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dreams-of-yunho · 3 years

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summer strawberries

yunho x y/n

rating: m

genre: smut with a dash of fluff

wc: 2.4k

warnings: steamy shower sex!!!! oral (f r), kinda hand job idk if it counts, light praising, mentions of melted ice cream :o

summary: the hot summer sun is horribly unforgiving. and what's better on a hot summer day but a cool shower? or, even better, a cool shower with mr. jeong yunho? <3

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It was hot. Unberably, ridiculously, stupid, dumb hot. The kind of heat where nail polish becomes sticky and ink won’t dry. Brain melting hot. At least there was a breeze; wind riffled through leaves causing storms of maple tree seeds to fall to the sun torchered ground. Birds cried harshly as winds jostled their homes. Small creatures kept to the shadows: rabbits, squirrels, and chipmunks skirting the sickening heat. Delicate and dainty flower petals wilted tragically.

And what were you to do? It was too miserable to even lift a finger. You were surprised your body was still functioning, believing your heart should burst and your blood boil. Simply miserably miserable you positioned yourself upon the sofa in the living room, the shades drawn so as to not let the fires of hell enter the home. If it weren’t for his promise of ice cream in the next ten minutes, you would have removed all the food from the freezer and shut yourself in, even if it meant asphyxiation, you could not have cared less at this point. If the universe wanted you to melt so badly, why didn’t it just get it over with, the sadist?

Eleven minutes, you thought to yourself, if he takes eleven minutes, we’re through. The prospect of ice cream was not taken lightly in your family. Ice cream was a happy escape for you. A brief moment of release from the trials and tribulations of everyday life. In reality, it wasn’t that great a deal but, today, as the sea of flames spilled through the glass window panes, ice cream was life or death and you would kill for it. You would kill anyone.

As minute ten neared and beads of sweat ran down your back, the door opened and in walked your Knight in Shining Armour, Jeong Yunho.

You watched Yunho as he stood, pantting, in the entryway. You knew the heat was real because of the way he was dressed; he wore a simple white tank top and camouflage cargo shorts. His lightly curled, night black hair was concealed by a ballcap. He removed his sandals and walked towards the living room, barefeet softly padding across the hardwood.

“Okay,” he started. You stared up at him from your place on the couch as he stood in front of you. His cheeks were flushed and his face glistened with a sheen of sweat. “We have choices:” a drop of clear liquid emerged from his hat-covered hairline and dripped to his eyebrow. “Chocolate crunch,” he pulled an ice cream bar from his left hip pocket. “Strawberry and orange cream,” he held two bars previously in his right hip pocket. “And,” he pulled a final bar from his bottom left pocket, “brown sugar boba.”

You carefully observed the selections he held before you. You would take anything frozen, even black cherry walnut.

“But, the thing is,” his tone dropped. “They’re melted.” He shook the bags and you could hear liquid sloshing around.

A quiet rage filled your chest, burning through your lungs. “Yunho!” He lowered his head and dropped his shoulders. “Why did you put them in your pockets?”

“I thought it would protect them from the sun but, I think it acted as a sort of convection oven and escalated the melting process… don’t be mad at me.” He looked down at you through large, heart crushing, puppy dog eyes.

“Hmmmmmmmm,” you whined, destroyed by the lack of immediate ice cream. “We can put them in the fridge I guess. But, that’ll take forever, ugh.” You slowly dragged your hands across your face, collecting far more sweat than you could have imagined. “Ew,” you cringed, looking at your silken hands. “I guess I can shower while they’re in the freezer.”

“Wait,” Yunho called from the kitchen. “I need to shower first; I am drenched.”

“No, me first.”

“You’re not even off the couch,” he shut the freezer door. “How are you going to beat me to the bathroom?” A cocky smile spread on his rose petal lips.

“I’ll beat you.” You made an attempt to stand but your legs felt like jello-twigs and they collapsed under you. “Fine,” you sighed. “I’ll drown in my own sweat. Tell me you love me before it’s too late.”

It was impossible but you could hear him smiling from where he stood.

“y/n, my love,” his footsteps neared. “There is room for more than one in the shower.” Yunho extended a hand.

“Carry me.”

“Hmm,” he pretended to contemplate. “Fine.”

His actions were swift; strong hands reached under your legs and back, pulling you off the couch and to his chest. You wrapped your arms around his neck. He was sweaty but you didn’t mind.

Your feet met the cold, stone floor as he set you down in the bathroom. He moved to turn on the shower and you faced the mirror. Your hair was terribly frizzy (on account of the humidity) and fell this way and that, sticking to your damp forehead. Your face was puffy and your cheeks awfully rosy. You wore, it could barely be called, a tank top and no bra.

“Yunho,” you called gently. “I don’t think I want to do anything. I don’t feel very sexy right now.” You watched as he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

His hot breath stuck to your skin. “You’re hotter than this weather, darling.”

You laughed. “Cheesy.”

“Yet, completely true.” he set his chin on the top of your head and looked at you through the mirror. “Just a shower,” he promised. “Nothing more.”

Chilly water met your shoulders sending a shiver up your spine. But it felt nice. Water trickled over your face, down your neck and back, dragging the sweat and hardships of that day down the drain. Delicately scented, strawberry soap bubbled as you lathered it over your collar bones. “Let me get your back,” he said. Strong hands met your shoulder blades; massaging with his fingertips. Hands worked down your sides, gripping your hips and pulling back to rub the soap into your lower back.

“Mhm,” you moaned out as his fingers worked through the knots and tension.

“Does it feel good, sweetheart?” his hands ghosted lower.

“Hey,” you turned to face him. “You said just a shower.” He stood in front of you: tall and broad; godlike. The water was cold yet, blue veins pressed against the skin of his arms and hands. His dark hair was slicked back, accentuating the perfect bone structure of his face.

“Don’t you want a relaxing shower?”

You eyed his lush lips which were slightly parted in a gentle smile. Your gaze traveled his strong features and came to rest on his eyes. Those beautiful eyes; the eyes you fell for. The eyes that could never hide his feelings; eyes that told everything. There were little droplets of water caught on his eyelashes and he blinked them away.

You felt the urge to kiss him; setting your hands on either cheeks. You stood high on your tippy toes but he was still out of reach and was unwilling to help. “Yunho,” you gripped his face tighter. “Come here. I want to kiss you-”

He put a finger to your lips. “Just. a. Shower.”

“One kiss,” you whispered over the stream of the shower.

“One kiss,” he agreed.

You closed your eyes, waiting, expecting his lips upon yours. Instead, you felt his hands graze down your sides and hips, resting on the tops of your thighs. You opened your eyes to see Yunho drag the tip of his nose down your stomach. His warm breath hovered just in front of your sex. “Yunho, that’s not what I meant.” You put your hands on his chin, trying to pull his lips back to yours.

He only gripped your thighs harder. “You asked for a kiss,” he breathed. “I’m going to give you a kiss, my love.”

Every hair stood on end as his nose ran over your clit. He tilted his head back to lick a wet stripe against your sensitive nerves. You whined as his tongue landed directly on it, circling again and again. You could only whine as his lips enclosed you and your legs became wobbly.

“Y-yunho,” you moaned as he sucked. “I’m going to fall.” You tried to balance yourself against the wall and he wrapped his arms around your back, trying to stabilize you as he continued to suck and lick relentlessly. “Ah,” you could feel that familiar knot twist in your stomach as he began to kiss you harder. And, when that knot was at the verge of snapping, he removed his lips with a wet smack.

He groaned as he stood and met your eyes, watching you as you breathed haggardly, mouth gaping. A hand fell to your shoulder, moving a wet strand of hair back. “I’m a good kisser, huh?”

“Mhm,” you nodded.

“Yeah,” he hummed, running his hands up and down your back. “Would you like to kiss again?”

“Ha,” you scoffed and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. It was heavenly as your bodies collided; your hands tugging at his silky hair, tits against his abs, his nails pressing crescent moons into your hips.

You pulled back to catch your breath, still winded from him eating you out. “God,” you ran a thumb over his cheek. “You are a good kisser.”

You thought he would come right then and there, the look he gave you was steeped in passion and lust. His hand met your ass, pulling one leg up to his waist as he moved to press your back against the cold tile wall. He winced as his hard on pressed against your lower stomach.

You loved that look. You wanted to see it again; to know you made him feel good.

Your hand snaked between your bodies as you began to pepper light kisses across his collar bones. He gasped as you grabbed his dick in your hand. You felt his Adam's apple bob as your lips moved to his neck. You squeezed him a little harder and his head fell back with a moan, giving you more beautiful canvas.

Warm fingers met your clit and you dropped your head to his neck, already sensitive from his mouth. “You’re so wet,” he ran his fingers back and forth through your folds, each movement causing you to moan against his chest.

“We-we’re in the shower,” you managed.

A deep laugh vibrated through his chest and his dick twitched in your hand. “I guess you’re right.” He pulled at your other leg. “Come here.”

“Yunho,” you raised your head. “If you slip and drop me,” you warned as effectively as you could with his fingers working you so wonderfully.

“I would never let you fall,” his strong arms pulled you close. “Jump.”

You managed to jump the best you could and one of Yunho’s hands was there to meet you. “Good job, baby,” he lowered you down his body a little.

You could feel him lining up, his tip pushing at your entrance. His eyes fell to yours, watching your face as he lowered you slowly onto him. You groaned as he moved deeper into you, parting you. “Is it okay,” a hand rubbed your back lovingly.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “You can keep going.”

He smiled slightly and loosening his grip on your back one last time, bottomed out with a moan.

You tugged at his hair as you adjusted to his immense size.

“Okay?” He kissed your cheeks.

“Yes, just give me a sec.” You moved your hips up and down, desperate for the pain to subside.

“Jesus,” he squeezed his eyes shut. “A warning next time.”

You clenched around him in response.

“Cheeky,” he chuckled.

“Okay,” you breathed out. “Move.”

“Okay,” he smiled down at you. He captured your moans in a kiss as he thrusted into you.

He was gentle with you, as he always was. He carefully watched you, making sure everything felt good, that he made you feel good. “That’s it, baby,” he cooed. “You’re so pretty.”

You gripped his shoulders as his pace began to quicken and you couldn’t help but clench as his veins dragged against your walls.

“If you keep doing that,” he choked out between thrusts. “I’m going to come right now.”

You slumped against his chest. You wanted to listen to him but he was making you feel so good. Your body was coming completely relaxed and undone in his touch. Your mind, your body, your heart; you were so at ease being with him.

However, your nerves began to spark as his fingers fell to your clit. You could tell he was close because he dropped his forehead to yours wordlessly, his nose scrunched. And he loved when you two came together; Completely free in each other’s arms.

He seemed to completely forget about the slick watery surface he stood on and began to pound into you as fast and as hard as he could. You moaned and mewled as he hit deeper and deeper with each thrust.

“I’m gonna come, y/n,” he warned, his pace becoming erratic and you clenched harder around him, feeling your high approaching too.

“Me too, Yunho,” you whined as he hit your g-spot with a particular force.

You came loudly, fingers desperately searching for something to grip, finally resting on his toned biceps.

He followed you almost immediately, his hips ramming into yours sloppily as his dark eyes bored into yours, a lazy smile on his swollen lips. He pulled out and slumped to the shower floor, holding you tightly in his arms. He gently peppered your face with kisses. “I love you, y/n.”

You giggled as he found a ticklish spot behind your ear. “I love you too, Yunho.” You sighed as you saw his cum run out of your pussy and down the shower drain. “We should have sex in the shower more often; easier to be lazy.”

“I tire you out that much, huh?”

“My god,” you scoffed. “Cocky bastard.”

“You love it,” he teased, massaging the inside of your sore thighs.

You rolled your eyes. “Wanna wash my hair?” You asked, only half kidding.

“I would but, I don’t want to. I want to stay like this.”

“Me too,” you agreed, sinking deeper into his arms. “I could fall asleep like this.”

“Yeah,” his raspy voice responded. “Me too.”

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thefact0rygirl · 3 years

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ROUGH BOY, SWEET WORDS | Din Djarin x Reader

Rating: Explicit 18+

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 3.0k

Warnings: praise kink, affirmation play (is that a thing?), tied up/restrained hands, mention of face sitting, grinding, teasing, penetrative sex (p in v), cowgirl, creampie, alluding to a breeding kink, cockwarming, soft!din

Summary: Din just wants to be held and whispered words of affirmation. He just doesn’t know it.

{masterlist} {cross-posted on ao3}

Din Djarin has no qualms praising you and showering you with affection, but struggles when you return that same affection.

And "struggles” is putting it lightly.

He is a Mandalorian, a warrior. Being treated like porcelain is the exact opposite of what has been ingrained into him.

Din is also your partner, your riduur. It has taken him so long to become comfortable with the idea that someone as morally grey as him could be likened to a rare stone in another person’s eyes. Over time, he has let down his walls to bathe in your warmth and affection, but there are still moments when he shies away from it.

Like now.

Since reuniting Grogu with the Jedi, Din has grown wary of your compassion and sincerity. It feels alienating to him, like it’s wrong for him to accept love when your little clan is torn apart. With your ad’ika gone and your lives in shambles, Din slowly returns to the one stability he knows all too well: roughness.

Rough bounties, rough words, rough hands.

Reuniting with his old persona as the big, bad bounty hunter, he finds shallow solace in insults and the camouflage his beskar provides. It’s what he knows best.

Even sex is rough with Din manhandling you in place as he fucks his frustrations out onto you. Not that you don’t enjoy it, oh no. Not at all. Rough Din hits different, but you're worried about him. He is in a state of perpetual tension, shying away whenever you go for something gentler. It’s hard to miss the way he stiffens whenever you try to adore him with genuine flattery.

It’s then in a rented room on Nevarro that you decide to try something different to make him feel your love. You know he is expecting something kinky when you use your old blindfold to tie his hands to the bedpost. You don’t confirm or deny his assumptions either, opting instead to straddle his head between your thighs, riding his face until he is drenched in your release.

Sliding down his body, you hover over his hips until your pussy is inches away from his throbbing cock. You coo his name like it’s a melody until he looks at you. The room is dim, save for a small lamp in the corner, but to Din, you look like the sun itself, sweat shimmering off your body like the finest silk.

With a coy smile, you ignite his world when you lower your hips until his cock is nestled against your heat. He gasps when he feels your pussy pulsing against his shaft, desire ripping through his veins as his nerves crackle in pleasure.

Din’s hands twitch against the restraining cloth that keeps him mounted to the bedpost. He could easily break through the flimsy material, you both know that. All it takes is a flick of his wrists for the fabric to tear before he does the same to you.

But he doesn’t.

He stays put, watching as you gyrate against him.

The restraints were figurative, anyway, something you wanted to try and he was more than happy to oblige if it meant seeing you in such a salacious position. So luxurious, so spoiled with your head thrown back as you use his body for your pleasure.

Tugging on your nipples, you pant out, “Stars, I love your cock.”

You start small with your praise, a simple comment he’s heard countless of times before. Something to add that extra spark to your rocking hips, but not enough to scare him.

You don’t expect him to respond, and your guess is correct. Din groans in response, letting the comment roll off of him without a second thought. Your mouth is open in an ‘o’ and all he can imagine is shoving his cock down your throat.

“Yeah? My pretty baby wants her pussy stuffed?”

A low gasp escapes you when Din’s thighs twitch under you, the sudden movement causing the head of his cock to catch against your clit.

Biting your lip, you nod, “I love your body. You’re so big, so strong.”

Now that gets a reaction out of him. His brain stutters for a moment as every part of him pauses. His body stiffens under you, but doesn’t reply.

Din tries to reason with himself as each drag of your hips propels him farther in arousal. You don’t know what you’re saying. He doesn’t even know if you really did say…that. Your pussy is throbbing so hard against him he wonders if this is actually a wet dream. Probably best to just avoid it all together.

Yeah, just don’t say anything.

But then you lower yourself until your hard nipples are pressing into his scarred chest. Nuzzling your face over his heart, words continue to spill from your mouth, “I love your scars. I know you hate them, but I adore them. They mean you fought and survived.”

Without his helmet, Din is an open book. You see it when he averts his eyes to the ceiling, his tan skin flushing to a rosy brown. You could practically hear his mind puttering, the gears working overtime, to rationalize your words as if they were some riddle.

Because why else would his riduur see anything but adoration and love for him? Right?

Before he can fall further into his unease, your finger tips rub light circles around his nipples as you pucker your lips to assemble a line of kisses. Starting at his sternum you kiss up his neck, over his Adam’s apple, and stopping to lick up your cum that soaks his chin.

Din wilts from your touch. Your skin is so soft, your kisses so delicate, he whimpers as he feel your hands move to cradle his head. He just wants to feel you, run his rough hands against your silk skin, revel in your softness and forget about the nonsense spewing from your mouth. The bedpost squeaks as he tugs against the cloth.

Feeling your thumb resting at the corner of his mouth, he turns until he places a kiss against the finger pad, as if trying to push away his uneasiness.

Feeling your breath on the shell of his ear, you confess quietly, “You’re so much stronger than you think and you amaze me, Din.”

Embarrassment and confusion blend together until they form a strangled protest in his chest, working its way up his throat. He should be the one praising you, not you praising him.

“Why are you doing this?” He asks, pushing his face into your hand in an attempt to hide the blooming red tint on his cheeks.

“Doing what?” Your hips continue to rock in a steady pace.

“The compliments.” He voice grits out like it’s dragging across sandpaper.

“Do you want me to stop?”

He lets out a breath, “I…” He stops, not answering the question.

Din shies away from the praise instinctively, having trouble reconciling his self-esteem with the way the remarks make his cock twitch. He feels warm and tingly, draped under a pleasant haze of affection, but a voice in the back of his head is telling him he doesn’t deserve it.

But he wants to. He wants to so fucking bad. After everything that has happened, he wants to feel okay. He wants to hear words of affirmation from one of the only beings in this forsaken galaxy that matters.

You.

He wants to hear your voice, even if he isn’t ready to admit it. So, he shuts his eyes, his hips involuntarily twitching as you continue to grind against him. You lean down to press a gentle kiss to his lips.

“Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum.”

Weaving your hands in his hair, you tug on the curly brown mess at the nape of his neck. You bury your nose against his neck, inhaling his comforting blend of musk, soap, and metal.

“I love your smell.”

Your tongue drags along the protruding vein on his neck, following it down to the dip between his neck and shoulder.

“And the way you taste.”

Din calls out your name in an attempt to fight off the warmth of your words, but his throat betrays him, constricting to keep his protests down.

“And, stars, the sounds you make,” You moan, sucking tiny bruises into his flesh. “Those little whines when you come. I think about those when you’re gone.”

You lift your head so your lips ghost over his. You’re so close and your words are making his stomach churn as blood rushes to his weeping member.

There’s something in the way you keep grinding against him paired with your sweet words that reminds him of his better self. The one that traveled all across the galaxy, risked his life, all to reunite a little, green boy with his people. He wants to drink your words like a strong wine and enjoy feeling of intoxication.

He lifts his head up to attempt to kiss you, but you sit you up before he can. With your hands letting go of his hair, Din trashes his head to the side at the miss. You don’t miss the way his tenses in anticipation.

“Cyare,” He insists, rosy cheeks turning bright red.

“My strong and beautiful riduur.”

“Okay, stop.” Din pants, arms pushing forward to break free.

You don’t miss the sound of breaking threads and you shove his chest with enough force to push him back into the mattress.

“No,” You growl, eyes narrowing at him.

Eyes widening in disbelief, he chokes out, “Fucking tease.”

“I just can’t enough of you.” You move your arms behind you, hands holding onto his thick thighs as you arch your back and rut faster against him.

“But you know what’s my favorite?”

You don’t wait for an answer, you weren’t expecting one. You just keep rocking against him, coating him in your wetness until he’s soaked, your juices dripping down to his balls.

“When you cum inside me. I love it when you drip from me. Stars — feeling your seed filling me, I feel so close to you.”

“Stop,” Hr grunts your name. “Just, f-fuck—S-stop. Before I cum.”

Din hisses for the split second that cool air hits his cock before it’s enveloped again in warmth. Smirking down at him, you hold him tightly in your hand as you lower yourself down, wincing at the familiar stretch as he fills you.

Finally feeling your pulsing cunt consume him, Din lets out a surprise grunt, his hips jumping up, and you have to give him a second to get under control.

“Fuck, cyare,” He whispers, struggling not to melt back into the bed as you grip him like a silk glove, your inner muscles flexing around his intruding length.

Not wasting a second, you start swaying immediately. You’re both too desperate to go slow anymore, you’ve been at this for ages now. Din leans his head back, tilting his chin to take in the breathtaking sight of you, blissed out and lost in the growing pleasure between your legs. Your body rolls with your movements as you bounce on his cock, your breasts jiggling from the force of your hips. Din can’t help but moan at the thought that his tattered body could bring you so much bliss.

Din is close to his own release, his orgasm carrying him along the edge of climax. And then you start up again with saccharine words.

“Feel how wet I am, Din?”

“That’s all you, riduur. Only you can do that.”

Cracking your eyes open, you look down to see Din’s skin colored red in embarrassment. He can only nod, eyes screwing shut as he tries to gain control of himself. He is so close after being teased for so long. He jerks his hips upward, impatient.

You want to whisper more praise at him. You don’t want to stop until he feels your love, but for now you stop. Din is still hiding, breathing heavily as his hips move in involuntary motions, hard cock throbbing desperately inside of you.

Leaning down to nip at his ear, you listen to his breath shake, as you bounce on his lap. His cock is easily sliding in and out of you from how wet you are. You’re soaked.

“Din,” You call, kissing the side of his mouth. “D—Din. Look at me.”

He groans, but follows your request. His pupils are blown out from need and a haze of conflict clouds his brown irises. For all the teasing and mixed emotions your words bring him, he craves them.

He craves you.

Your loving eyes, your soft whispers, the purple patches you paint on his neck — they’re the things that show him he is in your thoughts. He watches your eyes as you look at him like he has the stars in his hands. You are just as consumed in him as he is of you. If he captivates you, then he will happily be your captive.

In that moment, all he wants is to touch you. Add a physical stability to your words. He wants to roll between the vowels, let the words sear into his skin like another one of his scars.

“What is it, Din?”

He shudders, pushing his chest up against yours, desperate for the skin to skin contact. “I—I want…Keep talking, but just let me — L-Let me touch you.”

Nodding, you move to the bedpost, but Din is faster. He pushes forward, tearing your old blindfold to shreds while pushing his upper half up until he is sitting up. His hands hold your back to steady you from the sudden movement and to keep you still impaled on his cock.

With you cradled in his arms, his lips crash down to yours. It’s messy, but steeped in a passion that ignites the purest and most vulnerable versions of yourselves. It’s between your moving tongues that there is a promise of realness that Din embraces, allowing your affirmations to crack his defenses.

Pulling away, he sees love in your eyes, and when you speak, he welcomes the burning on his cheeks, rolling around in honeyed words.

“I love you. You’re so strong, so beautiful.”

You sit up straighter, bouncing in Din’s lap. You dig your heels into the bedspread to gain momentum, but you had been at this for an hour, riding his thigh, tying him up, and your movements get jerky and unsteady as the sensation grows more pleasurable.

“I love you, too,” Din gasps, dropping his head until he is hunched into you. You’re wrapped around him, his protective cocoon, as his breath tattoos Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum into your skin.

“D—Din! Oh, stars,” You babble into his hair. “So close…”

He growls at the announcement, pulling away from you as he propels himself forward to push you into the bed. You’re now under him, your legs instinctively locked around his waist.

You’re right where he wants you. You’ve had your fun, now it’s his turn. Holding himself up, he slams back inside your tight pussy.

You cry out, your body seizing and shaking and you struggle to keep your eyes open so you can watch Din’s reaction.

His lips are bruised and red, hanging open on sounds of pleasures and ragged inhales. His eyelashes fan out over his flushed cheeks and his hair is slick and mussed on the top of his head.

“F—Fuck, how did I deserve this?” Din cracks, watching you trapped under him. He’s driving his hips against yours, your body thrusting up from the force of his snapping hips. He may be the one on top, but you are in control. With your little whines and adoring eyes, you’re squeezing his heart and setting his lungs is on fire.

Chanting his name like a prayer, he buries his face in your neck, inhaling your sweet scent as he loses control. There is no rhythm and rhyme to it, he just fucks you deeper and harder. It’s too easy for him to lose himself to you, in you.

“Fuck,” he moans, eyes screwing shut as he feels his length enter you, going deeper with each thrust.

“You’re lovely. Love you so much,” You tell him and Din sobs, clutching at you tighter to him.

“Riduur, my riduur.”

Your heart skips. Not from his words, but the way his voice shakes with the first vowel before entirely shattering my the end. It’s the little whines that escape him as he fucks you harder into the mattress, his need for you spilling into something so powerful he can’t help but moan.

As Din’s movements become more frantic, you lodge a hand between your bodies and find your clit, rubbing sloppy circles until you moan. The growing arousal ignites your core, ripping through your body as your walls clench around him. Your muscles shake as the wetness between your legs pools, splashing against Din’s groin as you ride out your peak.

“G-good girl, milk my cock,” Din whispers, chasing his own release.

His own orgasm takes him by surprise. He can feeling it building, but he doesn’t expect it when his balls draw up and his cock throbs, hot liquid spilling inside of you.

It’s intense — more intense than it has any right to be.

Moaning, he paints your walls white. He continues thrusting through his orgasm, a meager attempt to push his seed deeper inside of you. Maybe even deep enough to reach your womb…

You move against each other, involuntary, shallow shivers as your orgasms drag out, pulling pleasure from ever nerve inside of you.

“You’re beautiful.” You say, swallowing precarious gulps of air.

You drop your legs from his waist, releasing at least part of him from your hold. But he doesn’t move, staying lodged between you as he softens.

Din lets out a dry chuckle, “You’re going to have to wait for round two.”

“I mean it, Din,” You say so much conviction, he is unsure of what to say.

He leans towards you, pressing his lips against yours in soft kiss. You smile gently at the connection and lay back, pulling Din to follow you as he remains inside of you. He lays his head against your chest, letting your erratic heartbeat lull him in a peaceful state.

He whispers, “I know.”

mando’a translations

Riduur - spouse, partner, husband, wife

Ad’ika - little one, son or daughter at any age

Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum - I love you (literally, “I know you forever.”)

Cyare - beloved

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13uswntimagines · 3 years

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Great Motivation (Soran x Reader)

Request: R like it if you were able to keep to the same premise, but like change it to where R finally gets the adoption papers and surprises Emily and Lindsey. waits until before the final of the World Cup when Lindsey and Emily are having anxiety and are on the verge o f freaking out. R tells them about how their baby would be proud no matter the outcome... Theyve been trying for a while and it finally goes through

You chanced another glance away from your pacing wives and towards your bag. You understood that this was a big moment and that there was a lot of pressure, but they were taking this whole thing way too far. If you had to hear them talk about slipping the Netherlands left defenders one more time you were going to strangle one (or both) of them.

“You guys are starting to give me a headache,” You mumbled, pinching the bridge of your nose and running a frustrated hand through your hair. “Like I know you’re trying to help, but if you tell me about the defensive line and which paths I should take again, I’m going to rip all my hair out”

It was a coping mechanism. You understood that. With so many things out of their control, they had to focus on the one thing they had power over. They were fixers after all, but they couldn’t fix this. They couldn’t make the fight you faced for the adoption go through easier, just like they couldn’t make your opponent any less nerve-wracking.

Both fights had been long and difficult. One had already come to the end, and now you just had to finish the other.

The women shared a long glance. The process had been hard on you too, you were just better at hiding your stress. They nodded, settling down on either side of you in the bed.

“Sorry baby,” Lindsey murmured, rubbing your back and pulling you into her. Emily ran a hand down your arm and pulled your left hand into her lap, playing with your fingers.

“Hmm,” You hummed, leaning into your taller girlfriend, enjoying her strong arms around you.

“It’s just stressful. This whole thing,” She whispered into your hair, kissing the crown of your head. You closed your eyes tightly,

“The cup, waiting to see if we’re approved. It’s just all so much at once,” Emily added, her lips caressing the back of your hand, and running your knuckles over her cheeks.

You nodded. You understood that, but running formations over and over was only adding to your stress. You needed to relax if this whole thing was gonna work, and you might have the answer to help the loves of your life out just a touch.

“I get that, but we can’t win if you two keep on stressing about the numbers. You’ll take all the creativity off the pitch,” You said softly, and your wives shared another look.

You did your best work when you were relaxed. When they gave you the space to set up shots and make banking runs behind the defense. Creativity was your best friend in the pitch, and your play style thrived under Vlatko (unlike how you wilted under Jill's desire for a singular playstyle and path to goal).

“We know, it’s just hard watching you go after people so much bigger than you,” Emily said softly.

You rolled your eyes. At least the Dutch team was nicer than the Germans. That was a game you never wanted to relive if you were honest. You had a plan to tell them the good news, but maybe they needed it now a little more. Something to set them at ease before the big game.

You bit your lip, looking up at your wives through your lashes. “Well, I was going to wait until after we won to tell you, but I think I have something that will take a bit of the stress off and give you two something else to fixate on. Someone else to impress,”

You almost smiled at the way your wife's eyebrows furrowed. It was thrilling that you could surprise them after all this time together.

“What do you mean?” Lindsey asked you, placing another kiss behind your ear.

You smiled wildly, untangling yourself from them and padding over to your bag. You threw a little smirk over your shoulder as you dug for the folder that held the key to your family's future.

Ever since you were young, you knew you wanted to adopt. You wanted to give a kid the life you wished your parents could give you, and you were relieved when your wives agreed. (Though Lindsey did make a good point for how sexy Em would look pregnant).

Two days ago your agent had finally come through. Finally found a match for you, and though your little bundle wasn’t quite here yet, the papers were all signed. You were going to get to live out your longest dream.

You held the red folder with reverence, hugging it to your chest for just a second before you extended it towards the women.

“Here,” You said softly, as Lindsey took the folder. Emily scooted closer to her to get a look at the file. Lindsey flipped it open, and the two women held it carefully between them. You could see the tears gather in their eyes as they read through the first page.

“Is this what I think it is?” Emily asked breathless, looking up from the file.

You nodded, blinking away tears of your own. “It is,”

Lindsey covered her mouth to curb the sobs as she reached for you. “Oh my god,”

“Now we have to win, so our munchkin can say their mamas are World Cup winners,” Your chuckle was echoed by the watery laughs of your wives as they pulled you into their laps.

“That means you have to get a goal for them,” Emily hummed, kissing your neck.

You nodded. You would get more than a goal. You would put every defender you knew on their ass if it meant you made your future child proud.

“That’s something for motivation,”

It would be tough, but now the three of you had a reason to fight. A reason to go out there and win. You were going to start your family.

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shirtlesssammy · 3 years

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15x19: Inherit the Earth

We’re down to the end, and guys, I’m not ready. :(

Then:

THEY’RE IN LOVE

Now:

The world is empty.

Sam and Jack wander the empty streets. Dean pulls up in the Impala (still wearing his jacket with Cas’s bloody handprint. BRB CRYING.) Everyone’s gone. Dean tells the others that it’s Chuck that did this. Jack asks the IMPORTANT question: “Where’s Cas?” Dean looks down and hesitates, but eventually says, “He saved me.” He tells them the cliff’s notes version of what happened while shoving down A MILLION feelings of regret and loss and I want to hug him. “Cas is gone,” he finishes, and hahahahahahahahah NOPE. Sam, in disbelief, calls his side-ship Jody. No answer.

They head to an empty sports bar (AND WHAT I WOULD DO TO GO TO A BAR WITH FRIES AND TVs AND BEER RIGHT NOW). Jack stays outside and prays to Cas. He gets nothing and starts walking. All the flowers start to wilt as he passes them. WHAT IS HAPPENING?

Sam blames himself and is done. They decide to meet with Chuck.

They tell him that they’ll play his little game. They’ll kill each other. Dean demands that they put everything back to normal first, though. “The people, the birds, Cas.” All of it. (WEEPING.)

Dean, DEAN, Cas doesn’t want to be in a world where you don’t exist.

Yeah, Chuck doesn’t care. He’s really into the brothers' suffering alone story. “That’s deep, that’s sophisticated, that’s a page turner.” Oh, Chuck, you dumb bastard.

Cut to the bunker where they’re all suffering on their own. Jack wallows in his room. Sam wanders the halls, and Dean lays passed out on a bottle of liquor in the library. Sam finds Dean in the library, and Jack soon joins them to tell them that he’s sensing another presence in the world.

They head to a gas station. Dean heads for the bathroom, and hears a whimpering. IT’S A DOG. And Dean’s so happy to have found him. He names the dog Miracle.

Dean brings the dog out to show Sam. He tells him that Miracle is coming home with them. I AM DYING. Sam is shocked. Dean tells him not to worry because he’ll only let him ride shotgun if Sam is cool with it. Lol.

Of course, all good things must end. And Miracle dusts like everything else in existence. Dean looks around and sees Chuck giving him a smarmy salute. F U C K O F F, C H U C K. Dean doesn’t even like dogs, so there. (The patented Robert Singer ZOOM tells me that Dean does indeed care about dogs.)

(Sidenote: The dog is Cas, right? Dean’s beyond happy to see it. And is ready to let it sit shotgun, but only if Sam’s okay with it. And he’s REALLY upset that they can’t “save a dog”. Just thinking thoughts.)

They head to a church.

Once they’re in the church of very dangerously burning candles, they’re greeted by Michael.

Michael tells them that he’s been chilling here to avoid Chuck’s notice. Adam is gone. (RIP Winchester brother that never got a chance.) Michael monologs a bit about humans and stuff. Dean recognizes a little soldier when he sees one. Michael wants to help though.

Back at the bunker, Sam shows him Death’s book on God. Michael tries opening the book with no luck. (Sidenote: The DRAMA of the lights being lower is killing me.)

*Dean is In Love Alert*

The brothers take a moment alone in the dark kitchen.

Dean gets a call.

Dean takes the call and because he’s a precious bean that actually believes what he’s hearing. Cas is at the bunker. He’s outside. He’s hurt.

Dean takes off like a rocket AND I’M DYING. BBY BOY. NO.

It’s not Cas. It’s Lucifer.

UGH.

(DOUBLE UGH.)

(INFINITY UGH.)

Yeah, Lucifer totally sees what’s between Dean and Cas and gains access to the bunker because of that. Coolcoolcoolcoolcool.

He tells the brothers that the Empty kicked him out to finish Chuck. He brought a reaper to prove to the brothers that he’s good people (NOT.)

Betty is bound and gagged. (Because WHY NOT DO THAT TO A WOMAN, Buckleming.) Lucifer then kills her. (Because WHY NOT DO THAT TO A WOMAN, Buckleming.)

Betty is the new Death!

(Sorrynotsorry for the lack of pictures. I think we all know why.)

She asks for the book. If they give it to her, she can read it.

They set her up in the dungeon reading room, and she doesn’t need helpers.

Meanwhile, Lucifer is playing cards and there’s ZERO interaction with Jack and him. AND I AM LIVING. Like, it’s 100% clear that Jack isn’t his son and he does not see him as a father. Jack’s father is dead. AND I AM LIVING. (But also sad because Cas is dead.)

Lucifer does interact with Michael though. Michael does not trust his brother.

Betty pops up with the book and the end of God. Lucifer ashes her with a snap of his fingers.

(HOW?!>!>?)

Wherps, he grabs the book from her and reveals his hand. He’s working with Chuck.

Lucifer and MIchael battle it out. Jack watches. Lucifer tries to convince Jack to join the losing team.

Michael stabs Lucifer with an archangel blade. Mercifully, there are no haughty speeches or further peacocking between these two. Lucifer sparks out, gone at last. GOOD RIDDANCE.

Later, Dean has a heart to heart with Michael in the kitchen. Michael’s reeling that Chuck brought Lucifer back from the dead instead of seeking him out. But he’s definitely NOT BITTER, NOPE.

Dean reveals that Chuck’s book is open and full of mysterious Enochian symbols. Sam’s going to translate those, and figure out how Chuck dies, so they can start knocking down some dominoes!

In the library later, Sam reveals that he’s uncovered a spell to stop Chuck. (Jack was researching nephilim on the computer! Jack bby) When complete, the spell will unleash an “unstoppable force” against Chuck. They head out to a special location, light the spell, and it sends three bright beams of power into the sky.

But the spell explodes. They look up to find Chuck standing there. Chuck...chucks the Winchesters and Jack away. He thanks Michael for tipping him off. “It’s always been my destiny to serve you,” Michael tells him. But that’s not enough for Chuck to forgive him for siding with the Winchesters even once. Chuck fractures Michael into light. The last archangel bites the dust.

He turns his attention to the Winchesters. It’s time to finish them. He’s canceling the show. At the last minute, he decides it’ll be more fun to beat them to death instead of snapping them out of existence. It’s……..YIKES PRETTY BRUTAL TO WATCH. “Just stay down,” he counsels them - practically begs them. But they won’t stop. Broken and bleeding, they hold each other up against him.

Sam laughs at Chuck’s confusion. “You lose,” he tells him. Behind Chuck, the camera pans to Jack.

Chuck tries to snap Jack dead but his snapper isn’t working.

Jack lays his hands on Chuck and golden power streams from Chuck into Jack. Jack snaps his fingers once, and the Winchesters are healed. As they say in the industry...suck it, Chuck.

Sam drops Death’s book in front of Chuck, but the pages are blank. Only Death can even SEE anything in the book (making the whole “can’t open book covers” thing into nothing but a drama llama move). The Winchesters came up with a plan B and spout this in a quick exposition dump.

Michael was jealous of Lucifer being “chosen” by Chuck

They made up the story of a spell, so Michael would tell Chuck

Jack’s “bomb” quest turned him into a power vacuum - thus the dying plants

When Michael and Lucifer fought in the bunker, the power exchange charged Jack back to full nephilim strength

Chuck killing Michael and beating on the Winchesters allowed Jack to absorb god-power

“This is why you’re my favorites,” Chuck gasps. He doesn’t know what happens next, but he’s ready to die “at the hands of Sam Winchester. Of Dean Winchester, the ultimate killer.”

And. Babies. Sweeties. I know that there are lots of people who have problems with this episode but THIS! THIS. This next line makes it all worth it. Because Dean tells him, “See, that’s not who I am. That’s not who we are.” He took how Castiel sees him and he planted that damn seed in his own heart and watered it even in the depths of despair and now it’s so mighty a force that he just walks away from their lifelong tormentor. GUYS. I LOVE IT. I’m so emotional right now.

Jack confirms that Chuck won’t get his powers back. “It’s not his power anymore.” And AGAIN I am emotional thinking about fanfiction and fanart and giving this show to us when it’s all done. Ahem. Anyway. Chuck’s gonna grow old and die and be forgotten like every single human. (Ooookay that got a little dark, but I’ll allow it. This is a “to the pain” speech, after all.)

Chuck begs for them not to leave him, reduced to sniveling panic in the Impala’s dust cloud.

The Winchesters head back to a small, empty town. Jack closes his eyes in the sunshine as “Get Together” by the Youngbloods croons across the scenes. People return to the world and it’s gentle and beautiful - everyone returning to their day-to-day. “Come on people now, smile on your brother!” the song implores.

Love is but a song to sing Fear's the way we die You can make the mountains ring Or make the angels cry Though the bird is on the wing And you may not know why

Come on people now Smile on your brother Everybody get together Try to love one another Right now

And look. I know this is just a song, and this is just a show. But this is my hope for this show and these characters - steeped in darkness for so long. And this is my hope for our actual real world too. It’s hard for me to separate the two so YES I’M CRYING AS I TYPE THIS. May this song lead us into the next episode and destroy me in a fountain of hopeful light.

Erm. anyway. Miracle the dog runs into the scene! It IS a damn miracle! Dean and Sam are so proud of Jack! Jack confirms that Amara is with him and they’re in harmony. I’m so happy that Amara got a happy peaceful forever after with her nougat nephilim grand-nephew. Dean assumes that Jack’s coming back to the bunker with them. He’s top dog, “he can do whatever he wants now.” (And readers, I like that Dean says whatever “he wants” and not whatever the Winchesters want. I think it shows personal growth!)

Jack declines. He’s already home - he’s everywhere and everything. “I’ll be in every drop of falling rain. In every speck of dust that the wind blows. And in the sand, the rocks, and the sea.” Jack doesn’t want to lead people, or be prayed or sacrificed to. He wants to let them discover the truth in their own hearts, in their own time. “Chuck put himself in the story. That was his mistake. But I learned from you and my mother and Castiel that when people have to be their best - they can be. And that’s what to believe in.” I have to say, I was fervently against Jack-as-God until it happened. But just like everything to do with Jack, once it happens I just go...okay, cool. I’m on board!

In the bunker, Dean and Sam drink beer and comment on the quiet. “To everyone that we lost along the way,” Dean toasts. Sam realizes that they can write their own story now. “Just us,” he says (and it sounds like a bleak echo in the empty bunker). Behind them, the table has SW, DW, MW, Jack, and Castiel engraved and...MY HEART.

The Winchesters leave to go find out what freedom feels like and we get a montage of past scenes from the show, and characters we loved or loved to hate. Jackson Browne’s “Running on Empty” plays us off in sweet, mournful nostalgia.

The Winchesters drive into a sepia-tinged world. This episode is like my Thanksgiving plate mid-meal - all mashed together for faster plot consumption. But on a rewatch, there’s a lot to like too! It’s a goodbye to one story...

And we leave nostalgia behind. It’s time for them to figure out their own story and I AM SO EXCITED to see what happens next! (Lays some nougat candy bars on my altar for Andrew Dabb for one last vigil.)

WHERE’S THE QUOTES?

Where’s Cas?

Who’ve thought finding a dog would feel like a miracle? C’mon, Miracle!

What’s an ending?

Eternal suffering sounds good on paper, but as a viewing experience it’s just kinda...meh

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jojo-fantasy-aus · 3 years

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Fantasy au!

Josuke x F! reader- ch 4.

It takes two

MAJOR TW for handsy old men this time, I promise there won't be one in each chapter. I've made a system for those who are uncomfortable with these scenes or squeamish at blood.

(Very minor TW for claustrophobia at the end)

* is when you should stop reading.

** is when the handsy scene stops.

*** is when the squeamish scene stops.

The cold chill of the night started to bite into your clothes after sitting still for so long. This, frankly, sucked. In less than a few minutes you had found out that Josuke was an uncle, his nephew was older than everyone in your traveling party, and was working with the speedwagon foundation.

The foundation was so well-respected, devoted to making medical miracles for all lands. Protectors of endangered species, plant, and animal alike. Why in the world did they have a roadblock set up? The questionable men in their employment set aside, this baffled you to no end.

You had tried to ask Jotaro, the nephew, but he never actually talked to you directly in any way shape or form until he demanded that you stay outside the "base of operations" tent. Okuyasu and Josuke could waltz on in though, which pissed you off.

And so that is where you had been for the last several hours. Not wanting to wander off and run into the greasy man from earlier, you stayed as close to Josuke as you could-

You flinched.

You mean, you stayed as close to your traveling companions as you could. The two of them. Right.

-You had been slowly slipping in and out of consciousness, sat right outside of the tent's entrance on some old wooden crates as you waited for them to finish whatever business they had to discuss. Night had long since fallen, and the longer you had to wait the more anxious you became. The look in that man's eyes still lurking in the back of your brain. You shuddered. The quicker you could leave, the better. The sound of voices raising in the tent took your mind off of the memory, just for a moment however.

"Are you kidding? We're not leaving her." The agitated voice was Josuke's. Were they talking about you?

"She has no stand. She is weak. If you take her with you she will be killed." Lower and gruffer in tone, Jotaro's response was a bit harder to pick out. There that word was again. Stand. It was easy to tell that there was just so much about Josuke, Okuyasu, Jotaro, the foundation even! So much that you didn’t know. It was frustrating. When you were in the Princess' service it was so easy to learn everything about politics, about the inner lives of nobles and almost everyone in the kingdom- just by listening. But here, it was like you were just a dunce!

"If she goes home she will be killed. As long as she's with me I can keep that from happening I-" a breath. You assumed that Josuke was trying to collect himself. When he spoke again he was quieter, you had to lean closer to the tent to hear him.

"She knows the princess better than anyone else. I promise she will be of use but I'm not taking no as an answer."

"No is my final answer." They were talking about you. Your heart sank. They couldn't actually be thinking about leaving you here?! You knew it was dangerous when you agreed to accompany Josuke, you knew you might get hurt, you knew it would be difficult! But now, after you've come so far away from home, Jotaro expects you to just go back? Hell no!

You were so caught up in your own thoughts that you almost didn't see the shadow lurking in the corner of your vision.

Almost.*

You stood, ready to take off, but it was too late. The stench of tobacco and grime filled your nostrils as the greasy man from earlier grabbed you, covering your mouth with his good hand as his other arm snaked around your waist, restraining your arms. No one in the tent noticed as he dragged you far behind another set of cargo boxes. You struggled against his grip as best you could.

"Calm down. I'm not gonna hurt ya too much." He snickered, disgusting hot breath hitting your ear. It felt like acid. You tried to be louder, to make more noise through his hand, but he dug his nails into your cheek.

"Shh now, wouldn't want to have a little accident now would we?" Blood was rushing in your ears. Why did this always happen? It was always you who got into trouble, who always attracted creeps. And every time someone else had to come to your rescue! You were tired of being considered so… so weak. So defenseless. You started to get pissed at this guy. And a pissed gal's gonna do what a pissed gal's gonna do. You bit down on his hand. Hard.

He cried out in pain, retracting his hand immediately. His grip around your waist however, did not falter.

"JOSUKE-" Your shout was cut short as the man bluntly hit your nose with an open palm, leaving a stinging pain behind. You hadn't even thought before calling out for him, why had it become such a reflex? Blood dripped down your nose as his hand grabbed your throat this time.

"You wench! I'll-" Shouting made him hesitate for a moment. You didn't have time to figure out who's voice it was before the man threw you to the ground, by the time you looked back at him he was ready to run.

He didn't make it two feet before Josuke tackled him to the ground.

It was a bloody mess of fists quicker than you could've ever imagined. You stumbled to your feet when Okuyasu and Jotaro arrived at the scene. Okuyasu shouted words of encouragement, while Jotaro looked as pissed as he always does. It was like all the yelling had muffled as you spotted the blood dripping down onto your new dress. The red color was all you could think about. The blood, the bruise, the man's disgusting hands. Your own hands were shaking. When did that happen?

***

In the meantime, Jotaro had dragged Josuke off of the man. Okuyasu proceeding to yank him up and restrain him after Josuke had left him alone. Josuke only caught his breath for a moment before turning around, looking for you desperately.

You only looked up from your haze when you heard Josuke call your name. He looked completely out of sorts, bruises on his face, a stray sticking up out of his carefully styled hair. You flinched when he grappled you into a desperate, tight hug. The scent of dirt, blood, and the stupid, overly expensive cologne he always had on him- the scent of Josuke, comforted you. He was holding you safe again, he was there. You relaxed, returning the uncomfortable, chainmail embrace. He was holding you closer than anyone ever had before, and it was nice.

He pulled away and took each of your arms in his hands one by one, checking for bruises frantically. His worried face alone made your heart wrench. When he was satisfied that your arms were okay, his gaze shifted up to your face. Your eyes closed as his warm hands cupped your cheeks, his thumb running along your cheekbone before he let out a relieved sigh. Your stomach fluttered as he kissed your forehead lightly.

"Are you ok?" You weren't sure how to respond, but you didn't have time to.

"Josuke." Jotaro rumbled. He held you close for just a second too long, and only the residing heat of his warmth remained when he pulled away. Okuyasu and Jotaro had gathered around the two of you, and even though he had called Josuke's name, Jotaro looked dead at you for the first time. You tried not to wilt under his scrutiny.

"If you really want to help," He addressed you, "-you will be given a medical bag and expected to stay here as a nurse. Unless you choose to head back to the palace." Before you can detest, Josuke and Okuyasu do it for you. It might've been the overwhelming amount of emotions clouding your reasoning, but you started to get angry at the amount of times you had been interrupted.

It was hard to focus on everything they were saying. Words firing back and forth, Okuyasu starting to get just as defensive as Josuke did. You started to space out the more they continued on and on and on…

It was unnaturally strange when Josuke suddenly stiffened up, the fire in his eyes cooling into a steely rage.

"Fine." There was that spark of anger again. The same one from the first time you met him, but this time it had grown.

"Excuse me?!" You assert over the voices. "Josuke, you don't get to make that decision for me-"

"What the hell bro!-"

Despite your angered words and Okuyasu's frustrated confusion, Josuke grabbed a hold on your wrist and started to drag you towards the medical tent. You could feel Jotaro's eyes burn into the back of your head as you walked away.

"Let me go, Josuke!" You struggled against his grip, but he didn't budge. What the hell!? All that fluttery feeling in your chest, all the strange stomach flips, they all twisted into an anger you had never felt before. Who did he think he was!? You had to find Yukako with him and Okuyasu, he couldn't just ditch you like this!

"Josuke! Think about what you are doing bro, this is the exact opposite of everything we were gonna do!" Okuyasu complained behind you. You hoped that he would be Josuke's voice of reason right now, because he SURE AS HELL wasn't listening to you.

He led you through the flaps of the medical tent, and you started to struggle harder, to no avail. The confusion started to make the anger worse when he dragged you out the back and kept walking.

"Josuke? Oi!" Okuyasu's confusion was much less… explosive than yours was. Once Josuke led you to, what you assumed, was the supplies storage, his grip loosened dramatically. It felt good to rip your hand out of his grasp.

"Josuke, what the fuck!?" Josuke's face lifted in surprise, almost slipping out a laugh. Okuyasu was worse off. His laughter behind you just fueled the fire.

"What does it look like? I'm taking you with us." He muttered with a smile, searching through the boxes, and setting his eyes on an empty wooden barrel. He called Okuyasu over to help him open it, and the lid came off with a groan. Your mixed emotions just got a hell-of-a lot more complicated.

"I'm sorry." You said with a sarcastic tone."I'm having trouble figuring out what you mean. You just- and Jotaro-" Josuke finally turned around to look at you again, soft smile still on his face.

"I'm not above lying, I thought you knew that already. We're going to smuggle you out, now get in the barrel." Your jaw fell slack, face twisting in dread. What? There was absolutely no way you were going to be crammed inside of some dusty, old, disgusting-

"Josuke- pfft- I-I think I hear someone coming!" Okuyasu said in-between laughs. He was really still on the cussing thing, huh.

"Ok, times up for debate, we need to leave."

"I- what?! You're not-" He was. He picked you up swiftly, setting you feet first into the barrel despite your protests.

"No! Nono no no! Josuke-" The color had started to drain from your face. You couldn't be put in this- this thing! You already felt like the walls were closing in.

"Shh! Someone's gonna hear if you keep talking, I don't want to leave you here." Josuke took your hand in his once more, gently this time. The anger had disappeared, but panic surfaced instead.

"Josuke, I'm claustrophobic!" You hissed in a panicked whisper. He looked a little surprised, but his gentle face remained.

"You won't be in there for long, I promise. But I won't make you do this if you don't want to." You weighed the options. Stay here, go home, or help find your kidnapped best friend. The inner conflict hurt for a moment, until you decided that there was no decision to make. You had to find her. You stilled for a moment, carefully sitting down in the barrel, you fiddled with the necklace around your throat once more. Josuke gave you an understanding look.

"Keep your head down while we close the lid, ok?"

You closed your eyes. You had to remember who you were doing this for. It would all be over soon. Deep breaths, thats what you had to focus on.

It had to be over soon.

#josuke higashikata #diamond is unbreakable #jjba #josuke x reader #fantasy au #jjba reader insert #jjba imagines #it takes two fic

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songofsoma · 4 years

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Everything

fandom: the wayhaven chronicles pairing: francine fairbanks x adam du mortain words: 1,511 rating: general

based off of this ask [ but deeper into the relationship ]

featuring @blightning‘s detective :-)

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In all nine-hundred years of his life, Adam had never felt fear like this.

He had only left the damned medical wing for ten minutes when Agent Fairbanks pulled him aside for an urgent briefing covering the outcome of their prior mission. Although there was no true need to discuss the events that were now burned into his memory.

The way those lovely grey eyes filled with fear.

The beast’s claws ripping through fabric and flesh.

The smell of her blood as it pooled on the floor.

Every time he closed his eyes, Francine was lying in a heap on the floor in front of him, writhing in pain.

Letting the medics take her from his arms had been one of the hardest things to do. He couldn’t lose her. Adam wouldn’t survive it. What kind of sick joke would it have been to find the other half of himself after all these years, only to have her torn from his grasp?

The very thought made his throat tighten.

Him being on edge made matters worse when he had returned to the infirmary, only to find a frantic Elidor and an empty hospital bed.

Within minutes, the whole Warehouse was on lockdown in search of the detective.

Adam had tried his best to mask his panic. The icy sting of anxiety was coursing through his veins as clenched fists were itching to tear the building apart, piece by piece until she was located.

“Damnit, Francine,” he muttered to himself as he stalked the halls.

Please come back to me.

If he had been alone maybe, just maybe, he would have said that last phrase aloud. But he couldn’t bring himself to present a shred of vulnerability to the other members of Unit Bravo. They looked at him to be their leader in crises such as this one. Adam had to keep his focus on the mission and not his emotional involvement.

Francine is not just a mission.

He stifled a groan. Adam would be lucky if his traitorous thoughts didn’t age him another century by the end of this.

“Let’s split up,” Nate suggested. “We can cover more ground that way.”

“She couldn’t have gotten far in the shape she was in.” It Felix’s unsuccessful attempt at lightening the mood as he and Mason split off from the group.

Mason glared but kept his remark to himself.

Adam rubbed his forehead with a heavy sigh. He must have been doing a poor job at masking his agony for Nate rested a comforting hand on his shoulder, a look of sympathy hanging in his gaze.

“We’ll find her.”

He only nodded and said curtly, “Let me know as soon as you find anything.”

“Of course.”

They parted ways, Nate wringing his hands as he walked.

Adam ran a hand over his hair. Squeezing his eyes shut for a brief moment, he blew out a tense breath before beginning down the hall.

An hour passed and they found nothing.

***

The majority of the Warehouse had been swept in search of the missing detective—but all efforts were unsuccessful. It was as if Frankie had become a ghost and walked through the walls to avoid being seen by anyone.

So far, Adam had broken two doors, a solid oak desk, and left behind a decent size crater in someone’s filing cabinet.

He had refused to give up. Even though it was dark, he was determined to begin searching the surrounding forests for Francine.

There was a disgruntled air that followed him everywhere he walked. Nate was lucky that the menacing radiating from him didn’t immediately make a few of his favored plants wilt in seconds.

He trudged through the door of his bedroom under the excuse he had to grab his coat. But in truth, he needed a moment alone to grieve his potential loss.

And the moment the door shut, Adam let out a yell of frustration, his fist slamming into the desk pushed up against the wall.

Two desks. He had broken two desks now.

He stood there for a long moment, his chest rising and falling heavily and heart pounding.

“Please,” he choked out. The recipient of his pleas was unknown, even to himself. “Please don’t take her from me.”

A soft sigh sounded from across the room, followed by the shifting of blankets.

Startled, Adam froze, eyes desperately searching the dark room until they landed on the bed.

A huddled mass was curled up beneath the sheets. And as he approached, a cry of relief threatened to leave him. Even in the dark, he recognized her.

Short brown hair pooled beneath her head on the navy pillowcase. Her eyelashes left long shadows on her cheeks, deepening the color of a bruise on her cheekbone. Her lips were parted, and her breathing was even. She looked so peaceful.

“Francine,” Adam whispered, mostly to himself as if to confirm she was in fact there and safe. She had been there the entire time, right under his nose. Had she truly sought out his presence in a time of need?

His mind was an internal battle of adoration and guilt—for he loved her more than anything, but he wasn’t there when she needed him.

Adam swallowed hard, sitting on the edge of the bed. He watched her for a long moment, unsure if he should risk disturbing her.

However, if there was one truth in this world, it is that Adam was a weak man when it came to Francine Fairbanks.

With a hesitant hand, he gently ran the backs of his fingers against her cheek, the one that wasn’t burrowed into the pillow, being mindful of her injuries. Though he snapped it back when she shifted, murmuring something unintelligible under her breath.

For a frightening moment, Adam thought he had woken her and was ready to begin profusely apologizing.

Instead, Frankie moved closer to him, her knees pressing against his lower back.

All of the tenderness of the moment was lost when the door swung open, revealing Felix’s form silhouetted against the light from the hall.

“Nate sent me to check on y—” he stopped in his tracks, eyes widening at the sight in front of him. “You found her!”

Adam hushed him furiously, silently praying she didn’t wake up.

“Please tell Nate that I am fine and that I found the detective.”

“And that you’re not to be bothered, understood.” He did a mock salute before hurrying out the way he came, leaving the couple alone once more.

There was a tug at the back of his shirt.

Francine was looking up at him through a heavy-lidded gaze, sleep still hanging in her eyes.

Adam knelt by the side of the bed, taking her hand in his large ones to kiss her knuckles. “I apologize for waking you.”

A small smile tugged at her lips though she said nothing.

“I was worried about you. The Agency was nearly tearing the building down brick by brick in search of you.”

As quickly as it had come, the smile fell. “I’m sorry.” Frankie’s whisper was hoarse.

Making her feel guilty was not his intention. He just wanted him to know how desperate he had been to find her. How scared he had been of losing her. It was as if he believed he could confess all of his fears in two minor sentences.

His hands cupped her face, thumbs brushing over her cheeks gently. As much as he looked for something to say, he couldn’t string the words together. All he could do was lean forward and press a kiss to her forehead.

She was here.

He had her.

She was safe.

Frankie took advantage of the closeness to wrap her arms around his neck, holding him close. He followed her lead, sliding his arms around her, being cautious to avoid hurting her. It took every bit of restraint to not pull her in closer against his chest.

They stayed like that for a few long breaths, basking in each other’s company, until Frankie broke the silence.

“Can I stay here?” The words were so soft that it hurt.

He blinked in surprise. “Of course, what is mine is yours.”

Adam wouldn’t admit that he would prefer to keep her close.

“Will…” she seemed a bit hesitant to finish her question. “Will you stay?”

The warmth in her gaze was threatening to make him melt. “If that is what you would like.”

“More than anything.”

Frankie scooted over slowly as Adam toed off his boots to allow him to slide under the covers next to her.

With a sigh of satisfaction, Frankie settled into his arms, her head tucked under his chin.

They laid in comfortable silence.

Adam listened as her breathing evened out once more and her body relaxed against him. He held her tightly, silently swearing to himself that she would be wanting for nothing, that he would always be there in her times of need.

He owed her everything for the way she loved him because Francine was his everything.

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Snowdrop

Pairing: (F)Reader x Yeosang

Word count: 11.3k (oh my god)

Genre: Fluff | Royal AU | Mage AU | Romance | Strangers to Lovers

Summary: As a king, Yeosang’s duty is to take care of his kingdom. Despite being known as ‘Ice King’ due to his colder demeanor, the young king likes to wander around the kingdom disguised as a commoner. When he comes across a mage being cornered by thieves, he helps her. Yeosang realises after that that he seems to be arriving just on time whenever the mage is in trouble. He also realises that he can’t stop thinking about her...

Warnings: Use of magic | Violence but it isn’t too bad | Yeosang bleeds a lil bit

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He looks out of the balcony of his castle, the view of the icy mountains that surrounded him usually gives him joy. But, today, the king felt only loneliness as he looked out at one of his favourite views. He wonders what makes him feel so lonely this time.

The knock on the door makes him straighten his back to appear more professional. “You may enter.” He hears the door open and the sound of footsteps slowly entering the room before the door closes.

“Your majesty, there’s word of mages in the kingdom.” Yeosang turns around to look at the servant.

“Mages are a problem?” He cocks an eyebrow. The servant stiffens as he swallows the lump in his throat. “May I ask whether they’ve been disturbing the kingdom?” The king steps closer until he’s right in front of the servant.

“I-I,” the servant stutters as he looks to the ground to avoid looking Yeosang in the eyes. He knows better than to look ‘the ice king’ in the eyes.“T-They worry the v-v-villagers, y-your majesty.”

“Are they harming the villagers?” he presses. The servant hesitates before shaking his head. “Then, we leave them be. If they live in my kingdom, they are still my people.”

“B-But-”

“Do you go against my word?” Yeosang asks softly. His tone implies something more intimidating and causes the servant to quickly shake his head.

“O-Of course not!”

“Then, you shall leave.” He turns around and makes his way back to the window. “On your way down, tell my advisor to meet me in my throne room.”

“Y-Yes, your majesty.” There’s a moment before he hears the door close. Yeosang lets out a heavy sigh as he relaxes his body. He’s once again faced with the view of the mountains. Yeosang’s mind starts to wander once more as he feels a cold breeze blowing into his bedroom. The breeze brushes against his skin, goosebumps forming on the exposed skin of his neck and his hands.

He takes a deep breath before turning around, leaving his sleeping chambers to head to the throne room; making sure to grab the dark blue fabric gloves from his dresser as he does so. Yeosang would be lying if he said being a king wasn’t boring. The young king spends most of his time either sitting in either his throne room or the garden of the palace where he admires his favourite flowers.

He’s constantly watched by the palace guards and the servants; all of them awaiting his next orders. The constant eyes on him also meant that he would barely have his own time; leaving him to constantly wanting to shy away from his servants by hiding in his bedroom in the early hours of the morning until he had to move to the throne room.

When he steps into the throne room, he’s surprised by the sudden appearance of his cousin.

“What brings you to my palace, hyung?” Yeosang questions the ashy brown haired man.

“I need to ask you something in private, Yeo.” Seonghwa’s tone is urgent, which worries the younger king. Yeosang turns to the guards that are standing by the door and gives them a sharp look. They nod silently before leaving the hall. He does the same with the servant standing by his throne who bows before backing out of the room.

“Is something bothering you?” he asks once the room is empty.

“It’s about that.” When the older man points to the dark blue collar of Yeosang’s royal suit, he knows exactly what he’s talking about. “How have you been doing?” he questions coolly.

“I haven’t been alone as often as I’d like,” Yeosang explains, trying to be as vague as possible. They both knew the backlash they would receive from their respective kingdoms if the public were to know that the royal family were secret mages. Movement from one of the doors catches Yeosang’s eyes. He narrows his eyes when he notices a servant trying to eavesdrop. “Let’s talk in my garden.” His eyes flick back to Seonghwa who immediately agrees.

The walk to the garden is silent as both kings refrain from bringing up the topic of their magic. “Is it safer here?” Seonghwa asks when they step into the garden.

“I always make sure the garden is empty because I like walking around here on my own.” Yeosang nods as he looks around.

“I’m going to safely assume that you’ve been hiding it well,” Seonghwa starts, “I would’ve heard news about it in my kingdom if you were found out.”

“Well, hiding it is easier as I thought it would be. My gloves are on constantly,” he raises his gloved hands, “and I’ve been practicing to control it better. So, maybe soon, I won’t have to wear my gloves as often.”

“I don’t think you should take them off at all, Yeosang.” The older man shakes his head.

Yeosang’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Why not?”

“Did you not hear? Mingi’s servant caught water dripping off of his palm when he thought he had it under control. His people are outraged.” There’s a shiver running down Yeosang’s spine.

“Is he safe?” he asks softly.

“He’s trying to convince his people that he doesn’t use his magic maliciously, but you know how townsfolk get.” He sighs as he turns around to look at a Yeosang’s carnation bush. Seonghwa slips his own gloves off and tucks them neatly in his pocket. “He’s hidden his charm for the time being. He said he can’t risk showing more magic until his people calm down.” Yeosang watches as his cousin crouches down to cup a wilting flower. There’s a small shift in the air before the flower starts to bloom once again right in front of their eyes.

“Your magic is still as strong as ever,” he points out as Seonghwa stands back up.

“You should take better care of your garden,” he scolds as he turns to Yeosang with a hard glare. “The flora is crying at me. They tell me you only have gardeners in here in the morning.”

“I’ll let them know to come in twice a day.” Yeosang smiles as he watches his cousin inspect the plants of his gardens.

“Oh, you poor azaleas,” Seonghwa coos as he stops at a bush of purple azaleas. “Your king hasn’t been taking good care of you, now has he?” He crouches down in front of the bush and blows air towards them.

“It’s a good thing you’re here to revive my flowers.” Yeosang snickers when Seonghwa shoots him a glare.

“Your garden is miserable. You better give them proper care or I’ll be sending hounds after you,” the older man threatens as he stands up and turns to his cousin with his arms crossed over his chest.

“I’ll keep that in mind, hyung,” he chuckles. “Winter has come. I have no choice but to leave them. My snow does nothing for them.”

“Tell your gardeners to focus on flowers that can actually survive during winter. Their work here is abysmal,” Seonghwa huffs out as he looks around. He knows he can’t expect a user of ice magic to know how to care for flowers, but his heart aches at the sight of Yeosang’s mediocrely cared for garden.

“I’ll let them know later.” He nods.

“I also heard that you’ve been labeled the Ice King?” Seonghwa glances at Yeosang.

“Ah,” Yeosang lets out a soft chuckle. “After father passed away and I took over, the servants realised I wasn’t the same warm hearted boy that they raised. I think I realised that the world isn’t all butterflies and meadows like I used to think it was. I don’t really think changing the way I act would really affect my people. Either way, I’m still doing my job as a king. How I use my position matters more.”

Seonghwa purses his lips into a straight line. “It’s more comforting to your people if they know that they’re king isn’t a stone.”

“Yeah, well, I can’t fake being soft.” He shrugs. There’s a silence that settles between the two as Seonghwa glances around the garden before nodding.

“Well, that’s all I came to you about,” he says as he steps closer to Yeosang. “Be as careful as you can. Don’t use your magic unless you’re certain you’re alone and if you need anything at all, you can always come to me.” Yeosang nods at that. “Also, first snowfall. Make it next tuesday. My queen wants snow.” Yeosang’s jaw drops at that.

“You can’t just tell me to do that!” he whines as he watches Seonghwa walk towards the entrance to the palace.

“I’m your older cousin, you have to listen to me!” he cheekily says before he disappears behind the wall. Yeosang scowls before turning to his azalea bush.

“If he tells me to start the snowfall unscheduled again, so help me, I will wilt you.” he threatens the flowers before heading towards his castle.

Yeosang’s annoyed as he looks out his window. He has to start the first snowfall or else Seonghwa would wilt the winter crops; which forces him to drop the temperature. He had been dropping the temperature for the past week so as to not make it seem so suspicious when snow starts to suddenly fall.

He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes before exhaling. A cold sensation fills his mouth before a flurry of snow wisps out of his mouth and into the air. Yeosang opens his eyes and watches the night sky until snow starts to slowly fall. He lets out a pleased hum before turning around and grabbing his cape.

It would surprise the town people, but their so-called ‘Ice King’ would disguise himself as a villager and head into town to make sure everything was in order. It was also a way for him to hear what his people wanted or needed from their king.

Secretly, he sneaks out of the kingdom after dinner and makes his way into the town. Townsfolk walk past the hooded stranger without much thought. His hood is low enough that even if he were to smile at people, they wouldn’t realise it was their king. Yeosang appreciates watching the way they interact and especially loves walking past the pub where drunken laughter and cheers emit from.

Yeosang continues to walk through the town, his mind pleased with how lively and cheerful his people are. It’s only when he reaches a more deserted part of the town does he hear what sounds like a scuffle happening in an alley. He peeks into the alley to see you backed up to a wall as two men hold a knife towards you.

“Can’t use your magic anymore, huh witch?” one of them sneers. Yeosang sees shards of ice falling from your palm and shatter as they hit the ground. “Take her gold,” he orders the man beside him who nods and tries to grab a pouch from your hands.

To say he’s livid is an understatement. Yeosang raises his palm and a large icicle grows from his palm in between you and the men. “Back away from her,” he growls. The thieves look between him and you before laughing.

“You think you can handle us?” the first one laughs as he approaches Yeosang. He moves the icicle towards them, knocking them out as they hit the wall behind them.

“Run,” he tells you. You nod as you immediately run from out of the alley and towards the safety of the busy town while Yeosang follows behind you. When you’re surrounded by more townsfolk, you stop running. He turns around to make sure the men aren’t following the two of you before turning to you. “Are you okay?” he questions.

You shake your head. “If you had come a second later, they probably would’ve killed. It’s by God’s grace that you had come on time.” You turn to him.

Yeosang blinks a couple times before nodding. “I’m just glad you’re safe.” You flash him a smile. During the run, his hood had lifted slightly. You’re able to see more of his face, but not enough to figure out why he seems so familiar.

“Oh,” you open your pouch, “as thanks, I’ll give you a few of my gold coins.”

“No, it’s okay,” Yeosang quickly shakes his head. “I would feel guilty if I did.” You give him a weird look. “You don’t have to worry about repaying me. Just remember to visit the palace tomorrow to report the thieves to the king.” You nod, making a mental note to do so. “Stay safe, and if anything happens, look for a palace guard.”

“Thank you, sir.” You nod once again before watching him walk away, his form disappearing into the crowd. You head your own way as well, heading home to the house you share with the seamstresses from your shop.

“You’re home quite late,” Ash points out when she sees you enter the house.

“I almost got robbed,” you state absentmindedly as you pull off the shawl wrapped around your shoulders.

“Again?” Eri groans from her spot on the couch.

“What do you expect?” Luna snorts as she turns away from the dishes to look at the three of you. “We’re mages, and we’re women. These thieves think they can do whatever they want with us because we look weak.”

“You know it’s mostly because we’re women,” Ash yaps. “These men think we’re weak and vulnerable. Little do they know, we could beat them up with our magic.”

Eri rolls her eyes before turning her attention back to you. “How’d you get out of this one?”

“Well, a magic user showed up and saved me,” you say as you sit on the spot beside her and pick up the blanket Ash was knitting.

“Another witch?” she questions, not taking her eyes off of the wool she’s knitting together.

“A man.” Your statement causes all of them to freeze and suddenly, Ash and Eri are right up in your face.

“Was he handsome?” Eri asks.

“Was he charming?” Ash presses.

“What did he look like?” she questions. You’re so overwhelmed by the two seamstresses that your mouth opens and closes like a fish as your mind processes what they’re asking.

“I didn’t see his faceーhe was wearing a hood.” You watch with slight amusement when they groan and deflate into the couch.

“What magic was he using?” Luna asks from the kitchen.

“Ice.”

“A male ice mage?” Eri tilts her head questioningly. You understand why she’s curious: male mages very rarely used ice. Their magic usually leaned more to fire and earth. You turn to her and nod.

“He refused to accept my gold as thanks and instead asked me to report the thieves to the castle.” Your explanation causes Ash’s face to contort in confusion.

“A male ice mage who saved a woman from thieves but refused gold as thanks and instead asked you to report it instead?” she repeats.

“What would the ice king do anyway?” Eri snorts. “It’s not like he seems to care about the people.”

“He’s done a good job at taking care of us, though,” Luna points out as she enters the living room to join the three of you. “I would at least expect him to take care of thieves if they were reported.”

“But (Y/n) unnie has no proof,” Ash argues. “They would most likely investigate but drop it when the men deny that they had anything to do with it.”

“But the king would still do something about it,” she argues.

“Doesn’t mean he cares,” Eri retaliates. You watch as their bicker quickly turns into an argument of Luna protecting the king’s image from the two of the younger seamstresses.

“I’m going to my room,” you announce loudly enough to interrupt the argument. “I’m a bit tired from the whole affair and I’ll be waking up early to head to the palace.” You stand up from the couch and make your way to your bedroom, chuckling when you still hear them argue at a softer volume to avoid disturbing you.

You were the eldest out of all four of the seamstresses being twenty-one. The shop you work at was previously owned by your grandmother who had passed the shop down to you when she became too weak to continue. There, you hired Eri—the youngest—first. She was only 18, but when you saw she had nowhere else to stay, you offered her to work and live at the shop with you since it was big enough to house more people.

Luna came next. She was one year younger than you and although she was still living with her parents, she would sleep over at the house when she felt like it. Ash was the last girl you hired, and she had moved out of her house with her aunt and uncle to live with Eri and you.

You lock your pouch of gold away in your jewellery box before deciding it was best to take a shower. The fight with the thieves has exhausted you and it felt like only a hot shower could help ease up your tense muscles. You head to bed straight after, reminding yourself once again to visit the palace when you wake.

Morning comes and you’re awake before any of the other girls. You take a quick shower, emerging from the bathroom to be faced with a tired looking Luna. “You’re awake already,” she points out with a yawn.

“It’s best I head to the palace now and return later to help with the shop,” you tell her. She nods lazily at that before pushing you away from the bathroom only to step in herself. You dress yourself in the nicest dress you have before grabbing some silvers after deciding that you’ll just buy yourself a bun from the bakery right beside your shop.

You walk towards the palace with the bun in hand, munching away at the jam filled pastry. The closer you get towards the palace, the more nervous you are about whether or not you’re presented appropriately enough. You had never had to visit the palace before and you had no idea just how formally you had to dress.

When you reach the entrance, the palace guards stop you by crossing their spears together. “State your business,” one of them says.

“I wish to report thievery to the king.” You’re proud of yourself for not stuttering.

“Occupation?” he asks.

“Seamstress.”

“Name.”

“(Y/n) (Y/l/n).” The guards eye you for a moment longer before moving the spears away.

“When you enter, state all that I’ve asked to the servant before the doors,” he states before both of them push the large wooden doors. You hesitantly step in, jumping when the doors close with a slam.

“What business do you have here?” a servant speaks up from beside you. You turn to her and repeat everything you had said to the guard. “Kneel at the foot of the throne and await the king’s arrival. When he arrives, do not look him in the eye as it is disrespectful. Do not speak unless he tells you to, and sit upright,” she tells you softly. You nod, doing as she says and wait patiently. Minutes pass before you hear the door to the right of the throne room open and footsteps approaching the throne.

Your mind is practically going haywire when you realise it’s the king by the way you see him sitting down from your peripheral vision.

“Speak,” he orders. You swallow the lump in your throat.

“I-I was robbed last night, your majesty,” you say softly. You hear a moment of silence before he speaks up again.

“Do you remember what they looked like?” he asks.

You nod shakily. “I also know that they work in the pub.”

“Did they harm you or take any of your belongings?” You pause for a moment as you consider telling him about the mage. It would be the best thing, right?

“I was saved by a mage before they could do anything to me.” You hear another moment of silence before he speaks up again.

“You may look at me if you wish.” You slowly lift your head and you feel a strike in your core when you see him. Your jaw goes slack when he nods. The king is a magic user. The thought runs through your mind over and over again as you realise just why you found him to be so familiar the night before.

“As I said before, the mage came right on time,” you repeat when you see his eyes flick to the servant standing at the other end of the throne

“That’s good to hear,” he nods. “Describe their appearances and I’ll have the guards search for them.” You do as he says, your eyes silently thanking him over and over again. “Send the guards out immediately,” he orders the servant who nods silently before backing out of the room.

“T-Thank you, your majesty,” you thank him softly. Yeosang gives you a nod.

“What’s your name?” he asks.

“(Y/n)—I work at the tailor down by the river.” Once again, he nods.

“Stay safe out there, (Y/n). You may leave.” You hear the heavy footsteps of one of the guards approaching you.

“Let’s go,” he urges. You quickly stand, turning to look at Yeosang to give him another thankful look and he gives you a small smile. As you’re escorted out of the palace, you decide that maybe the king isn’t as bad as you thought.

“Yeosang.” The voice of his cousin snaps him out of his thoughts and Yeosang quickly looks up to Seonghwa to see him eyeing him suspiciously. “What’s occupying your mind?” he questions as he raises the glass of wine to his lips.

“I-It’s nothing,” he brushes it off as he takes a sip of his own wine. If Yeosang is being honest, he was thinking about you. There was something about you that seemed to catch his attention.

“Nothing makes you this quiet during dinner,” he points out. It’s rare that Yeosang isn’t mindlessly telling his cousin about what he’s been doing whenever Seonghwa visits him for dinner.

“I can tell by your eyes that it could be a girl,” Ara giggles teasingly. Her giggles only grow more mischievous when Yeosang’s cheeks flare.

“Are you thinking of someone?” Seonghwa cocks an eyebrow. The younger king quickly shakes his head.

“I-It’s nothing, hyung, I’m fine.” His voice comes out squeaky and he clears his throat, praying that his cousin failed to catch it.

“It is!” Seonghwa’s fiance excitedly claps her hands together. “Oh, dear! Young Yeosang has finally found a girl he’s interested in!” she turns to her lover with a bright smile. Seonghwa chuckles as he takes her hand in his, silently asking her to calm down so as to not frighten Yeosang.

“My love, let’s not jump to conclusions,” he tells her gently before turning to his cousin. “Though, I am curious to know whether or not you’ve got your eye on someone.”

“I don’t,” Yeosang states. “If you keep asking, I’ll remove the carnation bush you love so much.” His threat makes Seonghwa snort.

“If you do that, I’ll kill your whole garden.”

“I’ll frost your entire garden in the spring.” He glares at the older king who raises an eyebrow and leans back in his seat, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. Seonghwa glances over at the lone servant in the corner of the dining room. “Laura has been working with us since my grandfather was alive-she’s the only person in the palace who doesn’t care about our magic.”

“Touche.” Seonghwa muses. Yeosang gives him a challenging look.

“My love, could we not wager our garden?” Ara squeezes his hand gently and gives him a look.

Seonghwa scoffs. “Yeosang’s the one that threatened the garden!”

“Yeosang wanted to remove his carnation bush,” She points out before turning to Yeosang, “if you do anything to my garden, I will raise the temperature in your region and burn out your people.” Curse Seonghwa for marrying a fire witch.

“That’s quite the threat, noona,” Yeosang grumbles as he moves to poking at his dinner.

“Just keeping both of you in check,” she smiles.

“Shall we move on from this topic?” Seonghwa suggests. “Have you been into town recently?” Yeosang nods silently as he sticks a piece of chicken into his mouth.

“Mages are being hunted down, Yeosang,” Ara states. The young king freezes. “Known mages in our kingdom are going missing, and we fear what could be happening to them.”

“They get looked down on just because they dabble with magic. It’s upsetting,” Seonghwa mutters. Yeosang looks at his plate as a weird feeling starts to overcome him. “We need to start being more careful…” His cousin’s voice starts to fade away as Yeosang starts to wonder about the safety of the mages in his own kingdom. Are they safe? More importantly: are you safe?

“I should go back into town and check on the mages.” Yeosang’s sudden statement cuts Seonghwa off.

“Go in the day; it’ll seem less suspicious,” Ara tells him. He nods at that.

“If you see anything weird going on, don’t make it obvious that you want to investigate. Just point it out to your guards,” Seonghwa adds. Yeosang turns to the only servant in the room, but Ara stops him.

“You two were bickering about magic, I couldn’t just let him listen to us.” With the snap of her fingers, the servants jolting in his place and looking around in cconfusion.

Yeosang nods her way before turning back to the servant. “I’ll be going into town tomorrow morning. Make sure at least four of the guards are ready.”

“Yes, your majesty.”

“Your majesty! Take a look at my stall!” one of the merchants excitedly calls. Yeosang turns to look at the old woman and nods,

“In a moment, miss.” He turns back to look at the hair pins being sold. He doesn’t need a hair pin, but he could probably give it to Ara since she’s always helping him with maintaining the temperature of his kingdom.

“Feel free to choose whichever you like, your majesty,” the old vendor tells him. Yeosang looks towards one of the red and gold hair pins. He picks it up daintily and hands it to the man.

“I’ll take this one.” The man lights up even more if it’s possible as he packs the pin into a paper bag. Yeosang reaches into his pocket to pull out his money pouch, but the man stops him,

“For the king, it is free.” The young king quickly shakes his head.

“It would be wrong for me to do. How much is it?” he insists. The man gives him a hesitant look. “Please, sir. I would feel guilty if I were to take this without paying.”

“If you insist, it is ten silvers.” The man gives in. Yeosang hands the man the silvers before continuing through the market. He stops at one of the stalls, looking through the array of buttons.

“Your majesty,” one of the guards whispers. He gives the guard a hum in response. “In the pub.” Yeosang looks towards the pub to see flashes of light coming from within as well as two men standing out the front.

“Magic users?” Yeosang simpers as he makes his way towards the pub. The guards follow closely, ready to protect their king if anything were to happen. Surprisingly, the men stop the king.

“We’re sorry, your majesty. It’s safer if you stay outside,” one of them says. Yeosang raises an eyebrow at the man.

“Allow entry to the king,” the guard demands.

“Mages are inside, your majesty,” the other man warns.

“Are you stopping the king from entering a pub that is built on the land of his father?” Yeosang asks nonchalantly as he looks at the man. There’s an iciness in his tone that causes both the men to move away from the door. Yeosang steps into the pub and when he sees you lying on the ground, his first instinct is to jump in front of you to protect you from a blast of magic coming your way.

“Your majesty?!” you exclaim when suddenly the king is hovering over you. His jaw is clenched when he feels the fire hitting his back. Despite the pain, his focus is on you.

“A-Are you okay?” he questions. You can only stare at him with wide eyes before looking behind him to see the guards arresting the mages that were attacking you.

“Y-Your majesty,” you mutter out.

“Are you hurt, your majesty?!” a guard asks. Yeosang shakes his head quickly,

“I’m fine,” he reassures them before moving away from you. You sit upright and gasp when you see the burnt mark in his back.

“Your suit is burnt, your majesty,” you quickly point out. He looks over his shoulder and takes note of the singed fabric of his velvet suit.

“What a waste,” he grumbles before standing up, extending his hand towards you. You take it without much thought and he pulls you up. “What happened?” Yeosang asks.

“I came here to return a glass Mr Hong lent to me. These mages came out of nowhere and said that I got their friends arrested.”

“The men who tried to rob you the other night?” You nod. Yeosang purses his lips into a straight line before turning to the guards, “Check them for weapons and investigate them. According to the lady, they’re affiliated with the men from before.”

“Yes, your majesty.”

“(Y/n), they didn’t hurt you, did they?” he asks yet again.

“I’m fine,” you reassure him. “Once again, you arrived just on time.” Yeosang’s face lights up slightly before he looks around and clears his throat.

“I’m glad you’re safe,” he says. You’re confused for a moment before you realise he’s slipping into a more professional head space.

“Would you like to head back to the palace, your majesty?” a guard asks. Yeosang lets the thought sit in his mind for a moment before shaking his head.

“I’d like to speak to Ms (Y/n) for a moment longer.” The guard nods before making his way out of the pub along with the other three. “Could I ask how you keep getting yourself into these situations?” Yeosang turns to you with a questioning look; eyebrow raised as though he’s silently teasing you. You only roll your eyes before making your way out of the pub. The young king casually chases after you, following by your side as you stop at one of the stalls.

“It’s not that I want to be attacked. These people just have a thing out for me,” you shrug, picking up a hair ribbon. Eri’s birthday is soon and you still haven’t gotten a birthday present for her.

“Moths to a flame, perhaps?” Yeosang teases. You give him a weird look before choosing a lilac hair ribbon.

“Don’t you have more important things to do, your majesty?” you huff.

"I want to see how my people are doing," he hums as he follows by your side. Slivers of sunlight shine through the clouds and make your skin radiate. Yeosang likes that. He wonders how you look in the spring when the sky is clear and the sun is out.

"Do you think this is nice?" you turn to him as you stick a rose pin into your hair. Yeosang stares at you for a moment before looking down at the choices of hair pins. You watch as he silently picks up a golden pin with a dandelion instead, holding out in front of you. You give him a weird look.

"Just give it a try," he encourages. You take the rose pin out of your hair before sticking the dandelion pin in your hair. You turn to the elderly woman behind the table of pins for clarification.

"It looks lovely, dear," she smiles kindly. You turn back to Yeosang who's still staring at you. You give him a questioning look before he shakes his head and reaches over, plucking the pin out of your hair with his gloved hand. Your eyes widen at the gesture and you watch as he picks up a different pin.

Yeosang gently pokes the silver pin with a snowdrop charm into your hair and gives you a pleased hum. "Suits you better." Your cheeks are flaring. "How much for the pin?" He turns to the woman.

"8 silvers, your majesty." He reaches into his pocket, handing the silvers to the woman before turning the other way.

"Are you coming?" Yeosang turns around to look at your frozen form. Your mouth opens and closes twice before you follow afterーnot without hearing a 'lucky girl' being muttered by the woman. When you take a look at his back, you can't help but feel irked by the singed fabric of his otherwise gorgeous suit.

"Your majesty," you call out to him. "Let me take you to my shop. My girls and I can fix up your suit." Yeosang stops walking to turn around to look at you.

"Lead the way.”

“Before we continue, I just want to warn you that the girls can be… a lot… sometimes,” you say as you stop at the front door. “They also know that another magic user saved me that night.” Your voice lowers into a whisper, not wanting the guard following behind him to hear. Yeosang responds with a shrug.

“I don’t think that’s a problem.” He turns around to the guard, “Could you wait out here? I wouldn’t want the seamstresses to be alarmed.” The guard nods as he turns his back to the wall by the door. You open the door and guide Yeosang in slowly.

“Girls, there’s a special guest today!” you announce but freeze in your tracks when you see Eri blasting Ash with magic. Luna’s watching the affair with an annoyed expression which quickly switches to horror when she sees the king standing by your side.

“Oh my god, stop.” Eri and Ash turn to Yeosang and their faces drop as well. The three of them are quick to compose themselves and bow their heads in front of the young king. You pinch the bridge of your nose, letting out an annoyed sigh before you turn to Yeosang.

“They do that sometimes,” you turn to the girls, “his majesty has a burnt patch on his suit. Do we have any more red velvet lying around?”

“We have one last portion of red velvet in the back,” Luna speaks up. “It should be enough for a suit fitting for the king.” Yeosang looks around at your shop before turning to you.

“It’s a bit hot in here, isn’t it?” he points out.

“Our heater has a problem,” you shrug, gesturing to the heater in the corner of the room. “It tends to overheat, but if we turn it off, it’ll be too cold since the fireplace is only in the living room.” He hums in response.

“I could get the fabric to get started,” Eri pipes in.

“We need your measurements, your majesty,” Ash adds. Yeosang nods as he slips the blazer off of his shoulders.

“Before we begin, I think I could help you with your heating issues,” he points out, slipping his glove off. All of you give him a questioning look and watch as he aims his bare finger to the ceiling. A small spark of magic shoots from his finger and hits the ceiling, the added ice lowers the heat in the room to a more comfortable temperature.

“Y-You,” Luna gapes at him. He gives her a nonchalant look before shrugging.

“Are we not all magic users?” he questions. You hold back your laughter when you see the corner of his lip raising ever so slightly.

“He-” Ash turns to you with wide eyes.

“Yes, he uses magic,” you nod, “he’s also the wizard who saved me that night.”

“He?!” Luna exclaims. She turns to Yeosang who has a small smile on his face.

“What were you doing out that night?” Eri asks. “Do the palace guards know you’re a magic user?” He shakes his head.

“I like to sneak out at night to see how the kingdom is. I’m worried that the town only acts lively and bubbly when they know I’m here. So, I come out at night disguised as a villager to check on everyone,” he explains.

“That’s nice,” you hum as you start to take his measurements, writing them down into a notebook that you hand to Luna.

“I’m safely assuming that since you mentioned my magic, this shop is a safe environment,” he speaks up and pulls the necklace hidden underneath his white shirt. Ash’s eyes widened.

“T-That’s an elementalist charm,” she chokes out. Your own eyes widen when you see the snowflake charm.

“You never mentioned that you are one of the elementalists.” You look up at him.

“You never asked.”

“The king is an elementalist,” Luna mutters out in disbelief. She turns to you. “We have to bring him to the guild.”

“The guild would look down on him,” Eri points out as she brings the fabric to Luna.

“The guild would accept him as a mage,” Ash corrects her. “There is no discrimination in the guild. They accept all mages who use their magic for good.”

‘The guild does not like the king.” The moment the argument leaves her lips, Eri’s quiet and looking to the ground.

“You two need to stop arguing like no one’s watching,” you grumble as you throw a cut of fabric at them. “We bring him to the guild. At least if the kingdom finds out, there will be a group who will protect him.” You glance over at Yeosang who really doesn’t show much emotion to the argument. Instead, he looks around at the shop as Luna finishes up a new blazer for him.

When she’s done, Yeosang slips the blazer on and rolls his shoulders. “Fits perfectly.” He turns to the girls and smiles, “Thank you for your work. I’ll have something that should suffice as a payment by tomorrow.”

“You don’t have to pay us, your majesty,” Ash shakes her head.

“We’re just doing what we know,” Eri adds.

“I’ll walk you out,” you offer. He nods and makes his way to the door with you following behind. When you step out, he turns to you.

“Thank you for this, (Y/n). I'm a bit relieved that I don't have to wear a burnt blazer anymore," he chuckles. You flash him a small smile.

"Take it as thanks for constantly saving me." Yeosang returns the smile.

"Well, I have to head back before it gets dark," he glances over at the guard before leaning closer to you. "The guards get really paranoid." You let out a small giggle.

“We can take you to the guild soon. Just drop by the shop at night when you feel like it.” Yeosang nods.

“I’ll see you then.”

“You would look absolutely wonderful in a tiara!” you exclaim. Yeosang shakes his head persistently. You forgot how you landed on the topic, but after the king had shown up disguised at your shop, you decided that he should wear tiaras rather than a typical crown.

“A tiara wouldn’t fit my… face.” He had been making up multiple kinds of excuses for not wearing tiaras and even said that he ‘wasn’t pretty enough’.

“Your majesty,” you roll your eyes, “you have a perfectly shaped face for a tiara. Can’t you at least try?” Yeosang glances over at you and his eyes stop at your pout before flicking back up to your eyes.

“No.” His statement makes you huff. “(Y/n), I just don’t think I’d be fitting for a tiara. If you want on so badly, maybe one day, you’d wear your own.” Yeosang’s eyes widen as quickly as yours.

“W-What?” You turn to him to see his cheeks flaring intensely. You can feel the heat on your own cheeks as you look away from him.

He clears his throat. “Are we arriving at the guild soon?” Yeosang glances up to Luna who’s trying to force Eri and Ash to stop giggling.

“Almost there, your majesty.” She tries her best not to giggle, but there’s a stifled snort at the end of her sentence.

“I would prefer it if you just called me Yeosang. I wouldn’t want anyone else recognising me.” Eri glances over her shoulder to look at him,

“Yeosang oppa?” she suggests.

“Sure,” he shrugs.

“You shrug a lot,” Ash points out. Yeosang’s about to shrug again, but he stops himself.

“I’m more formal in the palace, or when I’m talking to important people. But I just shrug at everything when I’m not because it feels more casual here.”

“Are you implying we’re not as important?” you tease. He glances over at you and just stares at you.

“Maybe,” he smirks. You give him a look and open your mouth, but Luna stops you before you can say anything.

“We’re here,” she gestures to the large cottage that stands before them. The rest of you wait, watching as she knocks on the door exactly three times before whistling. There’s a pause before the door opens to reveal a man that Yeosang can’t help but recognise.

“Noona, welcome back.” He gives her a welcoming smile, his eyes scanning over the group before stopping at Yeosang. He turns to her with a harder look, “The king?”

“Jongho, the king is an elementalist,” she tells him softly. The man looks back up to Yeosang,

“With all due respect, your majesty; prove it.” Yeosang reaches under the collar of his shirt and pulls the necklace out.

“I was given this by my grandfather before he passed away.” He slips the necklace back under his shirt when the man nods.

“You may enter,” he moves aside and allows the group to enter. When they enter, the mere action of Yeosang pulling his hood down has the entire building silent.

“Why is the king here?”

“Are we being arrested?”

“Is this the end of the guild?”

Murmurs and mutters of disapproval fill the air. You catch the way Yeosang’s jaw clenches from the corner of your eyes.

“King Yeosang is not here to harm you,” Luna announces. “The king is a magic user as well.” The murmurs pause for a moment only to continue once again.

“The royal family involved with magic?”

“It’s a lie. He’ll arrest us the moment he sees us using our magic.”

“I told you the seamstresses couldn’t be trusted.”

A nerve snaps within Yeosang. “Enough!” His voice booms throughout the cottage and it silences all of them. You turn to him in surprise. For the time that you have known him, you’ve never seen him raise his voice. “I am a mage just as you are. When the servants tried to arrest mages, I told them no. As long as you are not causing harm, you are still my people.” He reaches under his collar once again and pulls the snowflake charm out, “I am an elementalist. So was my father and so was his father. I ask nothing much of the guild; I only ask for acceptance.” You place a gentle hand onto Yeosang’s bicep to calm him down. He glances at you from the corner of his eye before turning his attention back to the guild. “If you wish to join me; protect me. For if the kingdom were to know I use magic, I will be hunted.

A cousin of mine is in hiding because his servants caught his hands dripping with water. Another cousin of mine had come all the way from his region to make sure I was okay. The royal family is filled with mages, and we spend our entire lives hiding our magic for the sake of our lives. If you, the mages of my kingdom, could offer your protection to me and my people, I will grant you immunity. If you are to harm my people, then you will be arrested.”

There’s another pause. This time, it worries you. You anxiously scan the quiet eyes of the guild, waiting for any kind of a response. You know that them rejecting Yeosang could end even worse than if the kingdom finds out that their king was a mage. You turn to Yeosang whose jaw is still clenched as he prepares himself. What surprises him is Kai,

“The king protects his people!” he shouts before kneeling to the ground. Another mage follows his actionsーthen another. The whole guild is kneeling before the king; showing their loyalty to their ice king. Luna, Eri and Ash follow as well. Yeosang turns to you with sparkling eyes.

“Long live the king,” you smile before kneeling to the ground. Yeosang looks around at the guild that kneels before him, and he realises that never once has he felt so accepted.

“If anything were to happen to you, we would fight,” Jongho adds as he stands. “My heart is to the king.” Yeosang swallows a lump in his throat as he watches the guild stand up.

“Shall we celebrate the king’s appearance?” one of them suggests. The rest agree and soon, the cottage is bubbling with excitement of the new member of the guild. Yeosang mingles with the mages, learning all of their experiences as well as how they were gifted with magic.

“My mother was a witch,” Kai starts. “She was a healer that worked at the pub. Our house is by the river where my aunt takes care of her now.”

“Did something happen to her?” Yeosang questions.

“Not at all,” he shakes his head. “She’s too old to continue working at that grimey place. My father convinced her to stop working.”

“I wish I had come down to the pub more often. I would’ve gotten a chance to meet her,” the king hums. A hand gently holds onto Yeosang’s bicep and he turns to see you.

“Having a fun time?” you ask with a soft smile. He nods happily, a wide smile on his face. You have to admit, the guild would be the first time you’ve seen such a spark in the young king’s eyes. You like how bright he is here.

“Could I speak to you outside for a moment?” Yeosang asks. You nod and allow him to pull you out of the lively building and out into the quiet of the outside. The cold winter night envelopes you, and your hands quickly move to rub at the exposed skin of your shoulders to warm you up. Yeosang silently slips off his blazer and hangs it from your shoulders. “Wouldn’t want you to get a cold.”

Your heart warms at his gesture as you watch him sit on a bench. He pats the spot beside him and you oblige. “What did you want to talk about?” You turn to him and see him looking up at the sky.

“I want to thank you for bringing me here,” Yeosang turns to you. “As a monarch, I can only wonder whether or not I’ve been accepted into the society that I’m ruling. Thanks to you, I finally feel accepted.” There’s something about his words that you can’t help but sympathise with. Never in your life had you imagined that a king would actually worry about being accepted.

You place your hand over his, interlocking your fingers with his. “You’ll always be accepted in the guild.” He looks down to your hand before bringing it up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your hand.

“I think I’ve fallen in love with you,” Yeosang confesses. You turn away from him and towards the town in the distance. You lean your head against his shoulder.

“I think I have, too,” you hum. You feel him pressing his lips to the top of your head before nuzzling his nose into your hair.

“I don’t care what the servants sayーI will make you my queen.” He knows a king marrying a commoner is never the best idea, but he can’t stop the feelings that you make his heart feel. You can’t deny that he doesn’t make your heart race as well. The snowdrop pin that he bought for you is neatly tucked away in your jewellery box, a reminder that is safely hidden away from any prying fingers.

“That would be hard, Yeosang.” A sigh leaves your lips. “The villagers know I’m a mage. A lot of the time, they come to my shop for magic rather than needing something tailored.”

“But, you’re an ice mage,” Yeosang points out.

“I’m a healer,” you raise your hand in front of him, a bright turquoise glow emitting from your palm, “but it’s a weird form of ice healing. My parents were both magic users and their magic combined when I was born.” You close your palm, watching as the glow in between your fingers slowly disappears. “My magic isn’t strong, but it’s enough to heal large wounds and illnesses.”

“That’s still magic,” he says softly. You look up at him to see his brown eyes intently watching you. “It matters not whether your magic is strong, it matters more if you accept the magic,” Yeosang recites the words as he takes your hand in his, “my grandfather used to tell me that. He didn’t want me to push away my magic like my father did; he wanted me to embrace my ice.” He extends his hand out in front of himself. You watch as a pale blue light starts to glow from his palm before it swirls to form a snowdrop shaped out of ice. “I’ve been hiding my magic for twenty-one years, but I practice it every time I can.” Yeosang picks the icy flower up with his other hand and tucks your hair behind your ear. “My precious snowdrop.”

You blush as you look up at him. His index finger grazes your jaw before he cups your cheek, his thumb running over your cheekbone. You lean into his touch. “No matter what happens, I’ll be there for you.”

The knock on the door makes the four of you groan. You had just closed the shop barely even ten minutes prior.

“I’ll get it,” Eri sighs as she pulls herself off of the couch. You turn your attention away from the door and back to the book in your hands. “Your majesty?” Her voice makes you whip your head to see Yeosang standing in the doorway.

“Is (Y/n) here?” You stand from your spot on the couch, placing your hand on Eri’s shoulder. The younger girl backs away from the door and gives you space to talk to Yeosang.

“Are you okay?” The look in his eyes worries you.

“Is there anywhere we can speak privately?” he questions softly. You glance over your shoulder to see the girls obviously watching the two of you curiously.

“Uhh, there’s the campfire out by the gardenーwe can talk there.” You usher him out of the house before turning inside. “Ash! Fire!” You close the door and bring Yeosang to the garden, relieved to see the fire already lit by the mage from the inside. He sits himself down on a log that sits right in front of the campfire and you join him.

Yeosang immediately leans his head against your shoulder and closes his eyes. You look down at him in surprise, but decide against asking anything. It’s rare that he’s this quiet which could only leave you wondering what rampages through his mind.

The two of you sit silently as the clouds slowly pass by over you. Yeosang stays in his position for almost an hour before he lets out a sigh and sits upright. “Am I a bad king?” You turn to him in surprise at the sudden question.

“Of course not,” you quickly shake your head. “You’re treating us way better than your father did.” You quickly grimace when the words leave your lips. “I didn’t mean it like that-”

“It’s okay,” Yeosang reassures you softly. “I understand what you’re trying to say.” He turns to you with the corner of his lip raised slightly. “I was walking around the town and I overhead villagers in the pub saying I wasn’t doing enough for the kingdom and that I wasn’t fit to be the king.”

“Who would say that?” Your brows furrowed in confusion. “You're an amazing king, Yeosang.”

“You say that because we’re courting,” he sighs unconvincingly.

“I’m not.” You stand up from the log and stand in front of him. “Villagers will always find fault in their monarchs even if they’re doing the best that they can. You,” you point at him, “are doing the best that you can. You even make it colder in the summer when it’s too hot for our crops! What other king would do that? You built the kingdom back up after what your father did, and you’ve brought us further in the past two years than what he could in the ten years he was a king. Now, don’t listen to what the villagers from the pub had to say—they’re so drunk they don’t even know how to tell apart up from down!”

Yeosang stares at you for a moment before pushing your finger away from him. “It’s rude to point at the king.” His tone is lighter as a soft chuckle leaves him. It relieves you as you sit back down beside him.

“I think you’re a wonderful king, Yeosang. I just know that you’re going to bring nothing but good to this kingdom.” You turn to look at him, admiring his side profile as he looks up to the sky.

“I’ll keep doing my best to please my people,” he turns to look at you, a small smile tugging at his lips. Yeosang’s eyes are looking intently into yours and you feel your heart flutter under his gaze. His hand comes up to cup your face - hesitant and watching for your reaction. When you don’t pull away, the icy skin of his hand comes into contact with your cheek and his thumb brushes over your cheekbone. “I’ve never met someone as beautiful as you, (Y/n). May I kiss you?”

“Y-You really don’t have to ask,” you chuckle as you nod. Yeosang leans down and presses his lips against yours softly. When he pulls away, he presses his forehead against yours.

“My delicate snowdrop.”

“Hyung, you really don’t have to worry about it,” Yeosang reassures him through gritted teeth. Seonghwa raises an eyebrow at him, watching the way the younger man puts his chopsticks down onto the table.

“If you can’t find anyone, drop by our kingdom next week. Ara and I are planning a dance.”

“I don’t need to find a queen.” The thought of you enters his mind. Yeosang wants no one else but you. He would rather not marry at all than marry someone who wasn’t you.

“I’m not saying you need to, it’s just something you need to think about,” Seonghwa adds. He continues talking but his words are a blur to Yeosang. He just knows that every word that his cousin adds just makes him angry. He doesn’t know what Yeosang feels inside—he doesn’t know how Yeosang feels about you. Seonghwa can’t see what Yeosang sees when he sees you. Without much thought, he shoots from his seat and slams his hand on the table,

“Enough about this!” There’s a sound that rips through the dining hall that causes every living being to freeze—literally. Yeosang raises his hand and stares at the hole in his glove; the pad of his index finger exposed. The hole at the tip of his finger was what iced the dining table in front of the palace staff as well as Seonghwa. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest and his ears ringing as he waits for a reaction from the guards and the servants that stare at him.

“Y-Yeosang,” Seonghwa mutters out in disbelief as he stares at the large spike of ice that’s grown from the centre of the dining table.

The sound of the door opening is followed by a loud crash as the servant drops the plate in his hands. “H-His majesty is a magic user!” His shout echoes throughout the dining room and starts a chain reaction.

“He betrayed the kingdom!” another servant cries as she runs out of the room. Guards have put their weapons up against him, but Yeosang stays motionless. Seonghwa shoots from his seat,

“Yeosang!” He reaches for Yeosang but a guard grabs him. The action shocks the older king. “How dare you?! Let go of me!” he orders.

“We arrest traitors to the kingdom,” the guard says monotonously. Yeosang rips his glove off of his hand and holds it up to the guard.

“Let go of him,” he orders. The guard doesn’t move. Yeosang aims to the wall right by the guard’s head and uses his magic, an icicle growing out from the wall and barely missing the guard’s head. “You will let go of King Seonghwa.” Out of fear, the guard lets go of Seonghwa and starts to back away slowly.

“You’re a traitor to the kingdom!” another guard hisses as he aims his spear at Yeosang.

“Would you hurt the king?” he glares at the guard, daring him to make a move.

“We protect the kingdom from those who wish to harm it.” he retaliates.

“Then why hurt the man who’s been trying to protect it for the past two years?” Yeosang turns his whole body to the guard. “Are magic users that much of a threat to you? I protect my people. If I had to use my magic to protect the kingdom, I would.”

“How do we know you haven’t been plotting against the kingdom this whole time?” a guard questions from behind Yeosang.

“If I was plotting against the kingdom, I would’ve taken it down by now!” he barks. “I don’t use my magic for malicious intent. I bring snow to the kingdom and I lower the temperature in the summer when it’s hot,” Yeosang turns to the guard beside him, “Is that malicious?! You,” he points to the guard behind Seonghwa, “You’re smart to put your hands on a king of another region; is my magic so malicious as to bring snow? Is my magic so malicious to make the palace colder when the servants are sweating to the point where they’re ready to collapse—is my magic so malicious that I would attack my people?!”

A silence fills the room and it’s deafening in Yeosang’s ears. The feeling of being rejected fills his heart and he struggles to just let it sit in there. “I was born an elementalist. I was born to protect my kingdom!” The guards are still silent. Seonghwa watches with a shaking form; he fears that Yeosang would be forced into hiding just as Mingi was.

“Would you turn your back on the king when he needs you most?” Seonghwa finally wills himself to speak. Although his voice is shaky, he knows he can carry the message. “You look down on magic users when half of them don’t even use their magic at all. King Yeosang has proven that his heart is to his people. What would it take for you to believe him?” Both kings watch anxiously as the guards exchange glances among each other.

One of them turns to Yeosang and slams his fist to his chest. “For the king who protects his people! My heart goes to you!” he shouts. There’s an obvious divide between the mindsets when the guards in the room split sides. Three of them join Seonghwa and Yeosang while the other three stand opposite them, weapons out.

“Your majesty, leave. We will protect you.” a guard tells him. Seonghwa grabs onto his cousin’s arm and pulls him out of the room. A piece of Yeosang’s heart wants to stay to make sure the guards are okay, but he knows that he needs to get to a safe place first. When the kings reach the main staircase, there’s already a division between the guards there.

“Your majesty!” one of the guards calls when they see him. An arm grabs onto Yeosang’s bicep and he whips his head around to see a guard beside him.

“We need to bring you to safety, your majesty.” Yeosang stares at the man before the thought of you enters his mind.

“I know a place, but you must trust the villagers there.”

“(Y/n) unnie! Unnie!” Eri cries as she and Ash barge into the shop, the sudden disturbance causing you and Luna to jump.

“Unnie, the king is in trouble,” Ash goes straight to the rack of dresses you're standing in front of. “He used his magic—the kingdom is turning against him!”

“He’s hiding at the guild!” she adds. You look between the girls before throwing the basket in your hands onto the ground. You run out of the shop, slowing for a moment to see the people of your village starting to angrily head towards the kingdom. Fear starts to fill you to the brim as you let your legs carry you to the guild as fast as they can.

By the time you get there, there’s already a mob of angry villagers trying to get in. There’s a line of guards protecting the outside of the building, but you know they can only do so much to control the villagers. You watched as the villagers tried to force their way into the building and you knew for a fact that Yeosang would never use his magic on his villagers.

“The king is a traitor to the kingdom!” one of the villagers yells angrily as he throws a rock towards the building. The windows shatter as more and more of the villagers start to throw more objects and you fear for what’s going on inside of Yeosang’s mind. You see the man beside you picking up a brick and out of instinct, you grab onto his arm.

“The king would not hurt the people!” you cry out. You’re shocked at the aggression the villagers exert when one of them turns to you.

“A protector of a magic user is a traitor!” she angrily yells. Your mind screams at you to back away as another three of the villagers turn their attention to you.

“The seamstress is a witch!” one of them hisses. You hold your hands to your chest, willing yourself to not use your magic against them.

“You know that I would never use my magic for malicious intent,” you retaliate.

“A witch is a witch!” You’ve heard that phrase one too many times before. You know what happens to magic users who are found by scared villagers; they get murdered. Inside the cottage, one of the windows shatters, glass raining over Yeosang’s head as he lays on the ground.

“Your majesty, (Y/n) is outside!” Kai tells him. A switch flicks in the king’s mind and he’s immediately standing to look outside of the window to see you surrounded by villagers. His hand raises before he can stop himself and he shoots ice towards the ground around you.

“Don’t you dare touch her.” Glass cuts at the exposed skin of Yeosang’s palm as he climbs through the window, pushing through the crowd with the help of the guards. They get the message quickly, moving to form a safe opening for Yeosang to run through. Your eyes widen when you see him in front of you, your hands moving to his chest,

“You need to leave,” you tell him, panic dripping from your tongue. He ignores you and slams his hands onto the ground, a wall forming around the two of you; protecting you both from the villagers.

“I can’t leave the kingdom,” Yeosang shakes his head. “I made a promise to my grandfather that I would never turn my back on them.” A loud slam comes from beside you. You flinch, turning to see the ice starting to crack.

“Yeosang, if you don’t leave, they’ll kill you.” You’ve both run out of options and are ultimately running out of time, but Yeosang knows that if he leaves, the mages in the village will suffer more. He stares at you as his mind races to find a way to convince them to stop. A light bulb turns on in your mind and you reach under the collar of his shirt, pulling his necklace out. “T-The power of the elementalist.” You look up at him.

“My grandfather used to say that if I were in trouble, I should break the charm,” he looks to the ground before looking back up to you. “When I bring the wall down, break the charm.” You nod, watching as he tugs on the chain to break it and hands the charm to you. “Ready?” You nod once again, your fingers clutching the charm in your hand. Yeosang places his hand onto the wall of ice before closing his eyes. The wall shatters into large shards of ice.

As quickly as you can, you throw the charm into the air and shoot it with your magic. There’s a pause before a large wave of energy blasts throughout the kingdom. Yeosang throws himself onto you, forcing you both to the ground. You both look up to see a large snowflake floating in the sky, raining the entire kingdom with a gentle flurry of snow.

The villagers have frozen, watching the snowflake in awe. Almost as though they had been brainwashed, they turn to Yeosang. “He truly is the protector of the kingdom.”

“His majesty uses his magic to bring snow to the kingdom.” They gather around the both of you. “He means no harm.” A wave of relief washes over Yeosang when he sees them kneel, but he’s doubtful. He stands up before holding onto your hand and pulling you up with him.

“It worked?” You look up at him and once again, you see his eyes scanning the suddenly calm villagers.

“We see now,” one of them says softly as she looks up at Yeosang. “We see the truth behind the elementalists. They were created by the gods to protect humans from evil forces.” The king feels hesitant to believe that they’ve suddenly accepted him.

“The king brings us snowfall and ensures that winter is not harsh on our crops.” Another villager looks up as well.

“The king is true to his word. He uses his magic for good.” You squeeze Yeosang’s hand, making him look down to you.

“It worked, my love.” He’s only convinced when he hears it from your lips and he nods. He turns to you and pulls you closer to him, his arm snaking around your waist.

“It worked with your help,” Yeosang ignores the fact that the entire kingdom can see him as he presses his forehead against yours. A hand claps onto the young king’s shoulder that causes him to pull away from you and turn to his cousin.

“I assume she is the reason you got riled up during dinner,” Seonghwa chuckles. Yeosang nods sheepishly before turning to you,

“This is my cousin, Seonghwa. He rules the neighbouring kingdom,” he tells you. “Like most of the royal family, he’s a magic user as well.” Yeosang’s voice softens to a whisper when he tells you of Seonghwa’s magic. You look at Seonghwa who points to the rose brooch that’s pinned to his suit. You nod knowingly at him and give him a bow.

“Oh, please, there’s no formality needed,” he shakes his head with a smile, “if Yeosang has taken a liking to you, then I’m assuming that you would be the next queen.” Your cheeks flush at the mention of marrying Yeosang, but your lover only squeezes your waist softly as though he’s reassuring you.

“Please, hyung.” Seonghwa gives you a sheepish smile before nodding,

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes, “I understand it still must be early for you both.”

“I-It’s okay,” you say shyly, “I wouldn’t mind becoming the queen if Yeosang would be my king.” You glance up at Yeosang to see him trying to contain his smile as he watches you.

“Well, it may be hard for a person of your status to be accepted into the royal family,” Seonghwa adds as he turns to Yeosang, “which is why you must hold your ground no matter what happens.”

“Whatever happens, I won’t let you go,” Yeosang tells you softly. You turn to him and smile. “I would die before letting anything happen to you, my precious snowdrop.”

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blushnote · 4 years

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Friends to lover with seok please but the lover part only happened after a drunk angst confession over sex, is it..hard to understand? ;_;

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a/n: no worries, i understood well! i always enjoy writing angst, though i’ve never written any for seokmin. i hope this turned out well! there aren’t any warnings apart from alcohol consumption.

“where are you going?”

you freeze in your footsteps at the sound of seokmin’s voice. slowly, your hand begins to retreat from its curl around the doorknob, and you swallow the remnants of cheap alcohol that still burns the back of your throat. it’s painstakingly early – at least three in the morning – though you’re nonetheless allured by a series of texts that had lit up your phone screen.

as the device vibrates again in your pocket, you attempt to slip a white lie.

“f-for a walk, it’s really hot in here.”

seokmin notes that you don’t even face him. instead, he looks at your backside, which is somewhat fuzzy in the dim light. he holds an emerald-coloured bottle at his leg. there’s only a small amount remaining at this point, and it marks the third bottle that he’d opened throughout the night. even his kitchen counter is scattered with cans you had eagerly emptied.

“you’re lying to me.” seokmin says bluntly.

despite his intoxicated state, he’s known you long enough to decipher that you can never meet his eyes when you lie. your phone vibrates again, and your teeth plunge deeply into your bottom lip. everything hurts, everything stings. you know you shouldn’t keep doing this, but it’s the bittersweet pain of being with seokmin that drives you to make these unstable decisions.

you don’t reply to him, knowing that your voice might splinter if you speak. instead, you reach again for the handle and begin to pull the door open. however, you don’t get far. seokmin is suddenly behind you, his chest just brushing your back as he pushes the door shut with his hand. you choke down a whimper. even though he’s drunk, he still smells of a crisp citrus.

seokmin’s voice is much quieter now, though his tone is serious.

“you were going to see him again, weren’t you?”

heat scorches across your face like a burning ray of sun. your ex-boyfriend was the whole reason you were at seokmin’s apartment in the first place. you definitely didn’t love him. in fact, there was never even a sentiment of love. the sole reason you engaged in a relationship was due to your own wishful thinking – a hope that you could distract yourself from seokmin.

seokmin had always been a dear friend to you, though you loved him so much that the tendresse you felt could bring wilted flowers back to life. more than anything, you wanted him to know your true heart. but beyond that, you were deeply petrified of rejection, of ruining the beautiful friendship that you two spent years building and nurturing.

“i-it’s not your business,” you croak, squeezing your eyes shut, “just let me leave, seokmin. i want to go o-outside.”

but seokmin has yet to lift his hand from the door.

“how can you expect me to just let you leave? when i know exactly what’s gonna happen? you get hurt again, n’then i have to come pick up the pieces.”

you hate that it’s true. each time your ex manages to coerce you back into his presence, you hardly enjoy any time spent with him. right when things start looking as though they could heal, the situation flips on its head and smoulders into an egregious argument. with no one else to contact, you religiously appear at seokmin’s apartment mat in tears, crying for him to hold you.

his embrace feels like finally coming home after you’ve been away. the second he wraps his arms around you, an essence of calm and solace replaces your erratic emotions. you love when he gently presses your head into the crook of his neck and rubs your scalp. you love when he pulls you onto his lap and unzips your jacket for you, sincerely humming that you’ll be alright.

but then the morning comes and you can’t stay in seokmin’s bed any longer.

you’re just friends. nothing more, nothing less.

“i’ll be fine, seokmin!” you can’t help but snap at him as the alcohol lights a fire in your belly.

at last, you turn around and face seokmin. he takes a step backward, removing his hand from the door. this had been the one occasion where you didn’t change into his soft, checkered flannel just before bed, to which you’d usually admire him as he stood in the washroom with nothing but his sweats on, brushing his teeth while he played upbeat music from his phone.

on this occasion, you came straight to seokmin’s after work. you two spent the whole night drinking, though you were truthfully attempting to numb your senses. it sucks that it didn’t even work. if anything, you’re more flustered, more bubbling with emotion. in fact, the second you lock eyes with seokmin, there’s a light fluttering in your stomach that just won’t go away.

“i’m not trying to stop you to be a dick,” seokmin says, running his hand through his shiny black hair, “i’m stopping you because you’re my friend, and i care about you, i love you.”

he says those words, those precious words, but it’s not the same. it’s only platonic.

“you don’t even mean it…” your lower lip trembles and your hand balls into a fist.

seokmin’s mouth gapes. “what?” he enunciates strongly, taking a step forward. “of course i mean it! i’d do anything to protect you – to stop you from getting hurt. i want to see you happy. i want you to feel good enough about yourself so that you don’t have to go back to him.”

with the back of your hand, you wipe away a tear that began slipping down your cheek, sniffling in a sad, tiny breath as your heart painfully aches. the longer you look at seokmin, the more your desire escalates. another vibration suddenly rumbles from your phone. instead of at long last answering, you silence the device and shove it into a pouch on your jacket.

and then you push all your doubt to the back of your mind.

seokmin drops the emerald bottle in his hand when you cross the space and curl your fingers through his shirt collar, yanking him forward into a kiss. the glass breaks at your side, and a few large shards scatter across the floor; however, neither of you separate. seokmin grabs your waist and pulls you in tighter, slipping his clever, liquored tongue into your mouth.

you moan lowly at the slick sensation, feeling a pleasurable heat ignite between your legs. never have you wanted someone this badly before. seokmin’s hands venture lower, until they’re sliding over the curve of your ass and tightly squeezing. you wrap your arms around his neck and begin to suckle on seokmin’s tongue, tiny mewls sounding at the back of your throat.

he then mumbles against your wet, glimmering lips, “jump.”

seokmin catches the underside of your thighs as you cross your ankles at his back. carefully, he navigates through the broken glass and sits you on the kitchen table, to which he eagerly returns to your mouth, biting down hard on your puffy lip before he soothes the sting with a soft lick from his tongue. you kick off your shoes and they land somewhere far away.

“s-seok,” you murmur breathlessly, plucking at his white shirt, “t-take it off, please.”

he doesn’t oblige at first, rather he spends delighted time kissing your neck, intent on painting the skin with a multitude of dark bruises. when he’s satisfied, seokmin takes the hem of his shirt and hastily whips it over his head, exposing his beautiful amber skin. immediately, you reach for his hard biceps, then slide your hands down his toned, firm stomach.

you can’t stop your hands from roaming his torso, from touching someone as expertly crafted as himself. this is what you’ve always wanted to do. your eyes are shining. you lean forward and begin to pepper quick kisses along his collarbone, your palms rubbing up and down his abdomen. seokmin’s impatience hurries the situation. he starts pulling on your shirt as well.

taking his cue, you sit back and push the jacket off your shoulders, then discard your shirt, feeling the cool air soothe your burning skin. seokmin undoes the clasp of your bra and tosses it aside. immediately, he clutches one breast in his hand and harshly squeezes while his mouth latches onto the latter, suckling the nipple. you lean back, splaying your palms behind you.

“ff-fuck,” you whine sharply, digging one hand through his silk hair, “feels s-sso good.” your head is slightly pounding from the alcohol and heat, but you can’t resist him.

little by little, seokmin begins to drop to his knees, until he’s facing the silver clasp on your jeans. the sight of him between your legs – it makes you dizzy, starry-headed. from his wide, strong shoulders to his disheveled hair and brown eyes, it’s an overwhelming visual that nudges your further toward insanity. the slick is so heavy against your underwear, it’s soaked through.

seokmin undoes the button, and together you wriggle off the fabric until it lays somewhere on the floor, however; you are severely unprepared for when seokmin buries his face between your warm, plush thighs. the abruptness warrants a squeal, which quickly morphs into a moan as you feel his tongue push against your core through the wet fabric.

his cheeks are rosy as he pulls away to make room for his hand. he traces his finger down your underwear, pressing hard against your clit, feeling how it pulses, desperate for stimulation. you whimper as seokmin then begins to massage his fingertip in circles, watching that damp spot expand across the material.

“fuck,” he curses to himself, “so fucking wet. i wanna taste you, honey.”

with his finger still maintaining its circular rhythm, seokmin nuzzles his face in closer and licks at your slit, feeling the arousal soak through onto his tongue. however, he reaches a point where the barrier between his mouth and your pussy is too frustrating, and seokmin grabs the thin garment, ripping them straight off you. at the sound of fabric tearing, you cry out in surprise.

seokmin gets your legs to rest over his shoulders, to which he examines your sweet core with an unbeknownst hunger in his eyes. a shiver slides down your spine as you feel him blow softly against your flesh, and the little hairs on your skin bristle. your leg even twitches.

“look at you,” seokmin hums, his voice deep and smooth, his eyes staring your swollen core up and down, “fucking dripping everywhere, aren’t you, honey?” you can only whine a pathetic response as seokmin places a broad, slow lick from your glistening opening to your clit, to which your fingers plunge instinctually through his ash hair and your heels tighten at his back.

he moans into your flesh, switching between twisting his tongue against your clit and flicking the bud with the tip of his tongue. your hips buck against his face in response. nothing has ever felt so damn good. no matter how many times you imagined this in the shower, or at nighttime, hell – even during the middle of class – the real sensation is incomparable.

“m-more,” you mewl to him, the sweat of your body twinkling in the dull kitchen lighting, “m-make me c-cum seok, please…”

“yeah?” he growls, locking his dark gaze against yours. “you wanna cum after you fucking lied to me? tried to tell me i didn’t actually care about you when you know that’s not true?”

something drops into the pit of your stomach and your mouth goes as dry as chalk.

“seokmin,” you manage, “i—,”

however, you’re robbed of the chance to speak as seokmin presses his mouth overtop your aching bud and starts to lap his tongue vigorously. the act completely steals all the breath from your lungs, leaving you to gasp and cry while seokmin buries his face deeper. his pace is relentless. he won’t stop pleasuring your clit, just sparing you the blissful opportunity to cum.

you pull up on his scalp as the first wave rolls through your body. the heat powerfully expands, and there’s a sudden slick surge of warmth that you feel between your thighs. seokmin still suckles your throbbing bud in order to work your pleasure for all it’s worth. then, he’s licking strongly at your slit, pushing inside of you even, collecting your abundant taste on his tongue.

your entire frame quivers like a frail flower petal.

“s-shit,” you breathe heavily, your fingers curling through his black hair, “m’so sensitive seok, d-don’t lick too m-much, please…”

“hmm, don’t lick too much?” he replies, flickering his eyes toward your face, “but, honey, i’ve waited so long to taste you. or, is it because you want my cock? is that it? you want my cock inside you, honey? you think i can fuck you open better than your ex?”

the tears sting against their ducts. did seokmin really just say that he’s been waiting to taste you? you believe it’s the alcohol in your system that warps his words. seokmin stands from the floor and grabs his belt buckle. though you just experienced an electrifying high, there’s nothing that could thwart you from being fucked by seokmin. you’re nearly drooling as he undresses.

a familiar fluttering sweeps your abdomen upon seeing seokmin’s length, and unconsciously, you begin to spread your legs wider, feeling the wetness stream once again. you’ve never needed anything so desperately in your entire life. as seokmin stands between your legs, he slowly runs the head of his cock along your soaked core, causing you to tremble uncontrollably.

“pl-please, seok,” you whine like an injured animal, a few tears slipping from your eyes and rolling down your enflamed cheeks, “i n-need you ss-so bad. need you to fuck me.”

“not yet,” seokmin denies you, finally breaking his gaze away from the lewd scene between your thighs, “if i fuck you, you’re not going out. not to see him at least.”

you swallow dryly, and try to supress the thought that this moment with seokmin could be nothing more than a one-time ordeal. it pains you to the bone. to have him like this, and then the next day, you’re back to being friends? it would feel like a knife twisting between the ridges of your back. a thick haze of desire and conflict clouds your head, though you end up nodding.

“i-i won’t go see him, i promise.”

and at that, seokmin begins pushing inside of you. immediately, your face contorts and a moan echoes throughout the apartment. he stretches you apart in a manner that you’ve never felt before, and your arms that support you wobble like jelly. he goes slow, knowing that you haven’t been fingered and you just came down from an intense orgasm.

“s-seok,” you whimper as more tears leak toward your chin, “s-so big, y-you’re s-stretching me s-so much….”

he leans forward, resting his forehead against yours. then, seokmin kisses you. surprisingly, it’s not very hard or rushed, but soft and sweet. you wrap one hand around his nape, allowing him to kiss away the overwhelming sensation of his cock pushing deeper and deeper inside you. eventually, he’s buried to the hilt, and you’ve never felt so goddamn full and blissed out.

“yeah?” seokmin pecks your mouth and smirks. “does it feel good having my big cock inside you, honey? does your cute pussy feel nice and stuffed?”

gently, he starts rocking his hips, and the pleasure that results has your eyes rolling back into your skull, different shapes flaring at the sides of your vision.

“mmhmm,” you whine dully, like the only thing you can feel is his cock, “s’good… g-good, s-seok, h-harder… please, hh-harder…”

your fingernails sink down into his amber skin while seokmin listens to your slurred instructions. as your legs wrap around his waist, he starts rutting himself against you with more force, only managing to push his cock further against your pliant walls. you feel like sobbing. eventually, your arms curl around seokmin’s neck and you simply hold onto him as he fucks into you.

“you’re so t-tight, s-so warm,” seokmin grunts, “wish i could cum inside you, honey. w-wish i could fill you up n’then w-watch it all spill out— i-i— fuck, i’m so in love with you. ”

all of a sudden, your world seems to shatter around you.

though you can’t exactly process much when seokmin is pounding into you.

you yearn for seokmin to thickly paint your walls with his seed and truly make you his. it would be most ideal, though even just having him fuck you is all you could ever want. the table scrapes the floor with seokmin’s powerful thrusts. your cheeks are completely dampened by tears as he continues to hit your sensitive spot, and suddenly, you burst like a balloon.

you clamp down tight and release around him, a loud cry escaping your chest while his hands grab at your thighs, his face burrowed into your shoulder. seokmin sloppily kisses and nips at your hot skin. you’d never imagine that anything could feel this good. however, below the numbing pleasure, there’s an awfully persistent sadness that won’t seem to leave.

“fuckfuckfuck—” seokmin growls in reaction to your contractions.

he pulls out of you and immediately curls his hand around his length, quickly pumping his slick member until ropes of white cream start to spurt onto your stomach. his forehead is against yours while he continues to cum, his sensitive, ruby red cock throbbing in his hand. for a few moments, the only thing you two can do is breathe deeply and regain your oxygen.

“h-hey,” seokmin eventually manages to pant, and you look straight into his glistering, brown eyes, “i don’t know why you always go back to him… and i guess i can’t stop you from making that choice but… i only try because i’m in love with you. i don’t want to see you get hurt.”

he said it again. he said he’s in love with you. that first part definitely wasn’t a dream.

“seokmin,” you run your hands down his chest, and stare seriously into his gaze, “i really hope you aren’t joking right now.”

“what?” he blinks, squeezing your thighs tightly, shifting you even closer against him, “of course not. i fucking mean it. that’s why i get so wound up about you and him… more than i should… and, like i said, i can’t really stop you from going back to him but—,”

you can’t listen any longer. instead, you crush your mouth on top of seokmin’s, your fingertips brushing through his dampened hair. ever so slightly, you can taste your own sweetness on his tongue, but it doesn’t dissuade you. not even his cum slowly drying on your tummy or the broken bottle that still requires cleaning is enough to break you from him.

it’s not at all a dream, and yet it feels so much like one.

seokmin’s face is coloured in surprise when you murmur a specific secret against his mouth, something clandestine that was once a principal source of your grief and agony. the boy instantly smiles upon hearing your words, and it ignites nothing but genuine happiness to understand that the person who you were positively in love with reciprocated your heart.

“i love you too.”

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burnedbyshoto · 5 years

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Ashido Mina

a/n: so, here’s to the start of my event! sfw is above the cut, nsfw is below it! I’m having a lot of fun with these and I hope you all enjoy :D

SFW

A = Affection (How affectionate are they with a s/o?)

Super affectionate with you. You need a hug, a kiss??? Mina will provide everything needed

B = Breath (What could their s/o do to take their breath away?)

Come out of nowhere and hug her from behind, or plan something super romantic and spontaneous, she’s such a romantic that the more cliche the better

C = Cuddling (Do they cuddle? If they do, how and when do they cuddle?)

Mina loves being the big spoon because she loves to bury her nose into your hair. She will cuddle with you whenever you please honesty

D = Dream (What do they dream of doing with their s/o?)

She wants nothing more than to win a dancing competition with you, or at the very least join one with you

E = Effort (How much effort do they put into a relationship?)

A lot of effort, she’s the type to date intending on marrying who she’s marrying so, you better treat her right

F = Fear (What do they do if their s/o is scared? How do they handle it?)

She will get a big blanket and roll you up and just hold you, you’re a burrito baby now

G = Gifts (What type of gifts do they give their s/o? Do they want a gift in return?)

she is the type to give you over the top things. think of jim’s present to pam during christmas before they got together… yeah, pretty intimate and intense but something you’ll love.

mina loves a gift in return and she especially loves gifts where she gets to do thinking’s with you!

H = Hugs (Do they hug their s/o? How often?)

hugging all the time!!! she loves touching you!!!

I = Intimacy (How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?)

a total romantic, everything she does for you is done with hearts in her eyes, and she has no issues with prodcasting such love

J = Jealous (Do they get jealous? How do they act when jealous?)

while not one too typical to get jealous because she trusts in you, when she gets jealous know she gets touchy. like stand behind you with her mouth to your neck touchy.

K = Kiss (Are they a good kisser? Do they like to kiss? How often do they try to kiss you?)

minas kisses are super gentle and sweet, she’s not the best kisser but she’s so passionate about it that you forget. if you go a day without getting at least ten kisses from mina, something’s wrong

L = Love (When do they say they love you? How often do they say it? Do they prefer to say or show it?)

mina doesn’t know what to do when she figures out she loves you. it’s something she’s always imagined feeling but now that it’s real she can only gape like a fish. she’ll accidentally blurt it out before her 10 step plan to confess happens. she prefers to show it then say it.

M = Marriage (Do they want to get married? If so, what kind of ceremony?)

she wants a full out reception party. she wants the biggest dance floor and the two of you to perform 194930 dances together.

N = Night out (What type of dates do they like to go on? How often do they like to go on them?)

mina actually treasures dates where the two of you stay in! the both of you lead busy outside lives that intimate ones indoors resonate deeper within her heart

O = Out of the Ordinary (What’s something they don’t normally do with/for their s/o?)

there’s not much she wouldn’t do for you, but on the rarest of occasions she’ll let you touch her horns.

P =Playful (Are they playful in a relationship? If so, how do they play around/mess with their s/o?)

super playful relationship! playing nerd gun fights in pjs at two in the morning! laughter is always echoing in the hallways with you two

Q = Questions (Do they ask their s/o their opinion on things? Do they share theirs?)

she’ll always ask for opinions on things she’s unsure of and will ALWAYS give her own thoughts about it

R = Random (How spontaneous is their relationship? Do they do things on the spot or plan ahead?)

she is a very big on the spot person! not that she doesn’t plan things out, just successwise she has better on the spot events

S = Sleep (How do they sleep with their s/o?)

the two of you nap together more, especially during high school because you both are too nervous at getting caught in the others room overnight!

T = Trust (How much do they trust their s/o?)

trusts you completely. if she didn’t trust you, she wouldn’t have ever asked you out

U = Unique (What makes them unique as a s/o?)

how deeply she loves. your hobbies will become her hobbies. it doesn’t matter because mina loves dancing and you do it with her, so you best believe she will do whatever hobby you love the most!

V = Vulnerable (How long until they can be vulnerable around their s/o? What are they like in this state?)

being vulnerable with you is super hard for mina because she’s always just so hyper and cheery, that the first time she’s vulnerable it makes you worry because it’s super super scary to see her sad and horns wilting as if in response. it takes about three months for her to show you this side.

W = Wild Card (Get a random domestic headcanon of the character of your choice)

mina loves comparing her hand size with you. whether they’re bigger or smaller than hers, she’s just fascinated by your hands she can’t help but stare and compare.

X = X-Ray (What would they do if their s/o got injured?)

suddenly number 18 in the class is outperforming number 1 in the class. she becomes instant health genius as she does anything to make you feel better

“mina is just a paper cut!”

“if we make it a slightly deeper cut you won’t feel the stinging pain anymore!”

Y = Yuck (Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o? Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?)

constant negativity. like the yucky kind that drains the fun from everything. she hates that in a s/o so much. like there’s a difference between that and being a pessimist and she sees and understands that.

Z = Zeal (Are they passionate as a s/o? Do they want or like passion?)

she wants and LIKES THE PASSION OKAY?! give mina her ideal love 2k19

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Mina lays there breathing for a full 5 minutes

She is always overwhelmed post sex, just give her a minute

While not the best at cleaning up, she lowkey loves just laying in your guys mess, she will always cuddle and hold you.

Lots of pillow talk

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On herself, mina prides herself on her arms and legs, she’s extremely proud of her natural strength

Mina is a useless boobs gal.

dangle them in her fucking face p U H L E A S E

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Mina fucking loves it when she can get herself to squirt

Like one you guys figure out how to make her squirt it’s going to happen every time y’all fuck cuz it sorta reminds her of her quirk

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Has definitely masturbated to an innocuous picture of you when the two of you went months without seeing each other

never masturbated until the two of you got together tbh

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Is not experienced at all prior to you! Mina is a romantic with a terrible streak prior to you, but she is a fluid person so she nails everything in the bed fast

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Favorite position is kneeling. She gets to hold you tight and full access to your boobs.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Definitely, the lover who goes from super romantic and intimate sex to can barely take this seriously love making

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Always groomed. The second she knew she was gonna fuck you she got that shit waxed. She has a heart strip though, and yes, her pubes are curly and pink

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Sex with mina is very very intimate, even if its in a joking matter. She truly cherishes everything about you and will always try making your sex life as amazing as possible

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Loves masturbating together. Like loves it so much. She loves watching you please yourself while she… ahem… assists you with some toys

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Hair-pulling: she loves having her hair pulled and the feeling of fingers knotting into her curls, degradation: she loves calling you impolite names because of the way you react, roleplaying: LOVES DRESSING UP AND CREATING A NEW PERSONALITY OKAY

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

By far her most favorite place to have sex is in the backseat of a car. It’s risky and hot. She’s addicted.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Physical reactions. Moan for her, move your body and praise what shes doing for you. Also when you wear that one big t-shirt with your hottest lingerie underneath and give her a lap dance

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

DO NOT TOUCH HER HORNS. THE MOMENT THEY ARE TOUCHED SHE’S DONE

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Loves giving more. Only on special occasions does she like having the attention on her, but for the most part, she will spoil you

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

All depends on her mood! She genuinely loves going fast and rough, but on anniversary nights, she enjoys slow and sensual paces

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Is definitely down to have a quickie, she thinks it’s hot, but only once every 2 years. She just enjoys being able to hear you scream as loudly as she can make you scream.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Very experimental! The two of you have designated days for trying out new things just because you’re never too sure

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Mina actually comes really fast, it’s a big reason as to why she prefers focusing on you! But she has good stamina and can last to three full and kinky rounds.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Toys are a must.

Vibrators, dildos, strap on, anal beads.

You think of one, you two own it.

They are very used and will go interchangeably, but are more often used on you

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not that big of a tease actually. Like she may abuse vibrator rights, but it’s not in a teasing way! More like a “i’m trying to make you squirt” way

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

She’s very loud in bed!

Moaning, whining, mewling, and sometimes even begging

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

The first time the two of you had sex, mina came twice in under two minutes. Once because of how your breasts felt rubbing against hers and when you pressed your soaked cunt against her own

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those shirts and pants, picture or words)

Mina is a blessed girl with round perky breasts, probably a dd-cup. her right one is actually bigger surprisingly! And she has inverted nipples. She has larger than average labia

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Went from sorta there to we fuck at minimum five times a week.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Takes her forever to fall asleep, will be awake long after you pass out

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White Lies and Dark Truths (Ch 2)

Hello there! This is the second chapter to the story I’m writing for @obsessedwithrandomthings‘s writing challenge for getting 500 followers.

The prompts I chose were <<You know what? Fuck you!>> and <<I’m done pretending. You can leave>>

Now we’ll see how Draco’s faring with being single again.

Gif not mine, credits to @d-r-a-c-o---m-a-l-f-o-y

Draco’s revenge arrived without delay.

For the next couple of weeks, he concentrated solely on making Solana’a life a nightmare.

He humiliated her, spreading around stories of how his friends had dared him to go out with her and she fell for his advances hook, line ad sink.

No one dared contradict his version.

These stories kept the Slytherin common room entertained for hours, and they all laughed at her expense. Amongst laughs, Draco fought tooth and nail to quiet his screaming conscience, the feelings he had for the poor girl.

That same conscience, those very feelings begged him to stop with his nonsense, but he couldn’t: he was mad at her because she’d tricked him, because of what he felt for her... And, ultimately, because he knew she’d never be with him.

That’s why it wasn’t so hard for him to believe her words, her harsh mockery.

He was the exact opposite of everything she represented, and not just because they belonged to enemy houses. She was soft curves where he was harsh lines, she was vibrant tones where he was delicate colours, she was kindness and sweetness where he was spite and arrogance, and she was human whereas he was an empty husk that he desperately wanted to fill.

In short, she was Solana, he was Draco, and he would never have her.

So he increased his attacks tenfold.

He picked on her in classes, during meals... Basically whenever he saw her.

For some reason, the girl did not react. She straight-up ignored him every time he even entered the room she was in, blanking him entirely.

Was she trying to play the part of the more mature person and make a fool of him- again?

The mere suspicion enraged him, and his desire for vengeance increased. He did not stop to consider what his heart was telling him- that she was hurt, and he was the one holding the knife.

The blood spilt could not be ignored forever.

Secretly, deep inside, Draco prayed it would be over soon.

It had to end, somehow.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

He felt things he never wanted to feel for anyone, most certainly not for a filthy mudblood- and tried to ignore the way his heart clenched every time he insulted her, either in his mind or out loud.

The hurt he was causing the filthy mudblood in question came back to haunt him at night. Even worse, he was puzzled by her apathy.

Was it just a figment of his imagination, the pain he saw in her eyes?

Once again a turning point loomed over their head like a sword, ready to fall at any moment. Who would succumb, him or Solana?

Truth be told, he was already wilting away little by little, day by day, and it was the worst agony he could imagine.

Once again though, everything happened in an entirely different way to what he envisioned. The brunette truly was his opposite in every aspect.

The part that hurt the most was that he loved her, and she didn’t.

Back to the story.

He met her out on the gardens that surrounded the castle, by accident, they were both alone, so there would be no drama.

Truth be told, he felt like there had been enough already

<<Hello, Kenneth>> He greeted, grinning smugly <<What brings you here? Are you trying to write a speech to ask me out on a date?>>

She snorted

<<Sod off, Malfoy>>

<<I’m sorry to bring you down>> He went on, ignoring her. An unknown, evil strength compelled him to hurt her.

He couldn’t stop <<But I already plan on asking Pansy out to Hogsmeade next time we go>>

<<I am more interested in Trelawney’s blabbering than your love life, Malfoy>>

He chuckled.

In reality, his mind was shouting at him, telling him to stop immediately. Up close he could see that the pain in her eyes was, indeed, real.

It confused him.

Was she hurt but his immature taunting? If not, what was it that doused the breathtaking light in her eyes?

<<I’m glad it’s over between us, even if it was a lie>>

<<You->>

<<She’s so much prettier than you, much smarter, and->>

He couldn’t finish that sentence because she delivered a stinging haymaker right to his face, knocking him to the ground.

Damn.

He lifted himself on his elbows, reaching out to touch his nose; when he retracted his hand, he saw the blood on his fingers.

Then, a shadow covered him.

Solana stood right in front of him, fury etched on her features

<<You know what? Fuck you!>> She screamed, tears pooling in her eyes.

It felt like a stab to his heart- Did he actually have a heart, at all? It was impossible.

If he did, he wouldn’t have given her so much hell

<<You’re an insensitive asshole>> There it was. Even Solana thought his chest was hollow. It had to be true then <<I made the mistake of giving you the time of day. Worse, I made the mistake of giving you my heart, and I’m paying the price>>

His breathing stopped.

The mistake of giving him... Her heart? Did she-

<<You wanted to make fun of me? You wanted to deceive me, to hurt me?

Well congratulations, you did!>>

Now more than ever the sorrow in her eyes became his own. But there was something else in her eyes too, a fire the likes of which he’d never seen.

He suddenly understood why the Sorting Hat put her in Gryffindor.

The growl that came from her, in fact, sounded much like the roaring of a lion

<<I’m done pretending. You can leave>>

He scrambled to his feet as soon as a tear trickled down her cheek

<<Go to your girlfriend, go to your friends to make fun of me some mo->>

She couldn’t finish that sentence because he’d crashed his lips to hers, holding her tight.

It was not a delicate kiss; it was desperate, filled with passion, rage, fear and pain, so much pain.

Draco clamped his hands on her hips, scared that she would evaporate if he let go; Solana sunk her fingers in his hair, pulling on it. Not enough to hurt him, but enough to make him moan in the lip-lock.

When they pulled away they were breathing heavily, staring into each other’s eyes. It went on for quite a while.

Then, she slapped him

<<You asshole. How dare yo->>

And he was kissing her again, not with less passion than before. He was a starving man, and he was craving her desperately.

When he finally let her go she was a little calmer, but still angry

<<You’re still an asshole>>

<<And you’re a fiend. I can’t believe you played me like that>>

Her gaze turned melancholic

<<I should be the one to tell you that>>

He pressed a finger to her lips, eyeing her pleadingly

<<Please don’t, you said enough.

I know I’m an asshole, I know I hurt you...

What do I have to do so you can give me another chance?>>

<<Another chance to hurt me?>>

<<Solana...>>

The brunette hastily pulled away, shoving him off

<<No, Draco. Enough. I won’t let you play me like that again>>

That said she took off running toward the castle, never looking back once.

The blond boy stood there, watching her disappear in the distance along with the remainders of his dying heart.

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[ @sasuhinabigflash2020 || Day Nine: A Cat Walks By ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Hyūga Neji, Uchiha Manami ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: We’re Not in Konoha Anymore... ] [ AO3 Link ]

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Normally, the sight wouldn’t really catch his attention. Bustling as the city is, there are still a share of stray animals out and about, looking for scraps or friendly hands to offer tidbits. Maybe even feel generous enough to take them home.

But something about this just feels...off.

Doing his homework as he always does at the little table outside the cafe, Sasuke finds himself tasked with a reading passage from his literature class. Boring, but at least it’s not that hard. Blinking owlishly as he takes in the text on the page, his lackluster gaze is immediately tempted by something more intriguing: movement.

Glancing up, chin resting against a curled fist, he takes notice of...a long-haired brown cat. It saunters along the lip of the opposing sidewalk, which is surprisingly empty for early afternoon. The tall buildings that flank both sides mean there’s not a scrap of sunshine despite the strip of clear blue sky above them. In the lurking grey down below, nothing really seems out of place.

And yet…

Watching it curiously, Sasuke sees as it sits just above a storm drain, sweeping tail flicking idly, paws aligned neatly with the edge. It almost seems like it’s...waiting for something. Furtive eyes - which Sasuke notices are a strange, pale color he can’t quite put a name to - seem to glance side to side.

...do cats usually do that?

Frowning, Sasuke just...stares as the cat continues to sit, eyeing its surroundings so...oddly grumpily.

And then, without warning, it gets up...and keeps walking right by the cafe.

For a moment, Sasuke weighs his choices. He can...pretend that didn’t seem as odd as it did, and just sit here and keep doing his homework. Or...he can get up and follow it.

Chewing his lip, he glances in where his aunt is still working. Surely she won’t mind, right…?

“I’ll be right back!” he calls just in case, not giving her a chance to refuse him. His book closes with a slap, fleeing his table and taking off down the road.

By now, the feline has slipped around a corner, Sasuke skidding to slow and trying to find it. A more trafficky route, pedestrians block a great deal of his view, but...there! Weaving around ignorant legs, the cat keeps going, oddly calm in the sea of human feet.

That only drives Sasuke further. Apologizing as he pushes his way through the crowds, he struggles to keep the animal in his line of sight until it takes yet another turn into a narrow alley.

Peering into it...Sasuke finds it empty.

A bit out of breath, his brow furrows. Where did it go…? There’s no turns, and it couldn’t have made it around another corner, could it? His eyes flicker up, wondering if it climbed something.

And then he hears a clack.

Perking, Sasuke eases into the narrow gap between the buildings. It’s oddly cold, and he feels the hairs on his neck and arms stand on end.

And then, he spies a wrought iron gate tucked into an inlet he couldn’t see from the street. That must have been what he heard. Did someone let the cat through…?

“...anything?”

He freezes. Someone’s talking…!

“No, nothing. Seems we’ve been stood up again.”

A delicate sigh permeates the quiet. “Well...at least it w-wasn’t a trap.”

“Which is why I insisted on going first. After last time -”

“I know, I...I know. But we have to make money somehow...I don’t want to have to fish through any more dumpsters…”

“I’ll keep stealing if I must.”

“But -!”

“It’s wrong, but we must take care of ourselves. Until more work can be found. I won’t let you come to harm just because this city is -”

As he struggles to see who’s beyond the gate, Sasuke flinches as his foot nudges a bottle. Beyond, he barely makes out a pair of silhouettes: one of a child his age, and another of a cat.

But in the next moment, it changes. Suddenly, the cat is gone. And in its place is...another child? They posture protectively in front of their companion, who quails back in surprise. “Who’s there?!”

At the harsh, hissing tone, Sasuke flinches. How can he explain…?

“Neji, i-it’s okay.”

“But -?”

“Look, they’re just a kid!” There’s a pause. “...maybe...you were followed?”

“Impossible,” the first voice scoffs.

“I...saw a cat acting strange,” Sasuke decides to offer. Being truthful should help, right…? “I just...wanted to see what it was doing.”

The silence sours only to be broken by a wind-chime giggle. “...seems you were followed,” the more feminine voice teases, earning a scoff.

“I’m sorry, I...didn’t mean to bother anyone. Did you guys see that cat? Or where it went?”

Another pause. “He’s, um…” The voice hesitates, and then someone steps forward. A girl, around Sasuke’s own age of thirteen. Dark hair cut short, she has the same pale eyes as that cat! “He’s here.”

“Hinata, I don’t think -?”

“I-it’s fine, Neji. Come on.”

Behind her, the other figure lingers...and then steps forward. Pale eyes, and...long brown hair…

...wait…

Sasuke balks in surprise. “...y...you’re the cat?!”

Arms folding defensively, the boy - he...thinks they’re a boy? - narrows his gaze heatedly. “Nosy brat, aren’t you?”

In spite of himself, Sasuke bristles. “Well it - er, you - were acting funny!”

“It was still none of your business.”

“Neji was o-out on my behalf!” the girl cuts in, physically stepping between the two nervously. “He’s...he’s my familiar. And...my cousin.”

Sasuke blinks in disbelief. “...what?”

“It, well...i-it’s a long story. You see, we -”

“Don’t tell him anything, Hinata,” the one called Neji interrupts sharply, an arm held out to blockade her. “We can’t trust him!”

“But -?”

“I’m not gonna hurt anyone, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Sasuke retorts, arms folding. “But it is weird a couple of kids are out here alone. Let alone...changing into cats, and going through people’s garbage. You know that can get you in trouble, right?”

At that, Neji’s face alights an embarrassed red. “How much did you -?!”

“Neji, please,” Hinata counters softly, instantly quieting him. “...maybe...m-maybe he can help…?”

“Him? Help? How?”

“Tell me what you’re doing out here first,” the Uchiha mutters.

The pale-eyed pair exchange a glance...and then Neji concedes with a short sigh, retreating.

“...we come from a long line of witches and...companions,” Hinata begins softly. “One side of the family being gifted in magic, and...the other side meant to protect them. I’m from the f-former, and...Neji is from the latter. For a long time, we would offer our skills in exchange for money, but…” She wilts. “...anymore, we’re treated more like criminals.”

“Lady Hinata was attacked last week,” Neji cuts in, tone hot with anger. “Someone lied, saying they wanted our help, only to try and hurt her. We barely escaped…”

“We offer h-honest work for honest pay,” she mumbles, wilting. “But not everyone s-sees it that way. So we haven’t been able to f-fend for ourselves.”

“Can’t you go home…?” Sasuke asks, confused. “Why are you out here on your own? Aren’t you my age…?”

“We’re meant to go out on our own for a year at thirteen,” Neji explains. “It’s a kind of...training. Surviving on our talents. But that’s an old tradition, no longer suited for a changing world…”

“M-my father won’t let us return until the year is o-over.” Hinata’s tone starts to bubble, threatening to cry.

“Hiashi is a cruel man,” Neji confirms, tone softening as he puts an arm around his cousin’s shoulders. “So we’ve been making due however we can...even if it’s not pretty. Our pride can survive what our stomachs cannot.”

Sasuke, all the while, slowly looks more and more ill at ease. Sending children out on their own? At this age, and for an entire year with no help?! Given the struggles he’s faced himself - losing his parents years ago, his widowed aunt taking in him and his brother on top of her own son and disability - he can understand struggle, but this…?

Looking the pair over, he then makes up his mind, jaw setting. A hand reaches out and takes Hinata’s, much to both of the cousins’ surprise. “C’mon.”

“But -?”

“C’mon!” Offering no other explanation, he starts towing her along. Neji, shocked, shrinks back into his familiar form, tucked safely in Hinata’s remaining arm as she stumbles after Sasuke.

Back down the street they go, around corners until they see the cafe. It’s getting late, but the doors are still open. “Aunty Manami!” Sasuke calls.

Crutch under one arm, the woman makes her way outside, expression stricken and then wilting with relief. “There you are! Where’ve you been?”

“Uh...long story. Hey, is the kitchen still serving?”

“Yeah, for another half an hour - you hungry?”

“No, but...my friends are.” He then pulls Hinata up beside him, the girl pink and clearly flustered.

“...oh!” Manami blinks. “Well, sure. What’ll you have, sweetie?”

“...I-I -?”

“Can she look at a menu, first?”

“Yeah, one sec.”

As she disappears to fetch one, Sasuke guides Hinata to his table. “What are you doing?” she whispers harshly. “I...I don’t have any money!”

“I’ve got an allowance,” Sasuke counters.

“But -!”

“It’s fine. I never spend it, anyway.”

Floundering for words, Hinata wilts as Manami reappears.

“Here you go, kiddo.”

“...thank you.”

Smiling, the woman then glances to her nephew, jerking her head to make him follow her back inside. “So...what’s really going on here, Sasuke?”

“...she got kicked out of her house.”

“What?!”

Without revealing too much, Sasuke spins a half-truth. “I just...wanted to help. She’s been trying to find work but no one’ll take her on.”

Sighing deeply, Manami watches Hinata through the window, Neji standing his front paws on the table from her lap and seeming to read alongside her. “...I have an idea.”

“Wait, what -?”

Gesturing for him to be quiet, Manami heads back outside, startling Hinata as she approaches. The pair talk, voices too muffled for Sasuke to hear. But then the girl threatens to break down into tears again, Neji perching protectively around the back of her neck as she jumps up and latches onto Manami tightly.

What the…?

It then seems like Hinata places her order, and Manami steps back in, looking smug.

“...what did you do?”

“I offered her a job.”

“What?! But -?”

“It’s fine. There’s an empty room over the storage building she can use. I need someone quicker on their feet than me, anyway. She can be my missing foot,” she jokes, swinging her half-missing leg idly.

“...you really…?”

“I know we’re struggling, but one more mouth to feed won’t break us,” Manami insists, waving aside his concern. “For now, she needs something to eat. We’ll figure out the rest tomorrow.”

At that, Sasuke can’t help a small feeling of guilt. Technically, including Neji, there’s two more mouths...but hopefully it won’t make too big of a difference. He’ll just...defer his allowance back to his aunt for a while. Without her knowing, of course.

He doesn’t need it.

Heading back outside, Sasuke gives a sheepish smile. “...well, guess that’s happening, huh?”

Hopping back to her feet, Hinata seems to fight back tears. “...thank you…!”

“It’s okay, really -”

“No...t-this is…” Lacking the words, she just bows her head shyly.

Atop her shoulders, Neji blinks slowly.

“...well...consider it payback for being nosy,” Sasuke then offers nonchalantly, glancing aside. “Guess you have Neji to thank, really.”

Straightening, Hinata blinks before giggling, a hand reaching up to scritch at his ears. “...yeah. I do.”

Welp, this is...technically yesterday’s prompt, I’m behind. My darn toothache just got the better of me u_u Not sure if I’ll catch up tonight but I’ll try! Anyway, if anyone can guess what movie this is based off of, you get ten internet points because it is my all-time favorite movie xD A bit changed around, but...well, I didn’t want to copy it exactly. But I’m still calling this my crossover verse for lack of anything else that fits lol Manami is an OC of mine, Mikoto’s older sister and Shisui’s mother! In canon she loses half of a leg during the Nine Tails’ attack, so...I usually have her that way in other universes, too. She’s a very sweet bean, I love her ;w; In modern verses she usually takes Itachi and Sasuke in after their parents’ death, like here. Anywho! Gonna take a break and see if I can must up another one before passing out for the night lol - if not, I’ll just try again tomorrow xD Thanks for reading!

#sasuhinabigflash2020 #shbf2020 #sasuhina #uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #hyūga neji #uchiha manami #we're not in konoha anymore... [ crossover verse ]

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