you’ll make sure to feed him.

“ What happened princess? too much? can’t take it? want me to stop?” Yoongi cockily inquired when you cried out his name. you shook your head in a no and he spanked your ass harder this time. “ words baby words.” he snarled and whimpered a “ no, please don’t stop. " Yoongi smiled witnessing your state.

it was indeed too much, you snaked your hand over your clit and started rubbing it slow when yoongi caught your hands before you could bring yourself some relief. ” yoongi please…“ you pleaded ” please what y/n ? can’t hear you.“ he teased. In any other circumstances, you would’ve hit him for all this teasing but right now he was in control, you were at his mercy tonight.

And to be honest, you were loving the way he was handling you, you dreamt of this moment for so long… Always imagined how would he treat you while taming you but it’s different than your dreams. You’re feeling the difference and you’re liking it for sure. You wanted more. he was dragging you towards the pool of pleasure.

” Touch me.. Please… “ You finally breathed out. Yoongi kissed your hair, ” I’m touching you baby. “ Yoongi ghosted his fingers on your lower tummy. You groaned Irritatingly as he played dumb. ” Touch me there. Please. “ You were so shameless all this time but now? You can barely form any sentence let telling yoongi to do something be alone.

” And exactly where do you want me to touch y/n? You better not waste my time darling. “ A shiver ran down your spine hearing his dark chuckle. It was clear he was taking his time tormenting you. ” Yoon- “ You tried saying something but it came out as a moan when yoongi slowly pushed his cock deeper into you making you feel every inch of his.

” Oh, baby I would love to see this expression of yours every day “ Yoongi chuckled slipping in and out slowly breaking you into two. He knew the pressure is too much but you have to obey him to get what you want. That’s how it works anyways.

" Touch my pussy please, please..please... ” God the way you begged made yoongi growl. He could instantly feel himself Cumming inside of your little hole. He placed his fingers on your clit and started rubbing it fastly. The cool metal rings were making contact with your clit sending a jolt in your body. You instantly cried at the intensity of his fucking.

Fuck baby, Yoongi moaned as he continued fucking you slowly as he rubbed your clit. “ OhhYoongi! Fuck! Oh so good.!! You moaned unable to form any word correctly. "Want anything else baby? You wanted my fingers and I’m giving them to you. What else do you want mhmm?” Yoongi’s pace was still slow but his fingers and his rings were making you feel dizzy.

“ Yoongi… Just... ” Again you couldn’t form your sentence correctly as your legs were shaking. “ What?? What do you want baby tell me and I’ll give it to you. ” Yoongi cooed at you, he swore he could feel you clenching tight around his dick. “ Just. Just fuck me harder daddy,please. ” You squeaked out loud. If it weren’t yoongi’s body pressing yours against the wall you swear you could’ve fallen right now.

“ That’s my girl. ” Yoongi kissed the corner of your lips as he started thrusting harder and faster. You held on to the nearest pillar for your dear life as yoongi resumed pounding you. The pleasure and pain were immense yoongi heard you blabbering something incoherent. He didn’t care, to be honest, he loved the way he made you dumb. “ Yeah take it. You begged for it so now take it like a good little girl. ” He was continuously speaking filth as he pounded you hard.

“ Look at you baby so fucked up just for me right? I’m gonna keep you… Gonna fuck you every day like this. Gonna make you mine… Goddd you’re so tight fuck…!!!! " This time yoongi moaned as he felt you clenching around his dick. Yoongi was so deep in pleasure he wanted to bask in your pleasure every fucking day.

” YesYesYesYes… Please don’t stop… I’m yours please just don’t… “ His dirty talking and his thrust were bringing you close to your orgasm. You felt yourself clenching so hard around his dick that you pressed your face on the walls as he fucked you.

” Mmh yes baby don’t you dare waste a single drop, cum around me I can feel you’re close. Cum princess. “ Yoongi cooed at you while rubbing your clit fastly. He felt you Cumming around his dick and damn!!!!!! You were sure this was the best orgasm of yours till now. Yoongi didn’t stop he only moaned in response.

Soon you felt him Cumming deep inside you. Yoongi panted as he rode through his high. He placed a chaste kiss on your lips as regained his breath. You fell down as your legs were numb yoongi too sat down next to you and dragged you on his lap. ” You are going to keep it safe here. “ Yoongi again pushed his fingers In your pussy to make sure his cum stays inside you. You grabbed his face and kissed him one more time.

” See I told you they acted all along. “ You both jerked up as you guys heard jungkook’s voice from the earpiece. Both of your faces heated up realizing that the microphone was still on. ” The fuck yoongi. “ You whispered screamed at him. Yoongi looked genuinely embarrassed because now everyone knew you two fucked.

” I’m sorry. “ Yoongi said to you. ” Don’t be sorry Hyung I won the bet because of you. “ Jungkook laughed and taehyung groaned at the back.

” It wasn’t for you idiot.“ yoongi barked through.

What did you two fuckers even bet? ” You asked. “ Well gguk said you two like each other and would probably fuck since you two are alone there but our taehyungie said otherwise. ” Hoseok chimed in between making you groan silently.

“ I’m going to kill you both. ” Yoongi threatened as he double-tapped on the earpiece and shut off his microphone. A moment or two passed as you both sat there silently. “Did you mean it though? ” You asked looking into his eyes. He looked confused but answered honestly.

“ No, I won’t kill them I’ll just rip their- ” “ No yoongi not that. ” You spoke in between cutting him off. Now he was even more confused. “ You said you’ll keep me and make me yours something like that. ” You avoided his gaze as you reformed your question.

Yoongi chuckled realizing what you meant. He kissed your forehead and then pressed his own on yours. “ Hmm you’re mine now and I won’t let you go baby.!!”

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 4 months

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Shout to D.M ehehe ❛ now, i'll ask again, are you going to be good for me? ❜ xoxox

I am very weak to french (sorry i googled all the words used here) and this skin is literally french Moriarty lol

Rated Mature | Warning: use of drugs (truth serum like)

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You are out of breath, hands gripping an iron pick from the fireplace, and the room is partly destroyed from your fit of rage. Rightfully, “Don't!” As Tuberose attempts to get the weapon out of your hand.

No one blames the reaction you are currently having, the drug is known to cause hallucinations and it seems paranoia is part of it.

“Mon petit gâteau,” The man sitting in the chair in front of you, the one who gave you this drug (slipped into the tea you drank), calls to you, causing you to turn towards him, “Give him the poker.” A command, “You are going to hurt yourself.”

“Shut up!” You are absolutely terrified right now, “Let me out right now!” You need to get out, the walls are closing, and ringing in your head is killing you. “I need to find… Find.”

“Find who, mon amour?” A raised eyebrow as the mastermind leans forward, “Tell me and we will find him together.” How disappointing, he had hoped to trust you.

“My father,” Swinging wildly the second the other man gets closer, “He will hear about this!” You are so tired and scared.

“Mélodis.” But both men knew that given you knew the drink was lace yet you still took it. A show of faith and your willingness to bear a test for your fiance. Though this side effect is rare, poor you. Tuberose is worried, his voice says it all.

“I want to go home!” Falling on your knees in the corner beside the fireplace, curling up while holding close your only means of defense.

It does hurt his calculating heart to his little love in such a state but he must be sure, seems you are clueless about the battle between him and his rival.

Getting up and singling Tuberose to leave, D.M. kneels in front of you, “Just us, little love.” You tremble like a scared pup, “Sh, sh, come here.” And you do, the poker drops to the floor and you throw yourself into his arms. The man holds you, squeezing you close, as you sob into his chest. The whimpers of fear and constant begging to go home.

Perhaps the dosage was too strong.

Désire Mélodis is not a jealous man, he is quite secure in his place in this arrangement between your family and him. A mutual agreement that he only is using to his advantage, yet he had not expected to be charmed by you. There is nothing special about you, nothing mystical or fantastic, you are plain compared to a man like him and those around him. Yet, maybe it is the plainness that draws him close to you.

Boring can be nice at times.

You like him too though it took a while to get you to this point of actually being around him. An introvert who would rather be at home playing some matter of game with their siblings or reading a book. The first part of the courting was him having you get out of the house.

“I would rather watch paint dry, goodbye. You told him at the door before closing it on him. The lord is not one to chase but in this case, he chased.

“You have tickets!?” He found your weakness for musicals. You hid behind that door then opened it a little more. “I want to be home immediately after!”

What a shy thing you are, or maybe you prefer your isolation? Either way, he felt no need to be jealous or worried about you leaving him.

Yet, when the new maid reported about you crossing with the female detective… He felt strange. D.M. is not one to easily trust, yet with you he found himself at ease. As if you spellbound his heart. He let the first meeting be a coincidence. There was no sign of betrayal, you returned to him telling him about your walk including the part about meeting a detective.

The second meeting he was not happy. He was with you when greeted the blind one, Seer, at a party. You were chatting with the man while fetching your father.

The third had him snatching you away while you were too oblivious to know what was going on. It in that moment of seeing smile at Mr. Interference that drove him to an edge he never felt towards someone.

Possessive.

Seeing you now sleeping in his arms after being drugged along with having a bad reaction to the effects, the mastermind's heart feels less of a vice of assuming betrayal from you.

“Mon petit gâteau.” His cupcake. The nickname came from how you always ask him to go to this one particular bakery and buy a cupcake with him. You always tell him you will buy but he never lets you. Your favorite he knows by memory. Your cheeks are so cute when you stuff the whole cupcake in your mouth.

You refused to look at him, turning your body to lay on your side with your back to him, still very upset. You do not remember what happened yesterday nor are you home where you can hide in peace. The maids changed your clothes and were there when your fever broke. You have been in your fiance's care for a day.

“I am deeply sorry, my heart.” He stands beside the bed.

“I wish you would trust me.”

He knows.

You dare not return the kiss he places on your cheek, “Rest.”

When he leaves, as the footsteps drift away, you cry.

Being with Désire is… Trying. You love him! You really do love him, yet he feels distant at times. This arrangement is one to keep you safe and help him grow further in his social and financial status. You do not mind, it is just the way things work plus he is gentle and understanding of your needs. He is very social while you are not. You sit up on the bed, wiping your tears away, it hurts when you realize how much fallen for him.

The man is strange, like a Moriarty, and you entertain it thinking nothing of it. That is why you drank the laced tea, you trusted him to trust you… And a part of you hoped he was bluffing.

The fever was your body fighting the drug out of your system. When you woke up, he was there asleep holding your hand. He looked like a mess. In that moment you fear your heart fluttering like a newly born butterfly in the spring.

He never says those three words you easily say to him every day. Hell, he adores teasing you worse with his masked friend around who joins in. Though he does not say it, his actions however have shown he loves you, maybe?

God, you are so confused right now.

D.M. is very charming, he knows all the right words and actions to get back in your good graces. It is a practiced song and dance, one that would have worked but he does not realize you aren’t falling for it. In fact, when has you over for the usual amount of time, you made it very clear you will only speak to Turbrose and not him.

“Hmm, this tea is very talkative today.”

As much as the other man loves drama and seeing it, he knows better than to sit around and watch the second Désire sets his foot on the ground rather than keeping them crossed, his cup of tea back on the small dish, in graceful motion he stands. “Friponne,” Oh, you take a small deep breath in and out quickly as he circles you until his behind you. Now that you both are alone, the one thing you have been very good at avoiding all day, you know there is no escaping. Your teacup is gently taken out of your hand and placed on the silver tray. The study suddenly feels dreadfully hot, the fabric of his gloved hands caresses the exposed shoulder of your attire. Wore knowing how much he likes seeing any flash of skin your clothing exposes.

“Are you going to be good for me?” The purr of his voice beside your ear as he leans down.

“The wind is nosy too.” Turning away, “Or a fly is being bothersome.” Rolling your eyes until his hand grips your throat making you tilt your head back. He has teased you physically before, he loves how tightly wound up you get from intimate touches. You grip the armrests of the chair as he kisses behind your ear down your neck to your shoulder, your lips pressed together to stop the moan when he easily finds a sensitive spot.

“Sir,” As he tugs down the front of your attire making it very clear what he intends to do right now. “We can’t.” That would be shameless to bed the person you are not married to! The scandal!

Your body is hot, and when he moves away you think you have a second to gather yourself from his teasing but this is not a tease. He grabs your hand and pulls you into his arms, his kisses dominating and you are too inexperienced to match his skill leaving you completely ensnared.

“Now, I'll ask again, are you going to be good for me?” Asked once more.

You nod not realizing until he chuckles.

“Words, my little love.”

“Yes. I will be good.”

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Pairing: Din Djarin x F!reader

Summary: Short drabble of life pre-relationship. The clan of three travelling around the galaxy, still in search of Jedi for Grogu. Part of the Heartbreak series. Companion piece of Sweet

Warning: None? Apart from two people dancing around each other, not admitting their feelings.

A/N: Second part of birthday fic to my mutual @josephquinnswhore who is just as crazy as me in loving the Space husband, Din Djarin / Pedro Pascal. I hope this fluff warms your heart :) MASTERLIST for the previous stories to the Heartbreak series.

“Don’t wait for me. I will be gone for most of the night, I won’t return until tomorrow morning at the latest.” Din said to you as he clipped on his armour, and picked out all the weapons from his cabinet. Doing one last check, you handed him a water bladder and a few rations to him for his hunt. You never like it when he has to be gone during the night. Never feel safe without him there, even though he assures you the security protocol and defence of the ship will keep both you and the little Pea safe.

Walking down the ramp, you hold the little green pea in your arm, seeing him off. You hold the child’s arm making a wave motion as he turns away from both of you. He paused a little before he decided to turn around again. You tilt your head, looking at him with your innocent big eyes, wondering if he has forgotten something. “..... You can sleep in my bunk tonight.” Din surprised himself with the offering. You raised your eyebrow, “ … you sure?” “It’s more comfortable and warm. It’s close to winter time on this planet, I got a few extra blankets out in the storage cupboard as well.” He patted the child on the head, as he lowered his hand, he lightly grasped your forearm, lingering there a little bit before letting it go and turning around to march into the forest. Time to concentrate. If he had kept his sight on you for a little longer, he wouldn’t have missed that flustered look and change of colour on your burning cheek.

The twin moon was setting and the third moon was peaking through as Din dragged one unconscious bounty towards the ship. Pressing the button to the ramp, he winced as it made a loud screeching sound before it started to lower. He reminded himself to ask you to lubricate the ramp and check possible dents next time. Throwing the bounty into the carbonite freezer before he silently moved towards the bunk. Slowly lifting the dividing curtain, all the tension and stress from the hunt melted away as soon as he saw you, and the child who somehow has moved from his hammock into your arm, curling up in a few layers of blanket, sleeping peacefully in bed.

You stirred a bit. “... Mando? You are back.” He can hear the relief in your voice. As you started to sit up, Din stopped you. “Go back to sleep.” He whispered. “ But…” “I’ll sleep in your cot.” “You won’t get comfortable in that small cot. Plus… you just got back from the hunt. You need a good rest.” You know how bad his shoulders and back are, often seeing him silently groaning and stretching. Din waved you off, “ One night won’t kill me.” Turning his attention to the baby, you look into your arm, “He crawled in with me in the middle of night, I think he misses you.” you chuckled, adjusting your arm slightly before pulling a blanket out from you and pushing it towards Din,

“ Here, take this blanket. There’s two more on my cot. I hope that will keep you warm. Sorry to take up your bunk.” Taking the blanket, shaking his head as a gesture to stop you apologising, he quietly bid you goodnight before tucking the dividing curtain back and moving towards your cot.

Din realised you were right about the cot. After taking off his armour and trying to settle in the cot, he couldn’t get comfortable at all. On his back, on his side, lying down. He felt guilty. Is this what you've been putting up with for the months you've been with him? He prides himself to be the protector and provider for you and the little green baby, but he never once notices your discomfort nor you ever complain about it.

“... I wouldn’t be a bother. I can take care of myself while helping you out.” He remembers the words you said to him when you begged him for a ride off Coruscant. You didn’t want to be a burden to him. He sighed and thought to himself as he closed his eyes, trying to at least get some rest, he will correct his mistake as soon as dawn arrives. He remembered there was a decent size town with a market not too far from where the ship had docked.

Din disappeared again the next morning when you woke up. You wondered if the interaction from the previous night was an imagination until you saw the food bag he took on his hunt left on the crates beside the kitchenette. It wasn’t until later on in the afternoon, you and little Pea sitting outside enjoying the sun, while attempting teaching him some lessons in history ( You aren’t sure how much the little baby is taking in, but he always look at you with all his attention while you talk to him ), you saw Mando strolling back towards the ship with a big roll of some sort on his back. “Mando!” “ Patu!” The two of you happily greeted him,“... What is that on your back? And why aren’t you resting?” “... I couldn’t sleep.” Your smile dropped. “ I am sorry.. I took your bunk space.” “ I told you. It’s fine.” Din dismisses you while putting the big roll onto your cot. Unfurling it, you realise it's a thin mattress.

“ It’s me that should apologise. I never realised you had to sleep on that horrible backbreaking thing..” As if to emphasise on it, Din pulls himself back and twists himself around a little bit, to relieve the tension. “ Compared to what I had to sleep on when I was first living in Coruscant? The cot is a luxury.” You mumbled as you sat down on the mattress, bouncing on it a few times to try out the comfort level. It’s very soft. And warm.

“ … Thank you Mando.” Smiling as you notice his shoulder visibly relaxed, nodding to you he turned around, picked up the baby and went off to unpack the other supplies he got on the shopping trip.

That night, you snuggle into your cot with new mattress on it, and pull the blankets up and inhale deeply, you secretly swapped one of the blanket Mando often uses, you never admit to him, but you always take his blanket and wrap it around yourself when he is away on the hunt, his earthy and metal scent lingering on the blanket always gives you comfort, putting you at ease. That little part of you, imagining his strong arm, wraps around you. Keeping you safe and warm.

You slowly fall asleep wishing he will really put his arm around you, whispering words of comfort and love.

Sorry this ended up to be cheesy as. I had ideas in my fic but as soon I started typing? my brain had other ideas LOL

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Chapter 9

Snow Day and Trauma

"Snow day, hurray so magical and new. There's so much we can do! " Raph sings while pushing a huge ball of snow down a hill

"Snow Day no training only fun, We've only just begun! I'm glad I'm here with you!" sings Leo while also pushing a huge pile of snow down the same hill that ends up rolling onto a slide and landing on Mikey while he's making snow angels with Mayhem.

"Snow day hurray! Barometric pressure is so low but my heart is all aglow! Revenge up my TECH BO!" Donnie sings while using his tech bo chain saw to cave a Jupiter Jim snowman.

"Snow Day! Our snowman is the best, Jupiter Jim fans will attest.

Oh Me Gosh, My coats a VEEEST!" Mikey sings while adding some accessories to the snowman and the sleeves of his coat fall apart thanks to Donnie accidentally cutting them off.

"Snow Day! Hurray! We all should be so proud! Snow Day! All together sing out LOUD!" April and I sing together while sitting on Raph's shoulders to place the space helmet on the snowman's head.

"SNOW DAY! HURRAY!", we all sing together

"Great job fam and Donnie I guess," Leo says sarcastically

"If I wasn't so enchanted by our replica of Jupiter Jim I would probably say Look over there PUSH!" Donnie says while pushing his twin into the snow

I laugh hysterically and end up falling into the snow. Raph puts up a flag from his favorite Jupiter Jim movie which almost immediately gets shut down April and Donnie. They then suggest their favorite movie but Leo, Raph, and Mikey laugh at the suggestion. Mikey brings up the fact that they only laugh during the opposite's favorite movie because of Raph's hard cranium-breaking stuff as he falls asleep.

"Yeah, my head takes damage like a boss! Leo hit me!" Raph says confidently

"Oh please let me!" Donnie says while turning his Tech bo into his rocket hammer.

Leo and Mikey tackle him, I fold my arms and pout a bit because I kind of want to see if Raph's claim is true.

"Wait a minute Aqua hasn't said which movie she likes," Leo says while smirking

Everyone turns their attention to me and I flip Leo off for stirring the pot.

"Look guys, I don't have a favorite movie-" I say but I'm cut off by Mikey

"It's ok Aqua we know our movie is your favorite" Mikey says while pulling me into a hug.

"Uh nuh uh, our movie is her favorite" April says while squishing me in her bosom.

"Can't breathe April" I muffle while pulling away

One of Donnie's claw hands from his Tech shell pat me on the head, "It's ok you don't have to say it out loud l know in my heart where your loyalty lies" says Donnie

Little did we know Ghost Bear was still holding a huge grudge against the Turtle brothers and seeing us having fun and our light-hearted arguing he decided to try and sabotage our snow day. Put of nowhere a snowball hits Raph hard and he starts accusing Mayhem of being the culprit. Which causes us to mutually agree on a snowball fight to settle our differences.

"Yes last player standing gets to fly their team's flag," Raph says

"Ok, we're up for a friendly game, no safe base, no weapons, NO MERCY!" April says menacingly as I Crack my knuckles.

"Guess I'm on ] team, which is the winning team" I giggle

Donnie uses a mechanical claw hand to grab me and place myself next to himself. I blink a few times and look at him, while Mikey lists off-limit types of snowballs.

"We aren't savages," Mikey says after listing them off

"Speak for yourself", Donnie says evilly while stroking a snow skull.

Ready, set, SNOW!", Raph yells and the fight commences

We start throwing snow at each other and giggling. April and Mikey are sledding down a hill throwing snow at each other until his sled slips up a slide and he's sent skyward. Donnie and Mayhem get hit by Leo's snowballs, I take my revenge and start creating snowballs with my powers and tossing them with my vines at him. Apparently one of my snowballs hit my Dads while thru were having a relaxing day out in the snow. But I was having too much fun to notice, I sneak around looking for my next victim but I end up in the crossfires of Donnie's mechanical claws showing absolutely no mercy while throwing snowballs. Raph calls a time out and we have a cocoa break. I add whipped cream to everyone's cup spray some in my mouth and gulp it down with my cocoa. Mikey ends up landing in the middle of our circle and I hand him a cup. I put a tiny dollop on Donnie's snout and giggle while he tries his best to lick it off. I start to wheeze and laugh and lean onto April for support. April the sneaky person she is snaps a quick video of it.

It's hard to believe that a few weeks ago tensions were high after escaping from my now estranged family and Draxum.

×Flashback×

( ⚠️ WARNING This segment discusses self-harm, panic attacks, vomiting, and blood ⚠️)

3rd POV

When you guys got back to the lair things seemed to go on as normal but even though everyone acted like they knew you'd never be helping the Foot Clan they had their suspicions, Splinter told the boys and April to keep a close eye on you. Everyone was able to attempt business as usual, all except Donnie. It was extremely hard for the purple-clad turtle to wrap his head around the fact you associated with the enemy so to speak, and he started withdrawing from you. Less time in the lab watching him tinker with a new invention, no late-night coffee runs, and even movie nights weren't the same as he stayed locked in his lab giving the excuse of coming up with a new scientific discovery or he'd just up and leave the lair going on "patrol".

It all came to a head when you came to the lair unannounced with a few boxes of pizza and a new game to play with the boys. Even though you live with them and have your room there now, you usually let them know when you are on your way home. Making your way to the kitchen you see no one is there, so happily carrying the boxes you start searching for the fam, hearing voices coming from the TV room you're about to make your presence known but hearing your name being mentioned you hold off on getting their attention and listen in from the shadows.

"My sons, we cannot let the Foot Clan continue collecting the rest of the armor. We must remain vigilant and continue your patrols for any unusual activity. Now how goes the surveillance on Aqua?" Splinter stares while pacing back and forth

"Nothing out of the ordinary Pops" Raph says

"Yeah, it's almost the same routine with her every day, school, swim practice, sometimes choir rehearsal, a quick trip to the corner store for a snack, a detour to the library, and then she comes home," Leo says unamused while fiddling with his sword and April is texting on her phone.

"I see, at any time my sons the Foot Clan can contact her and recruit her once more-" Before Splinter can continue he's cut off by Donnie.

"I put a tracker on her phone so-" Donnie was then interrupted by his twin.

"You mean to tell me this whole time we could have known her location without having to physically spy on her?" Leo shouts as he points at Donnie with his sword.

Soon the brothers and April start arguing but the sounds are muffled as your ears feel like they are filled with cotton and your purple eyes well up with tears. They were keeping watch over you, they didn't trust you. Your heart clenches in your chest and it's like the wind is knocked out of your lungs. The immediate reaction is to flee so you do so, dropping what's in your arms, quickly making your escape out of the lair and into the bustling streets above.

Once the pizza boxes hit the floor the arguing stops, quickly looking towards the sound they see the boxes on the floor and quickly put two and two together. Looking at each other they nod and start searching for you. Splitting into groups April and Splints, Leo and Mikey, and Donnie with S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. April starts blowing up your phone with calls and texts while riding her bike, Leo jumps through his portals, Mikey swings from building to building, Raph jumping from rooftop to rooftop and Donnie hovering with his rooters from his battleshell while looking at his arm remote to track my location.

Aqua POV

After hearing the conversation I made my way to my comfort spot on top of a high skyrise rooftop. Once there I start heavy breathing, trying to take in as much air as possible but my lungs are burning from my uncontrollable body-retching sobs, I clench and claw at my chest trying with the fruitless effort to stop the pain I feel in my heart, angry red marks crisscross my chest as blood starts to trickle down, I cross my arms trying to stop my body from trembling, piercing my skin with nails leaving half moon marks and pulling them down my arms creating bloody scratches. It starts to rain, I know the classic sad scene from the movies. My hot tears running down my cheeks are a stark contrast to the cold rain that's pelting my screaming skin, I could use my powers to direct the rain from hitting me but it felt refreshing. Seeing the tracker on my phone blinking, I open up the back of my phone not caring that it gets wet, yanking out the tracker, I stare at it wanting to destroy it but knowing Donnie it would be near impossible. finding a pigeon, and attaching it to it, watching it fly away thinking about all the signs I missed or just chose to ignore. What hurt the most was how Donnie distanced himself, going from being close friends to strangers in a matter of days.

Looking down at the lights below, I dangle my feet on the edge of the building and swing my legs, pushing my now-wet hair that clings to my face, wiping my face and slowly calming myself, but my sadness was replaced with anger. Clenching my fist I punch cement flooring and it causes a huge dent in it, before I can process my shock my eyes start burning, closing them tightly and rubbing at them profusely once the pain subsides and I open them the world looks different, everything is more vibrant with color, I could see heat signatures from the people inside the building, the lights from the surrounding buildings and streets below blind me. I look at myself in a puddle and see my eyes have turned cat-like and are a bright glowing purple just like in my nightmares. I jump back and look at my hand that is now no longer a hand but a red tentacle-like appendage but as quickly as I see it, it turns back into my hand.

"What's happening to me?"

Donnie POV

Weeks have gone by without any word from Aqua. I can't help but think I had some part of her disappearing. April hasn't seen her at school but somehow her assignments are turned in on time and she's being marked as present for classes. How this is possible I know not, but Aqua is quite capable of hacking into the very mediocre school computer security to adjust some things. I tried hacking in myself to find her location but she has deleted her digital footprint and her IP addresses change from state to state or country to country so I can never pinpoint her location, which is very frustrating, to say the least. It didn't help that we were sent on a wild goose chase when she attached the tracker I placed on her phone to a pigeon

"Clever girl"

The pressure is on to find her and hope she hasn't been taken back to the Foot Clan. Looking back at the recording, seeing her face go from her usual happy full-of-life expression to a look of pure betrayal and anguish is unbearable. We've exhausted all avenues to find her, it's as if she never existed. All of us including I reluctantly had sessions with Doctor Feelings about our "feelings" on the situation. But the thing is I don't want to feel, emotions are useless to me so all I've done during these sessions is listen to how everyone is handling this. Mikey has tried to come and have one-on-one sessions but one day I cave.

"Alright Doctor Feelings is in session, You have the floor," Mikey says hesitantly

"Sigh, as you know Feelings aren't my thing, I find that they can hinder one's mind and cause people to react in not productive ways. However, I've been feeling these unnecessary things lately, and well..."

Mikey listens intently and thankfully doesn't interrupt

"I feel as if I failed one in finding her and two in being a good friend, I-I never should have doubted her and pulled away like I did."

My shoulders start to relax as I get these "feelings" off my chest and the tightness in my plastron starts to dissipate slightly.

"I just want to find her..."

Mikey walks over placing a hand on my shoulder, which causes him to stiffen slightly. The moment is broken when Leo barges into the lair shouting for help. Rushing out into the atrium and seeing a bundled-up person in his arms.

"It's Aqua and she's very sick," says Leo panicking

The purple-clad ninja immediately jumps into action instructing hid twin to bring her to the Med Bay. Once I'm placed on a med bed and Leo's hoodie is removed from her the sad state of her condition is revealed. It has now started to become cold outside and he can see my chapped cold bloodied lips, uncontrollable shivering body, pale ghost-like skin, and skinny fragile frame. Mikey brings in warm blankets, Leo grabs some IV fluids, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N sends a group message that they found me and soon everyone crowds around in the room looking at their friend/daughter. Donnie is busy working to try and get her as comfortable as possible.

"She has pneumonia, we will have to quarantine her and give her plenty of fluids," The purple terrapin says.

Closing off the area and donning PPE (Personal Protective Equipment), Donnie inserts the IV into her, wrapping her in a warm blanket but not before noticing the bandages that encircle her arms and shoulders, staring at her sunken pale face he couldn't help but gently stroke her cheek, wondering where she was and what she did to cause this. He attached a heart monitor and soon the sound of her thumping heart fills the room. Sighing long and deep, he sinks into a rolling computer chair, taking his palms and covering his eyes while shockingly a few tears escape his eyes and 6 onto his lap, hearing footsteps he quickly wipes them away and looks in the direction of the noise.

Leo walks in with a solemn and understanding look on his face. He placed his hand briefly on his purple twin's shoulder. He started explaining how he was on a pizza run and he ended up seeing me on a rooftop meditating, he tried to get her attention but it was like she was in a trance and no amount of tapping, shaking, or yelling snapped her out of it. Covered in a light layer of freshly fallen snow he removed her hood and saw the state she was in fearing the worst he portaled both of them back to the lair. Donnie nods his head slowly and brings his attention back to his friend hoping she will wake up soon.

Soon Master Splinter comes to visit, Donnie hasn't left her side just in case she has someone there when she wakes up.

"What can cause her to be in this state?" Donnie says sadly

"My son the human brain is one mysterious thing, Perhaps she experienced such emotional pain and trauma that in order to escape the feeling she performed ancient deep meditation technique. Very powerful and dangerous if not done properly. While in this state your body and mind go into a deep sleep, but to survive the body starts to eat away at itself to stay alive. She must have been in this state for a very long time to turn out like this." Splinter said

"How long will she continue being in this state?"

"I know not, but all we can do is help her body recover"

And so he did, as the days went by Donnie routinely changed the IV fluids, inserted antibiotics into the fluids and added ointment for her wounds that were now turning into scars, April would give her sponge baths, brush and style her hair, and talk to her about her day at school. Each member took turns talking to her as she was in her Sleeping beauty state. Donnie would go on his info dumps about his projects and quietly beg you to come back.

"Please come back to us, to...me" He whispers

One day when Donnie was finally convinced to eat something he reluctantly went to the kitchen with his family, Mikey made dinner and was plating Donnie's food when he heard the heart monitor pick up its thumping pace, dropping the plate he quickly made his way back to the med bay and sees that her eyes are open.

Aqua POV

Something was calling out to me, I don't know for how long but the darkness had me feeling so safe and secure that I didn't want to leave. I heard each member of the turtle fam talk to me and it made me think of the happy times but the dark shadows reminded me of the hurt they caused so again I didn't fight it. But I finally decided I needed to wake up when I heard Donnie beg me to wake up, opening my heavy eyes was no easy feat, the darkness tried its hardest to keep me. I broke through it and saw dim lights, I heard a heart monitor thumping away at a fast pace and slowing down as my eyes and body started to adjust. I hear the fast-moving pitter-patter of feet, turning towards the noise I see an out-of-breath Donnie, he slowly makes his way to me and turns off the heart monitor. He looks at me not knowing what to say soon the rest of the gang piles into the room and stares at me in shock.

There was an awkward moment of silence so I broke it by saying, "I'm back from the dead". That gets a round of chuckles and small smiles from the group. April rushes over hugging me and tears run down her face, I hug her back while my tears start to form. Soon everyone joins the group, even Donnie gives an awkward hug. After Donnie runs a full diagnostic test and gives me antibiotics Mikey gives me a plate of some delicious-smelling food, but not having much of an appetite I pick at my food. The gang gives me space to give me time to come to them when I'm ready. The person I've been in close quarters with the most and Donnie and it was very awkward to say the least.

"How are you feeling?"

"Emotionally or physically?"

"I-uh both I suppose..."

"I guess I still feel a bit numb..."

"I see"

I continued this way until I was given a clean bill of health by Doctor Don. Making my way to my room, I take off my sweaty clothes, glancing at the full-length mirror I see the now angry scars on my shoulder and arms and sigh. Taking a quick shower, putting on an oversized t-shirt and sweatpants I text Mikey...I mean Doctor Feelings. Mikey knocks on my wall, I say that he can enter, and he pushes my space-designed curtain so he can come in, We sit on my bed and I hold onto a pillow.

"Whenever you are ready, speak your mind and don't hold back"

*sigh* Well I guess I'm just hurt that everyone assumed that I knew what my dads were doing. I know that it's hard to believe but I suspected something but not on this kind of scale.

Mikey nods his head but continues to listen intently

"I love you guys like family and I would never hide something like this from you guys especially when the whole world can be at steak. I left my home, my life, and everything I knew to stand by your guys' side"

Once I was finished Doctor Feelings hugged me tightly. He states that he obviously won't share what we spoke about unless I want to, but he suggests that I tell everyone in person. Once he leaves I do some thinking and not being able to sleep, I decide to make myself a cup of Joe, shuffling to the kitchen in my fuzzy slippers I see a dim purple glow and know immediately who it is. Before I can turn around to make a quick escape I sense Donnie's dark brown eyes staring at me. I turn back around and shyly shuffle my feet.

"Can't sleep"

"Y-yea, I have a lot on my mind"

"I understand that"

He takes a sip of his coffee while grabbing my signature cup and making my coffee the way I like it. Gratefully take the cup and take a sip of my own.

"So I know you aren't good with...feelings"

"Scoff Ouch, duh I am perfectly capa-"

I quirked an eyebrow at him and put a hand on my hip.

"Uh yes continue"

"Anyway, I've been thinking and I need to get something off my chest. I now realize why you started distancing yourself from me, but it still hurts...."

He awkwardly scratches the back of his neck and sighs as he puts down his cup on the counter.

"Yes, I regret how things turned out, my intention wasn't to hurt you." He hesitates to word his feelings but continues. "My calculations on the probability of this going wrong...well obviously didn't pan out in either of our favors. I will do anything in my power to right my wrong"

Giving a small smile I gently punch his shoulder. "I'll hold you to that Von Ryan" I say with a giggle.

He returns the smile and chuckles

*End of flashback*

After recovering from my laughing fit, I see Raph trying to put his team's movie flag up but Mayhem shut that down quickly, and soon we picked up the snowball fight again. In the midst of it we hear this terrifying howl and out of the trees jumped Ghost Bear. But he looked very beast-like, Raph started to fangirl big time and was taking a ton of selfies, my shock was heightened more when Ghost Bear tried to punch Raph but his punch went right through him as his arm turned into a ghost form. But once the ex-pro wrestler figured out how to control his newfound powers he punches Raph into a tree almost knocking him into our beloved snowman. Soon he turns his attention towards us and starts charging.

"Mayhem a little help" Leo says

Mayhem portals himself to the lair grabbing our weapons, while we are busy running for our lives and taking our snowman with us. Mayhem drops our weapons on us and we get into a fighting stance. But before we could attack he destroyed the snowman. We have a brief moment of sadness but we come to an agreement that being together watching the movies is what's important and fun. Ghost bear kicks our butts without having to physically hurt us because our attacks went through him and would hit one of us when he jumps on Mikey and flattens him into the snow that allows us to climb up trees to hide. But he finds us and cuts them down with his claws. Then Raph gets an idea to stop Ghost Bear.

"I got, you guys stsy close enough so he's attavking and stays soilid Well use our icy environment just like Jupiter Jim did," Raph says proudly

"Wow full circle," Donnie says sarcastically

Mayhem blinds him with one of our flags, Mikey wraps his kusari-fundō’s chain around him to trap him, Raph smashes a fountain, while I direct the water into Leo's portal, Donnie uses his Tech Bo to freeze Ghost Bear while the water pours on him and soon he freezes in place while trying to grab the flagpole. We take a sigh of relief and come to the conclusion that since we all love Jupiter Jim we should all be part of the flag, so we all tie our scarves to the pole and watch them blow in the wind.

"Woah woah wait, how come Raph's is on top?" Leo asks, I facepalm while giggling and throwing a snowball at his face earning a smirk from his purple twin and me giving a knowing smile back.

#rottmnt #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt x reader #rise donatello #rottmnt fanfiction #rise donnie #rise of the tmnt #donnie x reader

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lskisms · 1 year

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THE FEAR AND THE FIRE (OF THE END OF THE WORLD), J. MILLER

synopsis — or you have seen the end of the world once and you feel you’re going through it a second time.

genres &&. warnings — apocalypse, (minimal) romance, (potentially mutual) pining, (un)requited love &&. canon typical violence (gore, weapons, wounds, etc.), canon compliant, illness.

word count — 2.4k.

note from r — the last of us has had a hold on my heart since 2013. i have vivid memories of watching youtubers play it, of discovering one of my favorite video game voice actors of all time through it, of falling so deeply in love with joel miller (who was, at the time, old enough to be my father and still is, honestly). it was a game i thought about every so often, but still felt deeply impacted by and connected to, and when i heard that it was getting a television adaptation, i truly could not have been more excited.

i’m no longer the sixth grader i was when i discovered the last of us for the first time and i’ve changed so much in so many ways, but that initial devotion to the series still holds true in my heart. seeing the game that made me love storytelling get the love i feel it deserves on a much grander scale is a beautiful thing. i’ve been meaning to use this account to write fic that isn’t related to my main interests and what better way than to christen it with a tlou fic with the title taken from my favorite song by one of my favorite musicians (“wasteland, baby” by hozier, for those who don’t know).

honestly, i’m more of a pedro!joel girlie, but this can be read as either game or show joel. i tried to keep the descriptions very general and vague so that your favorite version of joel fits in just perfectly. enjoy to your heart’s content. reblogs are appreciated, comments encouraged. ask box is open if you feel you need to yell at me directly anonymously.

in the hours after the last real day of the world, everything went quiet. the soldiers had been bussed out, survivors having either been lucky enough to go to the emergency quarantine zones with the military or having been turned on by their own government, left dead or dying on street corners, on front lawns, in fields. there was crying, screaming in the streets, fires blazing and glass crashing out of frames, shattering on abandoned sidewalks.

but the world was silent to you as you sat comatose underneath your bedroom window, aching knees pulled tight against chest, arms cradling head, gun sitting askew on the floor. flames across the street cast burnt orange shadows across the floor, both comforting and petrifying. your roommate lay dead in the doorway to your room, her eyes cold and empty and forever staring intently, blood pooling and staining your carpet, the rug, the stray dirty clothes you’d told yourself you were going to pick up after you got back from classes but hadn’t, in the end. the glock 19 your father had insisted upon getting you for college, finally finding use only to be cast aside once more.

you’ve never quite remembered standing and throwing together a backpack stuffed as full as possible with clothes and food. or stepping out over the body of your roommate, the beginnings of light gray fungus creeping out of the wounds you’d caused to take her down. the halls and stairways of your apartment building littered with the bodies of people you’d asked for laundry detergent and tutoring and rides to work when it was too cold or rainy or you just didn’t feel like walking or catching the bus.

an entire life uprooted in one singular moment.

from the blood-soaked streets of an austonian suburb, fire lapping buildings and shattering glass, you’d eventually found a group of survivors on the outskirts, people who had managed to hide from or stave off military men. a dead person can’t be infected, someone had reasoned to you upon your protest, but we weren’t going down without a fight. and here we are.

the willingness to not only kill, but to openly admit to doing it without holding an ounce of shame had scared you. it made you wonder if you could trust them, if they were safe to be around, but then you had killed, too, in an effort to protect yourself. and it hadn’t been a nameless, faceless individual, someone following orders, no matter how immoral; it had been your best friend. in reality, you were the one who shouldn’t have been trusted, the one unsafe and unstable.

but they had trusted you anyway, some semblance of a found family. sneaking through texas as it slowly went silent, scouting for food in grocery stores not yet scavenged, finding nooks and crannies to camp out in at night. and you came to trust them and yourself the way they trusted you. they protected you, expected you to protect them in return, helped you feel steady in a world that was falling apart in a way that was wildly different from life-changing events that had come before.

they had helped you through the end of the world.

twenty years later, the composition of your group has changed quite a bit through death and family reunions and simply separating. by the time you made it to the boston quarantine zone years into the apocalypse, only a few of the original group members remained, including yourself.

life has a strange way of making time feel simultaneously fast and slow. with none of the amenities of your life previous, you’d felt that the world trudged on at a snail’s pace. in the early years, you had none of your old books, no journals, no hobbies that you had been able to pack up in your backpack when you walked out of one life and into the next. every waking moment, every shred of brain power was relegated to staying alive and nothing more.

but then, life couldn’t move fast enough for the simple fact that you didn’t want to live in this world anymore, either through the invention of a cure that would miraculously fix the world or what could only be the sweet release of death. it wasn’t that you wanted to die necessarily, but the idea of of living through the apocalypse, never knowing when you’d eat next or get murdered by a raider or, undeniably the worst of all, when (or if, though that has always been stupid at the very least) you’d get infected, stuck in your own body and unable to ask for the mercy of a bullet in the head.

boston had been good for you, still is. you’d arrived about five years ago, fresh off the road and an exhausting separation with a few of your group members you’d been with for a couple years. they’d decided to take off in favor of other settlements, tired of trekking fruitlessly towards a fedra qz that wasn’t guaranteed to still be standing. but it was there, teeming with so many lives, and after the obligatory infection check and a further interview, you and the remaining scraps of your group finally had a home. a permanent one, at least for the foreseeable future.

a few months following your arrival, joel miller rolled into town, tall and stocky and going gray at the temples and across his jaw. he was quiet but opinionated, hardworking but standoffish. the younger people in the qz went out of their way to avoid him, the older people too, because he was so unapproachable. your friend, tiy, who had joined your trekking group a few years prior, mentioned once that they liked him well enough, but “found him aloof and too stubborn.” nobody liked that he’d made it clear he wasn’t looking to make friends.

but you had been intrigued by joel’s stiffness or maybe it had been that he reminded you of yourself in those early days when you’d found it difficult to connect with people. sure, it had been years since then and you’d adjusted as well as you could, but there was still a learning curve to find the right balance of trusting but skeptical, getting close without investing too much, what with death waiting around every corner.

so you’d made it a point of trying to get under his skin, at least a little. you trailed alongside him as he walked laps around town, insisted on hanging out in his apartment when you were bored and couldn’t stand the silence of your own lodging, even followed him and tess when they slipped outside the fence to go scavenge for better supplies than fedra could (or would) offer.

of course he’d been resistant at first, but tess found it funny. she liked having you around; a breath of fresh air, she called you, someone she could talk to and actually expect responses from. in those early days, she said that joel was a brick wall and he’d never truly given it up. he might let you around more often, but to anticipate anything more than a glance or a glare was asking too much. it had all been said in jest, lighthearted in tone but there was still a truth to it.

and almost five years into your weird friendship with joel miller, he really hasn’t ever given it up. it’s doesn’t feel like the cold shoulder it had at first, but he’s never stopped fixing you to the spot with those icy stares and keeping his responses clipped. it’s grown on you a lot over the time you’ve known him because he doesn’t sugarcoat his words, never beats around the bush. you can always trust him to tell it like it is, even if it hurts your feelings.

which is why you don’t say anything about the thoughts about him that have been popping up unannounced as you lay in bed at night and mourn a life that has been out of reach for twenty years. this whole thing started when you were fresh into your twenties, college and parties and looking for love to get your parents off your back about when they were going to have grandchildren in their future. when the world had ended, you swore off anything more than tentative friendship because what use was a best friend or a lover when you never knew what could happen.

but then you’d gotten older and older and suddenly you were closing in on an age that had seemed so out of reach in that carefree, college student life of yours. and you’d started to realize that you’d missed out on so much. you began to grieve the loss of romance and happiness and comfort, but without an end result of consolation, you couldn’t write the elegy you wanted.

one day a few months ago, you’d been walking with joel at dusk, the sun casting the sky in that burnt orange hue and the complementary pinks. you were doing all the talking and joel wasn’t offering much in the way of response, but it didn’t matter. and then when you’d broken past the city into the more remote parts of boston, the two of you had come to a stop, admiring the sunset in silence. and you’d looked over at your companion and god, the sight of his profile against that pink velveteen and orange creamsicle sky, he looked like the most beautiful person you’d ever seen.

and everything had changed for you in that moment. in recent weeks, as you’ve lain in bed, staring at the ceiling, waiting for sleep to come, you’ve been waylaid by thoughts about what it could be like if you let it happen. if you and joel let it happen.

when you look at him now, you see possibilities, a chance to not spend the rest of your life completely alone, isolated from human touch. someone to share your bed at night, to wake up to in the morning, kissed by dawn. if you close your eyes, it feels warm, you can feel that dawn sun on your skin, joel’s arm draped haphazardly over your waist, his breath stirring the wispy hairs at the nape of your neck. it’s a weird sort of comfort to have as you close your eyes at night, willing yourself to succumb to rest.

but at the same time, it feels wholly terrifying, dauntless, completely impossible. because truthfully, after so long without a connection that extends past that surface level acquaintanceship, anything deeper feels crushing. it is a weight that rests upon your shoulders like the rock upon sisyphus’s, something you are bound to bore for the rest of your life and eternally thereafter.

it feels like a second coming, the second apocalypse. when you ponder the idea for longer than a few seconds, it feels like you’re going through the end of the world all over again and you sit there, paralyzed. when you were younger, romance was easy to think about, to fantasize about; you spent many a night slumped in bed, stuck between drunk and sleep, thinking about the boy you’d been iming for the last three weeks. then, it had made you giddy, reduced to giggles and blushing as your friend yelled responses from the kitchen.

now, though, your heart stops, your mind stutters, you feel nervous and excited all at the same time. it’s like being on the precipice of something and waiting for the tip over the edge, to plummet head first into the darkness, anticipation and fear mixing into something wholly indistinguishable. you look at joel and you fantasize about flashes of a domestic life. you stand in the kitchen together and you think about resting your cheek against the broad expanse of his back, that welcoming place right between his shoulder blades. your knees brush as you sit on the couch and you freeze like a deer caught in headlights.

you want it and reject it all in the same breath, fingernails biting into the flesh of your palm as you will the ideas and the fantasies away. he, in all his gruff salt and pepper glory, always looks at you in these slivers of time together, the worry lines deep between his eyebrows, his way of asking whether you’re alright. and you look back and shake your head and offer a smile because you can’t bring yourself to tell the truth, the thoughts that plague your late night reveries, brought on by the silence and the darkness coalescing. you can’t do that to him or to yourself because you’ve known joel for too long to ever think it’s something that could ever happen.

but at two in the morning as you lay sick in bed, weeks after your realization, joel sleeps on the ratty couch in your living room, just feet away. you are hyper aware of the fact that on the other side of the wall, he slumbers after having insisted earlier in the day that he stay with you for at least the night so that if you needed help, you had someone there with you. it had surprised you then, but with the silence and the knowledge of him sleeping in your apartment, it starts to mean something more.

you’ve come to learn that joel shows his appreciation in nontraditional ways, methods that aren’t as confrontational and obvious. he’ll walk you home at night, straight to your door, even though he complains about his knees aching afterwards. he’ll ask, rather gruffly, if you’ve eaten. he chiefly looks out for himself, but he makes sure he takes the highest paying jobs and what he doesn’t need, he passes on to you in return for you checking the radio when he’s away.

and you realize that this is just a new iteration of that, the fact that he sleeps in your crumbling apartment while you’re ill with the flu just so you aren’t alone. maybe it’s a remnant of that instinct he had as a father or maybe it speaks to something more, an evolution in your relationship that isn’t as unrequited as you so thought. it fills your heart with a warmth unlike any you’ve felt in a long time and it makes you feel human again, capable and deserving of that love that you haven’t let yourself approach in so many years.

you’ll let yourself hope, at least for now, in the heat of your illness. it feels like the end of the world, the idea of it all, but it feels less daunting when it’s joel you’re thinking about.

(c) lskisms, 2023. do not repost, translate, or otherwise plagiarize my work. the only official versions of my work are available on tumblr and ao3 under the name lskisms.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller fic #joel miller fanfic #pedro pascal fic #joel miller imagine #tlou x reader #.lskisms #.joel #.tlou #.fic

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hi I have no art so. I have a giant list of information I wrote down about my interpretations for the splat 3 promo kids. bc it's so fucking long I'll put most of them under the read more if you're curious. this is for you, very specific mutual

Veronika

"Veri" , "Ronika" , "Ron-ron" (by Hiro only) , Agent 3.0

roomates with Hiro, main caretaker of Smallfry

works at Grizzco, but is a liability due to hesitation to fight

brains < brawn, fight < flight

doesn't think before they act

wears heart on their sleeve

heart of gold, dumb of ass

Hiro

"Roro" (by Veronika/Yarwhal only) , Agent 3.1

roomates with Veronika, secondary caretaker of Smallfry

one sided crush on Veronika, and later mutual crush on Yarwhal

works at Grizzco, but is a liability due to hesitation to fight

brains > brawn, fight > flight

nervous and skittish. skeptical

tries to do the right thing in any situation, which leads to many moral dilemmas

despite hiding his emotions a lot he's pretty sensitive

anxiety

Yarwhal

"Yar" , "Whally"

brothers with Kayoss

mutual crush on Hiro

originally from the Octarian Army

made his way to the surface with Kayoss through the metro. managed to avoid getting dragged into the sanitization project

brains = brawn, fight > flight

very strategic and serious about games, but isn't a sore loser or anything. good sportsmanship

bit of a troublemaker, just silently. somehow gets his hands on things he DEFINITELY shouldn't have

has modified weapons before

Kayoss

"KK"

brothers with Yarwhal

originally from the Octarian Army

made his way to the surface with Yarwhal through the metro. managed to avoid getting dragged into the sanitization project

brains < brawn, fight = flight

dumb of ass with no braincell

shows off and often humiliates himself

tries to be his brother's wingman (somehow succeeds)

says stuff like "rizz" unironically

Anemone

"Mimi" (by Tako only) , "Annie"

roommates with Tako

brains < brawn, fight > flight

weirdly short but same age as everyone else

CHRONICALLY online.

games all day and gets gamer rage

streams games online

weirdly good at turf

says stuff like "lol" and "lmao" out loud

quotes memes constantly

Tako

no nicknames

roommates with Anemone

brains = brawn, fight > flight

sassy

probably gossips

tinkerer and definitely has modded weapons

regular at Ammo Knights

decorates their locker perfectly

also the mom friend

knows a lot of survival tips for some reason

Calamar

"Callie" , "Marmar"

lives by themselves

brains > brawn, fight < flight

albino

doesn't speak or emote much but isn't emotionless

chronic gambler at the shell-out machine

best grizzco worker out of everyone

guilty pleasure is learning tiktok dances and doing them in the bathroom

Stephanie

"Steph"

lives with their parents

brains < brawn, fight > flight

omg she's so crazy! love her!

most chaotic and unhinged of the group

throws parties for various events for everyone (bdays, squidmas, splatoween, etc)

super passionate about splatfest themes and will vehemently argue about the theme for hours

they wear the helmet cause they think it's cool. no one else does

spoils Smallfry like a grandma

#splatoon #splatoon 3 #waffles splatoon ocs #octoling #inkling #splatoon veronika #splatoon hirooooo #splatoon promo kids

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panda-writes-kpop · 1 year

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Monster Hunter! Reader x Minstrel! Siyeon - Toss A Coin

A/N: Hi guys, girls, and non-binary pearls! Hope you all are well! 😌 made this for my favorite Siyeon simps <3 @foolish-sparrow @neon-city-dreams and the fact that I watched The Witcher on Netflix with my family.

TW: Alcohol, blood, weaponry (knives), lots of mutual teasing and flirting, open ending(?)

Summary: A fateful meeting leads you to the flirtatious Siyeon, who manages to melt your cold heart. Luckily, she's been looking for someone who likes a bit of banter and who will withstand her teasing.

♡ Masterlist ♡

As far as Siyeon was considered, her small bar-side minstrel gig had all the perks she needed: free drinks and food, paying customers, and lots and lots of pretty people to please.

Siyeon takes another sip of soju before wiping her lips and eyeing the guitar at her side. She's done no playing or singing tonight, yet she's earned a few rounds of drinks to enjoy along with some… interesting company.

The man next to her babbles on about some, to put it frankly, an unimportant topic that Siyeon will admit that she is not listening to. He attempted to put an arm around her, but after Siyeon expressed her disinterest, he immediately backed off and went back to the peaceful conversation.

"Hey, do you want to-"

Siyeon holds out a hand to shush the man next to her.

"Sorry, I have a gig to perform for a bit. I have to earn those drinks, you know?"

Siyeon sends a wink and warm smile to him, and once the man turns to the bartender, the smile comes clean off of her face. She grabs the guitar and strums a few strings while humming a simple tune. A cheer comes from a nearby table, and a genuine smile appears on Siyeon's face.

Siyeon stands up, and she feels more eyes settle on her. Even after this, the nerves fade away in the wake of the adrenaline. A loud laugh comes from her soft lips before she jumps onto a tabletop nearby.

More cheers and jeers erupt as Siyeon lets herself go. This is her element, and a makeshift stage is where she belongs.

Playing the guitar becomes automatic as the lyrics that she wrote just flow from her mouth. The rush, the high, and the way that she feels right now are something that cannot be replaced, not ever.

No romance will ever compare to the feeling that she has when she's doing what she loves. Not one person could ever give her the same desire to chase after that high time after time.

The thoughts race by like a stampede of frantic cattle as Siyeon finishes performing the last song. Everyone cheers, just like always. People reach out and congratulate her, just like always.

Not like always, she notes, that there is one person in the tavern who isn't cheering or congratulating her. They're not even making eye contact with her, yet Siyeon is intrigued by them. She's had her fair share of tomatoes and hecklers, but complete disinterest is something foreign to Siyeon.

Nothing is stopping her from turning away from that person and forgetting them as she parties the night away with her supporters, yet she wants to know who they are, and more importantly, why they would turn away from her?

Siyeon grabs a pair of drinks that are offered in the sea of people coming towards her, and she waves away or ignores the rest of them.

Something tells her that this person, whoever they are, will finally end the chase that she's been pursuing from such a young age.

Why can't I walk into a normal tavern?

You clean your bloodied knife with a towel that a hesitant bartender handed to you. After ordering the cheapest whiskey on the menu, you throw some spare coins on the table before taking a load off in the back corner of the tavern.

Luckily for you, the many scars and weapons lining your body makes you very unapproachable to most, and you appreciate that you get to be left alone for once.

The bounty was good money, especially for one on a werewolf. Usually, werewolves ended up being on the low end of bounties, but this one had a pretty penny on its end.

Unfortunately for you, the reason why that bounty was so high could be seen with the deep cut on your shoulder. You had cleaned and bandaged the weapon, but you were too lazy to change shirts. The ripped, tattered shirt could survive at least one or two more bounties, you figured. Your usual tailor was out of town as well, so you didn't have much of a choice in the matter as well.

JiU didn't ask about where the money came from or why your clothing was consistently covered in blood, but she made clothes that fit you well. You paid well, so there was no reason for her to ask questions in the first place.

You look up from your knife as a barmaid approaches your table with a sweet smile on her face. Once she spots the weapon in your hand, the smile on her face disappears.

"Here'syourdrink!" She squeaks out before setting the drink down, grabbing the coins, and quickly running away from you.

You chuckle before downing the small glass of whiskey. You like the way it burns as it travels down your throat since it distracts from the pain in your shoulder.

You like the quiet atmosphere that this tavern appears to have. It has a certain buzz that comes naturally to social gathering places, but no one was being too loud.

Well, that's how it was supposed to be, until a black-haired woman jumped onto a nearby table. With a guitar in hand, the bar begins to cheer as you roll your eyes.

Another drunken buffoon trying to get some coin without using any actual skills.

You notice that you're gripping the knife a little too tightly, so you quickly place it back with the rest of your knives before glancing over to the woman again.

She's started to sing, and her voice would sound angelic and perfect if you cared to hear what she was singing about.

You were busy and had things to do. You wanted one peaceful night with a few drinks to drown your pain in. Was that too much to ask for?

You just grumble to yourself until that annoying woman shuts her mouth, and of course, that is when the whole tavern erupts with laughter, cheering, and lots of loud talking.

You deeply sigh before playing with the bloody cloth in your hand.

Maybe this will continue to keep people away from me.

Everyone turns to congratulate and sweet talk the female minstrel, and you really couldn't care until you feel her eyes on you.

You've had a keen sense of when you're being watched as it's saved your ass on multiple occasions. Her eyes are no different, but they aren't predatory or in anger.

It's a look of curiosity, to put it simply. She's curious about you for God-knows-what reason, but you don't want to explore that cesspool of emotions and late night talking tonight.

One drink was enough for tonight, you reasoned with yourself. That's why you tried to leave, but you were trapped by the crowd that was just dying to see that stupid minstrel.

Well, isn't this just great!

"Hey~" Siyeon saddles up to the stranger's side while ignoring their clear-as-day unamused facial expression.

"Not interested in harlots." They grumble, which causes Siyeon to scoff.

"I am not a harlot! I have as much class as it takes to get me through the day."

"Yeah, it shows."

They try to push past Siyeon, but she won't let it happen.

Why won't you let me talk to you? Are you scared of what might happen… perhaps you'll fall in love with me?

"I'll pay for a drink if you'll sit and chat with me, even if for a moment," Siyeon begs before grabbing their arm.

The stranger cocks their eyebrow before sighing deeply.

"I like whiskey." They mutter before taking a seat at a nearby booth.

"What kind? There's lot to choose from, like-"

"The stronger, the better."

"Okay then…" Siyeon awkwardly stares off to the side before waving a barmaid over. "Two drinks, if you would. Whiskey for them, soju for me."

The barmaid nods before scurrying off, and Siyeon hears you scoff while relaxing into the cushion of the booth.

"She ran away because she was scared of me."

Siyeon curiously glances at you before shaking your head.

"I'm sure that's not the-"

You carelessly toss a knife on the table, which causes Siyeon to jump back in her seat.

"See? You're scared too."

"No, it's not like that-"

"You don't need to lie to me." For once, the intriguing stranger's eyes soften before becoming firm once again. "I can handle the truth, given what I do for a living."

"What do you do?"

"I'm a monster hunter. A better one, if I may say, since I'm not dead yet."

Siyeon tries her best not to snort while laughing.

"You amuse me…" She trails off while trying to catch your name.

"Yeah, you're not getting a name out of me, Siyeon."

"Yah! You know my name. That's not fair." A slight whine comes from her lips, and a slight smile appears on yours as Siyeon tries not to pout.

"Okay, okay… Y/N. That's my name, don't abuse it."

"Y/N, huh…" She repeats the name.

I like the way it rolls off of my tongue.

"What, you don't like it?" You tease as Siyeon sighs.

"No, I think it fits you."

"I sure hope it does, you know, since it's my name and all."

Siyeon laughs again.

"I like your sense of humor."

"Really? People think I can be dry at times… I'm glad to have your words to prove them wrong." They say as the barmaid quickly walks over.

She drops off Siyeon's order before moving to another table.

"Shall we drink?" Siyeon grabs her glass before sliding yours to you.

"Eh, why not?"

"You're going, Y/N? Is it your bedtime already?" Siyeon's comment annoys you, but her teasing isn't completely unwanted.

"No, I just have more important things to be doing, like not talking with you "

"Ouch, Y/N. Oh, how you wound me!" Siyeon dramatically places a hand over her heart, and you scoff before sliding out of the booth.

"Get used to it. I either stab people with my knives or my words. If I were you, I'd accept the rudeness." You calmly say as she stiffens up.

"You were going to stab me?"

"It depended on what you were going to try." You admit as Siyeon gasps.

"For the last time, I am not a harlot-"

"That's not what I meant, Siyeon, and I think you know that." You grumble.

"Oh, then what was on your mind, then? It probably was me~"

You feel your face heat up, but you refuse to give this flirt the satisfaction of knowing that her teasing and overall warmth melt your cold exterior.

"That's not… the case. Not at all. I think you're just fine."

"Lots of people think I'm fine. You'll have to say a more creative compliment if you want to capture my heart, my dear Y/N~"

"Is your head always so far up your ass, or am I getting to see a special side of the infamous Siyeon?" You joke as Siyeon tries to not spit out her drink.

"Infamous? Me?"

"Don't play coy with me, you flirtatious minx." You blatantly say. "I know all about you. I've heard stories from the tailor in town, along with a few of my monster-hunting friends. You've got a reputation that you… know how to play people as easily as you play that guitar."

"Why's that so important to you?" Siyeon softly asks, and you shake your head.

"I… hate to admit it, but I need your help. You're much more charming and beloved than I am. There's this person that I need information out of… but they are extremely hard to get a hold of. Luckily for me, she responds well to beautiful women."

"You think I'm beautiful?"

"...Besides the point, but yes, I do."

"What's her name, and where do I need to meet you?"

"Wait, you want to do th-"

Siyeon interrupts you by placing a hand on yours.

"There's something different about you. I knew it when I laid my eyes on you."

"Oh Siyeon, you say that to everyone."

"You're not everyone, though, and that's what makes you so great." She offers you a warm smile, and you don't think that you can fall any further for her charms. "Once again, I will ask you for her name, and where I need to meet you."

"Sana…. And we should meet outside of this bar in three days." You quickly say before pulling your hand away from hers.

"What about your clothing? You're not going when you look like that, right?"

"The tailor's out of town. What am I-"

"-I know someone who can help. JiU has an apprentice, you know?"

You cross your arms and stare at Siyeon curiously.

"Who would that be, exactly?"

Who did Siyeon send me to, and why does she look like a child?

The young tailor's youthful features and kind smile tell you that she has no idea who the fuck you are, and what you do.

So JiU hasn't told her anything… that's good.

"Excuse me, but you're JiU's apprentice, right?" You gently ask, and she excitedly nods.

"In the blood and flesh. You can call me Gahyeon because it's weird for people to call me JiU's apprentice. It feels too formal for what I do."

You nod in acknowledgment.

"I'll make note of it."

"So, what brings you to our humble store, then?"

"I need some new clothes."

"....What kind of clothes?"

You toss the torn shirt on the counter, and Gahyeon analyzes the shirt with horrified curiosity.

"Something that'll prevent this from happening again."

"Got it!" Gahyeon says as you throw a bag of money on the counter. "That's way more money than I need, you know."

"It's not just for the shirt."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't ask any more questions, and the money's yours."

"Oh, okay…" Gahyeon scoops up the money, and she heads to the back of the store. "It'll be done in a day or two!"

"Look what the cat dragged in…" Siyeon taunts you as you take a seat next to her at the bar. "How'd it go with Gahyeon?"

"She didn't ask many questions, so I would say that it went well."

"Really? Gahyeon usually doesn't shut up when I come in."

"To be fair, you're not exactly quiet either."

"I would be offended by that, but you're cute, so I guess I can let it go." Siyeon shrugs before sliding over a shot of whiskey. "I got you some whiskey. You're welcome, by the way."

"Wasn't going to say thank you anyway." You quickly take the shot before continuing to talk with Siyeon. "Can I have some rum?"

"Of course, anything for you." She winks, and you hide your embarrassment as she chuckles. "You're really cute, considering that you could easily kill me if you wanted to."

"Don't tempt me, Siyeon." You mutter as she hands the shot glass to the bartender.

"I'm surprised you came and sat with me at the bar. I thought you preferred sitting in the back."

"I did, but then someone came and changed me." You say as the bartender sets the shot of rum on the counter.

"Oh, and who would that be?"

"I'm not stroking your ego, Siyeon." You roll your eyes before drinking the rum.

"Aww, so it was me! I appreciate the sentiment." She smiles, and you shake your head.

"I know you tease me about acting differently than I look, but you're much nicer than I thought you would be." You shyly admit as Siyeon blushes.

"I'm honored that you think so highly of me, Y/N." Siyeon softly says.

"That sentiment goes both ways." You confirm, and Siyeon chuckles.

"So… you want to get out of here?" Siyeon asks, and your eyes widen. "No, no, I didn't mean it like that-"

"A midnight walk sounds fantastic. Maybe I can tell you about Sana, and you can tell me some more about yourself."

"If I didn't know you better, Y/N, I'd say you were trying to flirt with me." Siyeon chuckles to herself, but you're deadly serious.

"Maybe I am." You mutter under your breath.

"Ah-ha! You are so much different than you seem. I like this part of you, but honestly, I just like you, Y/N."

"I like you too, Siyeon. Much more than I ever should."

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Safe Haven ~Bang Chan | Day 15.

Pairing: SpaceRebel!Chan x WitchQueen!F.Reader Themes: Fantasy AU | Sci-Fi AU | Royalty AU | Soulmate AU | Slow Burn | Mutual Pining | Angst | Smut | Fluff. Series Warnings: Third person POV · Very loose and liberal usage of Star Wars concepts (mostly to refer to weapons and tech). you don’t need to know anything about SW to read this, trust me · Physical descriptions of the main female character such as: can visibly blush, having long hair, and being short · Violence · Swearing · Mature themes and language · Original characters · Graphic smut (later chapters) · Mentions of the members of other groups (later chapters) · No one is straight, beware · Each chapter will include its own individual warnings. Chapters marked as M (Mature) either include highly detailed violence, or smut.

Chapter Warnings: suggestive · mentions of alcohol consumption & death. Word Count: ~7k | AO3

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for a 18+ audience only. Minors do not interact. ✰This chapter has been reworked as of 16/08/2023

Previous Chapter: Day 10. | Series Masterlist. | Next Chapter: Day 17.

Author’s Note: 👀

Disclaimer: the story presented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

Five days.

The Queen had been gone for five days.

Five whole days.

Chan should know, he had counted them all. He hadn’t meant to, or, at least, that was what he tried to tell himself. It was something that happened naturally, since the constant whispering in the castle corridors was too loud to not hear, and the heavy feeling in his chest was too strong to ignore.

The enchanted ribbons around his limbs didn’t make it any better. Chan had taken Wang Eun’s advice and started wearing them under his clothes for their morning sessions, making sure to wrap them around his arms and legs every morning before the man arrived at his chambers. Every time he had the fabric against his bare skin, it almost felt like the Queen was there, and it was steadily driving him a little crazy.

Chan thought that maybe the fact that Her Majesty was away would help clear his mind a bit. Maybe he’d realise it was all in his head, that his feelings were just shallow, a product of her pretty face and her deadly cleavage, but he was now positive they weren’t.

He often caught himself looking for her around the castle, he was doing it without thinking, almost instinctively, since he knew she just wasn’t there. He realised after a few days that he missed her presence. Her teasing, her eloquent comments, and worst of all, he missed her warmth. He’d kill to have her warmth reach him, even if it would do so from afar… Absence truly made the heart grow fonder, it seemed.

“Man, I can’t wait for Her Majesty to be back…” Wang Eun was staring at His Majesty and Hoseok sparring in the distance. ‘Breaks are important for progress!’ he’d claimed earlier when he plopped down on the floor to look at the couple. “The days are starting to get too long”.

Chan’s eyebrows rose in surprise at his comment. He hadn’t noticed it until that moment, but Wang Eun was right. The days were getting longer. Night fell later and left much sooner, and daytime just seemed to be stretching a bit longer each day. Was it because of her absence? He wanted to ask, but before he could, Wang Eun interrupted him.

“Anyway”, he stood up from where he and Chan had been sitting down to rest for a bit. “Eye candy time is over. We must continue”.

Chan huffed out a laugh, standing up and wiping his hands on his trousers. “I thought this was a very important break”.

“It is!” Wang Eun urged. “My eyes need to rest, and what better way to do so than looking at two sweaty hot guys throwing hands”.

Chan eyed him, incapable of keeping the smirk plastered on his face concealed when he crossed his arms over his chest. “For someone so horny all the time, do you even get laid? Never seen you score once”, he was teasing Wang Eun, of course. The man had gotten on his nerves way too many times recently, so he certainly had it coming.

Wang Eun let out a dramatic gasp, just as a hand flew to clutch his chest. “I get laid a healthy amount! When I… uh… find a willing participant”, he got into position, preparing to begin another sparring session. “Why? Are you offering something?” He added, squinting his eyes.

Was that… hope in his voice?

Chan scoffed, getting into position as well. “Sorry to break your heart, but we’d never work”, he added with a chuckle.

Regardless of the feelings he harboured towards the Queen, Chan was sure that he and Wang Eun were just romantically incompatible. The man was clearly looking for a hookup or an open relationship, which was something Chan had zero interest in, and that’d probably bring a lot of headaches into his life had there ever been a possibility.

Another dramatic gasp fell from Wang Eun’s lips. “But I’d treat you so well!”

“Wang Eun, I would literally kill you in your sleep after you annoy me one too many times”, Chan laughed. One thing he was sure of was that Wang Eun wouldn’t take it to heart, not only because this was Wang Eun, King of Not Taking Things Too Seriously, but also because Chan had heard the man make this offer to several other people already. “Sorry, I think we should remain friends”.

Wang Eun huffed out a laugh. “Your loss, then”.

“No news. It’s been radio silent for a while”, Hyunjin’s voice crackled slightly through the earpiece Chan had in his ear. “Or at least that’s what Minho said”.

Chan hummed, using the spanner in his hand to unscrew a bunch of bolts from below the cooling system of the ship, and dropped them in a cup for safekeeping so they wouldn’t get lost in the mess of tools and scraps around the ship.

“How… How are you doing?” Hyunjin sounded incredibly cautious when he asked, which made Chan’s left eye twitch.

“Peachy”, Chan was, in fact, not peachy, and he knew it. But that wasn’t a conversation he was willing to have with his younger friend right here, right now. “How are you, though?”

Hyunjin sighed, whether it was due to Chan’s obvious lie and deflection of his question, or due to his own feelings, Chan didn’t know. “I’m honestly still feeling a bit… shaken. I can’t stop thinking that those captured could’ve been us, which in turn makes me feel bad because it’s still shitty, regardless of who it was captured”.

“It’s completely understandable you feel that way”, Chan reassured him. He felt his heart ache at how hurt his friend sounded, and he hated that he couldn’t be there, with them, providing them the support they surely needed… “At the end of the day, don’t we all know what we get ourselves into when we join the cause?”

“Who you talking to?” Felix’s voice resonated above Chan, which slightly startled him.

“Hyunjin”, Chan dropped another bolt in the cup. “Thought you were training with Jenna?”

“She had to leave”, Felix had a splitting smile on his face, which he often had these days. He was clearly enjoying all the new knowledge he was getting, and, from what Jenna had told Chan, he was learning fast, too. It honestly warmed Chan up to his very soul. “I wanna talk to Hyunjin, too”.

“I’ll pass you to Felix, yeah?” Chan addressed Hyunjin, who gave him an enthusiastic response he didn’t really hear. He took the earpiece and handed it to Felix, who immediately put it in his ear and started chatting away.

No news from Dall was always good news. However, Chan couldn’t help but feel antsy. Any unit being captured was always disheartening, but this time was particularly tough on him and his crewmates, since they had worked closely with Jaebum’s unit in the past. It was almost, almost like one member of their own unit had been taken–or multiple members, considering they didn’t really know how many of them were captured.

“Chan, do you think we can…”

Felix was talking, he was trying to tell Chan something, but Chan couldn’t hear it. Not now that the odd humming in his ears suddenly came back after it’d been absent for a few days. It took him by surprise, so much so, it made him drop the spanner in his hand, and the thing clattered loudly as soon as it hit the floor.

“Hey, dude. Are you okay?” Felix was close now, getting into Chan’s space while Chan brought a hand to his head and shook it lightly.

“M’fine”, Chan felt a bit stunned all of a sudden.

He debated whether he should ask his friend about it or not, maybe Felix would be hearing the thing, too. But considering he hadn’t mentioned anything, Chan preferred to keep it to himself, so as to not worry him. Instead, he decided to tell him a half truth. “Just feeling a bit lightheaded”.

Felix quickly ran to get Chan some water, which he was grateful for. As he sat on the floor waiting for Felix, even if the unexpected reappearance of the sound had completely shaken his senses, he couldn’t help but feel slightly comforted now that it was back.

What an odd feeling to have towards something so… seemingly insignificant, or potentially dangerous…

The castle corridors were quiet, save for Chan’s muffled steps on the carpet as he walked. Lira Le’s twin moons seemed to be shining extra bright tonight, their light filtered through the tall windows lining the walls, and the silver pillars produced by them, as well as the dim orbs of light, illuminated Chan’s path.

Chan wasn’t in a hurry, he enjoyed the silence at this time, it was a stark contrast to the lively aura in the corridors during the day. In a way, it let him spend some time with himself, while he tried his best to make sense of his worries. The routinary motions of walking towards a fixed destination eased his mind–not completely, but enough for him to continue moving forward.

Walking past the throne room, a minute sense of guilt pulled at his heart. The Queen’s original request for him not to come to this area was still deeply ingrained in his brain somehow. However, the feeling was short lived, as the newer, fresher memory of the Queen telling him she trusted him, and that he was free to roam anywhere in the castle as he pleased, filled him with an odd sense of satisfaction, and obliterated that feeling of guilt completely.

Since he first stepped in this area with the Queen a handful of moons ago, back when she showed him the tapestry, the space always looked less lived in to him. There were even more paintings and statues than any other areas of the castle, which made the space look more like an archive, rather than an actual place inhabited by people.

After a handful of minutes walking, Chan finally took the final turn, and walked past the wolf statue, so he could make his way to the corridor’s exit, to that archway which would take him right to the relatively small courtyard where he knew the pool to be at.

The moment he stepped outside he was greeted by the fresh evening air, and the twin moons shining full and bright in the sky, illuminating the area perfectly. No windows or other doors pointed towards this courtyard, only the arch he had just come out from, all of which provided an immediate sense of privacy.

He knew the place was usually empty, since the courtyard sat in a very secluded area of the castle. However, as soon as he stepped on the grass, Chan felt the two presences in the space.

The black panther of his affections, Freyja, rolled around on the grass, right by the poolside, and, inside the pool, he saw the outline of a person, a silhouette he was able to recognise instantly, even if they had their back turned to him.

The Queen’s hair was soaked, coming down her back, disappearing under the water. The moonlight kissed the tattooed skin of her shoulders, which were now covered in a sheen of wetness. Five long days had passed since Chan last saw her, and if there had been any part of him left that believed her absence would make him realise his feelings weren’t real, it would’ve died the second his eyes landed on her form. He couldn’t look away, not this time. Right then, the pull to her felt stronger than ever before.

Chan saw her move, but his mind was too sluggish to even try and make his presence known. So he just stood there, too stunned to speak.

“Dear Gods!” Her Majesty yelped in surprise as soon as she noticed Chan’s presence, and she slightly recoiled, bringing her hand to her chest below the waterline.

Chan’s basic brain functions finally returned to him, and all of a sudden he became painfully aware of how creepy he must’ve looked just standing there, with his expression akin to that of a deer in the headlights. He brought his hands up to show he meant no harm. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here”.

“Me neither. What’re you doing here?”

Chan put his hands back down and just shrugged. He decided to answer her honestly, since he didn’t feel like he had to keep up any pretences here. “Needed to get my mind off things. Couldn’t sleep”.

The Queen just hummed in response, and the water slowly sloshed around her while she kept herself afloat.

Chan held her gaze as they shared a few moments of silence, all while a shiver threatened to run down his spine. Whether that shiver was caused by the way her eyes roamed his form, or by the cool breeze passing by, he didn’t know.

Finally, he spoke again, unable to keep himself from smiling. “Welcome back”.

“Thank you. It’s good to be back”, she had a smile of her own on her face. It was honestly embarrassing how much he was struggling, especially when she looked so calm and collected inside the pool. Hopefully she wouldn’t notice…

Chan felt a nudge on his hand, which finally pulled his attention away from her alluring eyes.

It was Freyja, of course. She rubbed her forehead on his hand to request for pets, which he provided immediately. The panther seemed to have been gone, too, since he hadn’t really seen her the entire time the Queen was gone. So pets were definitely in order.

With his hand now focused on Freyja, he looked back at the Queen. Oddly enough, the purring resonating from the panther seemed to be giving him a bit of courage. “You mind sharing the pool for a bit?”

Chan seriously hoped the answer was no, that she didn’t mind his presence there, since the need to swim was desperately clinging on to him.

“Well… I’m…” Her Majesty cleared her throat. Her eyes were darting all around his face, even from a distance. She stayed silent for a few seconds, and Chan was close to breaking a cold sweat in anticipation. Ultimately, she took a deep breath.

There was no way Chan would’ve been even remotely prepared for what followed.

“I wasn’t expecting anyone here at this time… I’m… I’m quite literally naked in here”.

There was no undertone to her words, she simply just stated a fact, and yet, Chan’s brain decided to just hit the shut down button. Naked, naked? Or still-wearing-undergarments naked? He didn’t voice it, of course, but how could he not think about it?

He blinked slowly, and, without even taking a second to think, the words flew out of his mouth on their own. “I don’t mind”.

The Queen chuckled. “Then, be my guest”, she ducked her head underwater and swam towards the shallower end of the pool, further away from where Chan was standing.

Freyja seemed to have understood, too, since she gave Chan’s hand one more affectionate lick before she trotted back towards the side of the pool. When she found a suitable area, she walked in circles a few times, only to finally drop on the spot and start grooming herself.

Chan’s movements were slow–surprisingly calm–as he removed his boots and pulled his vest over his head. He took his time stretching his limbs, lightly warming up each joint and each muscle for the exercise that would follow.

Because that was what he was here for.

To exercise…

Once he felt like his muscles were warmed up enough, he positioned himself by the end of the pool, then gracefully dived into it. The sudden splash of water brought him back from his stupor, and his senses came back to him as soon as he started swimming laps. The water was perfect, as usual. It was warmed up slightly to withstand the cold air of the night.

Chan continued to do this for a while, going back and forth inside the pool, letting his limbs enjoy the movement against them as he swam… Slowly, but surely, the warmed up water of the pool washed away his worries with each stroke, all while his mind was only slightly aware of the Queen’s presence in the vicinity.

After a few more laps around the pool, he started feeling like himself again. So, he ducked his head underwater one more time to completely cool off, only to resurface seconds later with a satisfied sigh.

Chan stayed there for a while, just enjoying the feeling of floating on the water, with his gaze turned upwards towards the sky.

It still amazed him whenever he looked at the evening sky here. It was truly beautiful, full of twinkling stars, and the occasional shine of bioluminescent light. The two full moons were the centre of attention this evening, their light shone incredibly bright, almost blinding, but, somehow, it didn’t hurt his eyes one bit. If anything, he felt almost as if it was revitalising him.

He turned to look at the Queen, who–to his surprise–was already looking at him. There was a decent distance between them, but he could still see her face clearly. She looked relaxed, there was no sign of annoyance or anger on her face at his intrusion. And, admittedly, the sight made him relax, too.

“Feeling better?” Her voice broke through the silence, although her tone was incredibly low, so as to not disturb the sleeping critters in the night.

A smile crept on Chan’s lips. “Much better”.

Whether this improvement in mood was due to the swim he’d just had, or due to her presence so close to him, he wasn’t sure.

The Queen smiled, too. “I must say… You’re a good swimmer”.

“Thank you”, there was no room for arguing, for insecurities, nor self-deprecation. For once, he was comfortable taking the compliment. “What about you, though? Are you feeling better?”

“I’m also feeling better”, she no longer had clouds in her eyes, she didn’t seem to tremble like she was doing the last time he saw her, so he knew it was true.

Chan swam a bit closer, leaving a fair distance between them still. “So, how was the trip?”

The Queen looked at him for a moment, and then sighed. “Don’t wanna talk about it. Tell me about you, though. Anything fun while I was gone?”

Chan scoffed, but updated her on his affairs anyway. He told her all about the Big Bad Wolf’s latest successful and unsuccessful repairs, about how much Felix had been improving thanks to Jenna’s guidance…

He told her about the night he took Changbin and Felix to the castle town, how they went for drinks at that place she’d told Chan that she liked, how both Changbin and Felix got absolutely hammered and never mocked him for his hangover from the other day again.

Her Majesty listened intently, with a soft smile on her lips as Chan told her story after story… He wondered briefly if he might’ve been talking too much, until she started to ask questions, sounding genuinely interested in everything he had to say. Just like she always did.

He spoke until he got tired of listening to his own voice. At this point, he’d much, much rather listen to the Queen speak.

“So, since you won’t tell me what happened during your trip, can I at least ask who was the guy arguing with you the other night?” Chan finally asked once he finished his little storytelling session. “Never seen him before. He seemed to really not want you to leave”.

Chan had been curious about the man’s identity since he’d materialised next to the Queen in front of the Big Bad Wolf, so he figured now was as good a time as any to ask about it.

Her Majesty chuckled, swimming just the tiniest bit closer to him. “That’s Kul. He’s part of the Queen’s Guard. My guard, I guess”.

Chan couldn’t help but laugh. The prospect of the Queen having a whole squad dedicated to protecting her amused him immensely. “You have guards? You? What could they possibly guard you from? No one would dare come within ten metres of your radius. You’d kick their ass in seconds”.

Her Majesty laughed, and the sound reverberated within him, rattling that box of feelings in his heart. “Need I remind you, you’ve dared come closer than ten metres within my radius, Christopher?”

There was something in her voice, something alluring that wrapped around him, that tempted him, and it made his head spin a bit.

“And you kicked my ass, remember?” The sudden memory of her hand wrapped around his throat when she’d pinned him to the column of the training grounds did things to him, things he dared not say, things he dared not even think about. As usual, Chan just decided to ignore it.

“I reckon I was too soft”, she chuckled. “But to answer your question, yes, I have guards… It’s tradition. If I need to be protected, they’re there… But honestly, most of the time they just try to keep me from doing stupid shit”.

Chan hummed, understanding. “Like leaving the planet”.

“Yes, exactly like that”.

The comment Wang Eun had made earlier seemed to play back in his mind, and curiosity bubbled over within him. “It’s true, then. When you leave, the days get longer?”

She nodded. “If I’m gone for more than a few days, daytime starts stretching longer than it should”, she looked at the sky briefly, then back at him. “Did you not notice how fast night fell on your first few days here? It’s because Sol wasn’t here. If we leave for too long, the balance starts wavering. Days or nights will get longer, and eventually, if we’re gone for long enough, the magic in the planet will waver, too”.

Surprise painted his features immediately. She was right. On his first few days here, he’d thought that was just how time worked here. Plenty of planets had different day cycles, so he hadn’t thought too much about the fact that daytime was, in fact, long. Not until now, at least.

Chan hadn’t realised the twins’ presence on the planet was that important, so important the entire magic flowing throughout the planet could be affected by it. Suddenly, a grim thought came to him. “Uh… What happens if one of you… dies?” He didn’t particularly like the thought, but curiosity won the best of him, so he asked the question anyway.

Her Majesty hummed, thinking for a moment as her eyes trained on the moons above their heads. After a long intake of breath, she spoke again. “That’s why we try our best to not get into trouble. Why we’ve always been sort of neutral... If we do, it’s very likely that by the time we’re old and close to dying, the Frequency would’ve had enough time to bring us an heir who we can relay our duties to… If we die prematurely, the entire ecosystem will be affected. Sure, the planet will continue to harbour life, but it’ll be hard to live here until a new royal is born and the balance is restored”.

She sounded… stressed about it, which he couldn’t blame her for. Clearly a lot of responsibility rested on her and her brother’s shoulders, and it showed. The Queen joining the Alliance meant she was playing with fire, her possibly dying was something that would affect not only her, but her people, too.

“Why did you join the Alliance, then?” Chan couldn’t help himself when he asked, with his eyebrows scrunched together in slight confusion. “If it’s so important for you to stay alive, why would you walk head first into danger by joining the Alliance?”

She looked at him, really, really looked. Her eyes darted around his face, her expression impassive. “Some things… require risks”, she shrugged. “Maybe one day I’ll be able to tell you my reasons. Today’s not that day”.

The Queen held his gaze, and her eyes were loaded with emotions he couldn’t quite decipher. Sadness? Worry? Determination? He couldn’t tell. Chan was missing a puzzle piece to understand it all, to understand her and her motives. A piece that only she could give him, but only when she wanted to–if she ever wanted to at all…

So, Chan hummed in understanding, deciding to pry no further.

Her Majesty looked back at him for a moment, her eyes jumped all around his face for a bit, until they settled back on his own. In a second, her expression turned to what Chan could only describe as playful. Certainly a look that could only mean trouble.

In a second, she ducked her head underwater, and alarm bells rang in Chan’s head immediately.

He was caught off guard, but he still tried his best to look around, in an attempt to catch a glimpse of her movement. She must’ve gone pretty deep, since he couldn’t see anything. Besides, the reflection of the two moons above him did nothing but obscure his view.

Suddenly, he felt it. A tug on his ankle that gave him just enough time to catch his breath before he was pulled down underwater. His vision blurred, and the bubbles caused by the sudden movement was the only thing he could barely see underwater.

A few moments passed before he resurfaced, gasping for air as he came face to face with the Queen. She was laughing, unabashedly laughing after her little prank.

The absolute fucking nerve of that woman. He just wasn’t going to let that go.

“You think you’re funny, huh?” Chan tried his best to sound offended, to sound hurt, but he was sure she knew it was all an act.

“I do, actually. I think I’m hilarious”, the Queen chuckled, still amused.

Chan scoffed, right before he made his move. As quickly as he could, he ducked his head underwater–this time, willingly. It was easy to find his target, since she was so close. After taking a hold of Her Majesty’s ankle, he pulled hard, with all his strength. The movement had been so quick that bubbles formed as her body sank down, obscuring his view a bit.

As soon as Chan broke the surface, he inhaled deeply. He expected Her Majesty to break the surface shortly after, but she didn’t.

For a second, he panicked, and he wondered if she might’ve been drowning underwater.

How silly of him to worry. The feeling was completely short-lived. He felt her presence at his back a second too late. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and, putting pressure on his shoulders, she pushed down hard with all her weight, effectively taking him underwater once again.

She’d pushed down on him with so much force he felt his feet hit the floor of the pool. And, in a moment of quick thinking,he kicked his feet and used the momentum to take them both back up.

The moment they broke the surface they started simultaneously gasping for air and laughing. This entire encounter was quickly warming him up from the inside out. When was the last time he felt this… joyous? That he was… well, his age?

It was pleasant. Maybe more than pleasant… He just felt… full.

“My Gods, you’re a sore loser”, Chan said between chuckles, wiping the stray tears in his eyes that mixed with the pool’s water.

“Hey! I could say the same about you!” Her Majesty was chuckling too, clearly amused.

Their chuckles slowly died down, until they eventually fell into comfortable silence.

Chan was suddenly aware of her presence–very aware. They hadn’t moved positions after they’d resurfaced. She was still holding onto him from behind, with her arms resting comfortably around his shoulders. Right then, he remembered the Queen’s haunting words from earlier. It was impossible not to remember them when he could perfectly feel her bare breasts pressing against his back.

Chan, quite obviously, didn’t mind in the slightest. Her warmth seeped into him anywhere her bare skin made contact with his, to eventually reach deep within his heart, where it wreaked absolute havoc on each and every single one of the walls he had put around it. While her breathing evened out, the hum resonating in his skull seemed to intensify with every rise and fall of her chest against his back.

Her eyes were trained on the sky, where she admired the twin moons above them. Chan, on the other hand, was enthralled by a more immediate attraction.

He was closely examining the tattoos on the Queen’s arm, the intricate patterns that practically covered her from head to toe. His hand moved on its own accord, and, before he knew it, he was holding one of the Queen’s wrists in his hand, caressing patterns on her skin with his thumb.

Her Majesty didn’t object to his touch. In fact, she just hummed at the soft movements provided by the pad of his thumb.

“I remember…” Chan spoke finally, almost mumbling. “The day in the infirmary, when your brother came back… I remember the tattoos receding towards your hands, leaving your arms bare”.

She hummed in acknowledgement, which Chan took as an indication to continue. “So, that means these are part of your magic, too?”

“Kinda…” Her Majesty’s voice was also quiet, and she spoke her words a bit slower than usual.

The proximity of her mouth to his ear, the way she slowly, quietly spoke in his ear kick-started his heart beat. But he, once again, decided to ignore it.

“They’re more like… like the ribbons you’ve been using for your joints. They help stabilise our magic, in a way. When magic manifests physically, it’s a bit easier to control. My magic particularly… It can be quite volatile if I’m not careful. As you might’ve noticed”, she added with a chuckle. “That’s why the runes on my skin are all so dense, to keep it all contained as best as I can”.

Chan just hummed in response, and his curiosity had been satisfied for the time being. However, the movement of his thumb against her skin didn’t stop.

They stayed silent for a while, both of them just looking at the night sky, basking in the twin moons’ light. Chan felt at ease there. Oddly enough, her warmth seemed to be wrapping around every single one of his nerve-endings, soothing him, and her presence comforted him. Just like the minute sway of the water around him did.

“Chris…” The Queen’s voice broke the comfortable silence, and his name coming out of her lips effectively quickened his heartbeat. “Are you… Are you comfortable?”

Such an innocuous question, yet he understood. She didn’t need to spell it out to him, he understood exactly what she was trying to ask–Are you comfortable being here like this?

“I am”, and he truly felt comfortable, just like he did every time he was with her. There was no hesitation in his answer, he wasn’t sure why, but he felt courageous enough to admit it, so he decided to embrace it and roll with it.

A few more moments of silence passed, until Chan decided to speak again. “Are you?”

He could’ve sworn he could feel it, Her Majesty’s heart beating just a tad faster against his back. Just like he felt the intake of breath before she replied, which made him inhale a shaky breath, too.

“I am, too. But I don’t know why”.

Chan felt courageous tonight, he truly did. So he moved, carefully taking a hold of Her Majesty’s arms around his shoulders, exerting just enough pressure for her to remove them from his frame so he could turn around and look her in the eyes.

He cupped her cheeks, and he couldn’t help but revel in the fact that the skin there was just as soft as the rest of her body–at least, as the parts of her body he’d already touched. The Queen didn’t move away. On the contrary, she leaned into his hold, and her eyes fluttered shut when his thumbs lightly drew circles on her cheeks.

“I know why”, and in that moment, Chan truly, truly did.

The pull felt stronger than ever. All reason slipped between his fingers the moment she opened her eyes and he held her gaze confidently. Chan leaned in slowly, and, as if to give her time to back out, his lips brushed hers for a brief moment. That minute contact was already igniting the flame of need deep within him.

There was no objection, no backing out, so he finally leaned in fully, connecting his mouth to hers.

Her breath hitched in her throat, but she immediately reciprocated his kiss. Her hands came to rest on top of his on her face, just as their mouths got acquainted with one another. Their movements were slow, almost tender. Their noses brushed slightly with every change of angle, and the way her lips slotted between his–placing soft pecks against his flesh–turned his brain to putty in seconds.

Her Majesty moved her hands away from his. Instead, she placed them on Chan’s neck, and pulled him closer to her. He obliged her silent request, and his hands moved from her face to rest at her waist, pulling her flush to his body.

The feeling of her tongue on his bottom lip made him groan. His lips parted to let his tongue meet hers in the middle. Wet muscle against wet muscle, the motions drew out the most sinful sounds from deep within them. Chan could feel it, like fire spreading all throughout his body, an unstoppable feeling of desire that burnt him from the inside out. He needed to be with her, to pull her impossibly closer to him…

The Queen threaded her fingers in his hair, lightly scratching his scalp as they went. The action had an appreciative hum escaping his throat and right into her mouth. His hands moved slowly, feeling the planes of her bare back. Chan wanted to feel it all, he wanted to commit to memory every single area of naked skin, every single sound that came out of her mouth. He just needed her, he had this entire time.

Their previously coordinated movements turned clumsier the more they kissed, the more they touched each other, and rubbed against each other. There was no logic to their acts. There was only passion, and need, and lust, and his mind was starting to disconnect from everything that wasn’t the Queen’s lips on his, her hands touching his bare skin, her breasts against his chest, and her heated skin under his hands.

If it’d been up to him, Chan would’ve never pulled away. He would’ve gladly stayed right there, in their little bubble, slowly grinding their hips against each other, exploring each other’s mouths, feeling each other up… But his lungs betrayed him as the kiss became more heated, and the need for air was increasing by the second.

Even when their lips finally separated, their bodies stayed flush to one another, with their foreheads pressed together as they both gasped for air. Chan wanted to lean in again, he wanted to get lost in her forever, never to worry about any usurper, or any galactic injustice ever again.

But the Queen pulled away from him. Her eyes frantically scanned his features, and a flash of panic crossed her eyes. She scrambled to pull Chan’s hands from her body, and her voice was breathless and a bit shaky when she finally spoke. “I… I have to go”.

The Queen removed herself from Chan’s space quickly. She swam towards the stairs of the pool, where she grabbed her discarded robe and flung it over her when she came out.

A call of ‘Freyja, come on’ as she walked past her panther was enough to wake up the feline from her peaceful nap.

With hurried steps, Her Majesty made it to the corridor’s entrance, and she disappeared in it in seconds, with Freyja following soon after.

Chan just stayed there, floating in the pool, too stunned to speak, much less to stop her, staring at the place where she had just disappeared into. His heart thumped aggressively in his chest, his breathing was still laboured, and his trunks felt increasingly tighter than they did when he’d dived into this pool however long ago.

Confusion and panic aggressively brewed within him while he scrambled to get out of the pool.

Did he fuck it all up?

Had he read the signs wrong?

“Changbin!” Chan stood in front of Changbin’s door, banging it with his fist, trying to get his attention. “Changbin, please! Open the door!”

After a few more hits of Chan’s fist against the door, an exasperated-looking Changbin finally opened it.

“What the fuck! Do you know what time it is?!” His hair was tousled, his voice groggy, and his face swollen–clear signs that he’d been sleeping already.

“Changbin, I did something stupid”, Chan walked past Changbin, straight into his chambers. “Something really stupid”.

“I hope this is some serious stupid shit for you to be waking me up like this”, Changbin closed the door behind him, and turned to look at his friend. “Why are you soaking wet?”

Chan started pacing around the room, his hands tangled in his damp hair, and pulled the strands, all while he completely ignored his friend’s question. “I can’t believe… What’s wrong with me…”

The room was dark, the light emanated by the two full moons coming from the window provided just enough illumination for the two men to see each other while they talked to each other–or at least, while Changbin tried to talk, since Chan simply mumbled nonsense and continued pacing around his chambers.

“Hey, Chan. Tell me”, Changbin started, following Chan with his eyes as Chan moved back and forth around the room. “Hey! Listen to me!” Changbin lunged towards his friend, and held him tightly by the shoulders to stop his movements. “What the fuck did you do?”

“I kissed her, Changbin. I kissed the Queen”, Chan confessed with wide eyes, and he brought both of his hands to cover his mouth, as if to conceal his already spoken secret.

“You did what?” This was some stupid shit that Changbin clearly wasn’t expecting to hear.

Chan groaned, bringing his hands to his eyes, applying pressure there as he made his way towards Changbin’s bed, and plopped down on it. Chan had fucked it all up, he seriously had. “I couldn’t help myself! I mean, I probably could have! I don’t even know why I did it… I mean, I knooow why I did it, but whyyyyy did I have to do it…?”

Chan was rambling, with the palms of his hands still pressed against his eyes as he laid on the bed, completely mortified.

“But, what’d she do? Was she mad? Do we have to start packing?” Changbin’s voice got slightly panicked as he looked at his equally panicked friend, as the questions quickly flew out of his mouth.

“I don’t know, dude. I’m confused”, Chan’s body swayed from side to side on the bed, making a mess of the other’s sheets. “I thought… I mean, she…”.

He was rambling again, all unintelligible nonsense spilling from his lips. Changbin just looked at his friend still rolling on his bed, when a question suddenly came to him. “Did she… Did she kiss you back? Was she… uh… actively involved?”

Chan’s movements stopped abruptly, and his eyes were now fixed on the ceiling. “Yes”.

“Then? What’s this all about?” Changbin gestured to Chan’s still body on his bed.

“Dude, she just…” Chan sat up on the bed, and the sudden movement startled Changbin, making him recoil slightly. “Afterwards, she just said ‘I have to go’ and left. She left! She didn’t say anything else! I messed it all up, why did I have to do that…?” With another groan, Chan just plopped down on the bed again, returning his hands to his face. Changbin was thankful he at least wasn’t rolling around anymore.

“Hey, listen…” Changbin started, sitting on the bed next to his friend. “You’re panicking. Listen, she kissed you back, that’s a good sign. Let’s rationalise this”.

With a sigh, Chan dropped his hands to his sides. Changbin took this as a sign to continue. “Did she… Did she make any attempts to stop you before she left? Or did she tell you she didn’t want it in any way?”

“No”.

“So, she just… kissed you back, and afterwards told you she had to go and left?”

“Yes”.

“Don’t you think that maybe she panicked?” Changbin reasoned.

“Why would she panic?” Chan chuckled out his question, incredulous.

“I don’t know. Why are you panicking?”

Chan thought about that question for a moment.

Why was he panicking? At that moment, he’d felt the urge come to him, he just needed to kiss her. His actions were driven by that pull he felt towards her. His body felt tingly, he’d clearly felt her melt into him just as much as he did into her, it had felt just right, more right than anything had ever felt in his life.

But even then, she left. Chan was so overwhelmed with feelings he ran away from the place immediately after, seeking his friend’s comfort.

“I’m scared”, Chan replied, his voice almost a whisper, his eyes still stuck to the ceiling.

“Of…?” Changbin tried to encourage him to talk, to let out his thoughts in a more coherent manner.

“Rejection”, Chan sighed. The realisation honestly hit him like a kick in the chest. “And… I’m afraid I might’ve overstepped her boundaries”.

“Well, so far there are no guards kicking us out of the castle, so I think we’ll be safe tonight”, Changbin offered, trying to lighten his friend’s mood. “I think you should talk to her. You won’t get out of your head until you do”.

Chan hummed in agreement, bringing his hands to his temples to rub circles on them. He, too, knew he wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about it until he addressed it head on. But how was he going to go about that?

Changbin sighed, tapping his fingers on his thigh, pondering. He eyed Chan for a bit, until he decided to speak again. “To be honest, I’m only slightly surprised because I didn’t think it would happen now, but I knew something would happen eventually”.

Chan looked at Changbin, with his eyes wide in alarm. “How?”

“I have eyes, Christopher”, Changbin said simply, rolling his eyes. Great, Chan was obvious. This was just great. He felt great about it–not. “But I was only sure of it when I saw the way you were looking at each other at lunch with the High King the other day. You looked like you were gonna jump her”, he added, which did nothing to soothe him, if anything, it just made everything worse.

Chan brought his hands to his face, pressing his fingers on his eye sockets, and he groaned again. “This is the fucking worst, dude”.

“If it makes you feel any better”, Changbin patted Chan’s thigh, trying to comfort him. “From an outsider’s perspective, it looked like she was gonna jump you, too”.

Chan peeked through his fingers, scanning his friend’s face as if to discern whether he was teasing him or not. Changbin was serious, which slightly reassured him. Emphasis on slightly.

Chan let out a long, drawn out sigh, removing his hands from his face fully.

A few moments of silence passed before Chan spoke again. “Mind if I stay with you tonight?”

Changbin huffed in response, nudging Chan to move from the middle of the bed to the side. “Whatever, just don’t go ahead and kiss me, too”.

Chan gave him a dirty look, then removed his boots and moved to the side to allow his friend to lay down next to him. Changbin just turned his back to him and laid on his side.

A comfortable silence fell between the two. Chan felt comforted by Changbin’s slowing breathing. His presence was a very much needed anchor to reality, a gateway out of his troubled thoughts. He turned on his side and slung his arm around his friend’s middle, resting his forehead between Changbin’s shoulder blades while a murmured ‘Thanks’ fell from his lips.

Changbin just patted Chan’s hand in understanding, taking it in his and clutching it to his chest before slurring sleepy words of “You’ll be fine. And if you aren’t fine, then I’ll be here for you like always”.

Chan simply cuddled closer to him. Changbin always had a way of comforting him right when he needed it most, so he was grateful for his reassurance.

As he laid there, hugging his friend, Chan could almost feel the Queen’s warmth on his skin still. The feeling was both pleasant and haunting, and he tried his best to ignore the need to dissect every single second of the encounter, to ignore the need to pick at it until he found the smallest thing to feel guilty about.

So, instead, he focused on Changbin’s breathing, which eventually turned into soft snores, and the steady sound finally lulled him to sleep.

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