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yandere-wishes · 4 years

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Sacrificial Bride Part 1//Twisted Wonderland X Reader//

Alright well, that's enough writing for the next few days if you excuse me I'm going to go sulk in my corner. Huge thanks to @softyswork who’s story about reader being sent to Malleus as a bride inspired this series. Also, I REALLY want to make some sort of modern-day Frankenstein it would be an amazing scientific breakthrough! You'll understand what I mean when you get to Idia's part lol.

💚🐉Malleus Draconia🐉💚

It was a common rumor around your village that ever since the death of the sleeping princess your settlement had never been the same. For you, this was nothing more than a fairy tale meant to spark a scrap of hope in the hearts of naive, suffering children who were still too young to fully understand why their fathers never returned from their hunting trips or why there was barely anything to eat for dinner.

Every time you heard this dreaded tail, you couldn't help but scuff. For as long as you've been alive your town had been in utter disarray and chaos. Monsters from the woods -what the town's folk called "fae"- attacked the village daily. Stealing jewels, destroying homes, sometimes even swallowing children or sucking the blood of the dormant. There was also the looming threat of the green flames. Blazing emerald fires who couldn't be subdued by neither water nor dirt. They advanced further into the territory of the village by each full cycle of the moon. Leaving behind in their trail, thick impenetrable thorn bushes that had taken the homes of many and the lives of many more.

Awful, dreaded creatures those fae where...

But alas you did not yet know just how cruel they could be.

On another periodic morning, your younger sister jolted you awake, dragging you to the town center before you got a chance to change out of your nightgown.

In the center of the square was short man..no...not a man you noticed his pointed drawn back ears. "Fae" you gasped under your breath. But unlike the monstrous fairies that ravished your town taking on the appearances of trees and woodland creatures, this one resembled a boy of 15. The young-looking male began to speak, his voice was clear like crystals, and to his tone bats began to flock overhead. "Truly dreadful, these fairy folk are" your sister uttered in terror as she buried her face in your side.

"Heed my words, mortals. The young prince of thorns has decided to take a wife. By the setting of the sun a full day from today, two of his guards will come to collect your offering. If you chose to disregard this Wa-- friendly advice, then what is left of your town will be decimated before the end of summer. Your children eaten, wives imprisoned and husbands killed!" An unsteady hush rippled through the crowd. Some hothead youths began to throw rocks at the stranger only for the bats hovering above to shield him from the stones. Mothers hugged their children close begging for the man to "just leave".

"If" the man's voice rose once more like a cadaver emerging from the grave " my young master is pleased with your sacrifice than we shall reward you! Bring good health and prosperity to your otherwise sick and decaying village." His last words melted into the open air before he vanished in a cloud of squealing bats and ebony smoke.

The town's folk erupted in screeches, cursing at their deities while simultaneously praying to any god that would listen.

"Help us!"

"save us!"

"Don't let them take our daughters!"

The screams escalated to the point where you had to cover your ears with your shaking hands. Your eyes scanning each of the villager's faces, a pathetic lot they were, you thought to yourself. Scared by the words of a young magician. In a flash, your heart sped up, adrenaline pumping through your veins, as you marched to the center square where the boy had been mere moments ago. You stood tall, cupping your hands over your mouth.

"Listen well you disquiet, mindless lot!"

All eyes turned to you. Some holding looks of confusion, whilst others harbored glances of hope.

"This fae is lying! No way will they be satisfied with just one measly girl! No matter who we sacrifice to their so-called master, they'll still come after us! They'll still destroy our village! Let's not be stupid! Let's find a way to barricade the city instead of arguing over who to sacrifice!"

For an endless second all was quite. It was like the world had stopped turning, frozen in its place in the universe trying to decide what to do.

Then it happened,

Chants reverberating through the air

"Sacrifice her!" "Sacrifice her!"

"Sacrifice her!"........................

WHAT!

NO!

DID THOSE MORONS NOT LISTEN TO A SINGLE WORD YOU SAID!

The crowd started advancing. Eyes locked on your figure like those of a leopard on its prey. Their mouths were all a gap, chanting the words "sacrifice" over and over again. From behind the mob, your eyes locked with your sister's. You could practically feel the despair rolling off her figure as she covered her eyes and fell to her knees, her whole body rattling with a sort of distant rage...

A full day....it's funny how time passes all so quickly no matter what you do. Day in and day out nothing changes, pain is still pain, laughter is still laughter. Time just keeps slipping from between your fingers like sand. Even in the direst of times, Time doesn't show mercy, never once does it cease. It just ticks and ticks away until the inevitable moment arrives.

Your sister and aunt -the only two relatives that you hadn't lost to the fae- were in charge of preparing you for your so-called "wedding". Since your town was poor and isolated from other civilizations there wasn't much they could do to enhance your beauty. Smashing some berries to add color to your lips -and fervently ravishing the remains- using some coal to add shade behind your eyes, as well as around them and patting the dust of rose petals against your cheek. By the end, you hardly recognized the person staring back from the mirror. Sure the adjustments were minor but this was the most stunning you'd ever looked. "Is it almost time" your voice quivered, failing to hide the tears that began to fall. "Please don't cry sweetheart, we don't have any more coal to fix your eyes with." Your aunt's tone was monotone almost bordering on heartless. You couldn't really blame her, she'd gotten so used to having her loved ones plucked from her. One more would be no different. Sniffing as to keep the tears at bay, you nodded slowly. Your glossy eyes locked with your aunt's you could see the same fear and exhaustion in her fading irises as the night her son was slaughtered in front of her.

"Just a few reminders" your sister's voice was cheery like the chirping of early morning birds, but her face mimicked that of a kicked puppies. "Remember when the prince...fae...when he..you know...Oh, Lord please tell me he won't" She was shivering again. Her face twisted in horror. You knew what she was thinking, she was imagining you laying in the bed of that...that thing. She was imagining him entering you, kissing up and down your neck. Leaving patches of red skin over smooth flesh, bruises wherever his clawed hands touched you. She was imagining what was no doubt going to happen to you tonight...

the mere thought made bile rise to your throat.

"Darling, just keep saying how much you like it. It's all any man wants to hear." again your aunt or rather her lackluster form of speech was the rope binding you to your sanity.

"Do fae even have...those parts like humans do?" Your sister asked, only to be met with a glare from your aunt. "Stop wasting time on pointless questions! Hurry up and see if this dress fits your sister."

Sure enough, as you were escorted to where the thorn bushes met the village, two men, one standing tall and proud, whilst the other looked like he may topple over from fatigue at any moment, were awaiting you.

The green-haired man let out a haughty laugh, his blazing eyes scanning you from head to toe. "She's hardly worthy of the young master!" His dreadful voice was like the booming of thunder clouds. "It doesn't matter, Malleus-sama needs to be wedded off quickly so he can produce an heir. None of us are getting any younger by standing here debating the "worthiness" of yet another measly human" the silver-haired male's voice was the exact opposite of his comrades, his voice was soft and breathy like light drizzle after a storm.

The green-haired man looked ready to argue once more, but before he could open his mouth, his violet-eyed counterpart waved something thin in the air casing a pathway to open between the hedges.

It was dark between the brambles. The air was thick, stuffy, every breath was a struggle. Although it seemed neither of your traveling buddies minded the discomfort. Did fae even need air to survive?

After what could have been no less than a couple of hours, your small group made it to a large clearing where only a few rays of the sun leaked through the thick smoky clouds. Miss matched flowers in shades of grey littered the rocky barren ground. Maybe at some point, this place had been beautiful, stunning even...but whenever that time had been it was long gone now.

As you ventured farther into this monochrome land of loss and sorrow, the three of you approached a castle. It towered over everything else, grim in all its glory. "Young master Malleus is awaiting you inside..." The green-haired male's voice trailed off as his speech was interrupted by the deafening creaking of the doors parting open. Without another word the two men dragged you inside, pushing you through spiral staircases and long bleak passageways. Until you arrived at a lavish-looking room, a large throne sitting smugly in the front of the room. It's black, spiked appearance was enough to make you gasp in horror, you didn't desire to meet the monster that perched atop that throne. "Don't be so afraid." the silver-haired man whispers, his head is almost resting on your shoulder. "Malleus-sama is kind and fair. He is sure to love you better than any human ever could." you catch a hint of nostalgic sadness in the last part, like a long lost part of the lavender eyed boy's past caught in his throat like a glass shard.

Trumpets roared through the room blaring as two men, one short and fickle whilst the other tall and brooding walked in. "Malleus~" The short one sang as they both stopped in front of you "Say hello to your lovely new wife." the tall man's emerald eyes landed on you. His lips parted in a threatening smile...or maybe it was a smirk? He didn't seem to be too good at displaying emotions. Slowly he descended onto one knee, slipping your hand into his and kissing the top lightly.

"Hello, my darling little wife."

🧡🦁Leona Kingscholar🦁🧡

The After Glow Savanna was an absolute hell to be born in if your family did not belong to some royal inner court class. The endless days spent scavenging for scraps of food, walking miles for a simple glass of water, had become a sort of broken, habit beaten into the residents of the smaller less fortunate districts.

Eventually, you too would follow in your parent's footsteps, working odd jobs around the neighborhood, getting married to some guy, having kids, and giving them the same dreary life your parents had given you. It was simple -miserable- but simple never the less. In an odd way, you found a sort of comfort in how everything was set in stone. How you'd suffer through a few years then die of starvation or some disease in your husband's arms.

But little did you know that the only comfort you had in your horrible life was also going to be swiped from you.

When Ruggie, a dear childhood friend of yours returned from his prestigious school for the winter holidays you were overjoyed! A week with your best friend was the greatest gift you could ask for! But that excitement soon dulled when he announced to the neighborhood what the royal family had planned for the underdeveloped parts of the country.

"They want to demolish the homes and build parks and shopping strips instead"

The people of your tiny community gasped, shock and hopelessness mixing over their dirty, worn out faces. Some older siblings shielded the ears of their younger kin, some mothers hugged their children closer to their chests. "They can't do that to us!" Your voice was like a beacon through the thick fog of confusion. "We can't let them!" You turned to Ruggie who was seated next to you. His blue-grey eyes held a foreign sadness that you had never seen before. He was hiding something...something so grim that he was forced to shove it into the depths of his soul, locking it up and throwing away the key.

"There is a way..."

For such a hopeful phrase, Ruggie's tone harbored no happiness. You could practically see the tears that were clouding his beautiful eyes. "Tell us" someone from the crowd demanded, others soon joined in with their own chants. For a long moment, Ruggie said nothing, the shouts of despair falling on deaf ears.

"If.." his voice trailed off, as his gaze grew distant.

"If someone from the neighborhood were to marry the second prince..." Gasps of fear filled the air. Even the mere mention of the second prince's name was enough to send chills down people's spins.

"Then they could, as the newly appointed princess, convince the royal family and counsel to scrap this monstrous plan." No one uttered another word. No one was brave enough to face the man who could destroy anything with a simple touch.

But the sake of these people, people who had nothing but their families and a muddy roof over their head was on the line.

Do something, a tiny voice in your head screamed, save them, it begged. You shifted your head so to get a glimpse of Ruggie's face. "I-" you began but were cut off before you could even finish.

"I know you would say that."

His voice broke over every syllable. He knew you would give up your depressing nostalgia for the sake of others. Life in the castle would be hell, being married to that monster would be something worst than the dwellings of the devil.

It was a speedy arrangement, so fast that your head didn't have time to process anything. In the end, it almost seemed like the royal family was desperate to find a spouse for their youngest son.

Just marry him! Was what all the absentee looks told you.

Early that morning, Ruggie had dragged you to the castle, all tears, and grumbles. The palace guards let him in with no restrain, it almost felt like he'd been here before. Your childhood friend led you to a room in the further corner of a grand hall. He told you to stay outside as he went in to chat with the prince. Moments later the newly appointed king and queen came to usher you into a privet room and discuss the marriage. Not an hour later your fate had been sealed, you'd be married off to prince Leona tomorrow at sunrise. For "historical purposes" your neighborhood would be preserved and even taken care of. 'Historical purposes' you thought 'more the like a bribe to get you to marry this beast.

that night you were dragged this way and that by the queen herself. Taken for fitting after fitting. Trying on hundreds of wedding dresses who's prices could feed every mouth in your neighborhood for months! "Leona isn't very classy" the queen sighed in disappear. "He would probably prefer you to be in something laxer, shorter if you will" the tailors ran around trying to find something that would fit her vague description, as you stood facing her royal highness.

"What's he like?" you asked soullessly

"Spoiled, although not as heartless as the rumors make him out to be" She didn't seem to like giving straight answers

"will he harm me? It was an honest question, although the lack of thinking it took before the queen replied made your heart skipped a beat.

"Quite possibly, he is rather...aggressive at times. Just don't let his degrading comments get to you. He's not used to being around people"

The more she described the second-born prince the more it seemed she was actually speaking of some feral dog that had raised in isolation.

Oh, how doomed you were.

The wedding was even faster than the preparation. Ruggie walked you down an aisle of flowers, walking over the petals, killing them once and for all, ending their pointless existence. You stood by your self at the altar awaiting your husband to be. It took a rather long time before the doors were flung open and the king waltzed in carrying his struggling brother under his arm. "No need to worry, Leona was taking one of his catnaps again and forgot about today's events" the king announced, in what could only be described as a mock lively tone.

How on earth does someone forget their wedding! This prince really wasn't a typical human...heck you where beginning to think that the feral dog would have made a better groom.

snap, snap

A few magazine pictures here, a couple of family photos there...

Everything was so bright and loud...

right before you and the second prince were thrown into the darkness of his room. In the obscurity, you could ONLY make out the glowing of his emerald eyes.

You could feel him shifting closer, all the while you took shaking steps backwards. " I thought wives were supposed to leap into the arms of their husbands? Tell me little herbivore do I frighten you?"

Your voice refused to leave your throat, too afraid to come into contact with the prince.

"What's the matter? Did they not teach you to speak in on the streets you grew up on. Poor thing~"

Leona pounced across the room, tackling you to the ground. His sheer weight pinning you to the carpeted floor. The sound of fabric tearing echoed through the silence.

How careless these royal were was the only intelligible thought that came to your frenzied brain.

Goosebumps littered your skin as Leona's claws cut into your flesh. His lips kissed over each wound as he made his way up to your cherry painted lips.

"You look so cute, you know, like a little mouse about to get devoured by a starving lion."

💙💀Idia Shroud💀💙

The rhythm of his heartbeat was slowing down, it felt like the patter of ants atop one's flesh. He was dying...this was an irreversible fact. The love of your life was dying and there was nothing you could do but sit idly by and watch the life fade from his pale bruised face. Your thumb ran over his knuckles in robotic-like strokes. Hours had passed, you'd shed all the tears that you had. He was gone...that was all there was to it.

For a hopeless second, you flicked your eyes to the open window on the opposite side of the room, There was never any sun on the island of lamination but regardless today seemed brighter than any other day. "How cruel" you muttered in a deadpan voice. Outside something...or better yet...someone was running through the fields, chasing what looked like a butterfly. The young child had blazing blue hair a symbol of the Shroud family...

THE SHROUD FAMILY

Your breath hitch in your lungs, your heart began to pound furiously in your chest. They could help you though hopefully. There family where distant relatives of the god of the underworld and a few years back -to your regulation- the hair of the family had been able to semi revive his younger brother. If he was able to bring back a child from the dead than surly they would have no problem returning your lost lover to you.

Your eyes waltz over his dormant face one last time before you got up and ran for the door.

"This is all for you my love, all of this is for you"

The Shroud family mansion was located at the top of one of the many hills that plagued the island. It was a dark grisly building that resembled the castles from old tales, where monsters laid dormant. Rumors spiraled around the rural civilization, some saying that the family was cursed by the lord of the dead, whilst others claimed that the shroud family were the long lost descendants of the lord of the dead and the maiden of spring. The curse had been placed on the family by the temperamental mother of the maiden of spring, anathematizing the family to be plagued with death and disappear for the rest of eternity.

Regardless of what their misfortune was, they may very well be the last people on earth who could help you. Surely if the family had brought back their youngest than they could bring back your lover!

You knuckles tapped furiously at the old metal doors of the frightful residence. The rhythm was unkept, unsteady, it's mere sound radiated urgency.

"PLEASE HELP ME"

Your throat burned as you screamed out those three lousy words.

After what felt like forever, the doors cracked open, revealing a tall man obscured by the shadows. Any light that touched the interior of the house seemed to die acidity, making peering inside nearly impossible.

"What business do you have?" The man's voice was croaky as if his vocal cords hadn't been used in years. For a split second, you closed your eyes, trying to organize the thoughts in your head. "My...my...h-hus...lover, my lover is d-dead...o-or rather he is dying....probably fully gone by now..." despite the mess of stuttered letters and mixed-up words, the man seemed to understand your situation. With a long sigh, he pulled you into the somber house.

Fingers still wrapped tightly around your wrist he pulled you around, guiding you through the darkness until you reached a large room lit only by the mysterious blue flames of the fireplace. Sitting by the warmth was a...well it was hard to tell, her face -despite it displaying every bone of her visage coupled with dark sunken eyes- resembled that of a woman no older than thirty, whilst her body resembled a decaying skeleton. What was she? Was she the lady of the residence or yet another monster this bizarre family had created.

"My, love" the man began to speak, his voice was somehow cleared like it had been given some sort of jolt. "This young lady needs Idia's help, she wants to bring back her lover from the dead."

The woman said nothing, her eyes staring ahead, burning a hole in the wall right by your head. "What will she give him in return" despite her "deteriorating" appearance her voice was like soft silk on one's skin, melodious and fair.

"Why herself!" This time the man's voice boomed across the house, echoing through the hallways and falling on you like a cave in.

"M-myself! What the hell do you mean!"

"It sounds fair" the women agreed "my darling sweet son saves your lover and instead you agree to marry him! Oh how wonderful, just like in the tales about grandfather Hades!"

She seemed too thrilled about this, her snow-white eyes gleaming with a sort of delusional passion.

"Idia! Idia honey! Come down your father has a surprise for you!"

The hollow sound of footsteps soon filled the quiet air. Followed by another soft blue glow.

Was there no normal fire in this house?

But it wasn't fire, not exactly. When your eyes fell on the heir of the Shroud family, you suddenly felt a nervous wave crash over you. There was something -even more- unsettling about him, he looked nothing like his charming little brother. For one his hair wasn't...well hair! Sure you'd expect a small batch of blazes heading upwards but this was something else entirely! It resembled a large bonfire that floated towards the ground, rouge sparks falling in every which direction, sizzling and then dying abandoned on the floor. And his eyes, Miosis like pupils floating around in a pool of lemon yellow.

But all the physical appearances aside, the most unsettling thing about him was the gloomy aura that leaked off him, suffocating anyone in his presence. Nervously you took a step back only to be yanked forward again by the taller man.

"Idia baby!" His mother ran over to him, cradling his hands in hers "This cute young lady has agreed to marry you if you can save her lover, just like in that old tale about your great grandfather! Oh, my this is all so romantic!"

It seemed like no one here understood that you were in love WITH SOMEONE ELSE! Or maybe they did and chose to disregard it. Instead, using the bits they retained as kindling to feed their raw excitement. You shifted your gaze back to Idia's face. To your utter terror, he was...smiling? Could that...look...even be called a smile? It seemed more like the way a shark would bare its teeth at a defenseless seal! Oh, gods please don't let this...thing...be your future husband!

"It should be easy enough," His golden gaze landed on you "W-when did...did he die?" it took a few moments before you register that he was talking to you or technically asking you something. "A...A few..." your voice cracked, tears streaming down your eyes.

"So recently...okay that shouldn't be a p-problem." He turned on his heels and walked back into the seclusion of the halls "I'll grab some things and meet you by the front door"

A few things ended up being a pile of wires and bolts. Something that looked like a light blue ball of energy and so many tools whose names seemed to go over your head.

Idia was kneeling by your lover's bed, pulling apart the skin and fusing metal in its place. Your darling's chest was cracked open, his ribs poking out towards the sky as if praying for life from the lord of the sky. Every once in awhile Idia would pull out a long tool with smoke floating from the top. He'd lay it on an organ watching as the tissue fiber sizzled away under the heat. He would then tie wires and small circular batteries inside.

"His heart stopped working, I'm guessing from some sort of shock"

You just hummed in response, too caught up in how the man you loved was beginning to look like a modern-day Frankenstein rather than a human being.

The sun had long since faded when Idia finally got up from his spot. His bones cracked and screeched at the sudden change, his muscles giving out halfway leaving him to rely on the wall for support to stand. Your lover's chest had been sewn back and covered with a silver piece of metal. His neck was wrapped in the same sort of alloy. His left arm had been cut open so Idia could shove the energy ball inside than cover it, leaving a small enough gap for wires that stretched from his chest to weld into the ball.

"He just needs a boost" Idia murmured that shark-like grin overtaking his pale face once more. From the side table, he plucked up to jumper cables and clipped them on either side of his neck. Jolts and crackles filled the room and sparks flew in every direction, the once-dead body shuffled around, arms and legs moving at random. You shrieked and duck behind Idia.

Only then did he pry the clips from his neck.

Nothing

for too long nothing happened... then there was a slight wiggle in one finger, then another. His eyes slowly began to prey open, looking over his surroundings. The moment his confused gaze feel onto you. Idia turned you around to face him, clumsily smashing his blue chapped lips onto yours.

From the corner of his eyes, Idia watched as the other man began to understand what was happening...even if he was just resurrected there was still agony at the sight of his lover kissing another...

Good! That should show him who you belonged to now!

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tothemeadow · 3 years

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Commissioned by @azurenocturne

Douma x Reader

- After your friend disappears while investigating the Eternal Paradise, you decide to follow after her. Little do you know, but the leader of the cult, Upper Moon Two, is as beautiful as he is conniving... -

warnings: mentions of death, blood, and gore

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Birds of a feather flock together, but not this time. She’s walking on an unfolded road in a distant dream, long gone, almost forgotten. Sometimes, her laughter rings in your ears. Sometimes, when you close your eyes, you can see that very day, cloaked with white and the chill of winter.

It’s because of her that you’re the person you are today.

Seasons have passed, as have many moons; day by day, you wait for your crow to bring you an ounce of good news, but to no avail. Months have gone by, and yet your friend has still not uttered a single word.

You’re confident in her skills, of course. She’s a tough fighter, practically too stubborn to die, but paranoia follows you around, wraps around you tightly during the night’s long hours. You figure it must be because of the façade she must put up – to be captured means death.

The lead she told you about was strong, and she was more than determined to follow it to its ends and meet the leader for herself. The Eternal Paradise, as she explained, where Upper Moon Two leads blind followers to their deaths. It’s disgusting, isn’t it?

From your understanding, some demon sat on a pile of corpses and bones with an entourage of mindless sheep waiting for slaughter. It is disgusting, down to the tiniest detail. You encouraged your friend to take down such a damned blood-thirsty creature, but you sent her off with plenty of warnings in your stead. If anything looked to shady or dangerous to deal with, you begged her to make her return home. She didn’t deserve to die in a place like that, not to people like those.

You wish you were naïve. You wish you could tell yourself that it would be okay, that your friend will come back to you safe and sound someday, but that’s not the case. Your gut told you otherwise, warned you of the truth. She was in danger and needed help, whether she liked it or not. You had to follow down that same road, seemingly disappear and become one with this so-called “organization.”

She was going to come home.

“You’ll like it here, sister,” Hanako says, voice devoid of all emotion. Hanako was appointed as your ”guide,” told to show you around the mansion, provide the ins and outs of how the cult worked. Unlike the others straggling in the halls, her expression is plain and lifeless. With hollowed cheeks and sunken eyes, you wondered what hell she must’ve been through to find herself living in the halls of the Eternal Paradise.

As you pass the others, they turn to you with way too pleasant smiles, their eyes squinting to the point where it looks painful. There’s no way that they’re that happy to be here, right…? Surely, they’d have to notice how some of their fellow followers randomly disappear from time to time. It’s possible that their demon leader manipulates them to forget, or straight out threatens them to keep silent…

“You’ll be staying in here,” Hanako says, coming to an abrupt stop in front of a room. The room itself is on the smaller side, nearly devoid of any furniture besides a rolled-up futon sitting to the side. “This is where I reside,” Hanako continues. “There used to be another, but then they decided to leave.” Stepping inside, Hanako unceremoniously drops the spare futon and pillow she was holding onto the floor.

The hairs on the back of your neck stand straight at her ominous words. “Uh, what do you mean, they left? I thought anybody who became part of the… Eternal Paradise would never want to leave?” Saying the words leaves a nasty taste in your mouth; you’re a slayer, for gods’ sakes. You shouldn’t even be here, but you’re determined to find your friend. It’s partially your fault that she came here all by herself; you should’ve tagged along, made sure she wasn’t alone when going up against a cult.

Hanako blinks at you, her eyes a cold, empty shell. “They died.”

What?

“Everyone lives, everyone dies. That’s life, after all,” Hanako says. “They left before they passed. To die in this sacred place… It’s repulsive. Our lord doesn’t deserve such disrespect. Imagine if I woke up to a corpse and had to tell our lord? He’d punish me for not dealing with it.”

Swallowing thickly, you turn away. If Hanako was afraid of telling the demon that somebody died – that in itself raises an alarm, jeez – then what were they even like? Cruel and ruthless, obviously; why so followers, then? Don’t they know who they’re even dealing with?

“Hmmm, I don’t think I’ve seen you before,” a new voice says.

Hanako squeaks, then, whirling around to the door and snapping over in a deep bow. “Fool,” she hisses at you, “what do you think you’re doing? Show some respect!”

Glancing towards the door, your entire mouth goes dry in an instant. A large, muscular man almost completely fills the doorway, his wide shoulders nearly spanning the entire length of the opening. He’s beautiful, simply put; birch hair, multicolored eyes, a face carved by the gods. The man’s entire being oozes with power and intensity, yet his enticing scent is tinged with blood. So, this is the leader, Upper Moon Two, it seems. After another moment’s hesitation, you follow after Hanako and bend at the waist.

“Forgive me, my lord,” Hanako stammers. Rather than her monotonous tone before, she addresses her leader with the outmost respect. “The newcomer obviously needs to learn the proper mannerisms.”

The demon giggles. Shivers run down your spine; he isn’t like any other demon you’ve encountered, not by a longshot. The room becomes even more cramped as he steps in, his large body mere steps away from you. “Stand, my darlings,” he purrs.

Hanako shoots upright, her usual blank expression twisted into a pleased grin. Wringing her hands before her, she rocks back and forth on her heels, seemingly having a bit of trouble holding back her excitement. Like her, you stand straight, but you take the chance to truly analyze the man before you.

True, while he is one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen, you’re all too aware of what he really is, what he really does. Cocking his head, his long hair sweeps over his shoulder, frames his attractive face. He flashes you a knowing smile. Heart dropping to your stomach, you wonder if he knows who you are, just like you know who he is.

“I don’t think that will be much of an issue,” he continues. Offering his hand to you, he silently urges you to take it. “Welcome to the Eternal Paradise,” he purrs, “My name is Douma.”

You’re a fool. A total, complete fool.

How… how could you be so stupid? After all this time, after all the effort into finding your friend… You should have never come. That bastard stole your heart even though you knew it was wrong, terribly so, and yet you did it anyway. Despite knowing Douma is a demon and that he kills people for the fun of it, you fell for him. Hell, you should slit your own stomach for pulling such a move.

He played you this entire time, pulling at your heartstrings and treating you with utmost kindness. You let love get in the way of your mission, cloud your thoughts; for a short while, you believed that maybe things would turn out okay, that you would somehow have a happy ending to the story you call life.

But no, that isn’t how things work. Karma, that bloodthirsty queen, always gets what she wants.

You’re not sure what’s worse – the slurping of blood or the smell of it. No, scratch that; it’s the look in Douma’s eyes, the surge of power and unadulterated hunger. Violent rivers stream from your eyes, ungracefully drip from your chin and onto the wooden planks below. That’s your friend he’s eating, her blood that he drinks.

“I’ve always preferred female flesh, female blood…” Douma begins, tongue flicking out over his lips. His fangs gleam ruby as he flashes you a smile. “They’re so sweet, so wonderfully soft… How do you do it, love? How is your kind so delicious?”

“Don’t you dare call me that!” you growl. “You don’t have the bloody right to.”

Placing a bloody hand to his chest, Douma has the audacity to look offended. “That’s not what you said last night.” The corners of his mouth curl salaciously, a dark giggle spilling from his lips. “If I recall correctly, you were begging for more, my little slayer.”

That makes it even worse. Cursing yourself internally, your grip on your blade tightens. There’s no point in trying to hide it anymore; Douma knew exactly who you were from the get-go. Both yours and your friend’s missions were complete and utter failures. You’ve entered a damned slaughterhouse, for gods’ sakes. You should’ve seen this coming, but your feelings got in the way.

“You never loved me, you twat,” you spit.

Douma cocks his head, drops your friend’s severed hand. “No, no, no,” he begins, drawing himself to his monstrous height, “that’s where you’re wrong. The truth is, well, I’ve never loved anyone!” He breaks into a malicious cackle, then, his whole face twisting with mirth. “And to think you fell in love with me! I’ll admit, I liked you better than the others, but loved? Don’t flatter yourself, dear. Nobody could ever love you, especially not me.”

“I’ll pin your fucking head to a spike and watch you burn.”

Through your torrent of tears, you spring at him, an animalistic growl ripping itself from your throat. Despite the grotesque, bloodcurdling rage surging through your veins, you have to remind yourself to breathe. People used to tell you all the time that you’re worthless, weak, and that you should give up on becoming a proper slayer. At the time, you’ve become so angry that they were right; being a Breath of Water user, you could never get the technique correct. You envied others (mostly Tomioka Giyuu, the Water Pillar) for their abilities.

If it weren’t for your friend taking you to that viewing on that magical winter’s day, you would have never grown. No, you weren’t a Breath of Water user anymore; you honed your skills into something new, something wonderful. Breath of Ice is something to behold in itself, albeit relatively new. You’re proud of your graceful, fluid movements, but that nagging voice in the back of your head tells you that it’s pointless, just like what everyone else said before.

You didn’t want to do this, swirling around in a furious blizzard of snow and ice, floating and skirting around your friend’s remains. Douma follows through with each attack, nimbly dodging your blade, your range of attacks. In time, your body is covering with miniscule cuts, barely thicker than a hair, but the sheer amount of blood pouring from them is obscure. How much you’ve lost, you don’t know, but seeing crimson decorate the floor and Douma’s metallic fans tells more than you want to know.

It’s no good; he’s too strong, too fast, and he seems to know every single move you plan to make. Your face is wet with blood and tears, your vision blurring, snot running from your nose. A punched-out groan bursts from your chest as you’re knocked to the side, back colliding with the wall. You collapse to the ground with an unceremonious thump.

Gasping for breath, you scramble for your blade, fingernails digging into the wood in your desperation. A foot comes down on your hand, then, making you cry out in pain.

“I really thought you’d put up more of a fight,” Douma sneers. Dropping to his knee, he leans down over you, his hair curtaining his face. “Trying to take on an Upper Moon with an underdeveloped breathing technique… You’re so stupid!” With another cackle, he presses the tip of a fan to your throat. “You came all this way to save your little friend, and now look where you are! She’s dead! Funny how that works…”

“I’ll kill you, you lying bastard,” you wheeze.

“Love, you aren’t really in the position to say such things,” Douma says, his voice suddenly turning softer. It’s the same tone he used during the lovelier moments, the moments where he held you close and stroked your naked body. “I’ll let you stay with me forever, though. You’d make such a great decoration!”

“Douma, no-“

Splat.

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer x reader #douma x reader #douma #kny douma #commission #azurenocturne

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samthemarvelfan · 4 years

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Graveyard: Chapter One

-A Pet For The King-

Summary: Is being out of a cell worth all of this? ...probably not...

Pairing: Loki Odinson x OFC

Warnings: Sexual situations, innuendos, threatening, Loki is a dick.

A/N: Here we go! Off to the races! Do these two have a history? Sure seems like it... Tags are open.

There were at least 50 prisoners ahead of you awaiting their assignments at the work shed. Thanks to Korg, you’d been released from your cell, and sent for something called Joruuda’s Judgement.

From what you gathered, Joruuda is a green guy with 2 heads assigning people to different lines. A simple grunt—all of which sounded the same to you, and one of his assistants would shove you where he decided.

There’s about 10 people to go when you feel a soft tap on your shoulder. You turn, and your gaze immediately has to glance another 3 feet higher.

“Hey Ella, it’s me Korg.” The pile of rocks smiles happily.

You smile, shaking your head in disbelief. This guy really is too nice to be locked up in here.

“Hi, Korg.”

He stands awkwardly next to you as the line begins to move again. “Whatcha doing?” He asks.

You sigh. “Just awaiting destiny.”

“That’s a funny way to look at a life time of manual labor, but okay. Hey, that King guy is here. Wanna see him?” He asks innocently.

You scoff. “Why is a guy that’s supposedly a King down in the cells? Not much regality to be found in a dungeon.”

Korg shrugs. “Not sure, but I think the Grandmaster is letting him have his pick of concubines.”

You roll your eyes. “Wonderful.”

You’re next in 2 away from being judged, “No thanks, Korg. The guys is probably a lunatic, and I’ve had my fill of those.”

“Alright, suit yourself. Hopefully you don’t get sent to the 4th line.”

Your stomach churned, “Whats the 4th line, Korg...”

“Oh, that’s the ah, the sewage department.” He smiled.

“Next!” The assistant with the clipboard called.

You step up to the line marked on the floor. “Race?” She asks you.

“Asgardian.” You reply, attempting to avoid eye contact. Most people these days didn’t like hearing that someone had visited Asgard, let alone was a citizen.

One of Joruuda’s heads turn and looks at you abruptly. His three eyes scan you up and down, before growling something to the assistant on his left.

“Alright, Asgardian. Lane One.” She says. You smile meekly, and follow the guard.

Compared to the other lanes you’d seen, lane one was relatively empty. Just you and 6 or 7 other women; of every shape and color, mind you.

A guard holding the largest blaster you’d ever seen stood at the head of the line. “Listen up, urchins! Through that door you will remain silent! Stand there...look appealing...keep your mouths shut. For those of you selected...well, congrats. Those of you who aren’t?” He smirked, “I’ll see you in the sewers.”

Selected? You thought. For what?

If you’re being totally honest, you’re not exactly sure how much worse things for you could get, so you decided to roll with it.

A buzzer sounded, and the door ahead of you shot up, opening into a large white room.

The 8 of you file in and stand on marked spots. Curiosity got the better of you, and you start to look around. It seems to just be a large white room with one door on either side. On the wall ahead of you however, you notice a small seam across the bottom where it meets the floor.

Illusionary walls. You think to yourself.

Suddenly another buzzer sounds, and a voice comes over an intercom, speaking yet another language you don’t understand.

A door on the other side of the room opened, and a guard walked in. He makes his way to the group of you and without hesitation, grabs the front of your shirt and yanks you towards the door.

Shit, shit, shit! You didn’t actually prepare for what would happen had you been picked.

Three more guards walk past you, back into the room where the other girls are awaiting their fate. “Alright ladies, to the sewers!” One says happily. The last thing you hear before the doors shut is shrieking.

“This way...Asgardian.” The guard commands. Note to self, keep your origin story private from now on.

The guard escorts you down the dark hallway, and into a very questionable elevator. Then, a transport carrier arrives and escorts you to the one building towering over the rest of the city.

Once inside, you traipse down the red and white hallway, before stopping in front of a door. “Wait here. When the door opens, you can enter.”

You nod, not wanting to attract unnecessary attention. The guard takes a few paces behind you, but waits there with his gun at the ready.

After a few moments, the door slides up. You walk in, and see people in the bright clothing and markings all over their faces. A large, boisterous group is straight ahead of you, laughing. When they see you approaching, they part down the middle.

A man walks forward, dressed in the gaudiest outfit you’d ever seen. His nails and eyeliner matched the same shade of blue, and his assistant was the surliest looking woman you’d ever seen.

“Ah, here she is!” He leaned over to her, “it is a she...right, Topaz?”

“It is a she.” The stout woman replied monotonously.

It doesn’t take you long to realized that this nutjob is the Grandmaster.

“Wonderful, wonderful! Sire, I believe this is the one you’ve selected to be your concubine du jour?” He asks suggestively.

A crowd to your left splits a path, and you sense his presence before you see him.

“Oh yes, I do believe she’ll do wonderfully.” The smirk in his voice is undeniable.

No, not here. You think.

But he is here—Loki, in all his glory.

“You’ve got to be shitting me...” you scowl.

“Hey, hey! Language missy, this is the King of Assberg!” The Grandmaster boasts.

“Asgard.” You and Loki mumble simultaneously.

He laughs suggestively, “Ah look at that, bonding already I see. Well your majesty, please feel free to retire to your chambers. Those broad shoulders of yours must be quite tense, and I can see in your eyes you’re just dying to get a taste of...” he drifts off, unsure of what to call you.

“Prisoner 7648.” His assistant said boringly.

You rolled your eyes, “My name is Ella and I will not be going with him.”

As you turn around to leave, you’re met with the whirring of a laser blaster aimed straight at you.

Putting your hands up in surrender, you spin back around.

“Oh no actually, I think you will, won’t she?” The Grandmaster queried.

“Mmm.” Topaz replied.

Loki took a step forward. “Grandmaster, might I humbly request some privacy for the day? I’m quite pent up you see, and I’m not sure I’ll be able to control myself with this one.” He says, looking you up and down.

I’m going to kill you in your sleep. You think as loud as possible, knowing Loki is probably poking around in your head. A smirk crossed his lips for a moment, and you’re confident he read your mind.

Good.

“But of course. Feel free to join my pleasure vessel later, we embark after dinner.” He offers Loki, to which you feel the vomit rise in your throat.

I am surrounded by maniacs. You think to yourself.

“I shall consider it,” he replies. “For now, I’ll take to my chambers.” Loki’s gaze is upon you once more, but his eyes aren’t holding that signature arrogance you’re used too. They almost look...relieved?

Probably to leave this fools company.

The guards who escort you were equally as creepy as the rest, and while Loki roamed freely ahead of you, they’d chosen to shackle you—at Loki’s insistence.

“I can take it from here, gentlemen.” He said, punching in numbers on the keypad on the wall next to the door.

You keep silent as he walks you into the room, and removes your shackles.

“Now then—“

Slap!

Your hand reverberates off his cheek before the shackles hit the floor.

Loki’s face remains unphased as he grabs your wrist, squeezing it tightly. It’s hurts, but you won’t give him the satisfaction in telling him that.

“Striking the God who just saved you is not the wisest of choices.” He seethes.

His grip grows stronger, surely bruising you. “Saved me? You’re the reason I’m here in the first place, asshole!”

His tone lowers, “Careful, pet. You’ve no friends here, and I am still your king.” He warns.

You tear out of his grasp. “You’re nothing to me. Just the man who tried to have me killed.” You turn your back on him, and walk towards the window.

He laughs sardonically, “Don’t be so dramatic.”

“Dramatic?!” You shout, “You summoned a tidal wave to chase me down and drown me.”

His face shift into something you can’t decipher. “You would not have drowned. You’d have been pull back toward the palace, but instead you decided to not head my warnings and kept running.” You hear his footsteps carrying him closer to you.

“How did you even find me? Have you charmed me? Put some sort of location spell on me?” You sneer.

He chuckled, “You’re not worth the effort it would take to maintain it. I fell into the bifrost same as you, only I was wise enough not to get myself captured.”

You turn to him and cross your arms, “and how do you expect the Grandmaster will feel when he find out he’s housing a murderous usurper?”

Loki closes the space between the two of you, “Oh pet, I don’t expect him to become aware of any of that. A gentle reminder that I’m the only thing standing between you and a lifetime of slavery to that lunatic, so I suggest you do not try my temper.”

“Or what?” You prod.

He moves his lips close to your ear, “or I’ll have you sent back to your cell to rot away into eternity.” He whispers.

When he pulls his face back, his eyes are boring into yours, “Thoughts?”

You swallow thickly, your eyes unable to leave his gaze. As much as you detested the God before you, you knew better than test him. Besides, being with him is a much better choice than being a prisoner.

...well, a prisoner in a cell anyway.

You’d known Loki your whole life. There was a time when you’d never imagine he’d hurt you, but it’s all different now. After what he did all those years ago on Midgard, and what he’s done now to Odin, there’s no predicting him. His taste for power and purpose has drained him of his humanity.

“Fine, but if you think I’m going to serve as your concubine, you’ve got another thing coming.” You threaten, though after his words, the threat comes out meeker than intended.

Loki laughs, “If that’s what I wanted of you, I’d take you...right here,” he braces his palms against the window behind you, trapping your body between it and his. “Where everyone could see you come apart, but alas, I’ve other pressing matters, I’m afraid.”

Asshole.

“Why did you pick me then? You can’t possibly think I would uphold any loyalty to you. What purpose could you have for me?” You ask, trying to shrink from his gaze.

Loki pulled away from you, moving across the room. He removes his leather cloak, laying it on the bench at the end of his bed.

“I have plans. Plans that will require someone with your skills, and if you’d like to see Asgard again, you’ll do as your told.”

The anger building within you began to bubble over, “‘Do as your told?’, I’m not a dog, Loki. I’m not a pet you can train and command.”

“Actually,” he ponders, “that’s exactly what you are. Whilst on Sakaar, my pet you shall be.”

Sakaar? Well at least I know where I am, now.

He sits upon the bench, and removes his boots. “How long have you been here?” He asks suddenly.

You shrug, “I don’t know. A month? Maybe less maybe more. The days in the cells all blurred together.”

A sort of sadness flashes in his eyes, but you ignore it. You will not fall for the trickster god’s schemes.

“Hm, well I’ve been offered to join the Grandmaster for dinner. It’s supposedly quite the grand affair, so I suggest you bathe.” He says, looking you up and down once more.

Oh gosh, when was the last time you bathed? You can’t remember, and it’s embarrassing. You were never the fairest of maidens on Asgard, but right now you looked like something scraped off the bottom of a boot.

“Don’t fret, pet. I assume life was not full of grandeur in the dungeons. Bathe, and look presentable.”

You roll your eyes, “Forgive me, your majesty,” you sass, “it would appear I’ve left all of my fine silks and jewels on Asgard.”

Loki stands, and waves his hand over the bed. Through the reflects of green shimmer, appears a silk gown. Deep green in color, and far too revealing for your taste. “Now as for the jewels, I suppose I can make my pet a collar—“

“No.”

He smirks, “I thought not. Come, let us bathe.”

Your eyes widen, “I know how to bathe myself, and I can’t exactly run away down the drain, Loki.”

He opens the bathing room door, before turning back to you. “No, but these people seem to think I’m making you come undone in every conceivable way possible,” he husks, “and I can assure you, I would not be done yet. So I will stay with you a while longer, to maintain our ruse.”

You sigh, “You disgust me.”

Loki tuts, “Now, now. My pet would have the highest obedience. We’ll have to remedy that tongue of yours.” He runs his thumb across your bottom lip, and you have to resist the urge to bite it off.

“Bathe—now.” He orders.

You traipse past him into the bathing room. Sitting on the edge of the pool, you pull off your boots and your vest, pausing when you get to your tunic.

“Turn away.” You seethe.

Loki’s eyebrows raise, “It’s not like I haven’t seen a woman’s body before.”

“That may be true, but the only way you’re seeing this woman’s body is if you’ve developed the ability to see through clothing. Now turn away.”

...and he does. Which surprised the hell outta you.

Once you’re in the bath, you submerge you’re body fully under the milky water, leaving only your head visible. “Okay.” You announce.

Loki turns around and begins stripping off his clothing.

“What in the name of Yggdrasil do you think you’re doing?!” You shout.

“Bathing. I was in those dungeons for only a moment and I feel absolutely riddled with filth.”

You gasp and turn away when he reaches for his belt. “Absolutely not! There’s another bathing pool right there, Loki!”

He laughs, then you hear the water splash, and you can only assume he’s entered your pool. Lucky for you, it’s nearly 8 feet wide, so you tuck yourself into the far corner.

“Do you not recall the escapades of our youth? Bathing nude in the sea whilst the stars danced above us?” He croons, moving closer to you.

Loki reaches behind you, grabbing a wash sponge and hands it to you. “A lot has changed, Loki.”

The water ripples as he moves away from you again. “You’re right, and I intend to keep it that way.”

The milky water is above your bosom, shielding your body from his view as you wash yourself. While it’s not the most awkward thing in the world, considering how familiar you are with each other, it is unsettling.

“This is madness.” You mumble.

“Oh, pet,” Loki smirks, “The madness has not yet begun.”

#Loki #loki x ofc #Loki Angst #loki fanfic #loki x reader

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stormtrprinstilettos · 5 years

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“Move those hips like I know you can.” - Roger x fem!reader (smut)

Summary: It’s 1983 and Queen is recording their next album at the studio where you work, and things get a little heated between you and the drummer.

Word count: ~4.6K

Warnings: smut, age gap (21 vs. 35), smut, language, and smut. 18+ please and thank you

[A/N: I have no idea where this came from, but it happened. This is supposed to be a one shot, but if people want more, I can always keep the adventure going!]

You were stuck in an endless cycle of monotony. The same morning routine, the same route to work that seemed almost robotic (you didn’t even have to check the bus numbers anymore), same methodical system at your job, same route back home, and the same routine after getting back to your apartment. Change your clothes and laze around until bedtime. You had fallen into a monotonous routine on the weekends, too, since meeting a guy a couple of months ago. You’d wait for Alan to call, usually around 7:00 on Friday night, about an hour after you got home from work, and you’d meet him at the same bar, order the same drinks, stay for exactly two hours and fifteen minutes, then head back to your place. The only times things would change would be if you decided to have sex, and that was even monotonous.

This morning, though, was going to be the start of something different, or so you told yourself. Jack, one of the sound engineers at the studio where you worked as a glorified secretary, as you called yourself, agreed to let you sit in on a recording session today. Of course, he agreed before, but the artists who were recording on those days always seemed leery of letting you sit in. You weren’t sure why – it’s not like you were going to touch anything – but it always ended up happening where you’d be told “maybe next time.” The most you were ever allowed in was when you were delivering food or drinks or whatever other stupid things these prima donnas wanted.

Today, if this band said they didn’t want you there, you were going to put up an argument. Okay, so you were going to beg and promise not to do anything stupid. At least you were going to try not to do anything stupid. Jack was a little nervous about inviting you in – this was your favorite band, and he saw how nervous you’d get around people you weren’t even fans of, so he didn’t even want to imagine any possible catastrophe that could have happened if you became a bumbling idiot. “Come on, Jack,” you pleaded as you were literally on your knees begging. “I’ll probably be too scared to even say anything, let alone move. I’ll sit in the corner. I promise.”

Of course, as your luck would have it, the four members of your favorite band (and their manager) walked in as you were on your knees, begging and pleading and making promises you knew you never had any intention of fulfilling. In fact, the first time they saw you was when you were standing up from behind your desk as he was chuckling. Not exactly the first impression you wanted to give.

“Do you mind if she sits in with us today?” Jack asked them as you were standing up. “She won’t break anything.” You were too mortified to turn around, and they were too shocked to say anything. You wanted to cry and run away, but that would have made you look even worse. Jack started to howl with laughter. “This is not what it looks like.” You heard five men behind you all start to laugh, and you slowly turn around. “She was just being dramatic.”

“It may be nice to have new ears,” Freddie says with a chuckle. “What’s your name, darling?”

You were trying desperately not to bumble, instead forcing yourself to exude confidence and smile. “I’m Y/N,” you say as you hold out a hand to shake. “I, uh…” You want to die, right there in front of everyone, as your nerves start to take over.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Y/N,” Freddie says with a smile. “These are the others,” he waves his hand in their direction. “And I’m sure they won’t mind having you sit in with us either.” He turns to them. “Right?” They all smile and let you know that they don’t mind as they start to file in.

You quickly turn to Jack after they are out of your line of vision and slap him on the shoulder. “What the fuck, Jack? You could have told me they were walking in!” You’re still feeling absolutely mortified and want to cry. “Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was?”

“No, I don’t, but it was funny as hell,” he says though his hard laughter. “Come on. Let’s go in.”

Your nerves started to subside after that first day when all you did was sit there in a daze. Sure, they just oozed rock star vibes, naturally, but once your brain fully comprehended the fact that you were indeed not dreaming and that you were really sitting in listening to and watching Queen make their music, you felt much calmer. And they did everything they could to make you feel at ease. John was the one who would make you giggle constantly with bad jokes. Brian was somewhat reserved, soft spoken, but he did chat you up with interesting conversation after finding out you were learning how to play guitar. Freddie made you feel like your presence was appreciated, always calling you in to ask your opinion on things, which he and the others did take into consideration. Then there was Roger, who was exactly how you imagined him to be when you’d fantasize about meeting them – a funny, eternal flirt. Not that you minded one bit. You were used to men flirting with you, and this was Roger fucking Taylor, the epitome of your teenage rockstar fantasy – like you were going to have a problem with him flirting with you. Much to your surprise, you had no problem dishing it back to him.

“Don’t you have better things you want to be doing right now?” he asks you that first Friday night they were recording. “I’m sure a pretty thing like you has someone else to be spending a Friday night with besides us two blokes,” he chuffed as he pointed behind the glass to John.

You shrug. “I’m quite enjoying myself right now,” you smile. “I find all of this interesting.” Your smile faded into a smirk. “Company’s good, too.”

“Yeah,” he smirks back. “I’ve no complaints.” The two of you were snapped out of your mutual flirting session by John, who was beckoning Roger for some help.

Jack wheels his chair back to where you are sitting and raises an eyebrow, and you raise one back. “You know his reputation,” he mumbles quietly. You roll your eyes, smirk and say nothing. He starts to laugh loudly. “I forgot who I’m talking to. You chew them up and spit them out with the best of them.”

“Jesus Christ, Jack,” you say a bit too loudly as you’re laughing too, catching the attention of Roger and John, who you didn’t realize were within listening range. “Why keep them around if they start to get boring?”

“We’re going to call it a day,” John said as he walked over to where you were, interrupting your conversation. “We’ll be back tomorrow afternoon.” He and Roger walked out after saying their goodbyes, leaving you and Jack to straighten everything out before locking up.

Jack left first, leaving you behind to turn out the lights. When you walked out and locked the door, you heard a voice coming from behind you. “So what does Miss Y/N do around here on a Friday night?” It was Roger, and he startled you a little bit, giving the both of you quite a laugh.

“Usually? I just go down to the bar and have a few drinks. I’m not very adventurous,” you giggle.

“Ah, keep it simple,” he chuffed. “Care for some company?”

Really? you think to yourself. He wants to hang out with me? After getting over the initial shock, you nod your head. “Sure,” you smile. “But I must warn you – I’m quite boring.”

“Nah,” he chuckles and holds out his arm for you to lock yours into. “We’ll have fun I’m sure.”

When you walk into your usual hangout, it seems like all eyes turn to you. You don’t think anything of it – it’s full of all the same regulars as every other night. You exchange pleasantries with a few of them and lead Roger to the back corner after stopping at the bar to get drinks.

“Tell me about yourself,” he says. “Other than work, what do you get up to?”

You roll your eyes, unamused. “This,” you say as you wave your hands around. “Work and this pretty much consumes my time.” You raise your brow. “Told you. I’m quite boring.”

He started to laugh. “You live in Los Angeles. There’s a lot you can get into over here.”

“I hate it here,” you mumble. “I’m only here for this stupid job, and it doesn’t seem like I’m ever going to get where I want to be.” His face turns concerned. “I’m sorry. There’s no need to start my whining,” you chuckle, but he gives you a look that tells you he wants to hear what you have to say. “I took the assistant job at the studio with the understanding that I was going to be shown the actual workings. So far, that hasn’t happened.”

“You seem to be learning things?”

“All I’m doing is watching,” you shrug. “But at least I get to do that.”

“I’ll make sure you get to do more than just watch.” There was a different tone in his voice when he told you that. It went beyond flirtation, and you didn’t know if he was even talking about the studio anymore. You were staring into each other’s eyes and smirking, forgetting that other people were around. He inches his hand closer to yours on top of the table, making sure he grazed just close enough to barely touch you. What the fuck is happening right now? you screamed internally, hoping your face didn’t let on that you were giddy as hell.

Just then, there’s a tap on your shoulder. You turn and see Alan. “I was calling you, but I guess you didn’t answer because you’re already here.” Your head falls into your hands. “Who is this?” he asks as he points to Roger.

You bite your top lip in annoyance and look up to him. “This is Roger and we’re…”

“… on a date,” Roger finishes, smiling at you.

“A date?” Alan yells. “So you’re cheating on me with this old guy?”

“Cheating?” You say with a hearty laugh. Roger leans back and crosses his arms, clearly amused but not saying a word.

Alan is upset. “But… we…”

“We fuck when I want to fuck, Alan. That’s all we do.” You’re looking up at him with sheer annoyance, hoping he walks away while he still has a small amount of dignity left.

“But you told me…” he starts to whine, annoying you even more.

“Oh, come on. I never made you any promises,” you pop back, rolling your eyes.

“You said you enjoy my company, and we…”

“We fuck. That’s it. I’ll say anything as long as the dick is big enough.” You wave him away.

Alan stomps away, feeling humiliated and Roger roars with laughter. “That was brutal, Y/N. Where has this person been hiding? Who knew you had it in you to be vicious?” He leaned over the table and looked at you curiously. “This is probably rude, but how old are you anyway?”

“That’s quite rude,” you chuckle, “and I’m 21.”

People start to recognize him and begin to stare and whisper. “Everyone’s looking at you,” he jokes.

“They’re not looking at me. They see me all the time. Probably wondering what I’m doing here with an old guy,” you giggle. People start to approach him at the table. He takes it in stride at first, but you can tell he’s starting to get a little bit annoyed. “Want to get out of here?” you ask with a whisper.

He nods his head and you get up from the table and head outside. “So where else does Miss Y/N go on a Friday night?” he asks as you start to walk down the street.

“Told you. The bar and home. That’s my fun filled evenings,” you shrugged.

“Let’s go, then.” He smirks as you look up at him. “Seriously. Let’s go. Show me boring. I haven’t had boring since ‘68.”

“Would you like something to drink? Eat?” you ask after walking in your apartment.

“No, thanks.” He walks over to your stereo and starts glancing over your music collection, quite impressed by the organization of it all. “Alphabetical order. Nice,” he chuckles, rubbing his finger starting at letter A and stopping when he gets to the Q. “Ah, I see you’re a fan of those idiots from England,” he laughs. “They’re alright.”

The whole moment is completely surreal to you. This whole week had been, but right now – right this second – was more surreal than anything else that had happened. Roger Taylor, in your living room, looking at your music collection – in your living room. He comes and sits down right next to you on the sofa. “Do you want the TV on?” you ask, quietly as he inches himself as close to you as possible. He smiles and shakes his head no, as he brings a hand up to your hair. You take a deep breath, trying hard to mask your nerves, but you’re not doing a very good job. You just know he can hear your heart beating in your chest.

“Am I making you nervous?” he chuckles. “You don’t have to be nervous.”

“I’m sorry. It’s just…” He takes his hand away from your hair and moves it down your arm, taking hold of your hand. You start to giggle. “This is 16-year-old me’s fantasy right now.” You start to feel your face flush with embarrassment and you look down, unable to control your nervous giggle.

“Well,” he starts with a soft tone in his voice. “21-year-old you gets to live it out.” He lifts your chin, making your eyes meet with his, as he smiles gently. “If she wants to, of course, help 35-year-old me live out his.” He can see the somewhat baffled look come across your face. “What?” he laughs. “Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed my relentless attempts to be as close to you as I could possibly get.”

“Me?” you ask, laughing. “I’m your fantasy?”

“I’ve been thinking about all the things I want to do to you since I saw you on Monday, Y/N,” he says with a raspy, throaty tone as he smirks mischievously.

“Oh yeah?” you ask, biting your bottom lip, completely forgetting your nerves. “Like what?”

“Should start with a kiss, yeah?” he says as he leans in to you, taking your lips in his, giving you the most tingling sensation you’ve ever felt from anyone before. His lips are soft and soothing, and feel like velvet against yours. You move a hand to the back of his neck, gently rubbing your fingernails against the bottom of his hair, as he moves a hand behind your head, gently rubbing on your scalp. You don’t break the kiss as you move to straddle his lap, making it easier for you to kiss him. You pull back gently to look at him, making sure this is actually happening. He smiles and puts his hands on your hips as you lean back in for more kissing. “I saw you dancing through the window yesterday,” he sneered with a smile. “Move those hips like I know you can.” He starts to nudge your hips back and forth as you smirk at him, and you get the hint to keep moving as he runs his hands up your back, lifting your shirt up in the process. You pull out of the kiss again so he can take your shirt off, staring deep into each other’s eyes, letting each other know exactly how far you want this to go.

You hold his face in your hands as your hips continue to rock and you kiss him deeply, harder than before, as his hands move back onto your hips. “I know you want more than this,” you breathlessly whisper before climbing off him and kneeling down in front of him. “Unless…” your voice trails away as you start to unbutton his pants. “Unless this isn’t part of your fantasy.” You smirk as you continue undoing his pants.

“Oh no,” he chuffs. “You’re doing just fine.” He lets out a tiny gasp as your hand slides into his pants and touches his cock, pulling it out, as he tilts his hips up and starts to pull down his pants with your help. You hold his length in your hand, rubbing up and down, watching it grow with every stroke, a drop of precum releasing from the tip.

“You don’t mind, do you?” you jokingly ask with a grin before placing your tongue on top and slowly licking it away, taking great pleasure in knowing that your tongue caused him to buck his hips closer to you.

“Oh, fuck,” he gasps as your warm mouth wraps around him. You hold on to his hips to steady yourself as you move back and forth along his member as he gently holds a grasp on your hair. “You’re good at this,” he chuckles, causing you to giggle with your mouth full. “Mmm, stop,” he commands you as you lift your head up and make a subtle pop when you take his cock out of your mouth. “Don’t want to waste this,” he chuffed as he leans up to meet you, kissing you before growling in your ear.

You fake a pout. “But I was just getting started,” you say with a fake whine before you start giggling.

“Your turn, baby girl,” he whispers, guiding you to stand up in front of him as he grabs the waist of your pants. “We don’t need these anymore, do we?” He raises an eyebrow and smirks as he starts to pull them down, admiring every single inch of you standing before him. He runs a hand up your thigh and over to your mound, lightly grazing your folds, lightly touching your clit with the tip of his thumb. “Already wet for me, hmm?” he mumbles as you bite your lip and smirk at him. “Good girl.” He reaches behind you and pulls you closer to him, softly kissing your belly button as one hand wanders back to your flower, being ever so gentle as he rubs around, exploring with great concentration. “Not here,” he whispers as he looks up into your gazing eyes. “Show me your bedroom.” He holds you as he pushes you back so he can stand up, kissing you when his mouth reaches yours.

When you walked into your room, you turned to him as you unhooked your bra, letting it fall to the ground on its on fruition. His gaze instantly focused on your breasts before looking back up into your eyes and a breath stuck in his throat. “You, Y/N. You’re fucking beautiful.” He smiles and slowly walks towards you, a slight smirk across his mouth, taking off his shirt, and taking note of the proximity of the bed from where you’re standing.

He grabs your shoulders and pushes you down on the bed, catching you by surprise. “All you had to do was ask,” you say with a laugh. You lean up on your elbows, scoot up further into the bed and look at him, still trying to wrap it around your brain that this was actually happening.

As he crawls closer to you, his smirk grows bigger. “I want to taste you now,” he growls as he parts your legs and starts to kiss your inner thighs. He moves closer, and you can feel his breath at your core, before he parts the lips and continuing his earlier exploration, this time using his tongue. He was clearly experienced, as he took no time before directing his attention to your clit, making sure he spent the perfect amount of time both circling with the tip of his tongue and softly caressing it with his tongue flattened.

You moan and arch your back. “Oh fuck, Roger,” you groan as you grab hold of his hair.

“Mmm,” he chuckles. “Like that, do you?” You can’t answer. Every sound you want to make is locked in your throat. “You taste so fucking good,” he groaned before he started to suck gently on your lips before sucking gently on your clit. He moved the fingers he was using to hold your lips apart down to your entrance, and you let out a loud groan as your thighs began to twitch as he inserted one finger. “That’s right,” he whispered. “Good girl.”

You look down to him and see his eyes looking up at you, and you can feel his smile against you as he continues to work his tongue on your pussy. “Fuck,” you moan with a giggle as your head falls back onto the bed. “You’re good.” You raise yourself up so you can watch him again.

He moved his head back, smile still across his face, and he inserted another finger inside of you. “Cum for me,” he groaned, curling his fingers deep inside of you as he lowers his mouth back down onto your essence.

“Oh, fuck!” you scream out, becoming a complete puddle of ecstasy. He holds his free hand on your stomach, making sure you can’t move away, still thrusting his fingers in and out, never moving his mouth from your clit, riding out your orgasm with you.

When you finally came down from your high, he got up on his knees, his pleased smile not leaving his face as he looked down at your exhausted body while his fingers kept pumping inside of you. “Mmm,” he chuckles as he leans down for a kiss. “Hope you’re not too tired,” he said with a raspy whisper. “I’m not done with you yet.”

“You better not be,” you say, breathless, as you bite your bottom lip. “16-year-old me fantasized about more than that,” you giggle.

“Good,” he grumbles as he kisses your neck, his fingers still moving inside of you. “Because 35-year-old me fantasized about doing more.” He quickly pulled his fingers out and started to rub his cock against your wetness. He knelt up between your legs, raising them and resting your calves on his shoulders before slowly entering you, teasing you first with the head before pushing the shaft all the way in, both of you taking a deep breath at the same time, never taking your eyes off of each other. “So fucking tight,” he grunted as he slowly thrusted his cock in and out.

Your hands run up and down his back, your nails digging in to his skin. He clearly likes that, because every time you grab him with your nails, he starts to thrust faster and faster. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, grunting and trying to control himself as much as he can. “You feel so good inside me,” you loudly whisper in his ear, nibbling at the lobe before pulling back with your teeth still clinched. His thrust gets slower, trying to pace himself to make it last longer. He looks up at you, his face flushed with heat and sweat, and he pulls himself out of you, going back up to his knees. You scoot up and sit, never taking your eyes off of his. “Take me from behind,” you say as you get on your knees as well.

He leans in to you, holding you close, molding your bodies together, and gives you a deep, passionate kiss. “No,” he tells you. “I want to see your face when you cum for me again.” He lays on his back, and you climb on top, slowly lowering yourself onto his shaft. He raises his hands and grabs your breasts, twisting your nipples in between his thumbs and forefingers. “Move those hips like I know you can,” he says with a smile. You start to rock back and forth, grinning wickedly as you bite your bottom lip. “Good girl,” he coos, pinching your nipples even harder, eliciting a small whine from your mouth.

You lean back and hold yourself up with your hands on both sides of his legs as you keep rocking and rolling your hips in a circular motion. “You like that?” you ask as you look down to him, watching his face as he smiles and nods his head as best he can. You grab one of his hands and move it down to your mound, and he takes the hint and starts to softly massage your clit with his thumb. “Mmm, yeah. Like that,” you whisper.

“You’re such a naughty little minx,” he growls as he watches you pleasuring yourself with his dick. He can feel your walls start to clinch and he knows you’re getting close to orgasm. “Cum for me,” he tells you. “Cum all over my cock.”

You sit up, moving your hands up to your breasts. “Make me,” you purr seductively. He grabs your back and pulls you down toward him, kissing you heavily, your tongues wrapping together as you moan in unison. He starts to buck his hips and thrashes into you, forcing himself inside of you as deep as he can go. “Fuck, Roger,” you groan. “Fucking pound me,” you instruct him.

“Dirty girl,” he hisses in your ear. “Such a dirty girl with that tight pussy.” His speed quickens and you know he won’t last much longer. His breathing is getting harder, louder, and he’s about to lose all control. Your walls tighten as he grabs you harder, the sound of you slapping against each other and your mornings fill the room as you push hard against each other. His panting and moaning gets louder, and you scream out his name as your body starts to shake before your muscles contract around him as he cums hard inside of you, filling you with his warm seed, meeting your orgasm at the same time.

You sit up, not moving him out of you and push your hair out of your face, looking down on him with a smile as you let out a giggle. “Yeah, that was much better than what I imagined it would be,” you joke, making him laugh.

He reached up and grabbed your waist, rolling you onto your back as he moved to hover over you before giving you quick pecking kisses on your neck and collarbone as you giggled. “Told you we’d have fun,” he smirked. He laid down on his back next to you and smiled. “Strawberries,” he mumbled as he turned his head to look at you. “You smell like strawberries.” You started to laugh. “I happen to love strawberries.”

Early next afternoon you went into work, happier than usual. It was a Saturday, and you normally wouldn’t be there, but they were planning on recording again, so you wanted to make sure everything was in order when they arrived in an hour. Jack came in a few minutes before they did. “Had a nice night?” he asked, and you started to get flustered, suspicious that he knew what you got into and with whom. “What? You’re radiating. Alan must have done a good job, that’s all,” he said with a laugh. You said nothing, opting to give him a smirk instead. When you looked up, you saw Roger and John walk in, followed by Brian and Freddie. You and Roger immediately locked eyes and shared the same subtle smirk. Jack noticed. “Oh, fuck, Y/N, you didn’t.” He started to laugh and slapped his forehead.

“Shut up, Jack,” you giggled as they walked into the recording room.

Everyone said hello, and Roger walked over to you and leaned in your ear. “I’m still not done with you,” he whispered and winked.

“Good,” you whisper back. “Because I’m not done with you either.”

He smirked as he murmurs in your ear again. “You’ll say anything as long as the dick is big enough.”

“Yeah,” you wryly reply. “I guess it’s a good thing you know what you’re doing then.”

Brian walks over and clears his throat. “You ready to get started, Rog? Or do you need a moment?” He grins at the two of you, completely aware of what went on last night.

“Go home,” Roger quietly tells you. “You’ll need to rest up for later.” You start to say something, but he stops you. “There’s a present on your desk,” he grins and walks away to join everyone else.

When you get to your desk, there’s a box wrapped in pink paper and a lime green bow. You look at it curiously with a quiet laugh before opening it. Inside there’s a t-shirt with a cartoon strawberry on the front. You look up through the window and see Roger watching you with a smile. He winks at you before turning his attention to his work. You shake your head, smiling, and gather up your things and head home. He’s the one who needs to make sure he’s rested up, you giggle to yourself, already getting flushed imagining what you’ll be getting up to tonight.

[part 2 >>]

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lalalalelo · 5 years

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Boys will be boys

So, this is my first fic, my first entry on tumblr and I have no idea what I´m doing. Imma doin’ dis rite??

Love the effort others put into their content, this is my contribution. English is not my first language, have mercy upon my soul~

Also, I want to use that bathhouse/ sauna (?) in fe3h so badly. Nintendo give us naked people please!

Link to AO3

Sylvain, the bathhouse and Claude's plan not working the way he imagined.

Time seemed to stand still. Sunbeams fell through the window into the seminar room, indicating the lovely weather they all seemed to miss out on. Professor Manuela walked monotonously along the aisle, reading in her bewitching voice from an antigue-looking book. Whilst the students of the first two rows took moderately motivated notes, the third row lingered gracelessly on their chairs. From time to time, small glances fell on the professor, who, as usual, could not resist showing up dressed with rather less than more clothing. The last row was mentally no longer present and otherwise busied with themselves. For the first hour, Claude stared at a stain on the wall at the far end of the room, wondering if those were the remains of his last failed experiment from a week ago. In the second hour, he fumbled restlessly around his pockets, trying to find anything he could keep his hands and mind busy with. A spoon, two hair ties from Hilda, some chalk remains, a squishy stump of a candle and a sparkly rock he discovered in the dining hall.

"Imperial year 861. After King Klaus I. passed away, his sons divided the holy kingdom of Faerghus into three territories and ruled from then on as archdukes."

Claude sighed. He knew the history of Fódlan inside out and even more than that, since he managed to snatch some confidential monastery documents and sneaked those into his room. He could spend days and nights in the library. Piles of books occupied his bed, leaving himself not enough space in it. Not that it mattered, since he fell asleep on his rug most of the time, passing out upon his tactic maps and scheming concepts. The professors liked to describe him as loafing and uninhibited, blaming his lack of seriousness. The truth was, he was far ahead of his classmates, at least regarding general subjects. To achieve great ambitions and goals, one should be prepared for the future. Only those who are aware of the past and present events are able to shape the future for the better. With this believing, he absorbed all available knowledge, often leaving him becoming quickly bored with his surroundings. The general subjects took place as a mixed seminar for students of all houses. They usually degenerated into lengthy monologues. He twiddled around with the hair ties, attempting to knot the chalk pieces together.

"Come on Felix, don’t be a coward. You can be stiffy later, you’re missing out on the time of your life.“

Sitting directly behind Claude, Sylvain was trying one of his attempts on convincing Felix to join in on his good-for-nothing-missions. For most of the time, the local ladies were involved somehow. As usual, it would probably not work on the grumpy loner.

"Shut up Sylvain and finally leave me be with your foolish games. I have to train later, because unlike you, I still intend to make something useful with my life."

"Uhh yes, you mean dying like a lonely and untouched maiden?"

The comment brought him a rough kick to the ankle. Claude found a few more toothpicks in his pockets, which he clumsily tried to combine with the improvised chalk-hair tie-candle-construct.

"What about you Dimitri? You can’t hide forever, just because your last date went terribly wrong. You are a healthy young man with needs. Once you take over the kingdom, your chance is over."

Dimitri inhaled sharply. "N…no, I can’t get involved in one of your absurdities again. It’s not suitable in my position to do such a wicked and improper action of…"

"Boooooring. You can’t tell me that you’re not at least interested. Look me in the eye and tell me the truth.“

"No ... no … well … I ..."

"Great, it’ll be a blast! Afterwards, we can still ..."

A loud smack on the back of his head silenced Sylvain and woke the dozing rest of the class, whilst Bernadetta flinched in shock and Mercedes and Anette were left in quiet chuckles. Professor Manuela took the attention back to class with one of her famous headbutts. Sylvain rubbed the back of his aching head, ignoring the piercing look he got from Ingrid sitting in the front row. Claude tried to craft the spoon into his construct, one of the toothpicks snapped. Crap.

As Professor Manuela continued lulling, Felix leaned back and huffed in satisfaction.

"You can take your childish attempts elsewhere, but not where you pester others with your incompetence and sloppiness and certainly not around me. Take the boar prince and get out of my sight.“

"Felix, please mind your language, ladies don’t fancy that. Your lack of interest in women will give everyone the wrong idea. Although sometimes I wouldn’t mind ...“

The bell rang for lunch break and a wild rustle passed through the aisle as everyone hurried up stowing their scrolls and quills into their bags. With a sigh, Professor Manuela closed the book and mumbled something about needing a drink. As Felix raged away, Sylvain still persuaded Dimitri to join him into whatever he had in mind. Dimitri lowered his head in shame and did his best to ignore his friend. Claude stood up, placed the strange sparkly rock on the spoon and positioned his sloppily improvised catapult. With a mumbled "Whatever“ he slammed his fist on the dipper and sent his ammunition flying across the room, towards Linhardt's resting head, which had already smacked the table as the first five minutes of the seminar passed by. Claude packed his things and disappeared outside.

"Oh look Marianne, that's the jewelry I must have lost in the dining hall. I wanted to use it for Lysithea's bracelet." Hilda chuckled happily as she picked up and stored the rock in her pocket. Linhardt grunted and moved his head to the other side.

---

As the dinner bell rang, Claude entered the dining hall, hungry for a nice and warming tomato soup. He picked up his share of dinner when he saw a waving Sylvain in the back of the hall. He sighted and ruffled his hand through his hair. Guess, I won’t be able to escape now. He made his way to the table where Sylvain and some others already sat. As he passed by the professors table, he sent a sheepish wink to his teach, only to be stared at with a unimpressed look, as usual. He let himself drop loudly onto the seat, sending an expectant glance to Sylvain.

"This better be good.“

"Oh Claude, you have no idea. As you are a man of class, you will fully understand that this is going to be grand.“

Raising an eyebrow, he inspected the rest of the group. Dimitri was staring his cheese-baked chicken to a second death, whilst Ignatz and Ashe were scooting impatiently around their seats. What a weird party to be sitting in.

"So, what troubles are you up to now?“

"I overheard Professor Manuela yesterday. They are reopening the bathhouse this evening!“

Sylvains excitement showed all over his face up to his ears. The bathhouse was only available to professors and some selected knights and staff members of the monastery. So technically, there was nothing to be so eager about. But he was Claude von Riegan and after spending quite some time at the academy, he also knew who Sylvain Jose Gautier was.

"Sylvain, you know that I don’t ever miss out on the opportunity for a nice little rebellion. But please don’t tell me you plan to sneak into the bathhouse and peek on Professor Manuela. I mean come on, she is doing well for her age. But it’s not like you don’t have enough girls walking around with half her age. This is low, even for you“

Sylvain’s smirk just widened. "I knew it, you are a smarty-pants! Well, Professor Manuela for sure is still quite a snack“ – Ignatz shivered – "but of course she won’t be going alone.“

Claude didn’t like where this was going.

"She will meet up with Shamir, Catherine aaaand your beloved professor Byleth.“

Claude choked on his first spoon full of soup, spitting it across the table on Ashe’s potato stew.

"What, what are you talking about? And why would you be interested in Shamir…or Catherine... or teach…“ As his mumbling grew quiet, he knew how unconvincing his response sounded.

"Oh come on, not even a blind person would miss out on how you cling to her, begging for attention and praise.“ Sylvain rolled his eyes. "Not saying you have a bad taste. I mean, look at those –“

A loud and painful sounding thump below the table meant the second kick for Sylvain on this day.

"Ouuuch, okay, sorry, sorry. No need in getting all sour. So, will you be joining? Because you can’t hold us back. We are in the middle of our youth and man, it’s really hard just getting the tiniest glimpse of bare female skin while being in this stuck up academy. Especially with having Ingrid lurking around us. Or Seteth.“

"Oh, poor thing are you now, Sir Gautier? And how did these lovely gentlemen get the honor to be part of your super secret and guaranteed successful mission? They sure don’t look like the usual suspects if you ask me.“

Ignatz looked away in hot shame, while Ashe’s face was ridden with confusion. Dimitri messed up his place with cheese all over his plate, not being able to make usage of his normally graceful table manners.

"Well, I couldn’t ask Ferdinand, as he is a little telltale for his extra praise of the day. He would give our plan away immediately, if not being a loud mouth with it for everybody to hear. And my granny is more fun than Hubert or Dedue, Linhardt would be too lazy anyways, so I didn’t give them a thought. Caspar is away on a mission to his father’s lands.“

"You could have asked Raphael.“ Claude knew it sounded stupid, but he just wanted to annoy the hell out of Sylvain for this even more stupid plan of his.

"Are you serious? I’m not seeing Rapahel sneaking around the bathhouse. I even doubt he would understand what we would be doing there in the first place.“

Ignatz coughed and with reddened cheeks he intervened. "Raphael‘s stealth skills got a lot better since Shamir taught him… well, how to breathe. He moves around much more gently.“

Skeptical faces watch him in silence. "Well, like gently… considering that he still is…Raphael...“ His voice died out.

Sylvain inhaled for his next sentence. "So, yeah, whatever. These boys should finally learn about the beautiful nature the sight of a female body beholds, so these are the chosen ones and the two of us should guide them.“ He tightened his chest as if he was being terribly proud of himself.

"Ah so, but may I interrupt your nonchalant tittle-tattle and seat myself as a man of true acknowledgment in this subject?“

Sylvain snorts in amusement, whilst Claude puckers his face into a grimace when Lorenz seated himself unbidden to Dimitri’s side.

"True Acknowledgment of what exactly?“ Claude poked his spoon around his soup.

"Well, of the female wonders we are blessed with. In mentally but also physical sense. Don’t you always pretend to be all knowing and overly experienced. Just as myself, you haven’t found yourself a damsel of noble heritage to be the chosen future mother of your children. If you keep slacking off, the chances of House Riegan to maintain their…“

The third thump on this day wasn’t less painful but for once not directed towards Sylvain.

"How dare you talk like that about…“ Claude cut himself off. It wasn’t typical of him losing his head so easily, but almost everything about Lorenz made his gut heat up in hot annoyance. He had to think quick. There was no way, he would be able to put Sylvain off his ridiculous plan and especially not now with Lorenz joining in. Whilst he himself did always enjoy the company of lovely women, he was never seriously entrapped by meaningless female charm addressed towards him. When women chose to be around him, it was mostly for his looks or title, he had a lot in common with Sylvain regarding that matter. But as soon as they couldn’t keep up with his twisted mind or everlasting curiosity for the secrets of those around him, they fled due his lacking interest in them. As he was still a man, he did have thoughts as every other healthy male his age had. He just didn’t give in to them as easily as his classmates did. And besides that, since quite some time it wasn’t about women in general. Mostly, he only had one specific one in his mind. He let his eyes wander around the hall, until his gaze met his dark blue-haired target. Of course, this would only be because of learning efforts and the curiosity in her person. After all, she was a mysterious being, with her fighting and tactical skills, yet still so clueless about the events of this country. When her focused eyes roamed through class, he felt transparent every time she got stuck on him. As if she would be able to read his mind and heart toroughly until there was no secret left within him. Even though most students would still be confused with her lack of showing emotions, he got good at reading the signs her body language and face gave off. The way she walked along the hallway, she small blushes when she felt joy, little smiles for her student’s successful efforts. The hums when she took a stroll to the gardens or even just when she drifted off, as if her head got stuck far away from where her body was.

"What’s with the creepy grin?“

His mind returned to the table, facing the currently two biggest perverts in this hall, maybe even on the monastery grounds. Okay, besides Professor Manuela probably. There was no way, he would let them drool over the sight of his bathing teach. He was trying to convince himself that this was only for moral reasons and the best intentions. Although it was hard lying to himself. Deep within, he knew that the thought of the scenery pierced his gut and heart with painful jealousy. He had to manipulate Sylvain’s plan and disturb them. In the smallest corner of his head, there was also a voice cheering him on, the thoughts of her pale and sweaty skin shining like silk in the foggy air of the bathhouse. Her curvy figure, wet hair, slim and muscular legs and big –

"Still being creepy. But I guess that’s a yes then.“ Sylvain just emptied his plate, when Claude's mind snapped back.

"No worries my fellow comrades, we will succeed. As I am Lorenz Hellman Gloucester – “ He got cut off by a flying potato thrown towards him, ending up on the table. A „Shut up Lorenz!“ echoed through the dining hall. Lorenz blinked unimpressed and flicked the mushy vegetable away, sending it onto Ash’s plate.

"We will meet at dawn behind the east entrance to the bathhouse. And not a single word about this to anyone.“ As Sylvain set the time, he stood up and dragged Dimitri along the aisles. Lorenz gave Claude a last disgusted look before he also turned away and left for the exit. Ignatz looked troubled and uneasy whilst Ashe stared at this plate in sheer disappointment. Both of them picked up their dishes and waddled away. Claude stayed behind with his mind wandering off to the coming evening and about how he could manage to crush their perverted little dreams.

---

The hours passed by and Claude came up with… absolutely nothing. Every time he tried to focus his normally well-functioning brain around a scheme, the face of his teach popped up in his damped head, blocking him off from anything efficient. He would need to get creative and work with what he would be confronted with. After changing into a comfy brown tunic and some loose white pants, he carefully strolled to the bathhouse, hands in his pockets, trying to avoid any contact with wandering students or professors. When he arrived at the east entrance, everybody except for Ashe was already waiting for him.

"Ashe won’t be coming, so we can start operation peek-and-peep.“

"What, why won’t he come? And sheeesh, that name is horrifying, please don’t call it… that. Good thing you are not the tactical mastermind of your class.“

Sylvain shrugged. "Dunno, I guess he chickened out. But that’s fine, we have all the elites gathered around in a brotherhood of joint ambitions!“

Claude raised his eyebrows, he wasn’t exactly proud for the „brotherhood“ being greatly consistent of Golden Deer men. He brushed Sylvain’s furious speech aside with a gesture of his hand and pointed over to Dimitri. "What’s with him, he doesn’t look so good.“

"Aaah, he’s fine. Just needs to get out of his comfort zone from time to time. He will get used to it, right your highness?“ With a big claps upon his back, Dimitri stumbled forward, his face almost as pale as his chicken from lunch. He didn’t give away any sound and only nodded once in an almost unnoticeable movement.

Sylvain cleared his throat. "Alrighty then, so here is the plan. The ladies went in some time ago, so they should be already bathing. We sneak in, look for their belongings, get rid of those and then head off to the bath.“ He concluded with a wave of his hand.

Claude’s hand smacked his forehead, disbelieving of what he just heard. "What? We were never talking about actually stealing their stuff. Do you want to get us killed? Do you have any idea, what Shamir and Catherine will do to us if we get caught? And why the hell would you do that anyway?“

Lorenz straightened himself and crossed his arms. "I think of this as a marvelous idea. For once, this shall be a great training session for our stealth skills. For second, they may be outstandingly skilled knights, doing a great service to the monastery and academy. But they still are commoners without the understanding of which great sacrifices us nobles need to make for the sake of the common people. This should serve as a lesson to not meddle around with the complex noblese correlations.“

Claude’s amused laugh echoed throughout the empty courtyard. "No, no, no, that’s not it. You, Lorenz, are offended by Catherine’s scolding that other day. You can’t take it that she would overthrow your nonsense noblese talk. And you, my bright shining love knight, can’t take it that Shamir refused to go on a date with you. So, is this a deep running hunger for revenge or what else? You really want to be part of this shameless charade Ignatz?“ Claude’s overly dramatic gesture left Ignatz sweating in rather unsure conditions. He looked at the gound beneath his feet and fiddled with his glasses as he responded.

"Well, if you put it like that…“

"Hold it right there!“ Sylvain vigorously raised his hand and interrupted before Ignatz could think about it any further. "You are right. But this is not only for the sake of satisfaction but rather about the joyous appreciation of youth. So don’t dare you manipulate my inquisitive fellow comrades, and… ah, ah, ah“ – he raised a warning finger as Claude turned to Dimitri – "you are not allowed to speak to his highness. This is just for the best of him and I won’t let you ruin this for him. And by the way, don’t pretend to be the hero of the day, I know exactly what you are trying to do here.“ He started to grin deviously as his face moved closer to Claude’s ear, just for him to hear his following whisper. "No worries, letting others peek at her will not take anything away from you. But should you go back on this as well, then I won’t guarantee that I will only leave it at staring – “

The red-hair quickly ducked away from a swing of Claude‘s fist flying towards his face. The Golden Deer’s leader understood that this was merely a lighthearted tease serving for Sylvain’s pure entertainment. He knew that teach had fully seen through the playboy’s way of messing around and meddling with promises. She would rather just stare him to the ground or teach him a lesson within training sessions. Her personal favorite seemed to be letting him spar against the few female classmates he didn’t seem to notice as flirting objects because of questionable reasons, just leading him to actually underestimating them. Normally, it was about him avoiding Lysithea’s raging and painful spells or preventing Leonie from smashing in his flawless face with a weapon of her choice. This kept his mind busy, his mouth shut and raised the girl‘s self confidence massively. Ah yes, his teach had a great sense for sarcasm and deep-running life lessons. Never make a woman angry, neither on nor off the battle field.

As Sylvain fixed his hair, he grinned mischievously. "Now, now. No reason for violence. Shall we be on our way then?“ Without waiting for any responses, he gripped Dimitri’s arm, who was dangerously near a mental meltdown and dragged him towards the entrance. Ignatz slowly followed, whereas Lorenz couldn’t restrain himself from bumping into Claude before walking inside the bathhouse.

"Tss, ruuude…“. Claude scratched his head. This didn’t work as planned. He wouldn’t give up just yet, so all he could do was joining them.

Sneaking past the first few empty rooms, the group made their way towards the women’s dressing room. Since he was a well-behaved young man, Claude actually hasn’t been to the bathhouse before. He got the suspicion that wasn’t the case for Sylvain since he confidently leaded them to a certain chamber. They gathered silently, the room was lit up with some candles and oil lamps. He didn’t even have the time to view the clothing and other belongings piled up and stored in the wooden shelves. Sylvain took a quick swoop of everything he could grab and shared a handful with Ignatz.

"Let’s get that out of reach. Lorenz, get the towels. Let’s just hide them in another room, so we can – Dimitri, where are you going?“ Dimitri flinched as he tried to sneak away in silence and returned to the group with a sigh.

"There is no need for further delays. Let’s just dispose of the gatherings.“ Lorenz went straight for the window and tossed his arm full of towels outside. "This is actually quite thrilling, my heart is bursting from fulfilling excitement“. He turned around to Ignatz and snatched his sharing of clothing away.

Ignatz’s doubtful frown lets Claude smirk. So his classmates have finally reached their rebellious phase. This was a actually childish prank but as the boys never aligned to the enjoyment of scheming before, he could slightly understand their excited and adrenaline-filled mood. He was almost proud of them, if it wasn’t for the people they were actually pranking. His number one rule was all about knowing your prey and preparing for the best way about using or handling them. Every scheme could also fall into pieces because of unknown circumstances, there was never a way of finally ridding every risk. For those cases, the master tactician also had to be prepared to bear the consequences. In this case, Claude was almost certain he wasn’t ready to deal with the wrath of Shamir and Catherine. Professor Manuela would probably just be flattered about a male object actually taking interest in her in any way at all. As for teach… he thought he knew a lot about her in the meanwhile. But in scenarios like these, he could hardly imagine how she would react. Would she be annoyed or furious? Or would she simply not care, her face plastered with her usual indifference? He was sure he didn’t really want to know.

After Lorenz got rid of the towels and clothing, Sylvain shrugged "Oh, what the hell“ and also tossed his share of blouses and trousers out into the early night. "Now to the fun part, forward to the baths my comrades!“

Sneaking for several minutes around the building, they reached the women’s baths. They silently listened for any sounds coming from within. The deep voice of Catherine and hysterical laugh of Professor Manuela clearly rung through the hall and couldn’t be unheard. Sylvain grinned and gestured the boys to follow him quietly. They barely crawled on the floor to get past them unseen until they reached a safe spot behind one of the few pillars in the room.

This is just cringy, you’re not that type of creep to be doing this, Claude scolded himself while finding a spot to hide in. The boys could benefit from the damp and misty air, reducing the sight across the room to a minimum. But then of course, it also wasn’t playing into their hands from reaching their actual goal here. The silhouettes of three people shimmered through the foggy air, they could hardly be seen.

"WHAAAT? No, you did not dare to do that!!“

"Oh you bet I did, and right after that, I smacked him right in the middle of his little unmanly parts!!“

Matching her nickname, Catherine‘s thundering voice echoed through the hall, only to be beat by Professor Manuela‘s deafening howling. Man, this was screaming for headaches. How could anyone possibly be voluntary part of this?

"Sounds amusing. Please let me know before you confront him again, Catherine.“ Shamir‘s monotone voice was carried over to their ears. The women’s weird dialogue of gossiping and nasty details of things, nobody ever wanted to know about, continued for several minutes.

Claude figured that teach wasn’t in the bath although he wasn’t even sure, she was here with them at all, since he never had a chance to look at the clothing. He wasn’t interested in their old ladytalk and turned to the others beside him.

"I’m out of here“, he whispered. Sylvain rolled his eyes in annoyance, Lorenz leaned further toward the voices, trying to catch a glimpse of anything. When looking over to Dimitri, he noticed the begging look on his face, asking for saving from this humiliating position, while being tugged back by Sylvain. Claude shrugged apologetic and sneaked his way back to the hallway.

When he made it unseen outside of the baths, he dared to normally walk the rest. He was almost at the doors they entered from, when he heard hasty footsteps. No, they weren’t hasty. It was more of a…running? He turned around quickly, only to see a panicked pack of pathetic fools sprinting his way. The sheer horror in their eyes could not be a good sign. Claude took the next turn, not caring for any actual direction. All that mattered now was surviving. When he came to stop, he recognized the room, it was the one where they started this ridiculous nonsense. The women’s dressing room.

He panted from his short sprint here and looked around. Wasn’t there anywhere to hide himself away from the demonic doom that otherwise should await him? As he tried to think of something quickly, he heard steps coming up the hallway. This was it, this was to be the end to the heir of house Riegan. Since there was no time left and nothing to help him hide, he squeezed himself as tightly as possible against the corner behind the door, opening it as far as possible to cover him. Claude barely managed to stay still, trying to breathe out flat and quiet. The steps came closer, a gentle tip-tap through the disconcerting silence of the hallway. His thoughts began to rush. Gentle? Tip-Tap? He recognized the movement by sound. There was no way he would not. Please don’t. The steps stopped at the entrance and then entered the room. There was a mumbling of „Forgot the towel“, then the door was being moved to shut. Before his eyes, the scenery played itself in slow-motion.

When the door clicked into the lock, she noticed the figure lurking behind the door. As a former mercenary, her sharp instincts kicked in, and she took a forceful and unexpected swing of her fist to the strangers gut. But it wasn’t a stranger.

When her fist dug itself deeply into Claude’s stomach, the air escaped his lungs all at once. He collapsed to his knees and struggled to breathe. Well, I guess I deserve it for today. He got it worse from Hilda. As he gathered some air, he looked up.

"Heya teach! What a lovely evening, isn’t it? I’m quite surprised to meet you here, heheheeee…“ He coughed and cut off his awkward try of … whatever it was. Just then, it hit him hard, harder than the fist from a minute ago. Byleth was towering above him, with a slightly confused look on her face. While being completely bare. She wasn’t wearing anything at all, her hair was dripping wet, glued to her shoulders. This can’t be happening. Of course she would be naked, the biggest idiots on these grounds tossed away anything wearable in this building, he screeched to himself. He stared intensively into her eyes, even if it seemed unbearable. If he dared to look away, he wouldn’t know where to rest his sight on. He didn’t even blink. These few seconds seemed more than a dozen minutes, before she began so speak.

"Claude, would you mind explaining to me, why exactly you are hiding behind this door?“

"Oh didn’t you know? Cyril was having troubles with rats in here and I volunteered to get rid of them. My good deed of the day, ehe…“

If it wasn’t his nonsense blabbering, it was the desperation in his trembling voice that was giving him away. He tried to keep it as steady as possible, but the unpredictability of this happening to him was even melting his smoothness away.

"That so? How nice of you. But you are right, I did see some of those rats loafing around here. You should try burning them, keeps them dead for good.“ Byleth‘s emotionless expression changed to a mocking grin. Claude faltered at her facial expression. Was that…amusement? She clearly wasn’t bothered by the state of her standing in front of him, with nothing to hide. She didn’t give off any sign of nervousness or anger.

Embarrassment. This was all her head was full of. Here she was, as Sothis and her parents created her and nothing was going to stop this student of hers to soak in everything of her with his simple stare. Except that he didn’t actually do that. He focused his eyes strictly on hers, the deep shimmering forest green taking her own glance all in. Even now, he didn’t seem to lose his cool, except for the painful blow to the gut. Well, he deserved that. Sothis chuckled from the depths of her mind. She wanted to run or just throw herself on the floor, covering herself with everything she got. She wasn’t one to be bothered with her body. Full of scars and traces of her former life, she was proud of the strength and speed she possessed. She was also aware of her curves and the bewitching effect it could have on men. After all, she used it from time to time for distraction purposes, being mostly the last pleasant sight for her prey. But here and now, her head was a mess. Of all people on these grounds, why did he have to be here? Byleth felt a big lump in her throat, and she could swear she was about to choke on it. Before she could think any further about it, she heard a wild trample in the hallway.

"I know you are still here! I will get you and tear off those fancy pants of yours and I will hang you upside down by your feet at the gates of these very holy grounds. THREE DAYS LONG!!“ Catherine‘s furious roar roamed the hallway, her stomping steps close to the women’s dressing room.

Claude was prepared to die. Or at least to get hanged upside down by his feet. Naked. But before he could either move or say anything, Byleth stumbled towards him, dragging him up, from his still kneeling position and pressing onto him, against the wall, behind the door. He gave off some uncontrollable shocked screech, when the door flung open. Byleth covered his mouth and nose with her hand, daring him to stay silent. As the door wasn’t open very wide, she moved herself even closer to him, to keep both of them pressed against the corner of the room. Catherine’s angry steps slapped on the floor. She seemed to inspect the room for anything unusual. Claude held his breath, but it wasn’t because of Catherine. His heart raced so loudly against his chest, he feared his teach might hear the beat. He could feel her leaning in on him, with her full weight. He didn’t dare to move his hands, since he wouldn’t know where to place them anyway. The heat began to creep into his face. She had to get off him as fast as possible, otherwise –

She suddenly placed her head against his chest, breathing softly against his collarbone. He almost coughed at her unexpected movement. Focus, Claude! But everything about this moment shattered every little piece of his mind he had left. Her wet hair tickled his face, whilst her bare breasts pressed onto him. Her legs were placed between his and tried to maintain stability for the sake of both of them. A shiver ran through his body and made him break out in sweat.

Catherine was still yapping and cursing all over the room, apparently she was on the lookout for their clothing and towels. Whilst seconds begin to feel like hours, Byleth tried to get a more comfortable standing and just ended up completely leaning onto Claude. Even though the danger of being spotted in this very questionable position was hanging over them, she couldn’t restrain herself from her thoughts wandering off. To this very man she was standing next to, naked from head to toes. His scent of pine needle tea and foreign spices clouded her mind. It was familiar to her, but for some time now, this was what she imagined what a fresh breeze of wind would smell like. She could feel his heartbeat while laying her head on his chest. A steady but rushed pondering, a sound she herself wasn’t familiar with, since she didn’t have a heartbeat of her own. But this, this was the sound of life. Of his life. She curled her fingers in his tunic and buried her head into his neck. After a moment passed by, she felt his hands on her back, pulling her into a light embrace. She wouldn’t mind for this moment to last even longer than it felt.

The door was shut with a loud smack. Catherine has left the room in frustration, heading off on her search for her prey and some clothes. The pair in the corner remained motionless. Byleth moved her head slightly, Claude opened his resting eyes again, fully drawn into this moment. Their gazes locked into each other as they slowly moved towards the other one, only just inched separating them -

A loud screeching from further down the hallway threw them back into reality. Claude immediately backed off, staring at the door in uncertainty. He heard a panting and damped voice coming towards their room. He turned his gaze back to his teach, only to be overwhelmed by the reddish marks on her face. Byleth opened her mouth to say something, but before she had the chance to do so, Claude moved away from the corner and pulled off his tunic. He reached it out to her whilst looking away.

"So, before this gets anymore awkward than it already is, although I doubt that is even possible, please wear this, would you?“

She raised an eyebrow but took up on his offering. She pulled the tunic over her head, fitting easily into the fabric, since it was suited for a male body. The length covered half of her thigh, hiding her most private parts. "Well, it’s not like you haven’t seen most of it now, hm?“ she huffed in a dry voice.

His sassy grin returned to his face as he looked at her again. "Oh no Teach, you don’t understand. Unfortunately, I have some fellow travelers, who got lost on their way home. And to be honest, I’d rather not share my earnings of tonight“, he winked as her mouth fell open.

"Now, if you’ll excuse me. For the sake of Fódlan, I shall rush to the rescue of his highness to spare him of the eternal shame of public naked gawking. We don’t want Professor Manuela drooling all over his noble abs.“ And with that, he dropped himself to a deep bow before hopping around the corner, not leaving her any chance to respond or hold him back. His guess got confirmed as he spotted Dimitri lurching disorientated around the hallway.

"Run“, he shouted, grabbing his arm while sprinting past him. Dimitri’s confusion turned into relief as he recognized Claude, running along. They ran toward the end of hallway, Claude pointing to the window. „JUMP!“

Dimitri didn’t even have time to think about it and just got dragged with Claude, out into the cool breeze of the night, as they both roughly fell onto the ground.

"Sheeeh, I swear I could hear Catherine’s snorting right behind me“. Claude got up and patted the dirt from his loose pants. He held out his hand to Dimitri. The prince still sat on the ground, staring at Claude, when he broke into loud laughter as he took his hand. He stood up and both of them moved away from the bathhouse. Dimitri still barked out loud and could barely get a grip. Claude’s heart warmed up, he never saw Dimitri laughing like this before and it suited him fantastic. While walking back to the dorms, he moved his arms behind his head, gazing at the giggling prince.

"What’s so funny?“

"That was just hilarious. First, I was torn about Sylvain’s plan, not leaving me be in peace with this evening. But this was just… fun. I guess, he did have some point, about just enjoying youth. When there is hardly much else to enjoy.“

Claude flinched. He didn’t agree with Dimitri there, but now was not the time and place to argue over such issues. "Well, I’m glad you had fun.“

"Oh by the way, what happened to your tunic?“

Claude looked upon the sky, gazing at the constellations he knew by heart since childhood. "Uhh, don’t know. Just kinda, you know….lost it.“ He knew he had Big fat lie ridden all over his face, but what happened tonight was his little treasure to keep to himself.

Dimitri looked at him knowingly in silence, not asking further questions.

"So, did you actually see anything? That was Sylvain’s goal for you and Ignatz, right?“

The prince snorted loudly. "Yeah well, we did see a fierce Catherine rampaging towards us. But you know, Sylvain likes to underestimate me in some matters. As a matter of fact, I did witness things he could only dream of. And I certainly know that he does dream about it – unfortunately for me.“ He puckers his face.

"Hmm, interesting. If I combine that statement, my skilled observation and knowledge about the two of you, my educated guess would be that it has to do with our dear sweet lady Ingrid.“

Dimitri chuckled. "Claude, you are way too nosy. This will get you into big trouble one day. Curiosity killed the cat after all. But by all means, the story with Ingrid just happened by accident.“

Claude peeked over at him. "Well maybe that goes for big cats, but certainly not for deer. And sure, it’s always an accident. Me losing my tunic was also one.“

They silently walked back to their rooms, when cries of agony and fear echoed throughout the night. As Mercedes would tell one of her legendary stories, it is said, that the bathhouse beholds the cursed spirits of every student trying to get into the building secretly, awaiting a painful and everlasting nightmare brought over them by a furious witch. Since that very night, no student dared to go near the bathhouse anymore.

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When Claude jumped away out to the hallway, Byleth felt the heat crawling up to her head. What did just happen? The unknown emotion teared at her insides, filling her up with euphoria and nausea at the same time. Was she getting sick? Sothis knocked on the inside of her mind. „Oh child, you truly know nothing of this world and their people. I wish for you to keep giving yourself in to all of these new impressions, with me being at your side to aid you. You may contain the soul of a god-like creature but you still remain human. And as a human, you shall be fulfilled with emotions and ambitions in order to find what you seek …“

As usual, Sothis’words were those of a mystery for her. But she began to understand the true meaning to those whispers within her mind. Her fingers ran through the thin fabric of the tunic, as she pulled it up to her face, inhaling the scent of forests and wind.

Shamir walked in, undisturbed of the happenings of that night. "Did you see my armor? Or my towel? They somehow went missing.“ Byleth shook her head. Shamir looked skeptic. "Where did you find that top? Doesn’t look like your size.“

Byleth shrugged and put her stony face back on. "Found it.“

Shamir had the same indifferent expression as she left the room.

"Lucky you.“

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Other Worlds (Obi-Wan x Reader) Pt.3

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Part 1 Part 2

And never underestimate the power of a small act of kindness. A selfless gesture, a moment of reassurance, even something so simple as a smile can be enough to save a person. After all, when you are stumbling blind in the dark, the soft, steady glow of a single star is all that’s required to illuminate the way forward. ~ Beau Taplin // Illuminate

Naboo was everything like Y/N had said it would be. From the gushing waterfalls to the tree-lined avenues. The soft spring sun created dappled patterns as it shone through the leaves.

Padme watched her friend’s thinly veiled amazement with a small smile. Coming from desert planet, Anakin was not used to seeing so much water and feeling a breeze that wasn’t as warm as the planet’s twin suns.

Having just left her parent’s residence, the pair were headed to Naboo’s picturesque Lake Country. If she had to be in hiding, Padme had decided to make the most of it.

~ ~ ~

Endless torrential rains greeted Obi-Wan as he entered Kamino’s atmosphere. Perpetual storm clouds prevented any natural light from making its way through.

Entire cities were built on stilts in order for its inhabitants to escape the raging waters that covered the entire surface of the planet.

Eventually locating a landing platform and touching down, Obi-Wan immediately felt the hard pellets of rain as his cockpit slid open. Stepping out, he lifted his hood for some measure of protection against the violent weather. Wasting no time, he headed for the nearest entrance and sighed in relief when the door slid open.

This relief turned to confusion and curiosity as a tall pale alien approached him and spoke in calm voice. “Master Jedi. The Prime Minister is expecting you.”

Hoping he didn’t appear too confused, Obi-Wan spoke, “I’m expected?”

The tall alien nodded, “of course. He is anxious to meet you. After all these years, we were beginning to think you weren’t coming. Now please, this way.”

Obi-Wan followed the pale creature down numerous white halls until at last they came to a chamber in which sat another member of the same species. From his garb, he appeared to be someone of importance. This was confirmed when he was introduced. “May I present Lama Su, Prime Minister of Kamino.”

Obi-Wan bowed respectfully when he was introduced and took an offered seat opposite the Prime Minister.

Almost instantly the Prime Minister launched into a topic of conversation that Obi-Wan was not at all familiar with.

“Two hundred thousand units are ready. With a million more well on the way.”

Units? Units of what? Clearing his expression of any confusion that may have lingered there, Obi-Wan met the Prime Minister’s eyes. “That, is good news.”

The pale alien smiled and nodded, “Please tell your Master, Sifo-Dyas that we have every confidence that his order will be met on time.”

Obi-Wan wasn’t sure if he’d heard correctly. “I’m sorry, Master..?”

His confusion was not lost on the Prime Minister. “Jedi Master Sifo-Dyas is still a leading member of the Jedi Council, is he not?”

Obi-Wan was momentarily lost for words but soon found his voice. “Master Sifo-Dyas was killed almost ten years ago.” His brow furrowed in thought, maybe there was more to this than just the simple assassination of a Senator.

“I’m so sorry to hear that,” the Prime Minister paused briefly before continuing, “but you must be anxious to inspect the units for yourself.”

Seeing no other alternative, Obi-Wan smiled and nodded. “That’s why I’m here.”

The Prime Minister rose elegantly and Obi-Wan followed suit. News of the army did not bode well and he began to wonder if Y/N knew anything about this.

~ ~ ~

After everything she had been taught, Y/N had expected death to feel somewhat different to what she was currently experiencing. Prying her eyes open, she blinked as she took in her surroundings and groaned when she recognised the hive-like structure of her cell.

Maybe death was a better alternative. Geonosis was a hole Y/N had hoped never to return to. From the insectile natives to the rocky and barren terrain, Y/N detested it all.

Upon noticing that her hands were bound this time, she huffed in annoyance and pushed herself into a standing position. The only thing that caught a sliver of her interest were high-up windows that she had no hope of reaching. Then a grating noise came from behind her, causing her to turn around. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at her visitor.

“You are awake,” that refined tone grated her nerves.

“Unless I’ve started talking in my sleep, it would seem so.” Y/N kept her voice at a monotone, seeing no point in putting in any effort for this man, whoever he was. “Why am I here?”

Nodding to the guard that must have been standing just outside the door, the man took a few steps in her direction. “It is indeed a surprise that one such as you has not yet attained the rank of Master.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes, that was indeed a sore point for her. Standing up straight, she looked him in the eye and smiled slightly. “It is not for me to determine whether or not I should hold that rank. It is the Council’s decision.”

“Ah yes, the Council.” The man seemed thoughtful, “the very same Council that undermines you at every turn.”

“We’ve had our differences,” Y/N agreed. “But I do not see how that has anything to do with my being here. Of all places.”

“There are those that would benefit greatly from your talents.”

Y/N couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “What are you saying?”

“Join me,” the man held out a hand, “and you will be given the respect you so rightly deserve.”

Y/N eyed his hand as though it were a particularly poisonous snake. “You’re one of them aren’t you?” She fervently hoped she was wrong.

“If by them, you are referring to those of us who wish to leave the Republic, then yes.”

Y/N’s lip curled in disgust. “Separatists,” she spat the word like it was poison in her mouth.

“You are making a grave mistake young Y/L/N.”

Her answering smile held no warmth. “It is you who are making the mistake. Asking me to betray my people and everything I stand for. If you knew me at all, you would know that this is a waste of time.” She moved to stand in front of him and looked him straight in the eye. “I will never join you. I stand for stability and peace, you stand for chaos and war and I want nothing to do with either.”

The man said nothing, he simply turned on his heel and signaled for the guard to open the door. He did not look back.

All of a sudden, all energy left her. Collapsing to the floor, Y/N knew that whatever was truly going on here, the Council had to be informed.

~ ~ ~

If he had to describe the clone army he had just seen in two words, impressive and intimidating were the first ones that came to mind.

Having learnt from the Prime Minister that the original host for the clones was on-planet, Obi-Wan had immediately requested an audience with him. As he followed the Prime Minister, he witnessed the different stages of growth for the clones. “It’s all very impressive.” There was no denying that.

“I’d hoped you’d be pleased,” Lama Su replied with a slight bow.

Then one question came to mind, one so obvious that Obi-Wan wondered how he had not thought of it before. “Tell me, Prime Minister. When my Master Sifo-Dyas first contacted you, did he say who it was for...himself....or?” He knew he was treading on potentially dangerous ground here, but he had to know.

Lama Su seemed surprised. “Himself? Of course not,” he turned to look at a group of developing embryos. “This army is for the Republic.”

“The Republic?” Obi-Wan wasn’t sure if he’d heard correctly. Why would the Republic possibly require an army? Especially one of this size.

The Prime Minister seemed to have sensed his confusion. “We are also very much against this Count Dooku and his seccessionist movement.” He said by way of explanation, “we are proud to be of help to the Republic.”

Having allowed the Prime Minister’s assistant to show him his quarters, Obi-Wan immediately went about contacting the Council. This matter was troubling indeed and having his suspicions about this so-called Master Sifo-Dyas confirmed, Obi-Wan tried to settle down and get some rest. He hoped that the planned meeting with the clone host would provide him with some much-needed answers.

His mind however, would grant him no such peace. Worry for Y/N crept into his thoughts. Did her disappearance have any connection to this? He had not seen her for a near two weeks and yet it felt like two years.

~ ~ ~

Y/N soon discovered that, without her weapons, or hands for that matter, her situation was not looking to improve any time soon.

Biting her lip in thought, Y/N looked at the walls of her cell. Her eyes then traveled up to the windows. If she could somehow get up there. Knowing that she had little to no alternatives, Y/N already dreaded the thought of just how high up those windows were. Never having liked heights, Y/N knew that she would have to use an incredible amount of focus if she was to ever see the outside of this wretched cell.

Taking a deep breath, she approached one of the walls and slid her bound hands into the nearest handhold. So, she began to climb.

Her muscles were soon quivering with the effort it took for her to not let go and crash to the ground. The higher she went, the smaller the handholds became. Small scratches littered her hands and forearms and she had to force herself to look up.

Cursing the shackles around her wrists for what seemed like the hundredth time, Y/N reached for the next handhold. Her hands however, were slippery with sweat. Luckily for the young Jedi, the rock was far from smooth. Latching onto it, she pulled herself up and with relief beyond imagining, saw a window right above her. Thanking the Force a thousand times over, she pulled her exhausted body through the window, but failed to remember that Geonosian hives resembled towers.

With both hands shakily preventing her from falling, Y/N dared to look and see just how high she was. She almost cried with relief upon noticing that her feet dangled a mere few feet above the rocky ground. Letting go, she landed gracefully with the help of the Force.

Forcing her trembling and tired body to stand up straight, Y/N knew she had to find out just what was going on. Knowing that if she stopped she would collapse, Y/N crept into the nearest entrance.

The entire palace-like building seemed to be deserted, strangely so. Making an effort to move quietly, Y/N made her way down numerous passageways and paused when the sound of machinery reached her ears. Curious, she changed direction.

Y/N swore her jaw hit the floor. It did not take her long to find the source of the noise. Before her lay the infamous Geonosian droid foundries. Her heart hammered in her chest as she witnessed row after row of battle droids being created. What in the name of the Force was going on here? Was there to be a war? Did the Council know? Did Obi-Wan? Just the thought of her friend made her smile, albeit a little sadly. She had not seen or spoken to him since his mission to Ansion. If only she had a way of reaching him now.

“You are quite the curious one aren’t you?”

Y/N froze, her train of thought disrupted by that hated voice. Turning to face him, she denied him the satisfaction of seeing her panic.

To be continued...

Part 4

#star wars #attack of the clones #prequels #reader insert #obi-wan X reader #Anakin Skywalker #Obi-Wan Kenobi #padme amidala #beau taplin #darthsidious #tatooine #geonosis

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bladesofaura13 · 6 years

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Consequences and Pain-A Supernatural One Shot

First prompt done! This took way too long but here it is.

All of this was done in one straight shot, so excuse anything out of place as it wasn’t edited. Please tell me if you see a mistake though, so I can fix it.

Enjoy!

Post where you can see other prompts to suggest: https://bladesofaura13.tumblr.com/post/172711461487/hey-i-need-to-actually-write-for-once-so-can

(Y/N) made her choice and she already knows what Cas is going to say, but she can’t leave it like this.

Warnings: There’s a mention of self harm, but indirectly. As for the story, it’s just angsty fluff!

"I probably should have thought about the consequences of selling my soul first."

She rolled her eyes, "Is that what you were going to say Cas? Because honestly, I don't give a fuck about my soul. I care about you guys!" She said, turning around with fire in her eyes.

Had she been avoiding this conversation? Hell yes. But she already knew that the boys would tell her off for it. The boys would never agree to her selling her sou to get them back, but she did it. She did it for them.

No.

That was a lie. The boys would have found a way to escape. She could have looked harder for a way to get them out. But she was tired. She was so, so tired. She had missed them, a lot. And honestly? If she hadn't got them back right then and there, if the demon had said no, she didn't know what she would have done. But it wouldn't have been pretty, she was sure of that.

Now she was here with Cas, waiting for the demon to hold up it's end of the deal. And Cas? She could remember when he found her at the crossroads.

...

She sat in the dusty road. She scratched at the rock that she had in her fingers, cream colored dust collecting in her unkempt nails.

A hand grabbed her shoulder. She tensed, looking up.

"Azr-" She stopped herself. It wasn't the demon. Of course it wasn't, they had a job to do. They had to hold up their end of the deal.

She refused to look him in the eyes. She simply got up and started walking back. He sighed, following her.

"(Y/N), answer me." His monotone voice was worried, but she knew that he already knew. He had to know. She'd been gone for hours, or at least she thought.

She kept walking, fist clenched around the dusty rock.

"(Y/N)." He put more force behind his voice. He sped up, grabbing her shoulder. She stopped. "(Y/N), answer me please."

She bit her lip and looked up at the stars. They were so pretty, so very pretty. She'd miss them the most. She'd miss walking outside on the sleepless nights, which was every night really, and starring at them. They had always calmed her, filled her with hope.

He circled around her, placing both hands on her shoulder now. She could imagine his face. Serious and worried, his brows creased. His black hair swept up perfectly, like always. His blue eyes glowing with warmth. She was going to miss his smile so-

She froze, feeling his fingers brushing at her cheek.

"You're crying. Just, please, answer me. Maybe we can stop this." She tore her face away from him, desperately avoiding his gaze. She stepped away from him, taking in a deep breath, and walking forward again. There was no going back.

...

"I understand that." Cas answered, walking towards her. She had been pacing all night. He knew what happend. She had sold her soul to get Sam and Dean back, "But think about this, would Sam and Dean really want to come back only to lose you?"

She sniffed. He froze. He didn't want to upset her again.

"Of course they don't Cas, but we're out of options and out of time. They can't stay down there, we need them up here!" She still wouldn't look him in the eyes.

"We also need you," He stated simply. She started walking again, and Cas began to walk towards her again, worried that she had started pacing again. He soon stopped however when he realized she was walking to the window. She looked up at the sky.

The moon was full again. It shone down on her skin, making it glow. She almost had an angelic look, or how humans would describe it he supposed. He waited for her reply.

"Cas." Her voice was a whisper.

"Yes (Y/N)?" He watched her closely. Why was she being so quiet? There was no one around to hear them and she had been yelling just moments before.

"You wouldn't... You don't understand. I had to do it. I was desperate Cas. I couldn't do it on my own. I never really could." He reeled back.

"(Y/N), what are you talking about? You have me."

"You aren't ever here Cas. And I don't mean that in a bad way, I know you're looking for ways to help. I know that. But I'm tired of sitting here and doing this alone." Cas took a few tentative steps forward.

"(Y/N), I don't understand. Didn't you hunt alone before Dean called you. If I remember correctly, he said you were quite capable." She sniffed again, looking down at her hands.

She started speaking again, her voice suddenly hoarse like it was a great effort to speak, "Cas, just because I hunted alone doesn't mean I should have. I did it for years after Sam left. I was well trained. John had done a good job. But me? I was reckless. I did what I needed too, yeah. I killed every last son of a bitch I could find. But I did it for me, not because I was supposed to, not really. That was just a bonus. If I thought a monster was going to hit me, I'd let it. One, two, but instead of a knockout on me, that's when I took them down. Then I'd find the next job. I went nonstop Cas."

"I... I don't understand."

"Castiel. You can't tell me you haven't noticed. Have you seen how beat up I was after that vamp nest? There were three of them. Three! And I was beat to shit." By now Cas was close to her and he could finally see the tears run down her cheeks.

"(Y/N), I..." He grabbed her shoulder and she finally looked at him. She finally met his eyes. With just one look he could see the deep rooted sorrow in them. How had he missed that? How had he not seen that something was so wrong? "I'm so sorry."

That was the needle that broke the camel's back. The streams from her eyes became rushing rivers in seconds. She hugged him as tight as she could. He froze before patting her head, unsure what to do.

And then she was gone, her body limp in his arms. Her muffled sobs had disappeared, the air left disturbingly empty. All he had left of the moment from seconds ago was the tears that now stained his coat.

"Cas?" He looked out the window. Dean and Sam were back.

He swore there was a new, brighter star in the sky and then it disappeared.

#supernatural #reader insert #castiel #tw: mention of self harm #mention of self harm #my writing

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syriul · 6 years

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Amara - p.1

Request: Can you please do Ivar and oc; where the Oc is from the Middle East and is a Muslim. But she’s very beautiful and smart and rather than becoming a slave is able to gain attention from many people. And a happy ending with Ivar thanx - @angelinaburns

“Amara! Are you deaf?” The slave trader was losing patience with me, yet I still refused to step out of the line of slaves being paraded around the throne room.

Although the burly man’s rising anger made the hair on the back of my neck rise on end, I knew that I had a point to make: I was not an easily subdued woman, not even when facing slavery.

Was it foolish? Maybe to someone who couldn’t make calculated moves.

“Amara!”.” The slaver’s tone was deadly.

I knew I was pushing my luck. Still, I remained where I stood with my chin up in the air defiantly. The other slaves in the throne room must have thought my actions seemed foolishly brave; I tired my hardest to conceal the sense of fear was beginning to grow in the pit of my stomach.

The truth was that I didn’t know the man who’d taken me from my home and therefore had no clue as to how far he would go when anger overtook him. Would he merely strike me down with the palm of his hand, or would he gut me like an animal in front of everyone? The only thing that kept the fear from bubbling out of me and taking over was the constant reminder that calculated risks were needed if I was ever to find my way home.

I took a deep breath, slowly turned my head towards the slaver, and locked eyes with him. I narrowed my gaze, as if daring him to speak my name once more.

A stunned expression grazed his face for a second before a deep scowl took over. He began to make his way towards me, his heavy steps made the bare floorboards of the throne room bang like thunder. My heart began to race faster and faster with his every move.

I instinctively knew what was going to happen the second the slave trader reached me, so I did the one thing I could think of: I stepped out of the slave line-up like I had originally been instructed to do. The slaver stopped in his tracks, I could see he was fuming with anger that threatened to erupt; I let a pleased smile spread across my face.

“I don’t know,” a voice spoke from a few feet ahead of me, “she seems like trouble.”

My silent confrontation with the slaver had left me to forget that I, along with seven other slaves, was being presented to the ruling family of the place I’d come to know as Kattegat.

“Yes,” the slaver responded through clenched teeth, “but she is worth the trouble.” The slaver took hold of my face with his dirty hand and squeezed, he was putting my features on display. “Have you ever seen such a beauty? Her eyes as black as the night sky, her lips as sweet as berries, her skin so clearly kissed by the sun goddess, Sol, herself.”

I rolled my eyes at his every word. From a young age people had made it known that I possessed the gift of beauty, and it was true that it made my life easier than that of most, but still it had ceased to be a source of pride for me a long time ago. Now it was nothing more than an everyday fact, like the sky being blue or water being wet.

The slaver released his hold on my face and stepped closer to the man before continuing to talk. “Bjorn, your father and step mother bought slaves from me for decades and not once did they have any complains. Why would I ruin my business relationship with your family now?”

The man who I now knew to be Bjorn thought over the slaver’s words. A long silence filled the room before he spoke. “Very well, I trust that you will take her back if she happens to be more trouble than she’s worth.” His words were calm, but his voice held a hint of warning.

The slaver nodded rapidly, from the looks of it he was eager to get rid of me. “Can I expect the usual twenty pieces of gold?” He held out his hand before Bjorn could even answer.

Bjorn scoffed at the man’s obvious impatience. “Ten gold pieces.” He corrected as he removed a small coin purse from his belt.

“Of course,” the slaver’s nostrils flared, “my mistake.”

Bjorn tossed the slaver the coin purse and waited for him to make sure that all ten gold pieces were accounted for before dismissing him.

Within second I was the only person left in the throne room with Bjorn. I could feel his gaze running me up and down, inspecting me to make sure I was whole.

I couldn’t believe that I’d been unable to keep myself from being sold. I’d hoped that bad behavior would allow me to remain in the slaver’s care at least until he ran out of trading posts to visit and was forced to circle back to where I’d been taken from, there I would have made my escape; this unexpected turn of events meant I now had to reassess my escape plan.

“Your name is Amara?” Bjorn spoke to me in my native tongue, as he’d done so with the slaver.

I nodded in response.

“How long have you been a slave?”

“Two, maybe three months.”

Bjorn nodded in understanding. “Then you are inexperienced with slave life, correct?”

Again, I nodded.

He looked me up and down once more before speaking again. “It isn’t an easy life. There are a few rules you should always remember. First, you are never to harm a free person, it will end badly for you. Second, you will follow every instruction given to you, no matter what it is, if not it will end badly for you. And lastly, you will work quickly and quietly, if not -”

“It will end badly for me.” I finished for him.

Bjorn stifled a gruff laugh. “You’ll be sleeping in the barn, with all the other slaves.” He walked past me and made his way towards the throne room’s entrance.

“May I ask you something?” I spoke to his back.

His footsteps halted and he turned to face me. “What?”

“How can you and that slave keeper speak Arabic?” My tone was audibly curious but my face was as void of emotion as a rock, just as I intended it to be,

Bjorn rubbed the bridge of his nose, clearly growing exasperated and in a hurry to leave, before answering. “I’ve been to a few Caliphates, and we sometimes do business there.”

And with that a new plan of escape began to form in my mind’s eye. Here he was, a man who’d been to my part of the world, who I knew came from a people who tended to explore lands. I knew this meant that sooner or later he would be going back to the land where I could easily escape; I had to make sure I was part of the journey.

Without saying another word, Bjor turned to leave while a slave woman who’d remained in the shadows urged me towards the kitchens.

The sound of men drinking, shouting, and doing a poor job at singing filled the throne room. Off in a corner a few men were betting on an arm wrestling match, in the center of the room a group of women danced in the most crazed way I’d ever seen, and there were many new faces.

It had been well over a over a month since I’d been bough by Bjorn Ironside and I’d begun to grow accustomed to the monotonous life that seemed to befall the city of Kattegat; tonight’s celebration was a welcomed change.

I wasn’t exactly sure what the celebration was for; although I’d made significant progress, I was still in the beginning stages of learning to speak Norse and the only people who could speak Arabic were Bjorn and his younger brother, Hvitserk.

I was standing off to the side holding a platter of meats and waiting on the men as the party around me took on a life of its own. If I were home, I would have been the one being served; the irony of my situation was not lost on me.

“Here he comes. Move aside! He’s coming in!.” The voices of the attendees merged together in a low murmur as the front doors swung open and the commotion died down.

I placed the platter I’d been holding down on a nearby table and slowly wove through the crowd of people that had formed between the doors and the throne itself. I stood on my toes trying to catch a glimpse of whoever it was that the people were excited to see.

That’s when I saw him, the king I’d heard so much about in the last month. He was dragging himself across the floor, between the horde of people. Every few feet he stopped, shook someone’s hand, and flashed a proud smile. Everyone’s eyes were on him until he reached his throne and hoisted himself on to it.

Ivar waited for everyone in the room to stop their excited whispering before he started talking. “Today,” he began in a slightly authoritative tone, “we celebrate our return form England, where my brother, Ubbe,” he motion towards the man that stood to his right holding a cup of ale, “and I, along with our fellow vikings, took gold, land, and the lives of Christians.” He motioned for a near by slave to hand him a cup of ale. “The Gods smiled down upon us this raiding season! Tonight we celebrate not only the Gods, but ourselves as well!” As if on cue, three bearlike men appeared, each holding an open trunk of golden artifacts. The crowd cheered as the young king raised his cup and shouted, “Skål!”

My eyebrows furrowed. I knew Vikings survived on raiding, but I’d never imagined they’d be so open to brag about it. And I most certainly had no idea that they carried so much animosity towards Christians. It made me wonder if they, too, celebrated after their every attack on my home.

I was so deep in thought that I had failed to hear someone calling out to me. It wasn’t until an unknown hand landed gently on my shoulder that I was pried lose from my thoughts.

“I’m sorry, what was it you asked?” I asked in heavy accented Norse.

Ubbe, the young kings brother, stood in front of me. His hand remained on my shoulder as he spoke. “I asked, who might you be?”

“A new slave.” Bjorn, who I’d failed to notice, answered before I even had the chance to open my mouth.

Around us the celebration had resumed. People were once more laughing and enjoying themselves.

“I think she’s far too pretty to be a slave.” I heard Hvitserk’s voice, but I could not see him. It wasn’t until I turned somewhat to the left that he came into view.

The three brothers began to talk about me as if I was not there. I remained silent, intent on assessing the situation. Why were they not ordering me back to waiting on the men and women? Were they being kind? Did they want something from me?

“What’s going on here?” Ivar’s voice was the force that finally halted the talking.

Ubbe took a step aside, allowing Ivar to drag himself in between him and Bjorn.

“There’s a new slave.” Ubbe rustled his brother’s hair as he spoke; Ivar swatted his hand away.

“Why is that special?”

“Because,” Hvitserk pushed Ubbe out of the way, “look at her.” He held out his hand as if to present me.

I felt Ivar’s eyes roam from my legs, to my torso, and finally rest on my face. I felt my cheeks grow hot with embarrassment; I was being presented to a king as nothing more than a pretty face.

“What is your name?” Ivar used the same authoritative tone he had used on the crowd, only now it was much quieter.

“Amara.” I bowed my head in respect.

“You are not from here, are you?”

I shook my head.

He inspected my clothing; I’d been lucky enough to keep the veil that covered my hair, but my normal attire, what I would have worn back home, was long gone. These days, I wore a dark, mossy green dress that was practically falling apart at the seams.

“You are from the sunny, warm lands my brother talks about, are you not?” Ivar spoke as if he’d solved an impossible riddle.

“Yes.” Again, I bowed my head.

Without saying a word, Ivar gave me a sly smile and began to drag himself back towards his throne. Once he was seated, he called out for everyone’s attention. “Among us lies a foreigner. A foreigner from far, far away.”

I began to question the situation. Ivar was clearly talking about me, but why? What had I done that earned so much attention?

“And she,” he continued, “would like to show us a bit of where she comes from. Amara, dance for us!”

By the time he’d stopped talking, the entire room had caught on that it was me he was talking about. everyone’s glare burned into me. Now I was the center of attention. I had to do some quick thinking.

Woah, I know this is long. I got carried away; I tend to get carried away with my writing sometimes. There will definitely be a part 2.

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c9sneaksen-blog · 7 years

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Incorrect paperwork and miscommunication lead the team to believe they’ve lost someone that they feel incomplete without…

A/N - this went from a 2000 word idea to a 10,000 slug fest of of feels and emotions. Enjoy the angst! Lots of cameo’s from other teams in this - mainly TSM ^^ :D

-Delayed Arrival-

Day One - Three AM

“Fuck, why did his flight have to come in at such a ridiculous time of the morning?” Zach wrapped his arms around his shoulders and tried his best to stop yawning. “It’s too early to be out of bed on a Saturday.”

“You didn’t have to come Sneaks.”

“Perish the thought, I have had to ordeal six weeks without this monkey, I want as many seconds as I can to whine at him at how boring it’s been without him and how dare he go on a holiday without m- us.”

There were numerous eye-rolls from the team at this, and a muttered just loud enough for Zach to hear.

“You just need to admit it already.”

“Admit what?” Zach’s sheepish grin was enough for anyone to know he knew actually what Impact was talking about. He just wasn’t going to admit it - not now, not probably ever, because that was only due to fail.

“Whatever man, come out we have to get the gate.” Shaking his head Jack consulted the piece of paper one final time before leading his team off to the gate where there missing mid laner should be arriving any minute. The whole team didn’t have to come by any means, yet they were here anyway. Jack wasn’t too sure if he was expecting anything less.

The gate was busy as expected, people were milling about in groups, looking confused and irate. The plane, which should have already landed was nowhere in sight. Airport security lined the gate, personal and important looking people in suits stood with them.

“What in the world is going on?” Ever the productive one, it was Andy that made his way through the crowds towards the security and the staff, looking a little despondent at seeing how serious they all looked. “Excuse me, could you let me know what is happening here?”

“Are you waiting for a passenger from Flight DN72 direct from Copenhagen?”

“Of course, that is why we are here.”

“There are others with you?“

“Yes, just over there-” Andy made hand motions towards where the rest of the team were, some of them waving back and giving him looks of confusion. “Our friend was on the flight, he’d been in Denmark visiting family, has something happened?”

“Please go stand with your other friends, a member of staff will come speak to your directly soon.”

That did not sound good. Airline staff did not just go out of their way to speak to people individually, if it was something simple, like a delay of time or a grounding due to weather they would just announce it generally. They wouldn’t need all this security, they wouldn’t need to be so… tense. Something was certainly wrong, Andy could sense it, and he didn’t like it.

“So - what’s going on?”

“Someone is going to come and speak to us directly, I don’t like the sound of that.”

“Directly - why would they even….”

The sentence, and any other conversations were suddenly cut out by a loud, painful wail. Nearer the gate an older women had fallen to her knees, clutching onto her chest as she screamed and cried. A member of the airport security knelt down beside her, a steady and firm hand on her shoulder. All around them, people were having the same reactions.

“Excuse me, you are all here for a passenger on the Copenhagen flight.”

All they could do was wordlessly nod, perhaps realizing what news was about to come.

“I am sorry, there is no easy way to tell you this, an hour ago we lost contact with the flight. A short time ago the wreckage was found, at this stage, there looks to be no survivors-”

At this point the conversation trailed off for most of them. Jack pushed his way forward, somehow blocking out the scream running through his head to pull the attendant away to talk to him away from his team. They didn’t need to know details, they didn’t need to hear a monotone voice that sounded like a voice recorder.

Behind him, Jack could hear, and even sense the team breaking - slowly, one by one as the barriers all shattered. The stubborn want to be the one to hold it together wasn’t enough. He could hear the whispers, shocked, confused, the refusal and denial of something like this happening. But then the whispers turned to silence, the silence turned to choking sobs of pain.

He turned away from the attendant and back to his team in time to see Zach completely crack. Collapsing to the ground with Andy’s arms wrapped around him in some attempt of comfort as Zach broke down, gripping Andy so hard his knuckles were white, sobbing so much his whole body shock.

“No… no, this can’t be - this can’t be happening, I - no… no…”

Four and a half thousand miles away, oblivious to what was happening back home, Jensen slept restlessly across a couch in the Copenhagen Airport, his bag haphazardly thrown on the floor in front of him, his phone flashing in and out of brightness on top of it.

‘Stupid airline mucked up my flight and it was oversold - trying to figure out how to get home. Might be a few more days, don’t try to miss me too much xox’

The message sending continued to load, spiraling quicker and quicker as the phone continued to flicker. It gave one final burst of light, the whole screen filling with static before finally turning off. The text, although marked as sent on the phone, was completely lost. It did not reach it’s destination.

Day One - Nine AM

He didn’t even get why he always took so much stuff with him when he went back home for the holidays. Unpacking was the worst thing to him imaginable and yet he did it to himself every six months. Finally he was unpacked though, it had only taken him a solid three days. It was good to back however, somehow this house was beginning to feel a lot more like home than his parents place ever could.

It was still two weeks before the split started too, which meant he had plenty of time to catch up with his team mates. And play some solo que, in fact it would be a good time to finally get some streaming in - he had missed that while he had been on holiday.

“Morning Vince.”

It came to no surprise to the mid laner that the support was already up - it normally was just the two of them in the earlier morning. He didn’t expect to see the rest of the team for another hour at least, maybe more seeming they had no schedule to keep.

“Bjerg!” He was greeted with a warm smile, Vincent came barreling over to him, phone in hand and a look of concentration on his face. “Did you see this - I had a mild panic attack when I did but then I was all, wait you’re already home - it’s all good.”

With a small confused frown, Soren looked down at the headline Vincent had up on his phone, something in him kind of broke as he drew in a sharp breath. At first it had just seemed like a normal, if not horrid, article about a plane crash, but then he read the details, the airline the flight had been with, where it had come from, it’s destination.

“You and Dennis flew with that same airline right? Scary.”

“Vince…” Soren’s voice cracked, his words felt so heavy as they left his mouth. “We’re not the only ones that were returning home this week…” Taking a deep breath he looked over at Vincent who had just frozen, all happiness and light-hardheartedness gone, replaced by a look of someone that wanted to throw up. “There was a reason why the start of split party they invited us to was tonight…”

Suddenly very, very pale Vincent’s voice was stretched as he tried his best to sound optimistic. “It doesn’t mean he was on that flight…”

“There’s only the one - I… I could be wrong but can I?” Soren shook his head. “If I call them what the hell do I say?”

“I don’t think you’ll need to say anything, if any of them even answer their phone - you’ll just know.”

He never imagined, in his even worst nightmare that this would be a call he would have to make. He didn’t even know WHO to call at first, because if this was true they would probably be all a mess. Zach was most certainly out of the question, and he didn’t really think the other team members would be even better. In the end he found himself dialing Jack’s number. Not because he thought he wouldn’t be upset, he just probably was the one keeping it the most together at this stage.

Soren didn’t even need to ask, Jack answered him straight away.

“You saw the news…”

“I - fuck we did. I thought, I hoped I had remembered wrong.”

“No… no you remembered right.”

“I…. are you guys home?”

“What yes we-”

“We’re coming over.”

“We - Soren you don’t need to.”

“Yes I do, yes we do - you guys need people now, and we’re going to be it.”

“I don’t think I-”

“No arguments, I’m coming - and I’m bringing the team with me - see you soon.”

He wasn’t taking no for an answer, as much as hearing the news had rocked and completely shattered him Soren knew at this time they needed some sort of rock, some sort of strength to hold onto. He could be, his team could be that - until they had time, until they somehow managed. Soren could grieve his own way for his friend later, once he helped them.

“I’ll get the team up.” Vincent had heard all he needed from Soren’s end of the phone call. His mid laner was right, there was something they could do to help right now and they would do it. If if that it was as simple as just being there - it was something - and they will do it with gusto. “Met you out front in five.”

Normally getting the whole of TSM up in five minutes was a stupid and the notion of it actually happening was laughable.. This morning, however was different, Soren soon found himself in the team’s van, packed with tired, shocked, team members on the way to the C9 team house.

They got there quicker than normally, no one mentioned that they probably broke a few speeding limits on their way - no one cared at this point. The quicker they got there the all better for it. When they did get there however, an odd feeling overcame them as they seemed to walk up to the door in a thick fog of confusion.

What did they say? What did they do? Could they actually make anything better?

The door was unlocked, more so than that - it had been left slightly ajar almost as if no one bothered, or cared to close it. Not that they blamed them in the kind of state they were in. Kevin made sure to shut the door behind him, cringing slightly as the sound, although quiet, echoed around the cold silence.

The house, was normally one of the warmest places you could find yourself was a shell of itself. As TSM made there way into the house, into the main lounge they were greeted by the sight of their friends looking like they had no idea what to do, what they were doing and what they could do at this stage.

Vincent made the first move, moving over to the couch, nodding to his fellow support as he sat down beside him. “Hey.”

“You guys actually came?”

“Of course, not going to let you all go through this alone.” Vincent sighed, placing a hand on Andy’s shoulder. “Just… let us do whatever we need us to, I know you probably are unsure what that is right now but we’re here to do it.”

“Thank you I don’t know… we’re all just, floating? I don’t know, we haven’t really spoken about it.” Andy looked around the room, noticing that some of the team weren’t even here, retreating to their rooms to find some kind of explanation of what had happened. His eyes, however fell on one person in particular, sitting alone, on the floor in the corner of the room. “It’s hit Zach the worst, he - he hasn’t even moved.”

Vincent made a very unsubtle head tilt towards Zach on the ground, watching in relief as Kevin made his way over to the carry. Not many people knew this, but Kevin was probably the kindest person he actually knew, underneath all that smug behavior was someone the whole team turn to - it was fitting that he was the one heading to Zach. If anyone could find the right thing to say it would be him.

Zach didn’t even flinch or make any indication that Kevin had sat down beside him. He continued to stare straight ahead, his eyes red rimmed, his chin resting on his pulled up knees. The only sign of life in him was the small sharp breaths in between the small sniffs and hiccups as he attempted to stop crying.

“There’s nothing I can say, do - nothing at this time that’s going to make you feel better. And I really hate that, that there’s just nothing - I have to sit here and watch you go through all this - all of you. But I have to, I have to tell you one thing - Zach, you can’t, you can’t try to stop it - it just doesn’t work.”

He flinched slightly at this, turning his head to look at Kevin, a burning question in his eyes. “Why? What does it accomplish, me sitting here - fucking destroyed isn’t enough, I have to cry as well? It’s not like it will bring him back, it’s not like it will make it any better - I don’t get anything out of it, I don’t get to be okay…”

“I know, but in one, five - ten years, you want to remember him without this burning pain and hate in your chest. Something that will build up if you just bottle it all up…”

“I can’t, I can’t let go because I don’t know if I will be able to stop if I do….”

“That’s okay, I’m not going anywhere.”

There was a subdued silence between them, the air thick with grief and turmoil. It took awhile, minutes had quickly snuck past like they were nothing but slowly, softly, Zach moved ever so closer to Kevin - shivering slightly as their arms touched.

“You know what the worst part is, if that’s even a right thing to say.” With every word Zach leaned closer and closer to the top laner, his words choking and stuttering more and more with tears.

“I never - I… never got to tell him how… how I feel.”

It was all that needed to be said as the mask broke and the floodgates opened.

Kevin found himself with Zach basically in his lap, arms wrapped tightly around the smaller brunette as he cried bitterly into his shoulder. There was nothing he could say, nothing he could do. So he just held him, he just ran fingers through his hair and he just let him be. He just let him cry.

Day One - One PM

“You don’t have anything more direct?” Jensen tried to hide his yawn as he consulted with the ticket agent. In his hand he held not the one, but three tickets. A flight to Vancouver, and then Vancouver to New York, and then a long bus ride across states to get back home. It was a bit of a joke really, but Jensen was way too tired and frustrated for a joke.

“I’m sorry sir, all direct flights have been cancelled due to a… flight path change.”

He wasn’t been told all the information, he knew that much - and he kind of hated it. But then, being too tired for jokes also meant that he was too tired to argue. He should have been home by now, he should be with his team, his family, his friends.

“You’re not making me pay for any of this - are you?”

“No Sir, of course not - we will pay for this mistake and make sure you arrive home safely.”

The way she said safely didn’t really sit well with Jensen, the way she was flustered and kept looking back and forth, hoping he wouldn’t ask her any questions. He didn’t want to make her feel miserable, she was after all doing her job - and anything had happened behind the scenes to get him here it wasn’t like it was her fault.

“Okay, thank you - when do I first leave.”

“You flight leaves later on this afternoon. You will depart at 4pm, and arrive at Toronto roughly twelve hours later.”

“Right.” Jensen consulted his tickets. “Then six am for the connecting flight and then the bus.”

“Yes Sir, I am sorry we could not get you one any quicker flights, we are very full this time of year.”

“It’s okay - I’m sorry if I seem angry, I just want to get home.”

“Understandable Sir, if you make your way over to the lounge we will happily provide a lunch for you and a space to relax before your flight.”

“Thank you.”

With a deep sigh Jensen made his way over to the lounge indicated by the attendant, staring at his phone and hitting it on the back in attempt to get it to work.Nothing - all Jensen got was a black screen and a small vibrate in an attempt at working. Looks like he would just have to wait to get home to see his friends.

At least they knew he was safe and on his way, he was glad he had managed to get that final text out to Zach before his phone had decided to do… whatever this was. Jensen just had no idea that the text never got to Zach, he had no idea that right now, they thought he was the exact opposite of safe.

Day One - Three PM

“I finally got Zach asleep, although I doubt he will stay that way for much longer - and he’ll probably freak out when he wakes up so someone should keep an eye on him.”

“I’ll do it - you already have done enough Kevin, you should have some rest yourself.”

“You, shouldn’t you be having some time to yourself for this?”

Soren cringed, Kevin may have been right about that but he couldn’t let that happen. He said he would be here for his friends and that is exactly what he would do. There was no point in breaking down now and cracking. He had to wait, maybe in a few days - maybe when he was alone and not around anyone else who was broken.

He didn’t want to add to their distress and pain - they already had enough.

Besides, all what Soren really wanted to do right now was scream in Danish, and that wasn’t helpful to anyone. He was pretty sure it wouldn’t even be helpful to him but at this point he didn’t really care, at this point yelling and screaming was all he wanted to do. After he was away from them of course.

“What’s all this?”

The team all turned at the same time, perfectly in sync at Jack’s question as he walked into the kitchen.

“Ah food?” Peter replied with a small tilt of his head. “We know you guys are horrible at this at the best of times so we thought getting food ready and preparing meals would be a good thing. You have to eat, don’t think we didn’t notice you all skipped lunch.”

“But - but there was no food in the… you brought all this?”

“Don’t think anything of it - we want to help. And this is one of the smaller ways we can do so.”

Jack just continued to stare at the team in shock, not really sure what to say back. A small part of him had kind of expected something like this, but not of this magnitude, and not by all of them. He was astonished at how much they were willing to help, then again, sometimes Jack let the whole rivalry thing get to him. With how much it was all pushed and published it was easy to forget that they were all friends.

“You need to stop questioning that we’re here, or why we are here.”

Soren grabbed a plate of food ready and made his way away from the kitchen and towards Zach’s room. He carefully made his way in and decided to take a seat on the floor, his back leaning against the wall the furthest away from the bed to give Zach some room.

“I don’t have to be baby sitted you know, it’s not like I’m going to do anything stupid.”

“I thought you were asleep.”

“I am very good at pretending when I need to.”

Soren bit his lip. “Do you want to be left alone?”

“I - I don’t know, a part of me does, but then - a part of me want someone here, just in case-” Zach sighed, pulling himself up and leaning against the back of the bed, his eyes looking anywhere but Soren. “It hurts too much to think about him, but then - I don’t want to stop, I don’t want to cut it all out. I don’t know if that make sense.”

“It does - I feel the same way.”

Zach finally looked over at him, his eyes questioning, searching. Soren stared back, the and Zach wondered if he looked just as tired as Soren did - maybe more? Maybe it would be good if he did stay, not just for Zach, but for both of them.

“Could - Could you stay, I mean, you don’t have to but I would really appreciate it.”

“Okay then, I’m not going anywhere.”

A silence fell over the two of them, Soren closing his eyes and resting his head back onto the wall. It wasn’t long before shuffling was heard and Zach made his way over to him, sliding down the wall beside him and silently beginning to nibble on the food that had been brought in.

“It’s really… nice of you all to come - I mean especially seeming we didn’t tell anyone.”

“Vincent saw it on the news this morning, I figured it out.” Soren took a deep breath. “I… both Dennis and I flew home with the same airline, only a few days before…”

“I - that’s…” Zach stopped, somehow his grief just paused for moment as he stared at Soren. Surely he was hurting too, yet here he was - stoic, strong for them - for him. “How are you doing?”

“Ha - we’ll worry about me later.”

“But-”

“Me screaming Danish isn’t going to help anyone Sneaks.”

“It will help you…”

With a small grin, Soren shifted, moving so that he and Zach were side by side. Zach taking the hint and snuggling into the mid lander, letting Soren wrap an arm around him. “Maybe, it will probably just make it worse… but I’d rather that than…”

“Than holding it in and letting it destroy you.”

Soren laughed, shaking his head, “Something like that.”

Day One - Six PM

Juan ignored the knock on the door, even the sound of it opening as he continued to lay on his bed, his eyes screwed up shut as tight as he could as his thoughts flew quickly through his mind. He didn’t want to see anyone, he didn’t want to talk to anyone- he didn’t want to do anything but sit here - try to forget everything and just let the darkness of his room encase him. Apparently, someone didn’t want him to do that however - and as much as Juan knew they meant well, right now - He. Just. Couldn’t. Cope.

He felt the bed move underneath him and tried his best not to move, maybe he could convince whoever it was that he was asleep, maybe if he didn’t say anything they wouldn’t either. Maybe if he didn’t move they would just leave him alone to lay here in darkness, to do nothing - to feel nothing.

“I’m not leaving until you come and eat something Mister - everyone else has gathered in the lounge… even Zach’s out there.”

Zach, no. No he didn’t need to be reminded about how shattered his friend was, how heartbroken and destroyed he was. No, Zach had kind of been like a big brother to him ever since he joined, he couldn’t see him so distraught. Zach was supposed to be the strong steady one. It was wrong, all so wrong…

“You don’t have to talk to anyone, or even look at anyone - you just… have to come out Juan - you have to feel.”

That snapped something in him.

“No, no I fucking don’t need to feel, I don’t need… I…”

“But you’re angry - that’s a feeling right there.”

Juan made a face at this, finally opening his eyes and pushing himself into a sitting position to face the person who was sitting on his bed. The nineteen year old made a face at the TSM AD carry sitting on his bed, looking at him with a deep set concern.

“If I go out will you stop looking at me like that.”

“Depends, will you actually eat something?”

Juan just rolled his eyes at Peter, who decided not to take any of the younger players anger and annoyance personally. He couldn’t really blame him, Peter was also the kind of person that would hide behind anger, which really, meant he wasn’t the best person to lecture him about this - but he was all the kid got.

“Come on, I know you guys hate hearing it, but you can’t just, not feel - and you especially can’t not eat.”

“Can you please stop making sense, it makes being angry at you harder.”

Peter laughed, reaching out and hitting the jungler softly on the shoulder. “Come on - you guys need to do this as a team, and that can’t happen when you’re moping in here - go mope out there instead.”

Juan sighed, running his hand through his hair. “I can’t just sit in here and pretend it didn’t happen?”

Peter would never admit it to anyone, but at that moment a small piece of his heart cracked.

“No, I’m afraid you can’t.”

Day One - Eleven PM

“Why did you leave me, why didn’t you come back like you said you would - look what happened!”

All what Jensen could do was stare, not even sure if his voice could be found to answer the brunette. He had ran towards Zach as soon as he saw him - and he couldn’t stop it, in fact it was like he was running and he wasn’t going anywhere - like running on the spot.

“Why the hell weren’t you here - answer me!”

“Zach I-”

Reaching out a hand even took a large amount of effort, his muscles pulled and screamed at him and his head seemed to burst in pain. But he couldn’t stop, he had to keep going - Zach needed him, he was in pain and he needed him.

“Why weren’t you here?”

The angry Zach was suddenly replaced by a terrified one, a defeated one, sitting on his knees, surrounding by the darkness that Jensen hadn’t realized had descended on them. The brunette just looked up at Jensen, tear stained eyes as he shook his head.

“Why did you leave me?”

“I didn’t, I couldn’t Zach … Zach!”

Jensen gave a cry of shock, reaching forward and grasping thin as air as he sat bolt upright, almost falling off the chair and into the aisle. For a horrible few seconds he didn’t even remember where he was. Fear gripping him - breaths coming in deep gasps it took a kind and soft word from one of the other passengers to calm him down.

“Hey - are you alright, that didn’t look like a very pleasant dream.”

“Dream, yes I, I… I left him and I, no… I’m heading home.” Jensen shook his head trying his best to rid the cobwebs in this mind, the blurring thoughts of the dream and reality. “That just felt so… real.”

“Must be someone you care very deeply for, were you away for long?”

The calming voice of the other passenger was helping Jensen cement himself in reality.

“I didn’t think it was long, but I guess my subconscious thought otherwise.”

“Subconscious huh? Is that what you kids are calling it these days when you don’t want to admit it.” The comment was accompanied by a small chuckle and the offer of a glass of water to the still shaking Jensen. “You should drink and eat something, you slept through the dinner - we’ll be arriving soon.”

“Thank you - I will be glad to be that one step closer to home.”

He couldn’t understand why his heart was suddenly beating so fast. Then again, maybe he could, and maybe he just didn’t want to admit it. He had squashed down those feelings a long, long time ago and he had no plans on bringing them up again. If every admit at flirting lead to nowhere there was just no point anymore, he was tired of trying. Still, the feelings and butterflies bubbled and they sat on the surface and they mixed with utter horror of what his tired brain had come up with.

All he wanted right now was to be home with the people he cared about the most.

Day Three - Nine AM

He sunk into the couch, a large, tired, sigh escaping his lips as he draped his arm across his forehead and closed his eyes. Maybe if he stayed like this everything would just rewind and go back to normal. And there would be no pain and horror and no deep seated anger that filled him as he thought of what had happened. But in all honesty he wasn’t actually angry he was just horrified, and sad, really, really sad.

“What happened to locking yourself in a room and screaming swear words only one of us can understand?”

“Suddenly that seems like too much effort.” Soren opened his eyes to see his whole team staring down at him, he wondered if he looked as tired as they all did. “Besides, doing things was easier, it meant you didn’t have to think - thinking makes it worse.”

“Aren’t we all just hypocrites, there were telling them that they had to think and here we are…” Dennis shook his head, said something in Danish that made Soren laugh dryly as the jungler joined his mid laner on the couch. “So we are just going to sit here awhile?”

“That’s the plan - they’re good there now, we, we can be here.”

It was true, about half way through yesterday the door had been flown open and the whole of Flyquest plus a few others from the LCS had came barreling through the door. Liam especially had been set on taking charge, he had demanded why no one had told him or anyone else that use to be on the team, announced that he would be there for his family and had proceeded to take charge.

It was the bot lane of CLG that had walked in on the whole of TSM running around in the kitchen that had told them to go home and get some rest, to leave it to them - to pass it on. The team had basically been pushed out the door, but not before receiving a large thank you hugs from C9. There had been a lot of tears and a lot of chaos, everything had happened so quickly.

But now it was quiet - now it was nothing, and they had all the time in the world to think. To ponder, to feel.

Day Three - Twelve PM

“I’m sorry I, I’ve been super clingy and surrounded by everyone since… since it happened and I - just want to be alone, for awhile. Please, it’s going to happen eventually, I just need to think without someone staring at me waiting for me to break down…”

“We don’t mean for you to feel like that Zach…”

“I know, it’s just - I need some space.” Liam gave Zach one last hug, smiling softly as he did so. “You’ve changed a lot you know - you’ve grown. When I left the team, back then, you wouldn’t have had the strength to do this - now you do.”

Zach shook his head as he pulled out of the hug. “That…. That was all him.”

With a small nod in understanding Liam left his ex team mate alone in his room, making sure to close to the door behind him to give the privacy that Zach had requested. The grief had hit Zach hard and fast and now he was trying to go through the stages faster, Liam knew he had to let him be - but it still hurt.

Alone for the first time since they had returned from the airport Zach tried to push back the horrible feeling of being suffocated as he stood in his room, taking deep, calming breaths as he closed his eyes. So many days like this were to come, so many times he will have to be strong by himself. He could do this, he had to do this.

“How, how do I do this - where do I start.” Slumping onto his bed Zach ran a hand through his hair and gave a small chuckle. “It was always you, that had the plans and answers, I know I never said it or mentioned it - but I followed your lead… and I always worried when you followed mine.”

Zach chuckled slightly although it sounded hollow in the empty room. “And now you have me talking to myself, well you always said I was crazy… God I miss you, I mean I missed you as soon as you left but now… now all I have is a horrid feeling of never getting to see you. Now the missing will never go away…”

He got to his feet and began to pace around his room. His eyes always quickly glancing over the wall near his computer, something that was never shown on stream was the photo wall that Zach had created over the past few years. He didn’t care to admit that they mainly consisted of Jensen.

“I’ve never been a believer in these kind of things - with people being able to hear you, with them being with you…. But I have to now, I have to otherwise I won’t survive. I have to believe that wherever you are, whatever happened, you can hear me - and… and you’re missing me just as much as I’m missing you.”

Zach stopped, finally turning towards his photo’s he took a deep breath and walked over to them, his eyes finding as many pictures of his smile as he could. His heart tore and sung at the same time, he would have to get used to that - it was a weird feeling.

“I’m sorry, I never had the courage to admit it to you - but I loved you… I love you - and I’m going to struggle to do this without you but I… I guess I’ll try, for you - if you give me the strength.”

Day Three - Four PM

Jensen groaned as the whole bus jumped slightly in the air, hitting a pothole in the middle of the road. He was tried, hungry and getting just that little irritable. He felt like he hadn’t rested in days, he felt sticky and sweaty, and he felt like just the smallest thing would set him off. He had deliberately sat away from any over customers on the bus - not wanting to snap at someone for something as simple as talking to him.

The only people he wanted to talk to right now were his team - and even them maybe after a good sleep and a nice hot shower. The midlaner hated it when he got like this, he had such a short fuse when he was tired and it had blown up with unsuspecting people before. Sleep was the only cure and that was not an option with this stupid bus and the stupid bumpy road and the stupid sticky warmness of a bus with no windows and broken AC.

The bus jumped again and Jensen let out a loud murmur of curse words in Danish - he tried to ignore the way people turned to look at him in confusion, and the one small chuckle of laughter from someone up the front that had obviously understood him.

He just closed his eyes, trying his best to push away any angry thoughts and focus on the fact that he was almost, almost, home. He was so close to finally seeing his friends, his family. And finally, he would stop having these stupid thoughts and daydreams. Ever since he had fallen asleep on the plane he had visions of such occurrences while awake as well.

His stupid heart and emotions were really going at it - and he hated that he couldn’t control it. Every Time he closed his eyes in an attempt to get some sort of semblance of rest visions instead would appear, different scenarios of the horrid dream he had - flashbacks to all the times he had tried to show his feelings.

Awhile ago he had resigned to the fact that Zach and him weren’t going to happy - there was no way. He had given up, let it passed, and continued to flirt (because it was just so natural) without expecting anything in return. And yet, ever since he had missed his plane his whole resolve had broken, it was like that decision he had made never existed - like he suddenly thought he had a chance again.

It was stupid to even think about - and Jensen was looking forward to getting back, fitting back into the same routine with Zach and reminding his feelings and heart that there was no chance. The quicker he reminded himself it was a pipe dream and he should stop waiting the better.

Ruining what they already had wasn’t worth it.

Day Three - Six PM

There was just a small inkling of concern as Jack made his way through the house trying to find any indication of where his team was. Everyone else had left a while ago, apparently the team had dismissed them all, thankful for the help but ready to have a little bit of alone time. He was proud of them for making that step but he was also concerned about the fact that he couldn’t find them.

The house was dark, from the lounge to the kitchen to the scrim and game room - there wasn’t any sign of the team. Not until eh saw the light coming from Zach’s room - and the small sound of something that he didn’t think he would ever hear from the long standing member for a long time - laughter.

Jack silently poked his head around the corner of Zach’s room and a small smile formed on his face at the sight of the whole team squashed on the AD’s bed - surrounded by photographs and pieces of paper.

“What is wrong with your face?”

“Ouch, Impact man - cold.” Zach hit his top laner hard on the shoulder, pouting as he held out a photo that he didn’t even remember taking. It was a group one, and to be honest, Impact had made a good point - Sneaky had attempted a cheeky grin - it looked more like he was hiding a pretty dark secret. “At Least I tried to smile, unlike you who just sits there with no emotion.”

The top laner gave him a small hit back. “I’d rather have no emotion than look like an idiot.” It was him that looked up and noticed Jack grinning at them from the doorway. “What are you looking at?”

“I just-” Jack held up his hands and walked in, his heart kind of glowing as he saw the way that Juan and Andy were happily looking through official photo’s of the team from last years split - talking quickly at remembering the game. “I’m just really happy to see you guys… together.”

“We realized something.” Andy commented as the rest of the team nodded in agreement.

“Oh.”

“He would hate the fact that we stopped being together.”

“He’ll call us all idiots for crying so much, I mean - we all know his view on it.”

“And…” Zach blushed, a small smile on his face. “He’ll want us to laugh, and to be happy… so, we’re trying.”

Jack grinned, plopping himself down by Zach and picking up one of the photo’s. “Yeah you are.”

It wasn’t perfect, because it was still a little forced - but it was something - it was a start.

Day Three - Nine PM

Jensen stumbled into the front door with a small curse and a confused mutter as he fumbled around for the light switch, Since when were any members of his team in bed at this hour, it was unheard of, surely they would still be up gaming - but it was very rare that at least one of them weren’t in the main lounge at this point. The house looked dead, unused, and it caused Jensen to shiver slightly - something was wrong.

“Hello - guys?” Jensen threw his rather useless phone on the couch and dropped his bag unceremoniously on the ground as he walked further into the lounge, flicking on lights as he went. “Seriously, where is everyone, since when did we actually all listen to Jack and get some decent sleep - geez.”

The room looked like it hadn’t been used in days, nothing sat on the table in the middle of the room, gone where the numerous hoodies and jackets that could be normally found thrown over the furniture, no dishes, no books or personal items -it was really starting to freak him out.

Jensen was moments away from storming into one of their rooms, just to make sure that they were actually home, when the sound of someone walking caught his attention. The light was suddenly flicked on in the hallway leading up to the main gaming room and Jensen turned to find himself face to face with Andy.

“There you are - I was thinking you guys had all disappeared or something I… what’s wrong?”

Andy’s eyes had gone wide, his face completely pale and his whole body began to shake. The drink he was holding fell out of his hand and crashed to the floor, the glass shattering and the contents spilling all over his feet. He didn’t seem to care, he just continued to stare at Jensen in complete shock.

“Jensen what, how….is that really you?”

Jensen had never heard Andy sound so scared, and his worry increased.

“Of course it’s me, come on man why are you looking at me as if you think I don’t exist or something.”

Andy just shook his head, instead of answering the question he turned around slightly and yelled down the corridor, basically screaming that everyone needed to come now.

“Andy’s what’s going on, you know screaming is not-” Zach’s sentence trailed off into a loud gasp and a simple whimper of pain as the support indicated to the person standing in their living room. Zach just stared, his eyes watering, his whole body shaking as Jensen stared back, utterly confused. “Nicolaj?”

“Hey, hey Sneaks - it’s me why are you-” Jensen’s voice trailed off as he suddenly found himself being tackled by Zach. The hug almost knocked him off his feet, the grip that Zach now had on him was the tightest he had ever had from his friend. Shocked more than anything at the close contact the mid laner placed a hand on top of Zach’s head, trying his best to comfort the obviously distressed carry. “Hey, what’s brought this on, I’m okay, I got home a little late but I thought you wouldn’t mind, I-”

“You’re real, you’re here, I can’t believe, you’re alive…”

“Of course I am - didn’t you get my text, my flight was oversold and I got delayed I….” Jensen frowned, looking up from the shaking and sobbing Zach to the rest of the team who had all slowly made their way into the room, each looking just as shocked as the next. “No one got my text, did they?”

“We thought you were on that flight, we were told you were on that flight and…” Juan’s voice was quiet, stuttering through the words that reminded Jensen of the time when he first joined the team. When he was unsure if he belonged, when he was scared and timid. It completely broke him, he hated it.

The youngest member of the team also moved forward, joining in on the hug and wrapping his arms tightly around Jensen as well. Zach made a happy kind of sound, shifting so that his team mate could do so in a way that was not awkward or uncomfortable.

Usually Jensen would have pushed them all of and made some kind of joke about personal space, but not this time, no this time was different - something had happened. He searched the faces of his team, trying to figure out what exactly that was, what they weren’t telling him. In the end it was Impact that said it, his words blunt, shattering - breaking Jensen to the very core.

“It crashed, your plane - they told us you had died.”

The words echoed around Jensen’s skull, vibrating and painful. Died? They had thought he was dead, they had been told that he was on that plane and… no wonder Andy had looked at him if he wasn’t real.

“Well…. Well what are you all doing over there then?”

The choked out words from Jensen were all the rest of them needed to rush forward and join the hug, pressing themselves as close as possible to the mid laner. Jensen shuffled slightly, toppling with the weight of his team they all dropped down onto the couch. Jensen squashed into the middle of his relieved team.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, letting them burrow themselves into him as much as possible, “I am so, so sorry.”

Day Three - Twelve AM

He was woken from his sleep from a large movement from the group, as well as a bright light that suddenly filled his eyes. He had fallen asleep almost immediately after being smothered by his teammates, having gotten absolutely no sleep on the plane or the bus.

“What in the world are you doing?”

“Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you, I just thought everyone else would be keen to know your not dead.” Andy gave Jensen a small smile, the movement of him untangling his arms from the mid laner was the movement that caused Jensen to stir. “You know, they might want to know.”

“Everyone else?”

“Yeah, what you think they didn’t notice, dude if TSM hadn’t turned up here that morning I don’t think we would have made it through - they even cooked for us.”

Jensen laughed at this, you know something’s gone down when an LCS pro willingly cooks. “Oh - and what are you going to say, it’s not something easily said by text.”

“I was thinking of ‘BTW Jensen’s not dead, airlines are stupid.’”

This caused Jensen to laugh again, causing a murmur from the pile of C9 teammates around him. “And you don’t think that would cause some questions? They’ll probably want more than that.”

“Nah, they’ll probably come storming over here to make sure I haven’t gone insane.” Andy smiled softly sending the text quickly before throwing his phone back on the seat across from them. Sliding back into his position beside Jensen, somehow managing to squeeze back behind Juan to find himself shoulder to shoulder with his mid laner. Sighing softly, Andy closed his eyes, muttering quietly, “I’m really glad you’re here Yensen.”

“Me too Ands, me too.” He paused, biting his lip and shifting slightly. “So many people, that plane - I guess I’m only here because of pure dumb luck…”

“Jensen….”

“I, don’t get me wrong, I am glad to be here - but there are so many people who didn’t - I don’t know how to be happy about that. You guys, that pain, you felt - so many people are going to be feeling that - forever…”

“Maybe happy is not the right word,I understand that. We can be grateful, not for what happen - but for you.”

Jensen just sighed, nodding slightly, letting his head fall to his supports shoulder. “Maybe, I just - I think I don’t really know what to think about it yet.” He paused, his hands freezing as he realized he was running his fingers through Zach’s hair. “I had a lot to lose, and so did everyone else.”

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Day Seven - Eight PM

Things were somewhat back to normal. Well as much as normal as there lives could be after what had happened. Finally everyone that needed to be aware was aware, everyone that wanted to say something had said something, and things had finally slowed down. Emotions had decreased slightly, the fear and pain had disappeared be be nothing by horrible memory that none of them really wanted to look back on.

Once again the house had returned to it’s normal bright place, welcoming to anyone, with a sense of happiness and a little bit craziness at the same time. The type of feeling and atmosphere that they had all come to know from the C9 had returned and was contagious to everyone that had made their way into the house for the start of split party. The house was full of smiles, just as it should be.

“You guys have always known how to throw a party.”

“Mmm well we might as well have a good time and spend as much time as friends before we have to go back to being rivals you know.” Zach laughed, using air quotes at ‘rivals’ causing the TSM top laner to laugh. “You know, when we then go and hate each other.”

“Good times.” Kevin accepted the drink that Zach offered him, taking a sip he grinned and decided to change the subject. “So, have you told him yet?”

“Uh, what?’

“You know, how you spent three hours crying in my arms saying how you didn’t get to tell him…”

“Oh.” Zach turned a very bright red. “That thing. I, no not yet I don’t think I know how to, when to…”

“I’m surprised you didn’t straight away. Not many,” Kevin chuckled, shaking his head. “Not many people get a second chance in these kind of things Zach. What’s stopping you, the happiness, the atmosphere - they fucking way he smiles at you.”

“Why do you keep coming back to that?”

“Cause Sneaks, if someone smiled at me like that - I would never let them go.” Kevin just patted Zach on the shoulder as he made his way back into the throng of people in the C9’s house lounge. He couldn’t help but make a very unstable point towards Jensen, who was trying his best not to get to much into the throng of people.

Zach’s blush was permanent as he shuffled slightly on his feet. He had been thinking about it, almost every time he had spent time with Jensen in the last few days he had thought of blurting it out. But he never had the courage, he never knew exactly what to say. He just couldn’t cope, he don’t know what he would do if Jensen didn’t love him back.

Love - it was weird to admit it, even in his head but he actually did love him.

And if he loved Jensen, didn’t Jensen deserve to know?

He slowly made his way over to Jensen, nodding and saying quick hello’s to everyone as they called out to him. It seemed like everyone wanted to chat. Zach soon made enough moves to at least get in talking distance of Jensen. He resisted the very large urge to reach out and just cling to him.

“Hey Jensen, not too many people corralling you I hope?”

“I haven’t stopped talking to people, I know they all mean well and I am very flattered about what they are saying and why. It’s just a little tiring - and loud.”

Zach could see his opportunity, almost like he was a bright flashing neon sign above Jensen’s head. “Do you want to step outside a bit for some fresh air and space, I was feeling the need for a little break myself.”

Jensen grinned, and Zach resisted the urge to squeal in delight as it was actually the mid laner that took the initiative, leaning over and taking hold of Zach’s hand. “Yeah I would like that - lead the way.” He moved with Zach away from the party and the crowd, the two of them making their way outside into the small deck and yard that connected to the lounge.

As soon as they were outside Jensen took a deep breath, his whole body seeming to just relax. “Wow, I didn’t realize how tense I was in there - I hate these kind of things at the best of times, but it’s just - weirder.”

“All you want to do is just crawl into bed right now yeah?”

“Ah sleep, it would be nice.” The smile returned to Jensen’s face as he turned to look at Zach, noticing immediately that the brunette looked, if he had to put it in a word, nervous. That and he was blushing.

“Zach are you… okay?”

“I ah, I wanted to come and talk to you, well I’ve been wanting to talk to you for awhile.”

“I feel like we’ve talked nonstop Zach.”

“I know, I’m sorry I’ve been a little clingy, and we have and it’s been great it’s just, not about this.”

Jensen frowned, stepping back a few paces to give Zach his space. “What’s wrong?”

“I thought I had lost you - that’s what’s wrong.”

Might as well get straight to the point, get it all out - like a bandaid, nice and simple

“Zach, we’ve already-”

“No, I - I need to say this. I thought I had lost you and I, I admitted in that moment how I feel and I-” Zach took a deep breath, he couldn’t do this, not with Jensen looking at him in confusion, in the way that made Zach feel like he was staring right into him. He turned his back, the words flying out of his mouth quicker than he thought they ever could.

“I was a mess you know, I ended up crying for about three hours straight with Kevin because he said some things and he made he realize. I hated it, I was torn inside because I thought I had lost my chance, my chance to admit to you that I cared for you, that you are so much more than a friend that I - I love you. I’m so scared, so horrified that I will wake up and you being here, alive is just some delusion that I’ve made up and I will have to lose you all over again and I - I just don’t think, I can’t deal with…”

A steady hand was placed on Zach’s shoulder, the mere touch causing his words to trail off and his breath to hitch in his throat. If Zach had been looking at Jensen right now he would have seen the shock on the midlaners face, the complete and utter drop of the mask and the array of emotions crossing it.

“I’m not going anywhere Zach, I promise, this is real - you never lost me-”

“But, but I might now, now that I-”

“No, no you won’t.” Jensen moved, keeping the hand on Zach’s shoulder as he walked around to be face to face with him, placing his over hand on Zach’s chin to move it upwards so that he could look him in the eyes. “So, all it took was me dying for you to admit it huh, didn’t think I’d have to go to those lengths. Gosh we are both idiots….”

“What, I - I’m serious.”

“Me too, do you know how long I’ve been waiting, how long I’ve attempted to push back my feelings and failed miserably…”

“Y-you, waiting? That mean’s that you-” Zach blinked as Jensen nodded, slowly, removing the hand on his chin to instead place it on his waist. Zach was suddenly rather dizzy, the good kind. “But if you - why wouldn’t you say anything?”

Jensen smiled softly. “I thought I kind of was, you know me - I’m all or nothing - I go hard or I don’t even try. That same drive on the rift kind of also equates to how I relate to people.” Jensen shook his head, giving Zach a small hit on the shoulder. “I thought my flirting was obvious, but apparently not… I had just, resigned myself to that fact that it would never happen… I didn’t want to push you”

“I… I, but you still didn’t say anything.” Zach’s voice held a slight whine to it. Here he had been, completely concerned and horrified that Jensen was going to run away after he admitted his feeling, only to find out he had been flirting with him this whole time. Was he now supposed to take all of the the things that Jensen had said during streams and scrims and games as fact? Because if so…. Damn.

“You’re just working it out now aren’t you?”

“You… you have said it.”

“Mmhmm, multiple times.”

Zach laughed, suddenly feeling a little bit lighter. “Well, now I feel like an idiot.”

“You are an idiot - but you’re my idiot, so it’s okay. And I’m an idiot too, for ever giving up on you.” Jensen pulled his arm a little tighter around Zach waist and tugged slightly, grinning as Zach took the hint and walked over to him - closing the distance. “So… you going to do anything with that second chance of yours Sneaks?”

He very much intended to do so yes - and he was going to do it right now.

Zach wasn’t quite sure what he was expecting. Fireworks, heat, music to suddenly explode in his head and for time to stop, he wasn’t really looking for a cliche or to say he had butterflies or to be all cheesy and say that it perfect, that all the puzzle pieces linked together, like the best moment of his life. Zach knew that his life was not a romantic comedy, or a Disney movie with a happily ever after. He wasn’t expecting any of it, yet a small part of him kind of wanted something like that, just something that cemented this for him.

“Finally…”

They way Jensen was looking at him was his reward, and it was enough. Because it was everything.

>E.N.D<

a/n - woo we made it! XD Hope you all enjoyed it ^^ I’m still working on a few more projects so hopefully the fic will keep coming <3 -Kylie

#submission #fan work #Sneaksen fic #emotionsofink #OMO #THE FEELS #IT'S SUCH A NICE LONG READ JUST IN TIME FOR THE WEEKEND #HAUNTZER WAS ADORABLE JUST SAYING #THANK YOU

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