#but if I already admit to drabbling crimes I might as well just throw this into the mix too
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No one smack me this was already written, have a little snippet from another drabble that I hope to finish after Sun got some attention
#post let luce#accidentally undercover#had three ideas for sun centric content and then the migraine hit rip#have some earlier rivalry content for now#subject to editing etc etc you know the drill#drafted this earlier so I have something to post in the afternoon#but if I already admit to drabbling crimes I might as well just throw this into the mix too#it's also four ideas now and the newest one will be a comic I'm biting my hands not to thumbnail already#bc ik if I do that I wanna actually draw so that has to wait until tomorrow after work#gonna be a long one rip; not guaranteed it'll be done tomorrow#nothings guaranteed actually maybe ill want to post a drabble tomorrow instead#who knows! not me!
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Distraction
leroy jethro gibbs x reader
fluff, drinking, mentions of sex, death,
based on earlier seasons
AN: ahh my first NCIS little drabble! requests are open so request something!
The moon was shining into the windows of the dimly lit bar. It defiantly wasn’t the nicest one you’d ever been in, but when a old friend insisted on bringing you, you gave in.
She had been babbling to you, for days, about the man who owns it and how they are sleeping around with each other. She continued to then beg for you to come and check it out, then maybe bring some of your coworkers so the guy she liked so much could have more customers.
“Come on Y/n!” Your friend, Elise, whined. She sat up from her position on the couch in your apartment, and locked her fingers around your wrist to get you to stand. “Let’s go! It’s a good place! Popular! Fun! Drinks are cheap,” She was very cheery and trying her hardest to convince you as well.
“Not now,” You groaned, trying to use your weight to stay on the couch. “Brandon is coming over and I had plans to have a nice dinner with him,” You told her, the girl giving up.
Brandon was your current boyfriend, for about two months. Both of you were always incredibly busy with your jobs, him a FBI agent, you a NCIS special agent. So, it made it very difficult to truly see each other and have fun.
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He was helping with the investigation due to the victim of the crime (at the time) being a old navy friend of his. They were going to meet up and try to regain a old friendship before the man was murdered. But Brandon decided to stay a bit and try to help with the case, to find his friends murderer, and to talk to you a bit more.
“A shame to see him go. Wish I’d have see him sooner,” Brandon admitted, rubbing his eyes a little while staring at the body bag.
“I’m sorry for your loss Agent Jordon,” You put a arm on his shoulder and he looked down at you with a small smile. “Trust us, we’ll find him,” You tried to reassure him.
“Thank you Agent L/n,” He nodded, turning fully around to face you now, while they lifted up the body bag to carry it into the van. “I would hope it will be okay if I join you with finding him,” He looked towards you for a answer.
“Oh! Well, uh, I-”
“Talk to your supervisor,” Gibbs interrupted, throwing a camera into your hand. “We still need to hear about your alibi. L/n, get to work on those photos. Todd!” He called out to the other female agent who was walking over with DiNozzo.
“Yeah, Gibbs,” She walked over, fixing the hat that was covering a bit too much of her face than she wanted.
The park was empty, they had found the body slumped up next to a tree with a cup of coffee in hand, which was going to be tested by the lovely Abby, along with everything else he had on him.
“You and DiNozzo go ahead and check out the areas around here, take another camera,” He commanded Todd and DiNozzo, who soon left. “L/n, pictures,” He snapped, now standing right next to you. You quickly nodded and left to go do the job by taking some more pictures of where the body formally was.
“Sir, I hope you’ll let me join you on this investigation. I was at my office, up until I got news of his murder, you can check with coworkers of mine and even my boss,” Brandon told Gibbs, hands now in his pockets and pulling out the FBI badge.
“I know what you are,” Gibbs sneered, motioning for him to put it away. “We don’t need FBI for this, it’s our job,”
“Just for a extra eye, nothing more, I just want to know I did all I could do to get justice for my friend,”
“Come on Gibbs,” You piped up, walking over with the camera in hand and zippering up your jacket with the other. “A extra hand, another person to boss around, and that person being a FBI agent. It kinda sounds like something you might want,” You joked, slowly lowering your voice as his intimidating gaze was put on you. “Or not?”
“I obviously don’t boss you around enough that you feel the need to bother me instead of doing your job,”
“I took the photos!” You lifted up the camera and pulled up a photo of something you found near the body. “Looks like boot marks on the grass, they were bigger and I measured, bigger than our victim. That can help narrow down the search, they were also heavier boots, something someone who’s in the navy might wear,” You handed him the camera and walked to stand across from him, next to Brandon.
“You’re good,” Brandon complimented, smiling down at you.
“Than-”
“It’s the bare minimum, let’s go,” Gibbs, once again, interrupted, and the three of you started walking to his car. “Y/n, up front with me,” He commanded and you quickly jumped in the seat.
“So, can I help?” Brandon asked after there were a few minutes of silence.
“As long as you don’t get in our way,”
Once you made it back to the iconic building, you were excited to show Brandon around a bit, DiNozzo and Todd already doing some research based on some things they found.
“Oh! The autopsy is where Ducky is working at the moment. You have to go and see down there, but Ducky is a talker, so be warned. Sometimes I go down there, on paperwork days, to learn more about anatomy,” You informed the Agent who was happily listening besides you.
“L/n, you are at work, during your work hours, where you get payed to do work. Also known as working on the case, not giving tours, he can figure it out himself,” Gibbs commented, dropping off a couple of files at your desk. You let out a little groan, and apologetic smile to Brandon and walked back to your desk. “Figure out his closest friends, got it, people he was closely working next to,”
“Yes sir,” You plopped yourself down and started to open a file when another chair was soon pulled up.
“Boss is in a extra bad mood today, huh?” DiNozzo laughed, grabbing one of the files near you.
“Big surprise,” You rolled your eyes, flipping to the next page.
“I’ve got a feeling he doesn’t like little FBI agent,”
“Well of course not, he is a FBI agent after all,”
“I’m thinking for another reason,” DiNozzo sent you one last smirk before rolling his chair back to the desk next to you.
“What’s tha-”
“Need help?” Brandon wondered, pulling up a extra chair and grabbing a file. The two of you chatted while going through it. Gibbs down checking in with Abby and then Ducky to see what more they could find out.
Soon, you were all able to find out who exactly killed the victim, leaving to go to the home the man was with another navy agent. You and Brandon took the front of the house, Gibbs and Dinozzo taking the back entrance of the farm house and land, going to check where some animals were located. Todd and Mcgee then headed to a shed that was also present on the land.
You looked back at Brandon, who nodded at you, signaling it was okay to open the door, and you turned the knob. Walking into the entrance and started to sweep the area with your gun in front of you. Brandon motioned you over to a door where he was hearing noises and soon swung it open.
“Liam Han! Put the gun down!” You yelled at him, then pressing your ear piece and letting the rest of the team know you had found the man. You watched the life drain out of the mans face, the first beam of sweat truly drip down, the way his eyes widened every so slightly, and his gun quickly moving to be aimed at Brandon.
You soon shot the mans arm while he shot Brandons leg, other agents soon rushing in and putting Liam into handcuffs and helping the petty officer, who was kidnapped, out of his seat.
“Agent Jordon,” You got on your knees besides him, looking at the wound which seemed to hit a bit below his knee. “Don’t worry medics are on their way, um, are you okay?”
“I might be FBI, but I tend to due more paperwork than field work,” He laughed a little, clutching the wounded leg.
“Why wouldn’t you inform us of that?” Gibbs asked him, same tone in his voice like always.
“It’s not like I’m never on the field, I know what to do,” He didn’t look at Gibbs at all just looking at you. “But hey, maybe this little wound will make it more convincing for you to let me take you out on a date,” He smiled widely, despite his bloody leg.
“Uh.” You looked at him in disbelief and Gibbs rolled his eyes.
“Might as well call of the medics,” Gibbs commented, moving towards the door.
“Wait! No! I still need them!” Brandon called out after.
“That’s something I’m gonna have to try,” DiNozzo mentioned.
“Yeah, ‘cause it would be real charming if you did it,” Todd added.
“Sure,” You told him, laughing a bit while the medics came in to truly address his leg.
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Two more dates, after the first one, he soon asked you to be his girlfriend and the two of you have been going strong for two months!
“I’m in town, please, do this one thing for me!” Elise continued to beg.
“And I never see Brandon,” You fired back. “I’ll think about it, but your flight is tomorrow, so you better go spend the last of that time with your boy toy and I’ll email you,” She quickly nodded and grabbed her stuff, saying a quick goodbye.
A few hours later Brandon arrived to your apartment, yet, not so thrilled to see you. He had a stressed look on his features and no bags in his hand, just a frown and a envelope.
“Brandon?” You got up from the couch you’d been waiting on for the past two hours and slowly walked over to him. “What’s wrong?”
“I think we should break up,” His eyes connected with yours, tears littering the edge of his eyes.
“Wha-why?”
“I need to focus on my work, I’ve always wanted to be a unit chief and in order to gain that goal, I need to do better at my job, and that means cutting off any distractions,” He explained, placing the envelope on your kitchen counter.
“Distractions?”
“I don’t mean for it to come off in a rude way, but this is just the best for me, and now you can even focus on your work more and how to deal with a insane boss,” He lightly laughed, slowly walking to you a patting your shoulder. “I hope to see you soon,” He turned back to the door and left like he was never there.
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That’s how you found yourself in the crappy bar. Elise sure talked it up enough to make it sound decent, but in all reality is was one of the worse you’ve ever been too. But the drinks were kind of good and cheap, so staying a little longer didn’t seem so bad.
Later, when you indulged in a few more weeks, you realized it would be best to head back, yet Elise was off having fun with her boy and you came here with her, in her car.
“DiNozzo,” You spoke into the phone, coughing a bit afterwards. “Pick me up,”
“You’re drunk?” He asked into the phone. “Weird, I’ve only seen that a few times. Not pretty,” He laughed. “Would love to, we’ll not really, but I’m with this smoking hot blonde and she wants to do it in the shower, later,” He hung up, leaving you to dial another friend.
“Y/n?” Caitlins voiced echoed through the phone. “What’s up?”
“I’m drunk, and want to sleep, pick me up Cait, please?”
“I’m out with my family, maybe ask Abby?”
“At some weird rock concert,” You groaned. “I’m not even a crazy drunk, or that drunk, but I don’t feel comfortable driving and I just want to sleep,” You complained.
“I’ve got to go, good luck,” Caitlin then hung up, leaving you to let your forehead fall onto the bar counter.
“Ugh, I guess I have no choice,” You groaned, again, and dialed a number you were dreading to call.
“L/n? It’s late, what is it?”
“Gibbs, I need to call in a favor,” You quietly voiced into the phone.
“What’s this, favor?”
“Can you pick me up,”
“You sound twelve,”
“I can’t drive and everyone’s busy, come on, for me?”
“Tch, I was finally making some real progress on my boat, but now I have to go and save a dumb drunk coworker of mine,” He grumbled underneath his breath, which was still able to be heard through the phone. “Tell me the address,”
You soon told him and hung up. Paying the money you owed the bartender and getting your purse all ready for when the grey-haired man would show up.
“This place is a dump,” A familiar voice muttered, stepping through the door. “What the hell?”
“Gibbs!” You shot up and tumbled your way towards him. “I absolutely hate this place, and fuck-”
“Woah,” He caught your body which just about fell onto him. “You sure can talk normally but not walk normally,” He noted, swinging one of your arms to fall onto his shoulders and his to snake around your waist.
Since the place was about deserted it was easy to get a parking spot in the front and guide you to the car. Once Gibbs opened the passenger door you flopped down, and Gibbs leaned over to buckle your seatbelt, your eyes closed.
“Fell asleep, already, damn, I don’t know where you live,” He mumbled, getting into the drivers seat and pulling out of the nasty bar.
“Gibbs,” You whispered, stirring around in the chair and moving one of your hands to reach for his thigh, though his full attention was already on you, the red beaming onto your features.
“Y/n,” He spoke again, ignoring the hand that was rested on his more lower thigh. “I’m taking you to my place, I have a extra bedroom so it shouldn’t be a problem. And if it is, I don’t care because you’re the one who decided to get drunk,”
“Mmk,” You hummed. “Gibbs,”
“Yes?” He moved his attention back to the road, the color changing.
“You’re my favorite agent,” You laughed a little after, now the true side affects of when you were sleepy and drank too much, kicking in.
“Thanks, I guess,”
“Am I yours?”
“Sure,”
“Good,” You closed your eyes again, letting a grin take over your features. “Gibbs,”
“Yes,” He said with a bit more irritation this time.
“I miss Brandon,”
“Weren’t you supposed to see him tonight?”
“He broke up with me, said I was a distraction. So he needs to cut me off and focus now. Am I a distraction to you?”
“Yeah,” He chuckled a little at the droppy tone of your words and the funny memories of you flashing through his mind at the question. “But sometimes distractions are a good thing. Like distracting you from the troubles that just can’t be fixed at the moment, that’s what you do for me, so it isn’t a horrible thing,”
“Ah,”
“Brandon was a idiot anyway,”
“You’re just saying that ‘cause he was FBI,”
“Yeah, that’s true, but,” Gibbs stopped for a moment, thinking about the words he was about to mutter, contemplating if he was willing to take the risk or not. “He’s also a idiot for getting rid of a distraction like you,”
“You mean that? Gibbs I-” You stopped your sentence after feeling a pair of lips being pushed up against your own. You opened you eyes wide to look at the man who had connected his with yours. “Gibbs what about rule-”
“Who cares, I made the rules, therefore I can break them,” He smirked, grabbing the hand in his lap. “Let’s head to my house and get you to bed and some medicine in your stomach for the hangover you’re going to have tomorrow,”
“Oh, okay,”
“After I finish up on my boat,”
#gibbs x reader#ncis fandom#ncis fanfiction#ncis fic#ncis x reader#leroy jethro gibbs#tony dinozzo#abby sciuto#ducky#timothy mcgee#donald mallard#jimmy palmer#caitlin todd#caitlin mcgee
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Higher
Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Reader
Request: henlo I know I already requested something, but can I please get drabble prompt no 7 with hyunjin from stray kids, either like rivals to lovers or maybe secret crush. And make it SOFT please. fast forward 15 minutes` → make it ;) now.
Prompt: “That's the eggnog speaking.”
Genre: rivals to lovers, non idol au, fluff ending, suggestive.
/Lots of bickering and oppressed feelings and ;) tension, friends trying to hook you up with Hyunjin, who you’re totally not interested in.
Warnings: light swearing, alcohol, suggestive(!!), make-out
words: 2.7k
Part of my Seasonal Requests Special - Winter Edition.
a/n: This was so much fun to write. Oh and it's a full-blown scenario. Whoops. This was requested by my best friend: @ithilinne Honestly I hope you find it as funny as I do, lol. ❄️❤️❄️❤️I enjoy writing bickering so much, it's fun! Plus, dude. Hyunjin. Do I need to say more? I hope you like it !❤️
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“I'm totally getting drunk tonight.” you exclaimed in annoyance, helping Felix to put some snacks on the table. “Mind telling me why?”, your friend asked grabbing some of the alcohol bottles he had in his cupboards, to place them near the snacks. “Dude, I'm studying like crazy. My life's basically books.”, you groaned, while placing down cups, “but apparently I'm not good enough to get in the top rankings. But guess who is? Hyunjin. Again!”, frustration swang in your voice, as you spoke about your long-time rival.
“He's not even studying!”, you added, throwing your arms in the air. Felix chuckled next to you, a grin gracing his face. “You really need to let off some steam.”, he said, making you roll your eyes at him. “I don't have time for such distraction.”, you hissed and looked at the clock, pretty sure that your friends will arrive soon to your small gathering.
“I don't even get why you're so annoyed by Hyunjin. We're in the same group of friends after all. And I honestly think you two would hit it off-”, you stopped Felix in his sentence, putting a hand on his mouth to keep it silent for a second.
“He annoys me because he doesn't study and is still beating me in every single seminar. That's fucking unfair. Plus, he is arrogant and annoying.”, you muttered, a sigh leaving your lips as you waited for the doorbell to finally ring. If you were being totally honest, you weren't even sure why exactly Hyunjin was taking your last nerve. Maybe it was the way he always grinned at you in that stupid cheeky way whenever you had to take an exam. Or maybe how he always asked about the rankings in the group chat – even though he were perfectly aware of the fact that he was better than you. Every. Single. Time. But maybe it was how he always tried to tease you every chance he got. And maybe – just maybe, because he was ridiculously good-looking for being such a pain in the ass.
When the doorbell finally rang you rushed out of the kitchen, hearing Felix laugh behind you. The first person who greeted you was your best friend, two bottles of eggnog in her arms. “Damn, you do know what I need.”, you chuckled as you hugged her. “I always do, love.”, she winked and pecked your cheek before disappearing in the kitchen, greeting Felix. The rest of the group just walked in after her, greeting you with hugs and even more booze. Last but not least, Hyunjin entered the door and grinned at you. “Just saw the new rankings.”, he clicked his tongue, sighing at you while walking past you, “I'm still at number one.”, he whispered into your ear, before entering the kitchen as well, leaving you behind. Ass.
You felt Felix's eyes on you as soon as you entered the kitchen as he handed you a glass of eggnog. “Exactly what I need.”, you mumbled and took the cup, taking big sips, enjoying the sweet flavour on your tongue.
“I honestly thought I might fail that one sociology exam. I swear, I didn't study a bit.”, you heard Hyunjin brag to Minho but you clearly saw how he looked at you with that stupid grin on his stupidly beautiful lips. “Yeah, right.”, you snorted before rolling your eyes at him, taking another sip from your drink, trying to keep you sane. “I'm sure you'll be better than me the next time.”, he said, shrugging his shoulders before chuckling.
“You know what's better than sex?”, your best friend whispered in your ear, making you jump slightly as you didn't even hear her appearing next to you. “Angry sex. Letting off some steam, you know.”, she added, wiggling her brows at you. You rolled your eyes as hard as humanly possible and grabbed a second cup full of eggnog after already finishing the first one.
Your eyes wandered over to Hyunjin, who casually leaned against the wall, talking to Minho and Felix. He wore his longer blonde hair in a loose ponytail, messy strands of hair falling down on his shoulders in soft waves. You let your gaze continue to wander over his figure, how his black leather pants hugged his figure and how his fitted shirt showed off his upper body. “I'm telling you.”, your friend whispered still right by your side, obviously following your gaze, “If I were single, you know.”, you freed your gaze from Hyunjin's figure and looked at her brown eyes, which winked at you. “God, stop it. He's arrogant and annoying.”, you sighed, before biting your tongue. You looked up for a second, just to meet Hyunjin's gaze, which nonchalantly eyed you just the way you did with him, before a mild grin appeared on his face and he looked back to his friends. Damn it.
An hour later you were peacefully munching on some crackers your friend handed you between your cups of eggnog. “Oh wow, I see an empty cup and that's a crime!”, you heard Felix say, dramatically putting his hand on his heart to show his shock. “I already had-”, you started your sentence, but Felix interrupted you, “Nonsense! You need more!”, and before you could protest he filled your cup and chuckled as soon as you took your first sip.
You started to feel the warmth inside of you, leaving you all fuzzy. For a moment you felt like your mind wasn't about studying and grades, which you enjoyed to the fullest. You let your eyes wander through the room, watching how your friend was nuzzled against Chan's arm, while talking to him and how Minho tried to play Jenga against Changbin but lost for the third time in a row, which let the boys around them laugh out loudly. You chuckled, watching how he pouted and said that Changbin was probably cheating or else he wouldn't be able to win. Your eyes searched for Felix and maybe even for Hyunjin - which you would obviously never admit in a sober state of mind, but you couldn't see either of them.
As your bladder was filled with alcohol you naturally needed to go to the bathroom for a moment. Staying in front of the sink you checked your Make-Up you put on fro the night, after washing your hands. You slowly turned your face from side to side, checking if everything was still set and looking okay-ish. You left the bathroom with a small smile on your lips, heading through the floor until you suddenly had to stop in your tracks as Hyunjin nearly ran into you.
“Oh sorry, didn't see you there.”, he said with a small chuckle. You rolled your eyes. “Yeah.”
“You look really pretty tonight.”, you heard him say and for a second you thought you lost your ability to breath. ´”What?”, you asked furrowing your brows. “I said, that you look really pretty tonight.”, he repeated calmly.
“So I'm usually ugly?”, you snorted back at him.
“No. You actually look pretty every day but especially tonight.”, he answered, scratching the back of his head.
“Yeah, stop making fun of me, idiot.”, you rolled your eyes, wanting to go back to the others but your legs just didn't want to move.
“I'm not making fun of you-”, he started.
“Seriously, shut up, Hyunjin.”, you interrupted his sentence, “Honestly, you're an arrogant and annoying ass.”, you snorted, feeling how the booze in your system made you feel way more confident than you used to be.
“What annoys you about me?”, he asked you while moving a step closer to you.
“Everything. Your teasing and always being better than me, without actually studying.”, you started but you felt how your voice got just a tad shakier when you felt him shifting in front of you.
“Honestly, it's unfair. Would be easier you if you weren't that hot.”, you said before even realizing what words left your mouth. The alcohol in your system not even letting you feel ashamed over what you said.
Hyunjin chuckled in front of you. “Did you just call me hot?”, he asked but you shook your head.
“Nope. That's the eggnog speaking. Not me.”, you laughed and tried to focus your eyes on anything else beside his body who was moving dangerously close to yours.
“Ah, bummer.”, he sighed in front of you, “would be great if it were you speaking.”, he added and a small smile graced his lips.
“Why?”, you asked, your eyes finally able to actually look at his.
“Well, because I wouldn't feel stupid for saying that I actually think you're attractive, too.”, he chuckled once more.
“What?” you asked, completely dumbfounded, not quite sure if you're brain was even able to process this conversation.
“Jeez, I'm kinda confessing here. Would you mind meeting me halfway here?”, he sighed. At first you were annoyed but as soon as you saw his lips turn into a small smile you just blinked at him, realizing that he maybe wasn't even making fun of you at all.
“Hyunjin.”, you said slowly, “You're annoying. And arrogant.”, you said, replying what just came out of your mouth minutes ago.
“Yeah, you already said that. Thank you, by the way. It's not like I was complimenting you or anything.”, he responded.
“Annoying. Arrogant. Stupid.”, you whispered, while staring at Hyunjins face, your eyes wandering over every of his features. His deep brown eyes, with that small mole under his left one.
His small nose and those perfectly shaped, stupid lips on which your gaze rested for a couple seconds. You secretly wondered how they would actually feel on yours. You wanted to know how the fabric of his shirt felt under your hands and his bare skin under your fingertips. You needed to know how it felt like, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him towards you and how it would feel to have his slender hands on your body.
“I'm curious.”, you whispered as you moved closer to him until you could feel his breath on you cheek. Your eyes wandered back to his, which were locked on you. You felt how one of his hands cupped your cheek, his thumb softly running over your bottom lip, leaving you with goosebumps. Your breath quickened, when you let your hand rest on his chest, feeling his heart beating rapidly in his chest. You let your hand wander up over his shoulder to let it rest on his neck, until you slowly pulled him closer to you until your lips finally connected with his.
They were soft and tasted sweet like eggnog, gently moving against yours in perfect sync. Your other hand joined the one already resting on his neck, pressing him even closer to you, which made him smile softly into the kiss. Hyunjin's hands wandered down your back, until they rested on your hips. Chills went down your spine, warmth slowly spreading through your body which wasn't coming from the alcohol. It felt like you were finally doing that one thing your body and heart told you to do so many times but you never gave in - until now.
Just when you thought about how good it actually felt to kiss him, he moved his lips away from yours, his eyes looking at yours.
“Curiosity satisfied?”, he whispered. You looked at him for a moment, letting your hands wander over the fabric of his shirt until you let them rest on his chest. Your hands shortly continued their way over his arms, until your hands were over his, which were still resting on your hips. He let you intertwine your fingers with his, leaving you in complete control over the situation. You looked over his face again, feeling an urge to just place a kiss on his skin, so you placed them on his neck for a quick second, leaving soft, quick kisses on his jawline and his cheek. “Not quite.”, you whispered back at him, before pressing your lips on his again but this time you wanted more, you needed more, completely unbothered by the fact that you were still standing in the floor of your apartment at a party.
His lips were just as soft as before, slowly moving against yours, making you hum. You wrapped your arms around his neck again, his arms now gently around your waist, pressing you closer to his body to eliminate the air between them. You had to admit, kissing Hyunjin felt amazing. Like something you've wanted and waited for. You enjoyed how gentle he was, even when he smoothly let his tongue slip into your mouth for a moment, deepening the kiss, leaving your body with goosebumps all over again. Even now, he let you take control, kissing in your own tempo and exactly how you wanted and needed it.
He let you wander your hands over his upper body, exploring the softness of his skin. You wanted to touch every inch of his body, the urge to feel him nearly overwhelming you. Between all the teasing and glancing, all the cheeky grins and smirks you were curious. Curious how it would feel to feel that pretty mouth of his on yours.
You enjoyed the physical sensation, how his hands gently stroke your back, until they reached for your head, holding you tightly. You were surprised about the gentleness of his hands, about the way he touched you.
“More.”, you whispered between kisses, feeling how Hyunjin smiled against your lips. You lightly dug your fingers in his neck, connecting your lips again, feeling how his tongue entered your mouth once more. This time, you felt more pressure behind his kiss, as if he waited for you to allow him to do so. His hands slid down the sides of your torso, sending chills over yogr body, before resting on your hips. You felt how his grip tightened a little bit more and you smirked before grinding your body against his. A small gasp escaped his mouth and you wondered what other sounds you could possible coax out of it. You could feel how his kisses increased in intensity, his lips always connecting with yours, his tongue gently playing with yours. You needed to know what sinful things those lips were able to do.
“Oh my God. Finally!”, you jumped away from Hyunjin, heart beating rapidly in your chest, as soon as you heard Felix yelling from the other side of the floor. “Jeez, this took way too long.”, he added and sighed in relief. Another head popped up next to him, belonging to your best friend, which raised a fist and smiled.
“Dude, I said eggnogg is the solution!” you stared at the two of them while listening to some excited screams from the kitchen as soon as the others saw you, too.
“You owe me a 20, Minho!”, your best friend screamed back at the kitchen and started to laugh. “I swear, I made like a hundred bucks tonight.”. She looked at you and Hyunjin, giving you a cheeky smile. “Anyway, we don't want to disturb you two any longer so we will be hanging out in the kitchen.”, she wiggled her brows, “with the doors closed and music playing so please, continue.”
Felix laugh halls through the floor before he turned around and closed the door to the kitchen behind the group, leaving you alone with Hyunjin again.
“Not awkward at all.”, you whispered to Hyunjin, whose arm was around your waist. You looked at each other and immediately started laughing together at the absurdness of the whole situation.
“I can't believe they actually made bets with money,”, he responded, placing a soft kiss on your temple. You smiled, closing your eyes for a moment.
“So, what do you wanna do now?”, you asked him, looking at his twinkling eyes.
“Continue?”, he answered with a grin before wrapping both of his arms around you again, and placing his lips on yours once more.
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Spitfire and All
Mirabella ponders the complicated feelings she has for the Legendary Devil Hunter while cleaning the messy shop.
Rated M for mentions of sex but nothing graphic.
Here’s my drabble for DMC OC Week Day 4: Likes/Dislikes! Hope you enjoy the angy detective! 😘
Devil May Cry is infamous among devil hunters for taking on dangerous missions with a huge pay out. But for Mirabella Merritt, it’s a new home with a fresh start...and a lot of fucking trash.
“Might as well be living in a pizza parlor,” she grumbles while throwing out another huge stack of pizza boxes.
It’s only been a few weeks since she’s moved in when she finally broke down and began the daunting task of cleaning the office. She can’t stand living in a messy and unorganized place, and Dante did say to make herself at home before heading out on a short mission. So, here she is...cursing up a storm while cleaning up after her boyfriend.
I’m a detective, not a fucking maid! she fumes, slamming her cleaning rag on the floor with an irritable huff. She knew being in a relationship with the legendary devil hunter was going to be challenging, but their differences are already grating on her nerves. Dante’s laid-back attitude constantly clashes with her volatile temper, and now the trivial things like his messy office are getting to her.
They say opposites attract but can they really be in a committed relationship?
Well, obviously you do since you’re here, she reminds herself. It’s just the nerves talking...you really care about him and just want this work.
Mira takes a deep breath before moving into the piles of documents in the corner by his desk. As she files the papers, she thinks back to when she first met Dante, softly smiling at the memory of her walking into this very office and their chat at the diner. She specifically remembers telling him that she’d never see him as more than just her partner, and his nonchalant response to her fiery tirade...even then, he didn’t back down despite all her efforts to keep him away.
No one has ever stayed by my side since Dad died...except him, she admits as her heart flutters in her chest. He may drive me crazy with his teasing quips, reckless lifestyle, and lack of proper hygiene...but I still love him.
She pauses at that sudden thought. “I love him,” she repeats aloud, wondering how that cheeky devil got past the icy wall around her heart.
Dante got closer to her than anyone in her life...real close. So close that she said to hell with her superiors, turning in her gun and badge to continue working on the case that brought them together. At least, that’s what she thought back then...but now, she finally realizes that she gave it all up just to be with him.
Mira has never fallen in love before, so she really isn’t sure if this is what it is...but her hunches are never wrong. And now she’s supremely happy and utterly terrified of what that means for them in the future as the front door opens with a loud crack.
“Honey! I’m home!” Dante hollers with a cheery grin. “Whoa...looks like you’ve been as busy as a bee while I’ve been gone,” he observes, scratching his chin as he walks around his now immaculate office.
Mira rolls her eyes. “Seriously, how did you live like this for so long?” she asks while pointing at the large bags of trash next to a pile of grimy clothes.
“You’re one to talk, Honeybee,” he counters, not at all offended as he takes a seat behind his desk. “That one corner in your flat wasn’t very clean...and all those crime scene photos were a little creepy.”
“That’s different. It was an organized mess,” she argues while crossing her arms. “And it wasn’t cluttered with empty beer bottles and moldy pizza boxes.”
Dante leans back in his chair. “Aww, sounds like you don’t like me anymore.”
Mira’s stomach churns at the pouty expression on his face. “No, it’s not-” she begins, mentally cursing the defensive anger swarming inside her. But his playful chuckle eases the worry of fucking up what they have together as he pulls her over to sit in his lap.
“I just want your office to feel like a home to me...to us,” she finishes, wrapping her arms around his neck as she rests her head on his brow. “And besides, you know how much I like you...and that wicked tongue of yours every night,” she adds with a naughty smirk while brushing his unkempt white hair out of his face.
Dante hums as she kisses his soft lips. “You’re gonna have to do better than that to make me blush.”
The fiery red flash of the devil inside him flickers within his striking blue eyes. All of the complicated feelings from earlier floods through her as he captures her lips with his addicting kisses. His warm embrace and smoky scent make her feel safe as his husky growl sends pleasurable tingles between her legs. And she knew right then without a doubt that-
“I love you.”
Dante freezes as those three little words. She didn’t realize that she said what she’s known all along; it just sort of slipped out in the heat of the moment. And now...she wonders if she should’ve just kept it to herself as she meets his shocked gaze...but her lips curl into a fond smile at the faint tint of pink coloring his scruffy cheeks.
“You’re very cute when you’re flustered,” she teases with a soft laugh, hoping it’s enough to break him out of his astonished stupor.
“Damn, Honeybee...you really had me there for a second,” he admits jokingly, but Mira can hear the disappointment laced within his hoarse voice.
“No, I really meant it,” she reassures while cupping his face. “I did a lot of thinking while cleaning...mostly about all the crazy shit that happened while working on that case, and how you were always there for me even when I didn’t always make it easy for you,” she explains before laying her heart out for the devil who stole it.
“My temper has always scared people away from getting closer to me...but not you. I found that incredibly annoying at first, and to be honest, I still do sometimes. But now, I can’t imagine living a life without you. It’s been a long time since I could trust anyone as deeply as I do you. And I just...fuck, I’m really bad at this.”
Mira lets out a frustrated sigh and tries to get up from his lap, but Dante holds her in place with his intense gaze. Her brown eyes glisten with uncertainty as the silence between them stretches on. Then, he tucks her honey blond hair behind her ear while whispering ever so softly against her frowning mouth.
“Say it again.”
Her lips curve into a tender smile. “I love you, Dante,” she repeats as her voice trembles with utmost sincerity. “Devil and all...I fucking love you so much.”
Both of their lips crash against each other in a rush of heated passion. Mira moans as he lifts her up into his arms while rising from his seat. Dante moves to sit her on his desk, but quickly wraps her legs around his waist before marching towards the stairs.
“It’s a little early for bed, isn’t it?” she asks in between his hungry kisses.
“I don’t want anyone walking in on us...not right now,” he growls while dashing up the stairs and straight to his room.
Mira never would’ve thought that she would love a man who annoyed the hell out of her when they first met. But they say opposites attract, and sometimes they bring a balance that the other desperately needs. She can’t imagine what kind of balance she brings to Dante’s life, but she’s truly grateful for the devil that thawed the icy wall around her heart. And as his eager hands and searing tongue wander her body, he whispers those three little words back with fervid adoration.
“I love you too, Mira. Spitfire and all.”
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Master of Disaster: A Swapfell Drabble
Sweat beaded on Blackberry’s skull; he hated the visible sign of nerves. Thankfully, he had the house to himself. His brother and their human roommate (a.k.a. you) would be out and about for another half an hour at least. He stared at the source of his agitation. The innocent looking locked journal that belonged to you, laying unattended on the kitchen counter. You must have dropped it, leaving an almost suspicious opportunity for Blackberry to snoop. So why did he hesitate?
Back in the dark days of living in the Underground, Blackberry boasted the coveted position of Her Majesty’s Master of Espionage, yet his power of perception failed him when it came to you and your flirtatious comments. He mulled over every interaction with you, trying to decide if you were simply a flirtatious person, if you were teasing him, or if you were showing genuine interest. Every time he thought he had you all figured out, doubt crept in. He had never doubted himself before, but when it came to you, every bit of confidence that he possessed fell by the wayside.
Now an opportunity presented itself for Blackberry to gather some intelligence and level the playing field. Surely the answers to all of his questions were contained within that slim book. Did he dare to look? Of course. A Master Spy never passed up such an unexpected boon. He needed to exercise caution though. Journals were forbidden ground, and reading someone’s journal violated a sacred trust. He would have to proceed carefully.
Before laying a single phalange on the journal, Blackberry inspected it, taking in every minute detail. A piece of pressed cardboard covered in a thin layer of synthetic leather covered the book. A thin strip of the faux leather slipped through a clasp with a simple lock on it. Blackberry prodded the clasp. It could be pried off, but the flimsy cover material would surely be damaged. Fortunately, Blackberry happened to have a lock picking set that would suffice.
Manipulating the locking mechanism was almost embarrassingly easy, and Blackberry now had complete access to your inner thoughts… except the pages were all blank! Blackberry flipped through page after page, checking for indentations in the paper or rough edges to indicate something had been written and removed.
Nothing.
No erasure marks, no telltale discoloration from disappearing ink, no sign at all that this journal had ever been used!
Blackberry almost discarded the journal in frustration, but he was nothing if not thorough. The journal had been opened; he might as well take his time and check every page. His persistence paid off when he found your handwriting on the very last lined page of the book. He stared at the words, unable to process them at first. Realization finally dawned on him.
He’d been set up!
I knew you couldn’t resist opening this, the entry read, and I want you to know that yes, I do like you. Unfortunately, you can’t do anything with this information without admitting that you read my private journal. Your move, Master of Espionage!
Blackberry didn’t know whether to give a celebratory shout for receiving your affection or seethe in outrage at having been so easily and obviously tricked. Still mulling over these thoughts, he shoved the faux leather strap back into the clasp with a bit too much vigor, and the clasp broke. The skeleton stood in front of the counter with the gold-painted plastic in one hand and the damaged journal in the other for a long moment, gathering his thoughts.
Now was not the time to panic. You said it yourself. He was a Master of Espionage, and a Master of Espionage kept his cool at all times to avoid being caught. He simply needed to reaffix the clasp to the journal. Surely the knickknack drawer held an adhesive that he could use for the task. Nothing to worry about.
Blackberry opened the catch all drawer in the kitchen. He rifled around, discarding various useless items and handfuls of faded receipts until he found a tube labeled Super Glue. Super glue would suffice, he decided though he’d never used the product before. He opened the small tube, intending to apply a small amount to the journal… and dropped it. Clear adhesive ran out of the small nozzle onto the journal cover. Blackberry cursed under his breath and attempted to wipe away the excess.
The glue smeared across the cover of the journal, and if his skull hadn’t already been a glistening ivory, he would’ve gone pale. Once again, he fought down the rising panic. Quickly, he stuck the clasp to the rapidly drying glue. With the missing piece in place, he turned his attention to the glue bottle to read the instructions for removal. Apparently products for super glue removal existed, but he didn’t have time to shop for one.
Further down the label, Blackberry read that super glue could be loosened by applying heat. A smug sharp-toothed smile spread across the skeleton’s scarred face; his Queen had trained him in the use of fire magic. Heating the super glue to remove it would be no obstacle for a talented monster like himself.
Calling forth a small ball of flames, Blackberry guided the magic towards the smudges of glue… which caught fire almost immediately. Blackberry yelped in surprise. Throwing the journal into the sink, he turned on the faucet and drenched the entire journal in a deluge of cold water. Once he felt sure that the flames were extinguished, Blackberry picked up the sodden book. How did one dry a book? Certainly not with flames this time, Blackberry thought, carrying the book to the laundry room and placing it in the dryer.
Blackberry never did the laundry, but if his brother could use this machine, surely a clever Master of Espionage could figure it out too. Concerned about the possibility of more spontaneous combustion, Blackberry set the temperature to low, set the timer to 15 minutes, and pressed the start button. Too easy, he told himself, chalking up the strange thumping sounds to typical dryer noises. He would have time to clean up the mess in the kitchen and replace the journal on the counter before you got home and discovered his nefarious activities.
A cheerful ding alerted Blackberry that the dryer had finished its work. He opened the dryer door, feeling rather pleased with himself until he saw the journal. The rapid drying process had caused the cover and pages to wrinkle. The disfigured paper was the least of Blackberry’s worries though because most of the aforementioned pages were no longer attached to the journal. The combination of heat and tumbling that dryers used to dry clothing did not work well at all on flimsily bound books. Worse, Blackberry could hear your footsteps approaching the front door.
With no time left to fix the journal properly, Blackberry scooped up the pages and found, to his dismay, that they were still damp! He crammed the disappointingly not-dry pages into the journal as neatly as he could in the dwindling seconds he had left before you caught him red-handed.
Dashing into the kitchen, he tossed the journal onto the counter just as you came through the door. Unfortunately, that meant that you arrived to find the skeleton standing in the middle of the kitchen like a deer caught in the headlights instead of lounging nonchalantly somewhere far away from the scene of the crime.
Your eyes slid from your skeleton roommate to the counter, where your waterlogged, scorched, and extremely disheveled journal sat. There was no way to avoid noticing it. The culprit was equally obvious, being the only other living thing in the room. Still, Blackberry tried to salvage a small victory by pretending not to see anything amiss.
You stared at the journal, then looked at Blackberry. Blackberry averted his eyelights to various other made-up points of interest in the kitchen. Neither of you said anything. You opened and closed your mouth several times, not even sure how to address the issue. Finally, you gestured at the journal.
Blackberry let out an overly theatrical cry of shock and offered no explanation. The two of you stood in the kitchen with the ruined journal between you. You waited. Blackberry waited. After a long silence, the skeleton finally spoke, but he didn’t admit to anything.
“SO… WOULD YOU LIKE TO GO OUT TO DINNER WITH ME TONIGHT?” he asked tentatively.
You resigned yourself to pretending that the destroyed journal did not exist. It had served its purpose after all, and you’d probably never know what exactly Blackberry had done to it… or why. “I’d love to go on a date with you, Master of Espionage,” you replied with some sass.
“I AM A MASTER OF ESPIONAGE, AREN’T I?” Blackberry murmured to himself, completely missing the sarcasm as he congratulated himself on a mission accomplished.
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Friend of Humanity | A The Witcher Drabble
Prompt: “If you could do me a big solid and not do anything, that would be sublime.”
Summary: You and Geralt go to see Jaskier perform in Novigrad and Geralt becomes incensed when a rowdy theatregoer has the nerve to say something about the Bard’s singing.
Word Count: 1,760
Warnings: None, just some swearing if that offends you. Also, some minor spoilers for The Witcher 3.
A/N: A quick drabble based on one of these writing prompts was just want I needed to get myself out of my head and back in the mindset of enjoying writing and not overthinking it. Hope you all enjoy 😊.
“Can’t believe you’ve willingly volunteered us for a night of poetic nonsense,” Geralt grumbles as the two of you pick your way through the crowd packing The Rosemary and Thyme looking for an empty table. The once derelict former brothel has been restored rather nicely. Long wooden tables occupy the large floorspace in front of the stage, where patrons sit crowding long wooden benches drinking and chattering away while a young bard plucks away at a lute singing what are clearly his first works. No one seems to be paying much attention, but at least no one is shouting or throwing bread at him.
“Oh, come on, Geralt,” you pout, “Don’t you want to support your best friend in the entire world?”
“Doesn’t saving his life on numerous occasions count as supporting him?” he protests, “Looks like there are plenty of supporters here.”
You roll your eyes as the two of you spot a table occupied only by three men who have clearly been making quick work of gulping down tankards of beer judging by their slightly slurred speech and belligerently loud conversation regarding a recent run-in with the guards.
“Would you really send me here all on my own?” You blink up at him through your lashes, giving him that look that you know makes him melt and, like clockwork, his expression softens as he resigns himself to his fate for the evening.
“Well,” he finally says, “I suppose I haven’t heard his latest retelling of our adventures.” A small smile plays on his lips and his eyes flicker with what you know is love. Beneath his exterior, the Witcher really is, as Jaskier once wrote - ‘as simple as a spear shaft, incapable of pretending.’ He could not pretend that he did not care for his friend.
You grin, “I cannot wait to hear how he saved your skin this time, Witcher.”
“I wait with baited breath,” he says with an expression of stone but eyes alight with something akin amusement.
Just then, a barmaid cuts into your conversation to offer the two of you mugs of ale.
“On the house,” she says with a halfhearted grand gesture that, from the looks of it, was clearly demonstrated by Jaskier to be repeated exactly. He was quite proud of the tavern he and Zoltan have been running for the last months. Zoltan, who has no taste for poetry, takes care of the food and drink. (Even the ridiculously priced wine that Jaskier insists upon stocking despite its clear lack in sales.)
Geralt nods politely and immediately drains half the mug. You thank the barmaid as she heads off and then pick up your own mug to take a long draught.
“Would you look at that,” you say as you raise your tankard slightly, smirking at the Witcher, “Guests of honor.” You clink your mug against his. He refrains from any reaction save for a small huff that might be laughter.
As you bring the glass back to your lips, the young bard on the stage shuffles off, making way for none other than Zoltan Chivay himself. The room goes silent at once as patrons turn in their seats to face the stage.
Geralt can’t hold in a chuckle as the dwarf begins speaking in a grand voice and waving his arms about.
“And now, ladies and gentlemen, the reason you are here tonight!” A grand gesture. “The fearless bard, the friend of the Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, who is here with us tonight!” A gesture toward the place where you sit next to Geralt, who has his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed at his old friend. A soft murmur flows through the crowd as the tavern’s patrons turn in their seats and crane their necks to get a glimpse of the White Wolf.
“Unmatched in talent, a lyrical genius, and a seasoned explorer of the world, the famous bard - Jaskier!” One final grand sweep of his arm sends everyone’s attention back toward the stage, off to the left where Jaskier steps out from behind the curtain, dressed like a peacock and positively beaming with pride as the audience claps.
“Here we go...” Geralt mutters under his breath, looking forlornly at his now empty tankard.
Jaskier, you have to admit, does have a way of commanding a room. The murmers have subsided as the bard begins playing a tune. For many, these songs are the only way they learn of happenings in the world. And, while extremely embellished, Jaskier’s songs ring of truth in a way that official notices and political speeches do not. People want to listen to people like them; people who are not emperors, kings, or queens.
And so Jaskier begins singing. This particular song, of his capture by the thug, Whoreson Jr.’s, men. Apparently, he sat rotting away in a dark dungeon, until one day Jr. showed up quite unexpectedly to carry him off to Oxenfurt, where he was certain he would be able to talk his way out of captivity. After all, he graduated from the University summa cum laude—the song makes sure to mention.
You hear Geralt groan, knowing what part of the story is coming next. You can only shoot him a knowing smile and offer him your still half-full mug of ale, which he takes and drinks deeply from.
And Whoreson’s men,
Those sons of whores,
They escorted me in a hoard,
Thugs and yes-men,
For them I play this unpleasant chord.
Several patrons laugh and cheer as he strikes a chord that would make even the tone-deaf shudder. No doubt most of these men and women had dealt with the man’s thugs. Being one of Novigrad’s four crime bosses had given him immense power and stirred up quite a lot of hatred.
But apparently, not everyone was so inclined to listen to such blatantly rude remarks about their late leader. In particular, the three men sharing the table with you. In your periphery, you can see one of the men with a tightly closed fist. The other two have their lips pressed into tight lines and are shaking their heads.
Of course, Jaskier is blissfully unaware of this as he continues on singing about the evils of the old crime boss and telling of how he’d managed to deceive them.
Just as he is getting to the part of the story where the escort was ambushed by great friend of humanity, Geralt of Rivia, one of the men stands up abruptly, raising a clenched fist at the bard. “You jiggalo bastard!” he yells, drawing the attention of the entire tavern – especially Geralt of Rivia, who looks quite ready to unsheathe his steel sword and start swinging.
And here you were, hoping for a peaceful night of music. How naïve.
But you also know that the man is drunk and unsteady on his feet – unlikely to cause any real harm. Being outspoken as he is, he Bard typically draws reactions like this at his performances, and so far it had not resulted in anything worse than him being pelted with bread, half-full tankards of ale, and whatever else the patrons had readily available for throwing. So, you tug on Geralt’s arm, trying to convince him to sit down.
You give him a pointed stare when he looks down at you, hissing through clenched teeth, “If you could do me a big solid and not do anything, that would be sublime.”
Geralt looks down at you, then back at the enraged man, who appears to have run out of insults and half-eaten food to throw at the stage. The rest of the patrons, save angry drunk’s buddies, are watching with wide-eyed curiosity and excitement. Even Jaskier has stopped singing.
Geralt speaks slowly an evenly, as if slowly unwinding the tight coil of anger inside him – a truly terrifying sight. “Do you wish to say any more?” he asks, glaring at the man who seems to have somehow shrunken at least three inches in height. “Because I would greatly prefer listening to the bard sing, as I came here to do.”
Several of the guests nod emphatically, considering they’d been left off at a true cliffhanger, not knowing how Jaskier managed to escape, and what became of his companions.
“The Witcher’s right!” shouts a woman on the other side of the room. “Shut your trap, or get out!”
The man scowls, clearly not happy about the idea of having been bested by ‘mutant scum’ and a ‘stupid wench.’ Yet, immediately after hurling those newest insults, he cowers, attempting to shrink away from the Witcher, who is now leaning over the table to get closer to the thug. He smiles hideously as he speaks the next words, “Now sir, I highly encourage you to listen to the lady and the mutant, or I’ll throw you out myself. I don’t enjoy when my nights of poetry are interrupted by angry thugs.”
The man grumbles something unntelligible and his two friends stand up with him. For a moment, you are worried that a fight might break out, but thankfully the men seem intent on helping their friend stumble out of the tavern. The three held the attention of the bar’s patrons as the trio sways and stumbles their way to the door and disappears out into the night.
Geralt finally sits back down with a huff, draining the rest of what used to be your ale. Meanwhile, onstage, Jaskier is positively beaming, likely already writing a song about the time the White Wolf chased a terrifying, violent thug out of the tavern.
“Geralt of Rivia, ladies and gentlemen!” the bard exclaims grandly, “Friend of humanity and patron of the arts!”
Before Geralt even has time to react, one of the patrons tosses a coin in his direction, and another follow suit. For a moment, they all seem to have forgotten about the interrupted story, and one even calls out that Jaskier ought to sing the tune that had made Geralt famous.
Geralt looks positively mortified, but you pay him no mind. Instead, you raise a freshly filled tankard of ale in a toast and smile slyly at the Witcher as you join in the song—
Toss a coin to your Witcher,
Oh valley of plenty,
Oh valley of plenty!
And as you sing, you can’t help but think to yourself how lucky you are to have happened upon this relationship with Geralt, the supposedly emotionless mutant, who despite what the rumors say about Witchers and their supposed lack of emotions, is one of the warmest and kindest men you have ever met.
A friend of humanity.
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Sweet danger
Characters: Seokjin x reader
Word count: 1.9 K
Synopsis: 4. mafia!au + 3. meet cute + 17. “ hold your fire! ” [drabble game]
Notes: This one took a long time because I have to admit, mafia aus are too dark for me. I get too scared to write them lol. Like how do I write something romantic about a character who does all the nasty stuff associated with an organised crime ring? And then I thought “Huh but what if they don’t do that” and thus this drabble was born. Also I know you requested quote 19 (which is really popular for some reason???) but that’s already been done so I chose my own one. And I picked a member too. Enjoy!!
Eatjin’s bakery is a pleasant sort of place. It has rosy pink walls and the air smells of vanilla and sugar. The tables are pure white with carefully crafted edges that looks like vanilla frosting on the edge of a cake. The entrance, a simple glass door that lets passers-by peer curiously into the interior, is protected from rain by a bright pink and white striped awning. On either side of the white door are two carefully kept flower beds, with brightly coloured flowers lovingly chosen by the owner. And in the centre of the glass door is gold calligraphy proudly proclaiming the name of the bakery, ones that match perfectly with the elongated golden door handle. The metal is cool as you shakily wrap your fingers around it.
A bell chimes brightly as you push the door open. No one else is inside, currently, which is exactly what you need. You don’t need anyone else to witness your current state. You’d managed to wash the dirt and grime out of your hair, and a thick layer of makeup conceals the dark circles under your eyes. So you look presentable, at least. As presentable as you can be in your current situation.
“One moment!” A warm, friendly voice calls from somewhere in the back of the bakery. You want to cry that you don’t have a moment to spare, but you suppose it’s a good opportunity to gather your wits and composure before meeting the owner of the voice. Because said voice belongs to the owner of the bakery you now stand in, the only person in this world who can help you- retired head of the mafia and formerly the deadliest man in the world, Kim Seokjin.
“You’ve come at the right time!” The man himself cries as he steps into view. He’s handsome- warm eyes and carefully combed hair. It’s dyed purple, an odd choice that clashes a little with the pastel pink button down tucked into pure white trousers he is wearing. However, when coupled with the white soda-jerk-hat with bright pink outlines, he looks perfectly at home in the bakery. Surrounded by cupcakes and the smell of freshly baked cookies, no one would never guess at Kim Seokjin’s past. You, in particular, have walked past this bakery on numerous occasions and never even spared a thought to the who the owner might be. “Yoongi just finished a fresh batch of our famous raspberry and white chocolate cookies. The recipe is to die for.” He’s looking down, dusting flour off his fingers, and when he looks up, he offers you a warm smile. The warmth and kindness of his expression is in direct contrast to the sudden sharpness of his gaze and the way he seizes you up, however.
“You look guilty for being here.” He says abruptly, stepping up to the counter and leaning against the glass display. “Let me guess- you’re breaking a diet. Don’t worry. I’m here to help you.”
He steps out from behind the counter and begins to walk up to you. You aren’t expecting it and take a few panicked steps back. He pauses, surprised at your skittishness, and arches an eyebrow.
“No need to be afraid. I was just trying to say that the cupcakes in this display happen to be called the ‘diet-breakers’.” He explains, gesturing to a case full of cupcakes decorated with perfect icing flowers in various colours, not unlike the flowers in the pots on either side of the entrance. He tilts his head and smiles strangely- it sends a chill down your spine, the way it is both charming and practiced but somehow eerie and a little mean. “Unless it’s not the cupcakes you’re afraid of… but me?” He suggests. You swallow and take another fearful step back. He’s hit the nail on the head- you’re terrified of him. In the last 36 hours you have witnessed all the atrocities the mafia is capable of and Kim Seokjin used to be the head honcho. The pastel pink walls and smell of vanilla can’t cover up the underlying stench of bright red blood that no doubt used to stain his hands on the regular.
“You’re Kim Seokjin, aren’t you?” You say, and your voice is hoarse and shaky. He frowns and nods.
“Well, I am, but most of my customers call me Jin.” He admits. “Which makes me think that maybe you aren’t here to try my white chocolate mudcake.”
You hesitate. He’s absolutely right- you aren’t here for the baked goods he has to offer. You’re here because 36 hours ago your parents were killed right in front of you for reasons you don’t understand yet. And your father had told you with his dying breath that the only chance you and your little sister had at surviving was to find Kim Seokjin, former head of the mafia. And he’d slipped a USB into your hand and begged you to run before blood gurgled up between his teeth and the life drained from his eyes. And you’d tried your best to run like he’d told you to, you really had, but you’d failed. They’d taken her, your little sister and you don’t know if she’s dead or alive and Kim Seokjin is the only hope you have.
“I’m here because-“ You finally gather up the courage to say, but he stops you by holding up a hand.
“No.” He says simply. You blink a few times, before attempting to explain further. He merely cuts you off again. “Listen. If you’re in the know enough to seek me out and call me by my full name despite the fact that you’ve never once set foot in the bakery before today, then you should know this: If it isn’t about my delicious baked goods or a complaint about Yoongi swearing at you when he worked the counter the other day, then I don’t want to discuss it. It’s on the sign.” He tells you, jerking a thumb forcefully at what is indeed a sign bearing that exact sentiment. “If you don’t want to talk about cupcakes we don’t want to talk to you” is what it boldly declares in a shimmery gold that almost mocks you. He steps up to you, close enough that you can smell the scent of freshly baked bread from his clothes and makes shooing motions at you. “Buy a cupcake or leave, please.” He tells you dismissively.
He manages to shoo you about halfway to the door before you dig your heels in. You whirl around and grabs his hands pleadingly. That catches him off guard, and he leans away from the way you crane your neck to try and meet his gaze.
“Please.” You say, and your voice cracks. You’re in agony. You haven’t slept in a day and a half, you’ve witnessed your parents death and your sister, a mere child, could be out there suffering or dead. You need this man and his absurd bakery to help you, to listen to your story, anything. You just need somewhere to go from here, instead of constantly running, fearing that every person who walks passed with their hands in their pocket is concealing a gun or knife. Fearing that in the next moment your phone will ring with a call to inform you that your sister is dead in a ditch somewhere. “I need your help, Seokjin. You’re the only hope I have.” His gaze softens at your obvious desperation and vulnerability, and he’s gentle as he pulls his hands free from your grip.
“I’m sorry. You’re obviously quite young, and if my guess is right, you’ve gotten in a little over your head in that world.” He says. “To which I say, you can still walk away. Turn your life around, friend. That’s the only help I can offer you.”
He turns slowly and it is only because you are staring at his back in despair that you see it- the glowing red dot against the pastel pink of his uniform, centred right over where his heart should be. You’ve been shot at enough now to recognise that a sniper is taking aim at Seokjin.
“Get down!” You screech, throwing yourself bodily at him just in time for the display window to explode and send glass shrapnel spraying across the shop. The mirror hanging on the wall that Seokjin had been standing in front of mere moments before is cracked, what is unmistakeably a bullet lodged in its centre. You peel yourself off where you have plastered yourself protectively over Seokjin’s back and settle so that you are on all fours, hovering over his prone figure. It allows Seokjin enough space to roll over and stare incredulously at his ruined bakery from beneath you.
You’re about to scramble off the former mafia boss when, for the fourth time in 36 hours, you feel the cold metal of a gun barrel pressed to the back of your head. You stiffen in fear and Seokjin groans, staring at the person standing behind you.
“Hold your fire, Yoongi.” He pants, winded from the way you essentially tackled him. “It wasn’t her. Whoever it was, they’re probably miles away now. I know I wouldn’t stick around after missing a shot at the infamous Kim Seokjin.”
The sensation of cold metal vanishes and you sit back on your heels, sighing with relief. You turn your head to find another man with the same pastel pink uniform as Seokjin, though distinctly crueller looking and with a gun pointed directly at you. His eyes hold all the sharpness that Seokjin’s do, but with none of the kindness or warmth.
“I told you we shouldn’t have cut costs and skimped on the bullet proof windows.” The man, probably Yoongi, says, without shifting his gaze from you. Seokjin sits up as well, attempting to shake the broken glass from his shirt without cutting himself.
“I think we’d be the laughingstock of the whole city if anyone found out we installed bullet proof windows in a bakery.” Seokjin says with a sigh. “Although Bullet Proof Bakery does have a nice ring to it.”
Yoongi holds out a hand to you to help you up. You gratefully accept and take stock of your injuries. A few minor cuts from the glass but otherwise you think you’re ok. Seokjin follows suit and gets to his feet. He stares despairingly at his bakery for a moment.
“I retired from the mafia business because I wanted to run a bakery in peace.” He says with a long, burdened sigh, and he looks like he might cry. He turns to you. “Still, despite the trouble you’ve brought to my doorstep, I’m not an ungrateful man. You saved my life, so in return I’ll give you a chance to explain: Why do you need my help and why did I just get shot at?”
You stare around at the ruined bakery, and at the way the windows are open to the street outside. At any moment, any one could walk by and attack you. And as far as you know, Seokjin is the only person you can trust to help you now, so any eavesdroppers would definitely be detrimental to your cause.
“First,” You say slowly. “Why don’t we go somewhere more quiet?” The weight of the USB in your pocket feels like a thousand pounds and you feel like it is burning your skin. “It’s a long story.”
One that you don’t have all the answers to yet, but hopefully the man in front of you does.
He’s your last hope, after all.
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ii and xxxix with a harrison/reader fic!!
HSHSHSHSHS OKAY i didn’t think anyone would actually want anything so i was really reblogging that for inspo but thanks so much for asking! instead of meal prepping, i wrote this instead lmao. i got a bit too into it (i’m a hoe for royals/modern!royals). so instead of just explaining how i’d combine it i kinda just…wrote it? well, kind of wrote it. parts of it are gonna be bullet points while the rest are going to be drabbles
ii. royal au / xxxix. survival/wilderness fic
okay so you’re the heir to the throne for your country who’s been engaged to the prince of a neighboring land
and you find the idea of marriage absurd - you do not need to strengthen your country’s ties because you’re more than capable of leading your people alone until you choose your own suitor
but this has already been set in stone, nothing you could even do about it
like you don’t even know this man
the country hasn’t even got the nerve to send a portrait, which honestly - how dare??
“He must be monstrous” you laughed amongst your ladies-in-waiting. They all giggled at your joke as you complained about your soon-to-be.
“I’ve heard he’s quite brilliant, your grace” Elizabeth, your most trusted lady-in-waiting politely states. While she enjoys the jokes, she deems it necessary that you understand your suitor.
“Brilliance does not equate to beauty” you remind her. The other ladies giggled louder at your quip.
“Prince Harrison not only disgraces himself by not sending a portrait, but his country. He has not even sent a letter, yet he would expect me to be compliant? How cruel must he be to his betrothed” you whimpered jokingly, throwing a hand on your head. The ladies burst into laughter. For they all knew that even though you jested, Prince Harrison would never have your heart.
rumors float amongst the palace about him, nothing that particularly interests you
the kings and queens have decided that you shall be married in his country, something that makes you detest the prince more
for you, like your country, are beautiful and proud. and to be married in an unknown kingdom sounded unbearable to you
they’ve decided to send harrison to come escort you back to his castle in hopes that the relationship would improve. you, of course, find this to be ridiculous. but there’s not much you can do
so on the day that harrison is supposed to come to your kingdom and escort you, you sit in the throne room with your ladies waiting for him
and when the doors open, you will admit you’re a bit taken back
because in front leads a tall gentleman with sandy blond hair and beautiful blue eyes that you can’t help but drink him in
judging by his outfit, he’s not harrison. which is a bit of a shame, really
so you sit up straighter, surveying all the men who entered the room
you ask about prince harrison to which the gentleman in front states that he unfortunately is not here
“So he did not come” you frown, standing up and moving your hands behind your back, grasping them as you took a step forward.
“He sends his regards, your grace” he takes a knee, bowing his head. “Unfortunately he was indisposed. He sent me here in his place to escort you to-”
“Have I asked for an excuse?”
“N-No, your grace.”
“Then perhaps you can explain to me why you felt the need to further explain your soon-to-be king’s actions. Or, shall I say, lack of.”
He grows quiet as you scan the rest of his men. Although they stand at the ready, there’s a sense that they understand your power and control.
“Do you not think of your prince’s actions as disrespectful towards his betrothed?” you ask him. It’s a double-edged sword of a question, and the Lord knew you were testing him.
“Your frustration with my prince is understandable. However, you were never meant to be shown this discourtesy. My prince is unwell, barely able to lift a finger. How could we ask him to join us when he could easily infect you, your grace? That would be a travesty; to have any harm, even a minuscule sickness, befall you would be terrible. Neither the prince nor I would not wish that upon you. So we ask that you seek forgiveness in your heart and do not hold it against him.”
His response was impressive; everyone was well-aware. You weren’t expecting him to answer with such poise. This man intrigued you, making you want to learn more about the stranger.
“What is your name?”
“Harry, your grace.”
“Harry?” you repeat, raising an eyebrow and turning towards your ladies-in-waiting with a smirk. They all smile, some looking away afraid that they might break into a fit of giggles.
“And Harry, may I ask your thoughts on having a similar name to your prince?”
“It is an honor that you may think it similar, but we are two different men. We both have our redeeming qualities, and I hope you come to appreciate them.”
It’s a smart yet calculated answer that you feel slight admiration for the Lord. “Harry, you may stand.” He gets up, straightening himself as he looks at you.
“If I may be so bold, Harry, will you show me the same respect and honor that you do for your prince?”
“All that and more, your grace.” You don’t have to glance back to know that some of the ladies are taken back, smitten with the man who spins words like gold. “I will never let any harm befall you.” You breathe deeply, almost afraid you might fall for this promise.
“Let us hope you can keep your word, Harry.”
so you set off the next day with harry and the group of men
your ladies-in-waiting will be following you in two days time to meet you at the castle
during the first day of voyage your carriage is attacked by a group of bandits in the forest
true to his word, harry never lets any harm get in your way as he fights them off with the rest of the men
in the midst of fighting, your foot accidentally snags a root and you begin to tumble
harry rushes to you, grabbing onto you and protecting you as the two of you fall down the hill
he accidentally hits his head against a rock on the way down and when he lets go of you, you crash into a tree
so the two of you are knocked out for a bit
harrry wakes you up, gently shaking your shoulder
he informs you that it’s getting quite late and that he wasn’t able to find the other men despite looking and calling for help
so he sets up shelter for the two of you while you’re naturally upset and frightened by the whole situation
the next morning you’re still pretty upset that you can’t help but take it out on harry / blaming it on prince harrison
you dislike your situation immensely, but you don’t know that much about nature. it’s never been your forte and you never expected to need the experience
so unfortunately for you, you find yourself at the mercy of harry
he, for the most part, is patient with you. he tolerates your grumbling and whining. but there’s a point when you keep pushing the subject of prince harrison that he finally just snaps
it’s two days in to being on the road with him when you make some snide remark about the prince and he replies with a malicious retort you weren’t expecting
“You dare speak back to me?”
“Seeing as you have no authority here, yes, I do.”
“What did y-”
“We are in foreign territory, your grace.” You hear the sarcasm dripping in his voice and your temper flares. “While you may be a potential ruler in your land, this is not your country. Therefore I do not feel concern about your feelings or lackthereof.”
“When we get to your-”
“What?” he snaps, finally turning to you. “Shall you tell your betrothed that I have made your life difficult? That I should be thrown into the cells?” He laughs with no humor in his voice. “Understand that your agony towards simply walking means nothing to me. Feel free to tell the prince who will not cause harm to me in the slightest.”
“You mock my pain, sir?”
“On the contrary, I relish it and find it rather amusing.” Your jaw drops in disbelief that he would speak so freely. “Here you are, a woman who prides herself on being strong and capable, yet you seem to crumble upon mere survival.”
He turns back around, beginning to walk again.
Fury built in your body. How dare he speak to you like that? He knew not of what you endured for years, watching and listening to men act superior towards you because of your sex. You cultivated a strength in the court that he would never know, never understand how difficult it had been.
You stomp over to him, shoving his back. He stumbles forwards before turning to you.
“Do not push me” he declares, brows furrowing.
“Or what?” you ask. “Shall I assume that a Lord such as yourself would strike me? Even if you do not consider me your sovereign, you dare hit a woman?”
He strides towards you, taking your hands in his so easily that you’re reminded of this man’s strength.
Your heart beats loudly, eyes staring into those beautiful ocean ones. Neither of you speaks, both searching in one another’s eyes.
“Sundown is near” he states before dropping your hands and turning away. “I would ask that you not push me again, your grace. While I would never strike a lovely face such as your own, every man has his limits.” He proceeds to climb up the pathway, unaware of how your face has turned red.
so eventually you guys get back to the main road
it takes a bit of convincing but one inn allows you to stay there so long as you do a bit of work for them
though it’s a bit rough, you don’t mind it. you’re kind to the owner’s children, and harry seems to soften to you seeing you play with them
and when someone tries to sneakily steal from the owner when they’re not looking, you proceed to call the thief out with harry having to calm you down - “you would commit such a heinous crime to these hardworking people?” you snap as the man backs away “y/n-” “how dare you? leave this place before i-” “y/n!”
the owners appreciate this, giving you a bit of money for this kindness
at the end of the night you’re in the room with harry and there’s one bed
but because he’s a gentleman, he allows you to take the mattress while he takes the floor
the two of you have honest conversations with one another - you feeling like you’ve worked so hard to earn respect despite being royalty, him feeling trapped by expectations that he fears he’ll never fulfill
and you peer over and look at him. you wonder how the gentleman who can charm anyone could ever have insecurities
you tell him how he’s proven himself amazing, which causes him to blush. he responds by pointing out how brilliant you are, apologizing for thinking any lesser of you
and by the time you drift off to bed, you’ve started to trust harry
the next day you take off and he’s teaching you basic survival skills as the two of you walk along
you ask about how he knows all this and he tells you about his uncle teaching him such “trivial things” despite being a noble. his father apparently discouraged it, but harry and his uncle would take the horses out and he would learn in secret. thank god or else you two would probably be dead
every other day you’re doing miscellaneous jobs with him to make enough money for inns
you’re learning more about the working class, listening to their problems and figuring out what needs to be done to help them out
at night you and harry talk about, well, everything
and this is starting to feel so comfortable that you sometimes forget that you’re getting married soon
until one day you’re pausing to collect some apples in the tree and this group of bandits ambush the two of you. except you recognize that it’s the bandits that originally attacked you so you’re furiously tossing the apples at the robbers as harry fights them
(i’m v lazy so i’m just gonna straight up say it’s exactly like the scene in “ever after” bc that is literally so baller - aka everything in quotations is essentially from the movie )
when you’ve run out of things to hit them with, you throw yourself on the head bandit trying to strangle him
he manages to toss you off and one of the others captures you
harry knocks out one of them, shakily getting up with his hands extending pointing out that this quarrel is with him, not you
so they let you go, but this doesn’t relieve you in any way
in fact you’re outraged - you insist that not only do they let you go but that they provide you provisions to head back home
“oh do you now?” the head bandit asks, a sly smile creeping onto his face as his comrades roared with laughter
“yes, i do” you insist as you stamp your foot
everyone’s a little taken back by your confidence, including harry. “my lady, you can have anything you can carry” “do i have your word on that?” you ask. the robber nods stating “on my honor. whatever you can carry.” and everyone snickers.
so you pause and look at harry before walking over to him. you grab his left arm and leg, hoisting it so that you can carry him. everyone can’t help but be shocked, some hooting and clearly impressed that you have that strength. you nod at the bandit who looks at you in disbelief before you begin taking off. at this point everyone’s laughing, even the head bandit
“come back! i’ll give you a horse” he laughs as he waves you to come back
they end up taking you back to their base camp, which is a bit dingy yet homey
and somehow you find yourself palling around with them easily, forgetting that they tried to rob you
at the end of the night it’s just you and harry having a quiet moment to yourselves around the fire
you’re pointing out something, moving your hands vividly when he stops you and takes your hand
“Your hands are rough now” he mumurs, examining them. Your face flushes at this intimacy, yet he pays no mind. “You have been through a lot. The makings of a strong woman suited for the crown.”
“I do not have to be” you whisper, and he looks up at you confused. You scoot closer to him, faces so close together. “I could refuse the marriage. I could rule with a different unity, one without a born king. I have never pretended to care about the possibility of marrying for honor or politics.”
“I do not think you understand your words, your grace” he swallows.
“I know what I say, but do you?” You lean in, only inches away from his face. “Would you refuse such an offer?” His grip tightens around your hand, and you close your eyes. “Harry, say yes.” His grip loosens at this.
“No.” He pulls away, rejecting your proposal. “No, you must marry him.”
“But I-” Harry stands up, unable to look you in the eye. Even as you call out his name, he ignores it and proceeds to his quarters. You hear the door shut, and you’re left to process the rejection alone.
so the next day when you both finally make it to the castle everyone is fussing about
your ladies-in-waiting managed to make it safely to the castle and they just dote on you, claiming that everyone was worried about you
the kingdom obviously pay the bandits a hefty sum for your safe return, unaware that they actually caused this whole commotion
yet you’ve grown to enjoy them that you insist they attend your wedding provided they watch their hands lest the guards feel the need to chop them off
there’s a week of preparations for the wedding and you’ve still have yet to see prince harrison
not that you care
because your infatuation towards harry hasn’t died down in the slightest
in fact it’s gotten worse because you see him around wandering the corridors
and good lord he looks so good
but he’s always surrounded by others, though the same could be said for you
at one point you decide to sneak off in the early morning the day before the ceremony just wishing you could speak to him one last time
to your surprise you see him ambling around by himself, sunlight shining lightly on his face that he looks so heavenly
you can’t help but to rush up to him, taking him by surprise
he’s about to bow and pull the formalities, but you tell him not to especially with what happened between the two of you
and so he just politely speaks to you, almost watching himself - refusing to get too close or speak of anything personal
“Would you deny her grace the opportunity to speak privately?”
“Of course not” he shakes his head, his hair gently flowing with his movement. “I am here to serve whatever your grace needs.”
“Yet you would not succumb to her w-” Your words tread dangerous territory, almost exposing the events that transpired in the woods. He raises his eyebrows in surprise, taking your hand and pulling you out of the corridor and into an empty room.
“I ask that you watch your words. I would not want anyone to think poorly or misunderstand.”
“You cannot ask such a favor when you yourself did not-”
“Do not make this about me” he insists, still holding your hand. He takes your other, squeezing them gently.
“How can I not?” you whisper. He takes your chin and tilts it up. “How can you ask me to not make this about you when you consume all of my thoughts and desires?” He’s startled by the confession, and you tear up. “How could you ask me to simply cast that aside as if it were nothing?
He kisses you, and it takes your breath away. You kiss him back, hands cupping his cheeks. It breaks your heart when he pulls away, turning his face from yours.
“That was-It was a mistake” he quickly states, and your chest aches.
“It was not. You know this. You and I are good for one another” you urge him. Still, he refuses to look at you.”I do not want to marry Prince Harrison” you confess, squeezing his hand.
“You must.” Finally he turns back to you, a strong resolve in his face. He lets go of your hands, taking a step back. It’s as if he’s taking one last glance to remember you by.
“Please, for you and your kingdom’s sake, just forget about me.” He hurries out the door, unaware of how difficult his request is.
so at this point it’s not even infatuation but you’re pretty sure you’re in love with harry
that when the day comes for the wedding, you’re downright miserable
you’re being dressed up in the finest clothing until you shout for them to stop
they all pause, concerned about your outburst
and that’s when you lose it.
you can’t go through with this marriage, even if harry won’t take you. you can’t live your days pining over a man that you love and adore, seeing him from afar yet never getting the opportunity to love. no, it simply could not be done
so you’re tearing out of the fabric, trying to get as much of it off as possible
obviously some of the servants have rushed to tell the superiors of what’s going on
and the next thing you know, guards are at your door and you hear that voice you love asking what’s going on
but you know he’ll try and convince you to marry harrison. and you absolutely will not
so when the door swings open, you take your opportunity to dash out, hoisting the hem of your dress up as you leave everyone baffled
you hear numerous footsteps behind you until it’s only one set
and you hear harry calling out your name as you run
“I cannot marry him!” you shout, rushing out of the castle. He chases after you, begging for you to stop.
“I cannot marry someone when another has stolen my heart” you cry out, legs finally tired and giving out as you make it to the garden. You slump to the ground, knees buckling as you sob. Through the tears you hear Harry approaching slowly. He bends over, looking at your pitiful expression.
“And you have stolen mine” he kneels, taking your hand and kissing it softly.
You take a look at his garb, confused by the regality of it. This was not what Lords wore, not even if they wanted to.
“I am so sorry, your grace” he apologizes. “I must confess that I am the crowned prince.” This news confuses you, and he pats your hand.
“Like you, I worried about the state of my country and its people. I knew not of you, only flimsy gossip which is hardly to be trusted. And I wanted to know if the woman I was intended to marry was truly fair and just as the king and queen promised me” he explained.
“I never meant to cause you any harm or distress, this I promise you. I just wanted-”
“You wanted to know if this was a good match.” He nods.
“And what have you found?”
“I have learned that my betrothed is unbearably stubborn, so set in her ways. Yet she is kind to others and stronger than she appears.” You smile which he reciprocates. “Also, she is quite lovely even when she makes me chase after her” he adds. You giggle lightly at this, and he wipes away your fallen tears.
“And I would love for her to rule by my side, if she’ll still have me.” He looks at you expectantly, a hopeful smile on his face.
“You have not kept your word, sir.” The smile vanishes as he turns towards the ground. “You said you would never wish your grace harm, yet you had me fall for you.” You watch as he chuckles to himself. “If you, Harrison, were to be mine, would you show me the same respect and honor not only as your queen but as your wife?”
“All that and more, Y/N” he promises as he leans in to kiss you.
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Detective au + Renjun. My request is a drabble. Thanks.
elementary;
huang renjun | all you leave behind is the ghost of your touch on Renjun’s skin and the memory of a person who had finally gained that upper hand. detective!au, criminal!au. | 2k words. | fluff(?), flirting, I don’t really know what genre this is, not humor but it’s kinda close.
a/n: i love how straightforward this request is sfhisjfi here ya go. definitely based reader off catwoman because why not amirite
“Hello, detective. You’re quite punctual today.”
Renjun slides inelegantly to the doorway of the exhibit floor, the polished marble that made up the ground he walked on costing more than the net worth of half the citizens in the city combined. He only ever showed up to places like these when he had cases to solve, and he very rarely got to enjoy the glimmering chandeliers and pristine paintings hanging from the walls. Even now, as he was surrounded by jewels of all shapes, colors, sizes, and origins, you were the only thing that had his attention. You were the case he’d been dying to solve ever since you’d first appeared on his radar, and you were the case made with a diamond shell. Nothing could crack you open, not like the others.
You, his “arch nemesis” when put so informally, had gone from being a thorn in his side to a knife in his back. With each victory you claimed, that knife kept on twisting.
“Your clues are getting less obvious. What, are you afraid I’ll catch on to you faster if I know where to look?” “On the contrary, detective. I know you’re smart enough to figure me out.” The fact that you were dangling upside down from a rope going up and out of a vent in the ceiling made your wicked grin look like a frown. Pearly white teeth shined back at him as you raised a hand and waved, the tips of your black gloves looking particularly sharp at the ends, resembling feline claws. He was certain he’d never let those claws get too close to him.
The young detective makes a quick surveillance of the room, checking for anything out of the blue in case you decided to up the challenge again. You had managed to hack into the system (denying all outside access in the process) and switched off the alarm to get in only to quickly switch it back on the minute Renjun entered the gallery, your orders for him and him only to enter having been no surprise. It was your usual demand: always him, always alone, and always right when you were just about to get away with a crime. You absolutely loved getting him one-on-one, but that didn’t mean you didn’t like adding a little fun every now and then, just to tease him more.
Renjun straightens from his defensive stance slowly, watching you with the same intensity you watch him with. When he sees you don’t plan to pounce, he begins to walk forward, ever so slowly. There are red lasers running haphazardly along the floor, all ready to switch on the very loud and very expensive alarm if, god forbid, he managed to step too close to one of them. You watch his movements with great curiosity, grin reducing into a smirk of sorts. You always did love that little frustrated look on his face.
“You’ve been at this game for months. I’d think you’d have been able to fill an apartment with all the jewelry you’ve got.” Renjun glances your way as the stunning diamond necklace glints in the glass case right underneath you, “You probably don’t need this too.”
“And miss the golden opportunity of watching some wealthy old dinosaurs sniveling on live TV about their precious, ancient jewels going missing? I think I’ll pass. I mean, really, who sets up a snatch like these in plain sight for any other reason than for them to be stolen?” “I think you miss the whole point of museums, kitty.”
Your grin comes back tenfold at the use of the name you’d signed off with the first time you’d committed a high-profile crime like this one. It was a name you’d fashioned for yourself, and you had to say, you rather enjoyed hearing the young detective say it through clenched teeth, seething. It was rather cute. He was rather cute.
“You’re probably right,” you purr, “what can I say? I see a pretty thing and I just want to take it… better watch out.” The last part of your statement goes right over his head and it’s as much as you expected. Despite the fact that he was a kid genius, he was rather a dolt in the face of flattery.
The boy continues to proceed toward the middle of the room, the light shining from inside the glass case where your desires currently lay casting a warm glow on his features. The closer he managed to get, the more his furrowed brow became prominent. Swiftly, you pulled yourself up the rope so that you were hanging right side up this time, one hand clutching your escape route and the other resting over your heart, “You’re too young to look that stressed, detective. Am I stressful for you?”
“Yes!” Renjun answers with no hesitation, halting in his tracks to be sure that he doesn’t trip the alarm in his vexation. “Is that what you wanted to hear? That you’re starting to outsmart me? That I may actually be coming to a dead end with you? Because if that’s what it takes for you to stop, I will admit it to the whole city.”
You blink, “So I see you’re nowhere near figuring out my motives either.”
If Renjun’s stare could shoot daggers at you, they would most definitely be embedded within every part of your skin by now. The look he gives you could rival that of an angry bull. You have the nerve to even pity him, eyes softening just a little behind the slim mask that covers your face from your hairline to the very peak of your nose.
“Want me to tip you off?” You offer, resting a hand on top of the case to tap your nails along the surface in a discordant rhythm. The sharp point of one of them traces a circle between every few beats.
Renjun’s face falters for a moment, clearly confused. Your offer baffles him and it doesn’t take a genius to know why. He was never used to getting tips, hints, or help. After all, he was the Huang Renjun: graduated early from high school top of the class, grades so exceptional that top tier universities around the world were itching to take him in, to claim him as part of their student body. Why, who wouldn’t want such a bright kid walking their halls every morning? You didn’t blame them in the slightest, but you’d always found it quite sad how many of them wanted him more for his reputation than his mind.
It started as a simple rivalry, your young eyes that never followed anything but the words on a page or the numbers on chalkboard had been caught by someone for once. A challenge. A contender.
You had done everything in your power to pass him up from kindergarten all the way to high school, doing above and beyond the expected and then some to beat him. No matter how hard you both worked, neither of you could ever pass the other, not really.
Not until your sophomore year of high school, when he entered the nationwide science and research symposium (well under the minimum age to even participate, but his deception of age was overlooked in the end) and won, sweeping out contestants twenty years his senior and you, too, in the process. From there, it was no longer a competition between you and Huang Renjun because as far as the entire world was concerned, no one was and no one ever would be in his league. Renjun was the face of youthful intelligence. Renjun was unparalleled… except that once, he was.
It was as prominent then as it was now with you staring at him face to face (or rather, face to mask) and challenging him to crack the code. You dared him to remember you. Before you had arrived on the scene as “Kitty”, it was believed there wasn’t a mystery that that boy couldn’t solve. And yet…
Renjun finally exhales a loaded breath, your eyes widening a little in anticipation. Just as quickly as you’d gotten excited that you’d really gotten under his skin, he snarls, “In your dreams.”
Your snort rings out in the silence, just as your nail stops circling the glass. The trace you’ve made causes a perfectly rounded cut of the supposedly “impenetrable” casing fall in and leave a nicely sized hole in its wake. Perfect diameter for you to slip your arm in, pick up the necklace, and- “Well, I do dream of you, detective. Maybe that’s because it’s seldom you ever get close enough for me to do anything else.”
Renjun’s mouth drops a little and you think for once that he might have gotten one of your little jokes, but his eyes are clearly focused on the necklace in hand. He hadn’t even noticed what you’d been doing. Was he making this incredibly easy or were you just getting too good? Regardless, you slip the necklace into the small pocket at your thigh, feeling around for something to throw. When your hand catches onto the handle of one of your throwing knives, the instrument slipps into the palm of your hand and then slides right back out of it in the direction of the floor with expert ease.
The moment the blade pierces the connection between one beam of light and the another, a shrill blaring sound nearly deafens the two of you at once. You barely wince at the noise, finding the nervous look on Renjun’s face far too amusing. The doorways and windows are suddenly barricaded by heavy steel doors meant to keep any intruders from getting out once they’d gotten in, but you’ve got your own escape plan already. By the time those fools got access back to the system to shut it off, you’d be long gone from here.
In fact, you’re just about to shimmy back up your rope when Renjun surges forward, fear of tripping the alarm now irrelevant. His hand grasps your wrist and you look at him in real surprise; never had the two of you made contact like this before. It was always a fun game of cat and mouse with the figurative cat in this case never getting close enough to touch.
You are rendered speechless for the first time in his presence, unsure what to do first. Did you shake him off? Wait for him to say something? Relish in the moment before it eventually all came crashing down?
Renjun decided for you.
“You know, I never saw it before,” he says in a low breath, yet you’re able to hear it over the blaring alarm miraculously, “but I’ve only known one person in my whole life who could actually give me a run for my money. Know anything about that?”
You feel yourself slowly swell with pride and an abundance of elation. This, this. Never had he admitted to your power over him, and now you knew that he knew it too. You were his equal in every sense of the word, and if there was anyone who could tie the world’s favorite boy genius up in his own knots, it was you.
You slip your arm from his grasp and raise the nails on your glove to gently caress the underside of his chin, the boy visibly shivering under your touch. The sounds of law enforcement banging on the steel doors sounds so distant in this moment, a breath shared between the two of you lasting a lifetime almost. You clutch his chin in between your fingers with finality and lean forward so that your nose just grazes his own, “Why, detective, it’s my job to make the mysteries and your job to solve them. You’ll have to find out yourself.”
His eyelashes flutter. Just out of your peripheral, you see his hand inching slowly toward your face. His fingers just skim the brim of your mask before you tug on your rope twice, your accomplice getting the signal to yank you upwards and away from the scene.
All you leave behind is the ghost of your touch on Renjun’s skin and the memory of a person who had finally gained that upper hand.
#sbmusings#renjun scenarios#renjun imagines#renjun drabble#renjun fanfic#renjun au#detective!renjun#huang renjun#renjun#nct scenarios#nct imagines#nct drabbles#nct fanfic#nct au#detective!nct#nct#nct dream scenarios#nct dream imagines#nct dream drabbles#nct dream fanfic#nct dream au#nct dream#majwrites
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eddie? is?? spiderman????
For the anon who requested 6 & 91 of the drabble challenge. I got a little carried away but I had a lot of fun, so here’s the Marvel AU Reddie fic that no one asked for. This is number 6. I will get around to the other promt when I have the time, just keep an eye out anon ;) annnd hopefully this doesn’t suck. Un-beta’ed and all that shit.
Eddie had just fallen asleep, aching bones stretched out over the bed as he indulged in some much needed sleep. It wasn’t easy fighting crime, even with the effects of the bite. His body could take more than the average human but he was no Captain America. If he had to listen to Bill go on one more time about how he needed to push his body to the limit, Eddie was going to web him in his perfect American face, or at least he would think about it, a lot.
Actually falling asleep had been a bitch in a half, the aching he could feel in his ribs combined with the purpling bruises that dotted his body, made even lying still hurt like no other. It took hours before he could finally drift off, the alarm clock on his nightstand just clicking past 1am.
Eddie’s deep asleep, fully enjoying every bit of his slumber when suddenly there’s a voice right in his ear, and someone’s fingers carding through his hair.
“Soooo here’s the thing.” The voice started casually, so close Eddie can feel their mouth brushing against the shell of his ear.
If it weren’t for his heightened senses, Eddie is positive he wouldn’t have even felt it. Which is rather impressive because he does have heightened sense and he barely registered anything happening until there was a goddamn hand in his hair, sudden yet familiar. It startled Eddie so bad he’s crouched against ceiling for dear life, very awake and very confused, trying to figure out just what the hell is going on. Who is in his apartment, and how the hell did they get into his bed?!
“You look so cute when you’re sleeping Ed’s, did you know that? God damn adorable.”
Of course, Eddie could recognize that annoying voice anywhere. He dropped not so gracefully from the ceiling, rubbing the sleep from his tired eyes. Was a good night’s sleep too much to ask for?
“Deadpool.” Eddie yawned, it made his voice less intimidating. “How the hell did you get in my apartment, and what are you doing in my bed!? In your suit, you’re in your suit! Do you know how filthy that thing is, now I have to wash my sheets.” Eddie crossed his arms over his chest, feeling very naked in boxer briefs and an oversized t-shirt from high school.
“I need a place to stay.” Deadpool shrugged, already shimmying his way out of the bright red and black suit.
Eddie blinked, going as far as to pinch himself twice because this had to be a dream, no, a nightmare. In no way did Deadpool crawl into his bed in the middle of the night, nor was he stripping naked revealing more than Eddie would ever admit wanting to see.
“RICHIE TOZIER!” Eddie screamed, voice cracking. He had just woken up, okay?
Deadpool stopped and sighed, propping himself up, half out his suit, mask still on.
“Did he just use my government name? The fuck?” The mercenary questioned before snapping back to attention.
“Come on Eddie Spi-gettie, you won’t even notice I’m here. Oh! I could give you a handy, orgasms always put me right to sleep.” Richie waved his hand, tiny and translucent pink, fingers wiggling like little worms.
Eddie gagged.
“Or not, come on Eddie! My place is all booby trapped and stuff, it’s not safe for me there. As a superhero, aren’t you worried about my safety?” Richie, now fully dressed, zipped up tight and standing in front of Eddie, pouted. Even with that stupid mask on Eddie could tell he was pouting.
“How do you think I lost my hand?”
Eddie had a number of comebacks for that but he was too tired to argue. His body hurt, his brain was still half asleep, dealing with Deadpool at 3am was not on his list of things to do today.
Sighing, Eddie shoved past Richie and started pulling the sheets and comforter off the bed, throwing them in Deadpool’s direction.
“You can sleep on the floor.” He grumbled.
“Yes!” Richie pumped his fist, his hand now slightly larger yet still just a creepy. “Oh Spiderman, you’re my hero.” His hands made their way around Eddie’s middle, and he peppered the shorter man’s neck with kisses causing him to blush.
“I change my mind.” Eddie said sarcastically, swatting Deadpool’s hands away. “You can sleep in your booby trapped apartment, I think dying might do you some good.”
Once free from Richie’s annoyingly strong hold, Eddie stumbled his way into the hallway to grab fresh bed covers. He wasn’t joking about having to change the sheets, his skin itched just thinking about how gross Deadpool’s suit had to be. Ugh, he was definitely showering again in the morning.
By the time Eddie walked back into his bedroom, Deadpool is in a change of clothes picked from Eddie’s dresser. He looks ridiculous, after the bite Eddie failed to grow any taller, and Deadpool easily stood over him, none of the shorter man’s clothes would fit.
Eddie’s eyes landed on the strip of skin leading into a pair of sweatpant that came well above the others ankles. In reality he should be deeply bothered by this, there’s a wanted criminal who kills people for money, wearing his clothes and standing in his bedroom. S.H.E.I.L.D would have a riot if they found out about any of this. He actively ignores the redflags.
“I can take these off if you want.” Richie thrust his hips suggestively.
Eddie rolled his eyes and continued making the bed.
Once they’re both tucked in, Eddie in his bed, and Richie on a pile of blankets, Eddie can finally start falling back asleep. He’s so close, so fucking close to being out of it when Richie’s voice drifts up from the floor, genuine and soft for once.
“Hey Spidey?”
“Yeah?” Eddie responded, not moving but listening. He doesn’t know why but his heart is tight in his chest.
“Do you shoot webs when you nut? Cause I was thinking if it comes out your wrist, it could totally come out your dick, you know?”
“Richie.” Eddie groaned, already pulling a pillow over his head. “I don’t nut web, and it doesn’t come out of my wrist! It’s mechanical, I make it in a lab. GO TO SLEEP!” He hissed, drifting off to Deadpool’s quiet grumbles of wrong universe and web facials.
Eddie is really regretting his decision.
#anon#writing promt#reddie#it (2017)#eddie kaspbrak#richie tozier#idk why i wrote this#i blame soulssacrificed#my fic#marvel au
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38)things you said while holding my hand’
@arrowielding / drabble prompts; accepting
The apartment was everything anyone could have wanted, and yet it still hardly felt like home; her tiny loft hadn’t been much, but it was hers. Kara missed the way that sunlight streamed in through the sheer curtains each morning, leaving her to wake in a warm and golden glow. She missed the lone squeaky floorboard in the hallway from her door, which always alerted her to a visitor. There was warmth and a coziness to it, one that she missed gravely. Everything she missed could never be hers again, not there, at least.
A Tribune paper was still out on her coffee table of her apartment, Supergirl on the front cover with her identity shown to the world. There had been a part of her that hoped to have returned, to be able to keep her life as it was, to simply pick up where she left off. That just wasn’t possible anymore, not when the people that she loved would be in constant danger —— Kara had few weaknesses, and the people she cared for were at the top of the list. Losing that hope threw her for a loop, as if she was walking through a fog, patiently waiting for it to dissipate.
Yet, she had a mission, a purpose for having asked someone to return to her former Earth.
Kara lingered, as their late night crime fighting had come to a close; she did it often, and she assumed that everyone simply figured she was making sure there was nothing more to be done. She doubted that anyone might have read her well enough to know that she didn’t want to go home, not just yet, not when it felt like home and still so foreign at the same exact time. In a way, it felt like a betrayal, to call it home.
A smile crept over her lips as she affixed her suit to her mannequin, fingertips gracefully tracing the lines of the ensignia. It had been a touch that made her feel wanted, a gesture she would not soon forget. It sat comfortably next to Oliver’s suit, appearing as it had always been there, as if it was meant to be there.
She made one last glance to ensure that everyone was gone, and retrieved her purse from where she had hidden it.
It would have probably been a good idea to have Felicity stay behind, though she was hoping to surprise her as well with the technological upgrade. Building an interface to allow the omegahedron to actually power anything was annoying and time-consuming, though it was like using a muscle after years of disuse; she had made a few trips out, to get supplies for the interface, which included taking apart several different machines to make it work.
The moment of truth came a few hours later, after it appeared as though Kara had fought several robots and won by ripping them apart and throwing said remains on the ground in a pile. Kara connected the last few pieces of wire and had punched a fist in the air as everything came back on, powered by the omegahedron, completely off-grid, and hack resisant, to anyone that wasn’t a kryptonian ( she added that extra security herself, though reminded herself that she would then have to probably teach Felicity the language, or at least the written part of it ).
Oliver’s footsteps were easy to recognize, as was his heartbeat —— calm and steady like the beat of a drum, even amidst the mess that she had made; there was a second where it quickened, perhaps the thought of an intruder, though again it leveled at the sight of her sitting at the epicenter. She turned, looking as if she was a child, caught red-handed with her hand in the cookie jar. “I’m gonna clean this up! I promise.”
“I’m almost afraid to ask what you’re doing, and even more thankful that it wasn’t Felicity to catch you.”
Her grimace told him that she was thankful of that too; Felicity would not have been a fan of the technological massacre that had transpired and the aftermath of it. “I gave you guys an upgrade. Free energy, off-grid, completely unhackable, courtesy of Krypton… well, the Krypton of another universe, since it probably exists here in this one without blowing up or dying.” Oliver caught the tinge of a frown that came upon her and didn’t give her the time to think more of the subject, instead, asking her just what this upgrade entailed.
She explained how it worked, or a few bits and pieces of it, though most of it was simply her rambling about technology he could hardly understand, and Oliver didn’t have the heart to ask her to stop. To think that he once tried to keep her at arms length, simply because aliens, other Earths, a multiverse, was too much; then, here he was now, sat cross-legged across from her, listening contently as she talked of an alien planet while vaporizing scraps of technology that she deemed as junk with her heat vision.
“I’ll fix the scorch marks too, maybe a nice rug will do the trick.”
That made him laugh. “Kara, we don’t need a rug. I think we can live with it like this.” He made a gesture towards the exit, offering her arm, of course, as any gentleman would. “Come on, I’ll walk you home.”
They had the streets to themselves; most were sleeping, while others just knew to stay off the streets this late, and it was worth mentioning that crime had gone down since Supergirl’s arrival, and since her influence as Kara Danvers painted him in a much better light. She was often thanking them, for taking her in, for helping her, when in reality Oliver felt like they were the ones that should be thanking her. He was sure that he said it enough, though one more wouldn’t hurt.
“Thank you, for the… what did you say it was?… And for letting me keep you company for the clean up. You don’t have to thank us though, for anything.”
“Omegahedron. And I know,” she nodded, “You all have just done so much for me. It’s the least I could do… I had Alex go back to Earth-38 to get a couple of things.”
Slowly, the realization struck her —— it was the first time that she had not called it home, but instead calling it by the designation it had been given from this Earth. Oliver seemed to sense her thoughts; he released his arm from hers, though he took her hand a second later, lacing their fingers together. Even if he meant it in a friendly and comforting way, there was little denial in the way it made her heart beat quicker, if only for a moment, incredibly thankful that he couldn’t tell.
“We’ll find a way to get you home…” A beat. Oliver tugged slightly on her hand, giving her just enough time to glance and catch the small smile upon his face. “Alex and Eliza are working with Caitlin and Cisco on a way to immunize you against kryptonite.”
Of course they were. However, it wasn’t that, but the fact that this place was beginning to feel like home. It surely would have already if she hadn’t clung to her old life, which she had, desperately so. The first time, it had taken a long while before Kara thought of Earth as home —— then, Krypton was still her home. While the story and settings changed, similar feelings applied, though if she was strong enough to adjust then she was certainly capable of doing it again. She was building something here… something that she wasn’t sure she could just leave behind, not anymore. At first she would have given anything to be able to go home, to go back to her former life as if nothing had changed at all, though things did change. It just hurt to admit such a thing, especially to herself.
“I don’t know how to ask them to stop…Caitlin and Cisco have enough going on with Barry, and I want Alex and Eliza to have lives, not spending it trying to cure me of the one weakness I have so we can go back. And I ——” As she paused, Oliver moved a little slower beside her, perhaps only because her apartment was just a few blocks away now, and she followed that lead. “I want to stay here… My identity isn’t a secret there anymore, the people I care about would always be in danger. I could never be Kara Danvers again.”
She turned her head slightly, passing a smile his way, all while keeping her hand attached to his own. “And I like it here, I really do. It’s starting to feel like home. As Supergirl, I am everything I’ve ever wanted to be… and just as Kara, I’m making a difference too. The paper is corrupt-free, people are reading the truth, the police trust the Green Arrow now.” The list went on for a few more points, though humility held her tongue.
“In that case, you stay as long as you want. I’d be wrong if I said I didn’t like having you around —— Kara, that is; Supergirl is just the bonus.”
They next few moments were silent, as Kara wasn’t even sure how to express herself in the wake of what he had said, although her silence spoke volumes alone, as did the gentle smile affixed to her lips.. Home, sweet home. At the entrance of the building, they both stopped for a moment, though neither of them released their still-entwined fingers. Yeah, she thought, this does feel like home.
#novella /////#long post /////#arrowielding#✧ —— ⟨ DCTV; ⟩ ✕ with every desire to balance now.#i'm not sorry for this monstrosity of a response to you; but to everyone that has it on their dash i'm sorry to them
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yoonseok drabble, 1.5k, mentioned past!sugamon, meeting at an abandoned supermarket (legit purely for aesthetic)
I have no idea what this is but it’s been sitting in my drafts for forever and it just became my birthday eight minutes ago and this kinda hits the nail on the head with my mood, so I thought I’d share it as a thanks to everyone for reading my stuff <3 Love you all <3 <3
It’s not quite midnight yet, but there are already fireworks going off in the distance. Yoongi can see them outside the large stretch of window, bright bursts of colour set on the inky black backdrop of the night sky.
New Years Eve. It’s cold out. The tip of his nose is bitten pink and the moment he steps outside his breath will fog the air in front of him. Yoongi’s bundled up, browsing the isles for instant coffee because there’s none at home and his roommate is fucking his latest boy toy or whatever and Yoongi just can’t be bothered subjecting himself to that.
So he’ll journey out into the cold and buy the dumb instant coffee ,then take it home and make it for himself, and then be disappointed when it tastes expectantly like shit. Then he’ll sit there and listen to Round Two of whatever fuckery Seokjin’s pulling and pass out whilst trying not to feel so stupidly lonely.
The lights of the convenience store are a harsh white-blue, the kind that staves off all remnants of sleep, but makes you feel like you’re not altogether grounded in reality. It shouldn’t feel so surreal, to be standing in a deserted convenience store that is no more special than any the dozens of it’s kind in Seoul and yet here Yoongi is, feeling like he’s cemented in a dream.
Yoongi hums as he finds a brand he’s somewhat familiar with and settles on it, chucking the container into his basket. He goes over a list in his head, thinking of any other stuff he might need.
Yoongi winds up seeing him before he himself is seen, but two seconds is not long enough to very well do something about it. He has no time to hide as a pair of eyes flick over to him, widen a fraction as they mirror that same shock written all over Yoongi’s face before fading, warmly, into something too close to fond.
‘Hey stranger.’
Yoongi’s pinned just by his voice, makes his gut do a funny twisting sorta thing and he can’t get his mouth to work. It’s not right for a person to be so disarming, it’s not the slightest bit fair.
‘Hi,’ Yoongi says and it’s all cautious and guarded because it needs to be. He needs to keep some semblance of defences up against this one, at this point it’s as crucial as breathing.
Jung Hoseok has dark bags under his eyes, rumpled clothes that look like they’ve been with him to hell and back and a grin that somehow manages to wipe away all the indications of tiredness every other part of him is broadcasting. His face is all shiny and his eyes are bloodshot, but he looks a fucking vision as he always does.
‘What are you doing here?’
‘Shopping. Is that okay?’
‘I guess.’
Hoseok stares at him, one corner of his lip quirking up in the barest hint of amusement. It’s always infuriated Yoongi, Hoseok’s smirk, an ever-present thing that’s always been a moment away ever since he’s known Hoseok. Namjoon’s best friend, who always stared too long and looked like he knew more than he ever said out loud.
When Yoongi and Namjoon had dated, Yoongi had never gotten along with Hoseok. He was always there as was that damnable smirk and despite all the attempts Namjoon had gone to, they’d never really been friends.
(There’s a bad taste in Yoongi’s mouth even as he thinks it, but he tells himself that it is true. It wasn’t friendship, and there’s not any room to form one now, when Yoongi and Namjoon are long since over.)
He should walk away now. Take his instant coffee and bail. But he doesn’t. Jung Hoseok stares at him and Yoongi stares back and licks his lips.
Cut it off there, Yoongi tells himself. For god’s sake, cut it off there and walk away—
‘You don’t have any plans for New Year’s Eve?’ Yoongi hears himself ask.
Idiot.
‘I did, yeah. I was just at a party with the others.’ Yoongi tenses and pretends that he doesn’t. ‘Had to watch all these people suck faces and the music wasn’t all that great, just didn’t wanna start my New Year like that.’
‘So you come to a convenience store.’ He phrases it like a comment rather than a question as he quirks an eyebrow.
‘Yes.’
‘That’s fucking weird.’
Hoseok shrugs. He’s never been one to get affronted by Yoongi’s bluntness. ‘Well here you are.’
‘Here I am,’ Yoongi says. He regains control of his legs then and brushes past Hoseok without a second thought, makes sure no part of them touches as he does so.
‘What are you doing here?’ Hoseok calls after him and it takes all of Yoongi’s will power to not stop. To not turn around.
‘Same as you,’ Yoongi says. Hoseok’s started to follow him. He picks up the pace, but it’s useless when he gets to the checkout counter. Hoseok just pulls up behind him and pushes into his space like he has all the right in the world to be there.
‘You don’t have any New Year’s plans?’
‘No.’ The only time he’s ever done something for New Year’s was with Namjoon who liked watching the fireworks and thought that the stroke of midnight fucking meant something. New beginnings, new chances. Fucking bullshit.
‘I’m not doing anything right now?’
Yoongi sets his jaw, hands a couple bills over to the cashier. ‘Aside from pestering me?’
Still, Hoseok lingers, Yoongi can feel the tickle of Hoseok’s breath on his neck. ‘Do you want to do something?’
He hesitates, stilling as he holds his hand out to accept the change, something in his brain just short circuiting as his heart leaps in his chest.
Min Yoongi do not. Walk away. Walk right the fuck away, this is the last thing anyone needs—
Last time they’d crossed paths and proceeded to spend time together—it had been an accident. Just like the times before that, at the bar, or at a cafe, or in the campus library. It stops being an accident if Yoongi gives into this. It becomes a purposeful thing, a conscious decision that labels the pair of them as something. And any something in this case is without a doubt a bad kinda something.
No one in their right mind has any right to hang out with their ex’s best friend on New Year’s Eve.
He hears the fireworks bang outside, echoing across the city streets, the wail of sirens just under it. Yoongi glances at the clock hanging above the ceiling high window.
It’s midnight now. New Year’s Day.
It doesn’t fucking mean anything.
Yoongi pulls away from the counter, bag in hand as he says a cursory thanks to the cashier.
‘What about Namjoon?’ Yoongi asks as he dares to look at Hoseok, falling into step beside him.
‘What about him?’ Hoseok grins and it punches Yoongi in the gut. He decides to change the subject.
‘What could you possibly want to do right now?’
‘Go on adventures,’ Hoseok grins. ‘Get take-out and find someplace high up.’
Yoongi blows his bangs from his face, part of him wanting to linger in the store and keep wrapped up in the warmth a little longer. He walked to the convenience store, couldn’t be fucked grabbing his car for a measly twenty minute walk. Regret is gnawing at him now though for a few different reasons, one of them being the cold the second being Jung Hoseok.
He steps outside and the cold air hits him like a speeding car, steels all his breath in a gnarled fist. Hoseok comes out beside him. He’s wearing less than Yoongi, but he looks as though he’s standing in a midsummer’s night. Thin hoodie and fraying jeans, standing without the slightest affliction towards the chill though his breath fogs the air as much as Yoongi’s.
‘It’ll be fun,’ Hoseok wheedles. ‘Good start to the New Year.’
‘It’s just another day,’ Yoongi mutters. His lips feel frozen already, moving them is like throwing a rock into an ice-coated pond.
‘It is what you make of it,’ Hoseok returns. He holds a hand out, palm up, beckoning Yoongi after him. ‘Come on, you didn’t bring a car did you?’
‘No.’
‘I’ll drive you.’
There is no ‘home’ tucked onto the end of that sentence. Yoongi notices the catch as soon as the words are out of Hoseok’s mouth because he’s known Jung Hoseok long enough to know most of his tricks.
This doesn’t stop him getting in the passenger’s seat of Jung Hoseok’s roughed up truck. It’s easier for Yoongi to pretend that he thought he was being taken home, like he fell for Hoseok’s stupid ploy to coerce him into being his partner in crime or whatever stupid thing Hoseok would call the two of them.
At least it’s somewhat warm in the car and when Hoseok turns the key in the ignition, he puts the heater on full blast and there Yoongi’d begrudgingly admit that he is grateful.
#fic drabble#my fic#yoonseok fic#yoonseok#birthdays are so weird#so are new years celebrations#debating whether to make this a seperate fic or add it to the drabbles thing#aesthetic au#<3 <3
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My Princess - Ch. 19
This started as a regular drabble…and then I just got carried away. Oh well, at least I’m getting back into writing.
My Princess – Ch. 19
Paring: Eli x Umi
Rating: T (slightly NSFW)
Notes: Request from @shirohasnothing P.S. – I chickened out near the end _(:3」∠)_
Umi bit the inside of her cheek to hold back her words. Her hands were balled up into fists so tight that her knuckles turned white. She was using all her strength to retrain her anger towards her fellow comrades. Groundless rumors have been spreading around the base. It had all begun when Umi had her wedding with the eldest daughter of the Ayase family, Ayase Eli.
Umi came from a strict military family. The Sonoda’s were greatly well-known throughout the country, or at least they were before the family name became sullied from a pollical scandal a couple years back. But Umi was no fool; she knew her grandfather had been framed for a crime he didn’t commit which was the sole reason why she didn’t want to get involved with anything or anyone pertaining too closely to politics. Unfortunately, her marriage to Eli made that wish impossible. The Ayase family was deeply involved with politics. In fact, Eli’s father was a respected member of the council as was her grandfather before he retired, let alone is also related to the crown. The whole marriage was arranged by the king. There was no way Umi or her family could refuse. However, as Umi expected, rumors of the arranged marriage were spreading like wildfire.
“They must have threatened the crown to marry into such a high-status family. They should learn their place after that scandal.” Umi glared at the pair passing by who quickly walked away when they realized she had heard them.
“What’s wrong Sonoda? Cat got your tongue?” Umi wanted to ignore the voice, but it was hard to do when a group of guys were encircling around her.
“What do you want Ichihara? Was your lesson from the opening ceremony not enough last time? Or are you all masochists that you want more?” Amber eyes glared at the supposed leader of their group.
“Talking big for someone from a family with a tarnished name.” Ichihara scoffed at her threat. “As if the Sonoda family haven’t done anything else so underhanded. I bet your grandfather threatened the King to arrange the marriage between you and Ayase-san.”
“You should learn how to keep your mouth shut.” She walked away, pushing through the others. They weren’t much use since they didn’t try to stop her.
“Hey! Who said I was done talking!?” Ichihara grabbed Umi’s arm without a second thought. At first, he thought his bigger group of friends would scare Umi; instead, they all cowered behind him after just one look from Umi’s stare.
“If you don’t let me go this instant, I will use the means of self-defense in place of my generosity.”
“G-go ahead! I’d like to see you try!” He forced a smirk. “Ayase-san should have married someone better. Someone like me.”
Umi didn’t hesitate to send her fist flying towards his face. She figured this would be the best way to let out some steam.
“So, how’s the married life?” Nico asked the question before popping a cookie in her mouth. Eli sat comfortably with her two best friends at the Sonoda mansion. The question had her thinking to herself. “Don’t tell me what’s-her-face is treating you badly? If she is, I will march to wherever the hell she is and punch her in the face before throwing divorce papers in her face!”
“Nico, you’re in her house you know…” Eli deadpanned.
“Nicocchi is so protective~.” Nozomi giggled at the brunette. “Don’t worry, Elichi is in good hands.”
“Oh, don’t give me that ‘the cards told me so’ bull.” Nico frowned. “I seriously don’t think she could take care of Eli. I mean come on, if Old man Ohara didn’t arrange the marriage, the So-”
“That’s enough Nico!” The said person jumped in her seat when Eli raised her voice. The blonde sighed at her friend’s behavior, but she appreciated that Nico was looking out for her. “Umi is treating me very well.”
“Oh? Using first names already? My~ how fast Elichi is moving.” Nozomi began poking fun at Eli to change the atmosphere of the room.
“N-Nozomi!” A light shade of pink colored Eli’s cheeks when the purple haired girl pointed that out.
“Elichi is so pure. But to think that fate would bring you to your crush so easily. You must really be loved by the heavens.” Nozomi added, making Eli blush harder.
“Crush?” Nico furrowed her eyebrows and looked at the other two. “What the hell are you talking about Nozomi?”
“Elichi has been crushing on Sonoda Umi for the longest time. I didn’t tell you?” The busty girl tilted her head.
“NO! What the hell Nozomi?!” Nico shot up in her seat. “Why’d you leave me out of the loop!? Do you have any idea on how much I have missed out on teasing her?!”
“That’s why you’re mad?!” Eli couldn’t believe her friends were fighting over such a trivial thing.
Nico sat back down with a huff and took a sip from her teacup. “So how far have you two gone then?” The question had Eli spitting out her tea.
“W-what?!” Eli was flabbergasted earning a smirk from the petite girl.
“Oh, come on. You two are married now. You have to had spent your wedding night…” Nico trailed off when Eli’s face became crestfallen. “Wait…really?”
Eli looked away and played with her fingers. She didn’t want to admit that the idea of sleeping with her partner scared her, but they were complete strangers to each other. Besides knowing about each other’s family backgrounds, there was almost nothing else in between. Eli’s thoughts lead her to scrunch up her face deeper.
“Why don’t you ask her on a date then?” Nozomi proposed to give the blonde some ideas. “There’s no need to rush things if you’re not comfortable with each other.”
“If anything, she’s lucky she married you because anyone would die to even have you look their way- ow! The hell Nozomi?” Nico rubbed the side of her ribs when the taller girl jabbed her with her elbow.
“Umi-sama, welcome back. You’re home ear- oh my goodness!” Three heads perked up at the maid’s voice. They peeked around the corner and found Eil’s wife with a grimace present; her face was battered up, cheek bandaged along with a cut lip.
“Sonoda-san, the General said that you are to be on vacation leave for the time being. He says to take it was a present to spend time with your wife as you did not have a honeymoon.” The General’s secretary gave Umi a salute and left after escorting her back home.
“Vacation leave.” Umi scoffed. “He might as well just have said suspension instead of sugarcoating it.”
“Umi-sama, are you alright? Do you hurt anywhere?” The maid’s eyes filled with worry looking at the blue haired girl.
“I’m fine. Just a couple scratches.” Umi gave her a smile of reassurance to ease her. “Thank you for worrying Rena.”
“Y-you’re welcome…” Rena’s cheeks flushed. Eli couldn’t help feeling a little jealous of how close they were.
“Ohhh…” The blonde jumped and turned around to find Nozomi and Nico cooing at her. The smirks on their faces were so easy to read. They knew.
“W-what?” Eli gave the two an annoyed look.
“Nothing~.” They both responded together. Sometimes Eli wondered how those two got along so well.
“I’m tired. I’ll be in my room.” Umi passed by the three making way to her room. Eli gave her spouse a worried look, only to be avoided. She couldn’t help but feel disappointed given the cold shoulder.
xXx
“Do you think she’ll be okay?” Nico left the mansion with Nozomi lost in a deep thought. “I don’t like the way she’s being treated. Especially when she has to stay here.”
“Nicocchi really is caring.” Nozomi softly bumped into the other. “Don’t worry, Umi-chan is just awkward, that’s all.”
“You talk like you know her.”
“I do. She’s my cousin after all.” Nozomi put a hand to her chin and racked her brain for old memories. “I never told you?”
“NO!”
Eli watched her two friends leave from the window and sighed to herself. She looked at the silver band on her finger and wonder what her uncle was thinking when he arranged the marriage.
“Nozomi-chan hasn’t changed at all.” The voice behind her gave Eli a small startle. She turned around and found Umi’s grandmother and mother smiling at her.
“Ah…yes…Grandmother…” Eli still wasn’t used to calling the elder woman that, but the warmth she radiated made her feel comfortable.
“It seems that Umi-chan got into trouble with her superiors for getting into a fight today.” Eli frowned, earning a soft smile from the other. “Why don’t you bring these to her room?” Umi’s grandmother handed Eli a box with letter’s reading Homura’s Bakery. Eli wasn’t sure what the woman was getting at, but she took the box without hesitation.
“Yes, Grandmother.” Eli smiled brightly and went upstairs to Umi’s room.
“Honestly, Umi needs to stop being so shy. Eli isn’t going to bite her.” Umi’s mother sighed while her grandmother gave a hearty laugh.
“You weren’t any better when you first met Ryoma.”
“Mother!”
xXx
Umi laid in her bed with her arm resting over her eyes. She was tired, both mentally and physically, but just couldn’t seem to fall asleep. Another sigh escaped her lips before face-planting into the nearby pillow. When she heard a soft knock from the other side of the door, Umi immediately straighten herself out before opening it. “Yes?”
“U-Umi-sama, I was wondering if you were hungry so I brought you some tea and snacks.” Rena tried to hide her blush, but it didn’t matter because Umi didn’t pay much attention to it.
“Thank you, Rena.” Umi moved to the side to let her in and closed the door behind them. Rena entered and set the tray onto a table near the corner of the room.
“Is there anything else you would like Umi-sama?” The maid fiddle with her hands and kept her eyes glued to her feet. Being in the same room alone with the “Shining Knight” was a dream come true for any of the younger maids who worked at the Sonoda mansion.
“No-” Another knock interrupted Umi’s sentence. “Yes, I’m coming.” She got up to open the door and was surprised to find Eli on the other side holding a box of sweets from Homura’s Bakery. “Eli-san?”
“I was asked to bring these to you from Grandmother,” Eli noticed Rena in Umi’s room and felt a small pang in her chest. “I’m sorry, did I interrupt you?”
“No, please, come in.” Umi walked her into her room and sat in the chair, signaling for Eli to sit across from. “Rena, could get another cup for Eli-san?” The maid gave a bow and left the room, but Eli could hear a dissatisfied mumble under her breath as she left. She couldn’t pick out the words, but it was most likely something about Eli being in the way. “Is there something wrong Eli-san?”
“Eh?! Ah- no, I was just spaced out a bit.” Eli gave Umi a quick smile and quickly tried to change the course of the conversation. “So, this is your room…it’s very…”
“Plain.” Umi took a sip from her teacup. “I know.”
“N-no! It’s not that! I was going to say it is very simple! It suits you.” Umi chuckled at the other’s panicked state making Eli blush at the discovery of a new side to her spouse.
“It’s okay. I’ve been told that I should put more decorations, but I just never seem to have the time since I’m always so busy.” Eli wondered how red her face was. The charming smile Umi gave her made her heart race. The blonde was beginning to wonder if the room was getting hot like her. Umi on the other hand, didn’t seem to notice the blush on Eli’s face. Her eyes were too focused on the box Eli had brought with her.
“Shall we have some sweets?” The question Eli posed brought Umi back to reality. “You look like you really want them.” Heat rose up Umi’s neck knowing that Eli have seen such an embarrassing side of her.
“I-I apologize for acting like this…” Umi turned away and wished she could disappear from the surface of the world. It wasn’t every day she would let her guard down around others.
“There’s no need to apologize.” Eli giggled. The sound of her angelic voice was so soothing, Umi was sure some of the heavy weight lifted off her shoulders, only to be hit with another wave of guilt.
xXx
“Why don’t you two go on a honeymoon. Umi, you’re not going to be busy for the next few weeks so go spend more time with your wife and get to know her.” The stoic man sitting across from her at the dinner table suggested the idea.
“Father!” Heat rose to Umi’s cheeks knowing that her family were going to poke their nose into her married life. Eli couldn’t stop herself from doing the same. She had always heard rumors that the Sonoda family were strict with rules, but after living with them for the past few days, she was beginning to think that that wasn’t always the case.
“I have to agree with your father Umi.” Umi retorted the same way to her mother as she did to her father. She could not believe that they were going to have this conversation at the dinner table with everyone present.
“Umi-chan.” The younger girl shut her mouth and looked at her grandmother. “I want you both to be have a happy and healthy marriage. That means both of you are to put effort into the relationship if you want things to work out.”
“…I understand…”
“Good. Your grandfather and I are waiting for more little children to run around in this house. Your sister and niece don’t visit home often because they live too far away.” The old woman put a hand to her cheek and pretended to be sad. “I want my Umi-chan to have children too.”
“G-Grandmother! Can we not have this talk at the dinner table.” Umi was beet red, while the same could be said for Eli. The adults enjoyed their teasing of the newlyweds and went back to idle discussions amongst themselves. Looking from the corner of their eyes, they got a glimpse of each other briefly, only to avert away as their faces turned a brighter shade of red.
The next day, the two were kicked out of the house. With no other choice, Umi took their bags and they headed for the train station. Eli followed in suit as she did not know where their destination was, but she couldn’t help feeling avoided when Umi refused look at her and always walk a few steps in front of her. Lost in her thoughts, Eli wondered if they could get closer like their families wanted; if not, this was going to be a painfully awkward honeymoon.
“How do you feel about the beach Eli-san?” They both took a seat across each other at their booth on the train.
“Eh?” Eli looked up at the other.
“Well…” Pink softly colored Umi’s cheeks. “We have a vacation house near the beach…and I was wondering if that was okay with you…I apologize for not asking you beforehand.
“I would love to go to the beach. The summer weather makes it even better to go.” Eli flashed a smile to the blue hair girl, making the other’s heart quicken its pace.
“…I really don’t deserve you…” Umi mumbled under her breath, but Eli was able to catch her words. She frowned knowing that her partner was insecure of their relationship.
“Why do you say that?” Eli was curious. Like, how can someone who is a splitting image of a fairy tale prince saying that to someone nothing close to a princess.
“You deserve someone who loves you. Not someone from a scandalous family who hardly knows how to interact with you…”
“Who’s to say we can start now?” Eli steeled her nerves and took the other’s hand. “I want to get to know the person I married. Not as Sonoda Umi, but just Umi…is it alright if I call you that? You can call me Eli too.” The blonde fluttered her eyelashes.
“O-of course! I don’t mind that at all!” Umi’s pink cheeks quickly turned red at the contact of their hands. Eli let out a stifled giggle.
“So cute.” She thought to herself and got up, letting the hand go. Umi was confused at first, but immediately became stiff as a board when Eli took a seat beside her and laced their hands together. “Then this is okay too, right?”
“P-please don’t tease me…” Eli chucked and enjoyed the warmth of their hands rest of the ride to the Sonoda vacation home.
xXx
The scorching summer sun was at its highest peak, but that didn’t stop people from enjoying their fun under the blue sky. Umi was dressed lightly in casual clothes fit for the hot weather. The two had arrived earlier to the vacation home and were getting ready to go out.
Umi paced the living room as she tried to calm herself. Last night she had received a call from a certain purple haired girl to take Eli out on a date. A chill ran down her spine when she remembered what Nozomi told her. “If you make Elichi cry, expect punishment when you two get back.” She didn’t know how Nozomi could ever possibly find out if it did happen, but truth be told, she didn’t want to know.
“Sorry for the wait.” Umi stopped what she was doing and found herself staring at her wife. The white, one-piece dress she was wearing had the other mesmerized. Eli even had her hair down which, in Umi’s opinion, even more holy than the blonde already was. She was completely untouchable to Umi, just like when Eli walked down the aisle on their wedding day. “How do I look?”
“You look beautiful…” The words came out so casually that it had them both blushing. “L-let’s go!”
xXx
Hours have passed and Eli was currently pouting under the shade of the umbrella. Blue eyes stared intensely at a certain blue haired girl. This was supposed to be their moment to get closer to each other and it was completely ruined, all because Umi was too charming and grabbed the attention of other women. Eli was beginning to wonder if Umi have forgotten about her since she was currently too busy being surround by other girls in their revealing swim suits.
“Heyyy, why don’t you teach us how to swim?” One of the girls grabbed Umi by the arm and pressed it between her chest. Baffled, Umi wasn’t sure how to get away anymore.
Infuriated at the sight, Eli stormed off to the more secluded area of the beach. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes, but she didn’t want them to. That would mean she would admit that her marriage was nothing but in name. She sighed and found herself staring at the ring on her left and.
“You deserve someone who loves you.”
“Was Umi forced into their marriage against her will? Does that mean that Umi already had someone she loved? Does that mean I can’t be the one for her?” Eli wanted to disappear. Sure, maybe she was overthinking the meaning behind the words, but that doesn’t mean they couldn’t be a possibility. She continued to be lost in thought until she felt a cold object press against her cheek and jumped in surprise.
“I was looking for you Eli.” Eli carefully scanned Umi’s face and found a trace of worry behind her amber eyes. She was touched at first, but gave a hum in response when she remembered how easily she was forgotten. “You should stay hydrated.”
“I’m fine.” Umi sat down beside her and frowned.
“Did I do something to upset you.” It seems she haven’t realized how hard Eli was trying to make their complicated relationship work.
“Not really. But you looked like you were having so much fun with those other girls so why don’t you go back to them.”
“I rather be here with you.” There was no longer any hesitation behind her voice. Umi wondered to herself when exactly did she get all this confidence. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”
“So what if I am?!” Eli shot up and shouted down at Umi. “What’s wrong with being jealous about other women hitting on the person I’m married to?! What’s wrong with being jealous when the person I fell in love with isn’t looking my way?!”
“Eh…? The person…you fell in love with…?” Umi wasn’t sure what to say; it was such a sudden confession and to make matters worse, because of Umi’s disability to see that she had hurt Eli made it hard to stomach. “Do you mean that?” Eli didn’t try to reply, instead, the tried to walk off again. But this time, Umi stopped her. She wanted to know if those words were true of not. “Eli.”
“Yeah…I love you…ever since that day you saved me from being taken hostage…”
“I see…” Umi soften the grip she had on Eli’s arm. “…I didn’t think you would feel about me that way…”
“You don’t have to think about it too much. It doesn’t matter-”
“It does.” Eli turned her body to get a look at Umi. “I’m an idiot for thinking all to myself and not sharing my thoughts with you. All this time, I kept thinking that you deserved someone better than me, so I…” Umi let out a sigh. “What am I saying…?”
“So what you’re saying is…” Eli trailed off.
“I…I can’t deny that I have been charmed by you…one too many times to be exact.” Umi cleared her throat. “And the first to do so…”
Eli felt like she was walking on air. It was a dream to hear those kinds of words from Umi. She was so happy that she couldn’t contain it and jumped onto the other, pulling each other into a big embrace.
xXx
Somehow, Umi found herself resting in Eli’s lap (much to the other’s persuading) while the other gently ran her fingers through her hair. She found it to be shameless to do such things in public, but she couldn’t find herself to say no after what Umi had done earlier. Eli’s fingers also felt good, but she wasn’t going to admit to that out loud.
“Hey, Umi?” Umi turned her head to look up at the blonde who did the same looking down. “Can I be with you tonight?”
“Okay.”
Eli couldn’t believe that this was happening. She sat on the bed they were going to share. The mere thought of what was going to happen next made her chest feel like it was going to burst. She put a hand to her chest and took deep breaths to slow down her racing heart. Umi was currently in the shower because she had suggested Eli take one first to get sand off her body.
The sound of the shower being turned off sent a put a sinking feeling in Eli’s stomach. Stripping out of her bathrobe, Eli slipped under the covers quickly. Umi stepped out of the bathroom with a towel covering her head to dry her hair.
“Are you feeling okay Eli?” Umi haven’t realized that her wife was completely bare under the covers.
“Y-yeah…” Eli’s face flushed when Umi sat at the edge of the bed. “H-hey Umi?”
“Yes?” Gentle amber irises locked with the other’s blue eyes.
“Kiss me.” Umi’s face exploded at the command.
“A-are you sure about that?! I-I mean…”
“If it’s you, I don’t mind.”
With eyes closed, Umi timidly moved closer to the blonde and slowly closed the distance between their faces, however, she stopped when their lips where only centimeters apart. Her heart was so loud she wondered if the other could hear it. She had hoped Eli would let her mentally prepare herself, but the other wrapped her arms around Umi’s neck and completed the kiss. Umi could have sworn she stopped breathing for a good two seconds. They pulled away with flushed faces and felt as if the room temperature went up a few degrees.
“Eli…” Umi’s face burned bright. “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”
“I-I did say I want to spend tonight with you…” Eli’s face reflected Umi’s.
“S-such things are only after marriage!”
“Umi, we are married.”
“Ah…that’s right…I-I apologize…it’s just…I’ve never…done somethings like this before.” Umi hid her face behind her hands. “I just had my first kiss too…”
“Eh?” Eli blinked. “That was your first kiss too?” They looked at each other before bursting out into laughter.
“We’re a mess, aren’t we?” Umi gave her signature lopsided smile to Eli right before she was pulled onto the bed.
“I don’t care if we are. I want to be with you. That much I know.” Eli initiated another kiss. It was more natural feeling like they had already done it multiple times, despite being only their second one. Umi moved on top of Eli when the other tugged her closer, accidentally groping her breast in the process, and earning a moan from the woman under her.
The sound acted like a trigger, flipping a switch inside of Umi. Carefully, she removed the covers hiding Eli’s goddess-like body and studied every curve intensely. Eli immediately tired, but ultimately failed, to cover herself under the power gaze Umi gave. Umi began to press kisses against Eli’s neck, the sensation felt like fire against Eli’s skin. More and more, Umi made her way down towards the valley of her wife’s breasts.
“U-Umi…”
“You’re beautiful Eli.”
“Mou…you make this like it’s a second nature to you. Are you sure you’re not lying to me about this being you first?” Eli was utterly embarrassed and hid her face behind a pillow.
“Why don’t we find out?” Umi went back to kissing Eli’s body, except, she was going lower with each one.
“W-wait Umi!”
“You started this.” Amber eyes peaked from in between Eli’s legs, glowing in the dim lit room.
“Umi!” Eli’s voice hitched when she felt a kiss move up her inner thigh. Her body felt like it was on fire. Every touch she received from was just adding to the flames. “Don’t stop…”
“I want to burry myself…” Umi was faceplanted into her pillow.
The morning sun had risen while the two were still tangled in between the sheets. Eli pulled her lover closer and giggled into the other’s ear.
“Are you sure that was your first time?”
“Of course, it was!” Umi turned around. “I would never lie to you.”
“I know, but I won’t forgive you if you ever cheat on me.” Her smile sent a familiar chill down her spine.
“Y-yes ma’m.” The blue haired girl meekly responded.
“Good.” Eli rolled Umi onto her back and straddle her at the hips. “Now it’s my turn.”
“E-eh?” Amber eyes flickered when the blonde licked her lips.
“It’s not fair that you were the only one marking me.” Eli replied.
“P-please go easy on me…”
One day…one day I will write a complete NSWF story. That one day just isn’t today
#love live#eliumi#this is by far the longest story I have written ever since my unannounced hiatus#it could have been better#maybe next time I can write something a bit more saucy#xero writes#my princess
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